201 Crimson Twilight
Gastens took his consciousness deep into the robes, and as he flew into the sky in front of thousands of people in Chaoyang Square, Elliot was riding on his horse, looking at Elena who was already close at hand. So far, everything is going well with him. In response to the attack of the Negru Republic's army, Elena devoted almost all of her forces to the Western Front, leaving him with almost an undefended backyard. And he decisively and promptly denied the previous treaty, for the safety of the entire Ankenrein, rescued Elena's technology from the tiger of the Negru Republic, and at the same time eliminated Gastens, a dangerous factor that his father was not used to, strangled the communist movement in the cradle, and greatly weakened the forces of the Negru Republic, reducing their threat to himself, it was simply a plan to kill four birds with one stone. Thinking of this, Elliot couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Your Highness seems to be in a good mood?"
Vincent Navry, chief of staff of the three guards, asked with the same smile as he rode alongside Eliot. Scout messages from the front have confirmed that Elena has lost the ability to defend herself, and the troops of the Negru Republic on the Western Front have not even crossed the Willow River. Now Elena is like a table full of sumptuous dishes, just waiting for Eliot, the host who has cooked the whole meal single-handedly, to be served on the table.
"This great river and mountain, after all, is still the world of my Gibson family!"
Eliot was in high spirits and sang a phrase in a hymnal aria. Vincent knew he was happy, and while clapping his hands, he looked at Elena in front of him.
"That Gastens is a very talented man, but unfortunately he is not as smart as His Highness. I don't think anyone can solve this serial scheme, a set of tricks. β
Elliott's plan to deal with Gastens began to be planned from the moment he learned that the Republic of Negro had broken through the defense line in the Western Theater, and the level of secrecy was extremely high, and only a few people knew the details. Vincent, on the other hand, is one of those characters who knows the details. If successful, it will reverse Eliot's image in the hearts of the old emperor and provide the strongest support for his bid for the throne.
"Haha, my Lord Navre, I'm a little embarrassed to say that," Elliot smiled reservedly, "although the idea was mainly mine, I would not have been able to do it without your perfection and support." β
"It's all the wise and decisive leadership of His Highness, and the old minister is just helping, it's useless."
Vincent looked down to humility, but when he looked up, he saw the black clouds that were beginning to gather in Elena's sky. He had only seen such a thick and pure cloud a few times in his life, and he had the impression that every time such a cloud appeared, it seemed to represent destruction and death.
ββ¦β¦ I just didn't expect that Taijia Bush to be so powerful, I just gave him a little information, and I almost took Gastens straight down. I was worried that he wouldn't be able to beat Gastens and almost ruined my whole plan. β
Elliot doesn't seem to have noticed the change in the sky, and he is still reeling in his own low-hanging fruit. To be honest, this time against Elena, he even blocked his own reputation and Anken Rein's national fortunes, risked giving away Elena's skills to others, and helped the army of the Negru Republic to gain absolute superiority over Gastens troops, and then divided Gastens and Elena, giving him this perfect opportunity.
"Your Highness is merciful," Vincent Navlay saluted again on horseback, "His Majesty the Emperor already knows the details of this plan, and his reply has not yet come, but if he knows that we have obtained Elena's full set of skills, he will definitely praise you, and I hope that His Highness can control his emotions, guard against arrogance and rashness, and leave a good impression on His Majesty." β
"That's nature," Elliot smugly tapped his calf with his horsewhip, "but after taking Elena, we'll have to face Negro's army directly, and the rest of the troops are all arranged?" β
"It has been arranged, the First Army Corps of the Western Theater, the newly formed First Army Corps, the Second Army Corps, the Third Army Corps, and the Fourth Army Corps of the National Salvation Army, totaling 300,000 people, have begun to encircle the Tay family's troops from the north and south. His troops had just fought hard against Gastens and Elena, and had suffered heavy damage. Moreover, his 17th and 18th armies were separated from the large army because they wanted to contain the relationship between Gastens and gave us the opportunity to divide and annihilate them. Moreover, the armored hand cannon cavalry division with all the steam cannons is also in place, and with them as the lead, it should be possible to break through the enemy's steam cannon defenses, so that we can get both the technology of Elena and the steam cannon of the Negru Republic, and at the same time drive their army out of Ankenrein. Your Highness, to be honest, every time I think of your whole set of plans, the old minister feels that he is really old, you young people, sometimes it is really impressive. β
Elliot didn't answer Vincent's words, he was frowning and looking at the rapidly spreading dark clouds in the sky. It was only for a short while, and those dark clouds had already covered most of the sky, making the entire space darken.
"What's going on?"
Because there was no means of magic sensing, the magic in the air that fluctuated like a giant wave did not make Elliot feel too obvious, but the black clouds above his head were squeezing those dusk daylight out of the sky, which made Elliot a little irritated for no reason.
"This ......"
Vincent actually thought of a possibility. He had participated in the Thunder Festival of the Republic of Fern twice in his life, and in his memory, the forbidden spell magic guided by the Grand Magister at that time was the prelude to these black dark clouds. It's just that in this era when the Third Great Demon Tide has destroyed the world's magic system, there shouldn't be anything like he guessed anymore.
"Boomβ"
Not far away, a white ball of light rolled over Elena, like a giant beast composed of white light, stretching and moving its body on the dark clouds.
The last rays of daylight at dusk disappeared from Eliot and Vincent's vision.
"Is this forbidden magic?"
As a member of the royal family, it is not difficult to recognize the forbidden spell from which the scenery comes from, but for Elliot, the difficulty is to make him admit that there are people who have the power of magic now, when the magic has long been silent.
"Your Highnessβ"
From the direction of the fluctuations of those dark clouds in the sky, it was easy to guess that the mage who unleashed this suspected forbidden spell was located in Elena. Vincent's throat was dry and his throat tightened, and he finally called out to Eliot, and was drowned out by the white lightning that fell from the sky.
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While those dark clouds were spreading rapidly in the sky, the commander of the 22nd Army, William Branagh, was looking at the sand table and worried. The enemy's will to resist on the banks of the Liuyin River exceeded his expectations, and after more than an hour of attack, his own troops did not make much progress except for getting closer to the riverbank. Although the enemy used the same breech steam rifles as them, and although they outnumbered the enemy several times, the fierce combat style of those men who were not afraid of death and even took the initiative to seek death still gave the troops of the 22nd Army a dismount.
"My lord, the news reports that Prince Eliot's troops have advanced into the town of Elena, and Elena's defense on the east side is far weaker than ours, and if Elliot's troops take away the information and equipment first, we will suffer a great loss......"
Combat Staff Officer Mark Simmons, like William Branagh, can see how things are going, but can't do anything about it. Their steam cannons moved slowly, and until now they had not reached their designated positions and could not help in the attack. Just relying on the soldiers lining up to shoot, this battle is still fought.
"There's no way, wait for the troops behind to come up, and attack on all fronts......"
William Branagh offered a solution that was not a solution, and Mark Simmons nodded helplessly, knowing that this was the only way to go. The two were about to discuss the matter further when they suddenly heard a noisy shout outside.
"Look, what's that?"
"Three gods, what is that?"
"My God!!"
William Branagh also heard rumbling thunder. How can there be thunder at this time? The military commander, who was not very old, opened the curtain with doubts, and saw the darkness outside the door at a glance. It was the shadow of a dark cloud as black as ink on the ground, and the thick black was rolling silently, revealing the breath of death.
"It'sβ"
Before William Branagh could finish his sentence, the white forest fell from the black canopy, and seemed to be slowly and urgently pointing towards the earth. Countless bucket-sized white lightning bolts drowned out all William Branagh's thoughts like pouring rain.
This......
How can it be?
This is the last question that William Branagh left the world.
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When those white lightning bolts fell from the sky, Miguel Martinez was leading more than thirty people, trying to enter the factory from the side of the factory. The dark clouds and the forest of lightning that fell from the sky afterwards made Martinez's eyes shine and remind him of a time that had just passed.
"Thundercloud storm? Who's this? Why not Skyfire Meteor? β
At this moment, Martinez's thoughts were strikingly in line with Luna's, and they were surprised first by the genre of magic, and then by the magic itself. In this age of silent magic, in this age of death and escape of all the Magi, who can once again open the door to that bygone era?
"Mr. Charles, what shall we do?"
The magic unleashed by Gastens did not target the small town of Elena, so Martinez and his small team had the opportunity to witness the release of the forbidden spell for themselves. Unlike Martinez, the people he bought were more concerned with another issue.
"yes, can't we get in? Let's say okay first, if you don't go in, the money won't be refunded! β
These stupid and short-sighted guys!
Martinez groaned inwardly, but his mind began to spin rapidly. Who is unleashing this magic? Who is he? Why can you unleash magic after the Third Great Tide? What does his appearance mean to these capitalists who originally belonged to the Sanction Mage Tower?
"Hey, Mr. Charles?"
"You go on the attack, I'll wait for you outside!"
Martinez quickly made up his mind. Although he didn't know who had unleashed the magic, he knew that the archmage must be on Elena's side when he saw that the town was safe and sound, and that the sky was filled with white lightning. And Elena, who has the support of the Grand Magus, naturally no longer fears those clown-like invaders. If he wants to get his hands on Elena's technical data, this is his last chance.
Although he knew that the archmage could find out about the situation here at any time, Martinez also knew that now that his intentions had been exposed and his actions had begun, these people had become his unstable factor. Rather than take it away, don't use it on the spot. If it goes well, he gets the technical information and gets an important bargaining chip for the Mage Tower Capital, if it doesn't go well, after these people die, what he did in Elena will naturally be silenced, and no one will notice.
The men confirmed his intentions with Martinez again, grabbed their knives and steam rifles, and rushed to the side door of the factory. This is the closest road to Gastens office, some distance from Chaoyang Square. If it goes well β
"Boom !!!"
Perhaps he noticed the rats in his busy schedule, and several bolts of lightning fell at an unresponsive speed, smashing straight down on the bodies. The men didn't even say a word, and disappeared in front of Martinez.
"Oh my godβ"
Martinez groaned and looked uncontrollably in the direction of Chaoyang Square. Black clouds and white lightning in the sky rotate slowly as they are released. And in the center of the rotating circle is the one who has unleashed the forbidden spell. From his distance, he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he always had a faint feeling in his heart that he seemed to have done something very, very wrong.
Who the hell is he?
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Although he returned to this world in this life, Gastens has never used the magical powers he has retained to this day. But it only came into contact with the robes. Memories and skills from the past entered his consciousness in an instant. He controlled his thundercloud storm, killing the forces of Prince Eliot and the Negru Republic army that had entered Elena in a very short time, and began to channel the power of the air to the outside of Elena. He wants to use the last bit of his limited time to kill as many enemies as possible, and win the most precious time for Elena's development.
As Gastens grew in the amount of time he spent channeling magic, the faint tingling in his soul became more frequent and more pronounced. It was the laws of the world after the Third Great Demon Tide that were repelling and changing his soul. Soon, like those great magisters before, he will lose the last of his magic power and become an ordinary person completely.
There is still time......
Gastens gritted his teeth and insisted, and his power crossed Johor Bahru and Lo Mountain, and began to cover the heads of the large forces of the Negru Republic, and began to cover the heads of Prince Eliot's hands left for him. Those black clouds rolled in the air, attracting the attention of countless people, and then countless lightning bolts fell, drowning the surprised and dazed warriors.
At this moment, half of the province of Enspan was covered by this last forbidden spell. White lightning leaped through the air, like spirits from heaven. And in front of their dance, life is like flowers in a rainstorm, withering one after another.