The holographic image projected by the terminal of the magic web shimmered, outlining a wonderful atmosphere mixed with fantasy and technology in the room after dusk, and Gawain sat in front of the communicator, listening carefully to the report from the laboratory in the back.

“…… Pittman has confirmed that the high-level Crystal Giants are transformed from the priests of the Society of the End of All Things - it is not ruled out that there will be 'commanders' transformed from other transcendents in the future, but at this stage, the fanatical believers of the End of Everything are the core upper echelons of the Crystal Cluster Legion......

"Crystal Cluster Giants transformed from ordinary people have a smaller size and lower strength, their thinking ability, or the only remaining reason, needs to be maintained by the superior individual, and there is a wonderful dependence between the superior crystal cluster and the lower crystal cluster, the lower crystal cluster giants are able to think, but their own thinking is incomplete......

"Pittman and I agree that this unique connection of the Crystal Giants indicates that they have some degree of 'telepathy', and that the Commander-level Crystal Giants may be able to control nearby units through this telepathy, or sense the state of the Crystal Cluster Legion in the distance, but this sense will not be very clear, and will decay violently with distance - this is the conclusion reached after several isolated control experiments.

"After losing its commander, the Lower Crystal Giants will quickly weaken and lose their minds, degenerating into monsters that rely entirely on instinct, and it takes about an hour to completely weaken - sanity is suspended from the beginning......"

Gawain listened to Carmel's report word-for-word, his brow occasionally furrowed and occasionally stretched.

Thanks to the researchers in the rear, the soldiers fighting on the front lines did not have to face unknown enemies, and as more and more infected samples were sent to the rear, as Carmel opened up his memories from the days of Gondor, the characteristics of the "Divine Infected" were finally unveiled to the world.

Next to Gawain, Philip Knight, who was listening, had a thoughtful expression on his face: "A certain degree of telepathic ability...... It's no wonder they've been able to organize a large-scale pursuit of Thorderlin in a short period of time, and they're still able to maintain such a high level of organization without regular scouts and heralds......"

Gawain looked at the knight, who was still young but had become a more and more mature general: "What do you think?" ”

"The telepathic abilities of the Crystal Clusters are a tricky advantage for us, which means that they can circulate information on a small battlefield no worse than us, or even faster," Philip pondered seriously, "but it is clear that their telepathic abilities are also limited, and the command system they have built up is relatively chaotic and ambiguous, and it is not impossible to deal with. And I think it's the big holes in their organizational structure that are the point more than the advantages of telepathy. ”

Gawain nodded slightly: "As long as the command nodes are destroyed, they will quickly collapse - irrational monsters are much easier to deal with than organized soldiers." ”

"I'll work out a workable tactic with the adjutants, staff officers, and think tanks," Philip said with a serious face, "and if it works, we'll be able to move forward even faster." ”

Gawain couldn't help but sigh a little: without Byron gaging next to him, Philip's mental efficiency when thinking about tactics obviously skyrocketed, and I am afraid that he would not save the thread of praise and use it to formulate tactics......

Kamel then continued to report on the results of the research in the back: "In addition, we observed and compared the magic reaction and erosion of the Divine Sin Carriers and Mutants, and came to a preliminary conclusion about the 'ritual power' that caused them to mutate from the carrying state to the mutated state—related to divine interference. ”

Gawain took a light breath: "Is it really the power of the gods......

"I've found activated Divine Factors in infected individuals who have completely mutated into Crystal Giants - although it is not possible to isolate them completely due to equipment limitations, I can tell that they have undergone trigger activation. Just as the ancient Gondor Empire extracted flesh and power from the giant deer Ammon to create the first generation of gods, the Society of the End of Life must also have its own 'energy source' to reactivate those gods that had become recessive genetic factors. So far, although no direct evidence has been found, it is theorized that the Society of the End of All Things has some kind of divine power in its hands, or a substitute for the divine power......"

Gawain's face was calm, not surprised at all.

Long before this catastrophe erupted, he had already realized that the end of all things would have some kind of astonishing plot brewing in the shadows, and vaguely guessed that it had something to do with the "gods" - after all, the three dark sects were clearly inextricably linked to the divine realm at the beginning of their fall, and it was not surprising that their ultimate goal was to be directed at the gods.

And after that, during the conversation with Tyr, the information leaked by the kraken, who has a lot of experience in eating and cooking in the realm of devouring gods, made Gawain clear his guess, and for this reason, he even asked Tyr to make some preparations in advance to deal with the terrible shady scenes involving the gods that may exist.

At this moment, Carmel's research finally gives some evidence from the empirical direction: the end of all things will come, pulling "God" into this battlefield.

This was a huge pressure on Gawain, but he did not despair.

The power of the gods is terrifying to mortals, if it is really some angry true god descending, then maybe Cecil is really powerless to resist, but will the death of all things be able to get a true god down to help fight the war? Obviously, it is impossible, at most they have found the flesh and blood remains similar to the giant deer Amon and activated part of its activity, or they have used artificial forbidden arts to create some kind of powerful, partially divine monster, and no matter which it is, since it was created by the cultists with human spells, it is certainly not impossible to destroy.

Something that cultists can control...... At least there has to be a blood bar, right?

Even if the end of all things creates a living "man-made god" that cannot be destroyed by Cecil's artillery, and with the help of Tyr and the krakens behind her, those deep-sea salted fish may not be able to deal with a true god (although they usually eat the sashimi of the Storm Lord all day long, but they eat corpses that will not resist after all), but as the fallen empire daddy who has mastered the technology of the time, they will always have no problem dealing with a "skewered" fake.

In addition, Gawain had also been exposed to the battle reports of the "God-Slayer Fleet" at the beginning, and he was an atheist in his previous life, he may be nervous or cautious when facing problems in the realm of gods, but he will always retain a margin - although this margin may only be a delusion of confidence at this stage.

But that's at least confidence.

Gawain was curious about what Philip would think after he knew about the forbidden power that the Society of All Things might have in his hands.

"I don't have any ideas," said the young knight with a solemn expression after hearing Gawain's inquiry, "It is the knight's duty to obey the orders of the sovereign, and it is also the knight's duty to protect the territory and the people, and under this premise, I only care about where the enemy is, not who the enemy is. ”

Gawain was a little surprised by this answer, and he glanced Philip up and down, feeling that the young man's upright and fearless attitude was a little unreal: "Even if the other side may be a god—or an evil god, or something else beyond human comprehension?" ”

"It's the same," Philip nodded, "it's the same for whoever you charge, the difference is only whether you can come back or not." ”

Gawain laughed dumbly, and only shook his head after two seconds: "I thought you would at least be a little scared." ”

Philip's face was slightly strange when he heard Gawain's words, and then he lowered his head and thought for a moment, slightly embarrassed: "Actually, I am a little scared......"

"Oh?"

"So if I really want to go to a battlefield like that, I will pull down the mask to prevent others from seeing my lips tremble, I will tie the weapon to my hand to prevent the weapon from getting out of my hand, but I don't have to write a suicide note - I don't have a wife or children, and I don't have any other relatives, and the property in my name can be returned directly to the principality when the time comes......"

The answer became real in an instant.

Looking at the young knight's serious face, Gawain suddenly couldn't help but want to press his forehead with his hand: "I seem to understand why Byron is so keen to argue with you......"

Philip reacted for a while, but didn't react: "...... Yes? ”

"All in all, you don't need to think about the issue of generosity to die in advance, we are fighting a war, not to send death, no one is here to send death," Gawain patted Philip on the shoulder, "Go arrange your tactical meeting, we need to enter the Red Maple region as soon as possible - if we can open this passage as soon as possible, maybe there is hope for the last remnants of the Kingdom Army." ”

Philip left the barracks, and after a final report on some of the lab's operations, Kamel left the communication channel.

Gawain sat at his desk, and as he collected his thoughts, his gaze swept over a text message from Amber that had been placed on the table:

"The situation in the East has deteriorated, and the Iron Throne has departed—Hetty."

"It's okay if your situation deteriorates,......" Gawain exhaled softly, "save me a lot of trouble." ”

……

Since the mutation occurred, the entire Eastern Legion was swallowed up in a thick fog, the entire area west of Solinburg was cut off from communications, and the Duke of the East and Prince Edmund were not heard from, and the order of the entire Eastern Territory quickly slid into the abyss of chaos and disorder.

Rumors spread, no one was in control, the local nobles who stayed in the east smelled a terrible breath, but no one had the ability to grasp the whole situation or restrain the order in the east, the news of the total destruction of the legion was rampant, the small families were the first to lose control, followed by the higher noble lords, chaos spread from west to east, and the eastern region, which was originally under the joint constraints of Prince Edmund and Duke Loren, showed signs of fragmentation - and the situation took a turn for the worse, It was terrible news coming from the border areas bordering the plains of the Holy Spirit in the west.

An army of monsters has risen from the wreckage of the Eastside Legion and is roaming the plains of the Holy Spirit.

Those monsters don't seem to have set their attention to the east yet, and their target should be St. Sunil further north, but the very existence of the monster legion has crushed the last restraining force that keeps the nobles of the East in basic order-

The nobles on the ground quickly made the most normal response in the context of this era: summoning the vassals and generals, blocking the borders of the territory, returning to a state of secession overnight, and then in the tense confrontation, in the vigilance of monsters, in the vigilance of each other, the situation in the entire region instantly became tense into a pot of oil.

In such a situation, the White Sands Mining Company, which is the bridgehead of the Principality of Cecil, sent vital intelligence to the territory.

A war machine, which had just completed all technical inspections and tests in the Gülen region, responded to this information and headed east.

The path of magic stretched across the land, a continuous stream of magical shields shrouded the tracks, and with the low sound of steel wheels and magic mechanisms, a huge train was majestically entering the White Sands Mine.

In the orange sunset, its body draped in solid steel armor shimmered with cold light, large train railguns and densely packed gun turrets glittered in the setting sun, its carriages filled with heavily armed soldiers and heavily armored white knights, and its carrying chassis was fixed with neatly arranged chariots and towed howitzers—it was like a heavily armed steel castle, or even a walking fortress wall, heavy and majestic.

Holm, the head of the White Sands Mining Company, stood on the tower next to the station, quietly watching the miracle of magic industry, the treasure of engineering, the symbol of Cecil's power—

Armored trains, Iron Throne.

Twenty minutes later, Holm stood on the high platform that he usually used to load and unload ore and heavy machinery, and saw the middle-aged knight commanding the Iron Throne, wearing black magical armor and a deep look with a vicissitudes of life.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Maryland."

"Please don't call me Sir Knight," the middle-aged knight smiled and calmly reached out to take Holm's hand, "That's the canonization of the Moen royal family, it's a thing of the past. ”

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