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Of course, it wasn't Winnington who was summing up.

In fact, Winnington was not involved.

In his huge carriage was a group of elite officers of the military department, where they were engaged in a fierce discussion with great concern.

Among those present was Gyllenhaal, who was still in the central control room, and he was listening to most of the people through the latest generation of magic power communication technology.

“...... The odd-shaped towers that emit the energy of the disruptive shield are the key, and we must destroy them. "After exchanging a lot of questions about the demoralization of the soldiers today, the topic finally changed to this central proposition of today.

As the officer spoke, many people's eyes focused on Gyllenhaal's figure, which was composed purely of light.

"Your Excellency, please share your point of view, after all, this is your hard work. "A senior staff officer from the General Staff invited Gyllenhaal to speak.

"After the protective shield was shrunk to the city wall, it was obvious that the other side's towers were no longer effective, which showed that the distance could still block these towers. Gyllenhaal, of course, has certainly looked into this issue, so as soon as he opened his mouth, he got to the heart of it.

"Your Excellency means that we will be able to shrink our shields against the walls and fight them from now on?"

But it is also a problem that everyone has to face.

If this is not done, then the shield will be almost equivalent to a mere decoration for the Central Castle.

But once this is done, it means that outside the Central King City, there will be places where the iron hooves of those demon seeds will gallop.

Strategically speaking, this is a great disadvantage.

"I didn't say that. Gyllenhaal didn't wait for the others to continue to refute before he spoke.

"Then what do you mean......" Listening to Gyllenhaal, he seems to have the latest plan.

The chatter in the carriage grew louder and louder, and then it became muffled, as if it had gradually come to an end.

Just when everyone was almost finished discussing, Wen Nington, who had been looking out the window and did not speak, suddenly raised his head and said, "Stop." ”

All of a sudden, everyone closed their mouths and looked at Winnington, as if waiting for his latest instructions.

But Winnington just nodded at them, especially at Gyllenhaal and said, "Gillen, you have done a good job today, continue, everyone, please continue, now the command of the first line, I have full authority in the hands of Major General Gyllenhaal, you can just listen to his opinion, I will go down and walk." ”

Saying this, he really just stepped out of the carriage and walked into the distance.

The officers in the carriage all looked at each other, but someone who was interested still noticed that the generalissimo of the empire, who was moving in the direction of the First Research Institute at the moment.

This place became his complete personal fiefdom after Winnington came to power.

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Relative to the war-torn Central Continent.

Far away on the other side of the ocean, the New World is still a year of dead silence.

On the difficult road, which is still covered with huge snowflakes, a small team is winding its way.

They had landed for many days, though this was not their first time in the New World.

But this time, they felt that many places seemed to have changed dramatically.

But this kind of change, for a while, can't be said.

It's definitely not just the once-thriving Port of Mayflower that is now in ruins, not even the Asgardian Demons are nowhere to be seen.

It's not that this year's snow season in the New World is extraordinarily long and intense.

Rather, it is a, from the senses, the most direct sense of nature of a living being.

The world is dying.

Or rather, the continent is dying.

I always feel that the vitality of the New World has become extremely thin.

Although the former New World was also rare in life, it still existed.

The New World now feels completely dead, as if there are no living creatures left.

It's suffocating.

That's the feeling of everyone in this team.

It's suffocating.

But they still had to move forward, to the city that was once the dream of countless outlaws, people who longed to get rich overnight.

Asgard.

Of course, this time, they didn't come to make a fortune.

They are here for a greater cause.

It is not just their fate that is on their shoulders.

It's a mission that's been passed down for thousands of years.

"We have reached the point of existence, and for thousands of years, there has never been a time when there is such urgency as now that we can be completely erased from history and no longer control the world. ”

"You are our last spark. ”

Before leaving, the words of the Supreme Leader were still ringing in my ears.

Their steps couldn't help but be more determined.

It was another silent and long walk, and I don't know how long it took, but the color of the sky was still so deep and heavy.

Suddenly, far ahead, a little hard and cold silhouette appeared.

It was, a mountain that reached into the sky.

The Asgardians called it Salem.

The group moved forward again, and the cold wind howled, blowing the placket of their chests, revealing the half of the waning moon on their chests.

The earth is always changing, but the dark moon is eternal.

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The same is walking.

This is a grassland as far as the eye can see.

No one knows when this grassland will come to an end.

According to the people who have lived on this grassland for generations, this grassland leads to an infinite future.

Wommel doesn't believe in this, he believes that there is an end to this world, that there is no place that cannot be reached, that there is nothing that cannot be done.

Just as he believed that God would always protect him.

So it was before, so it is now, and so it will be now.

"Let everyone work hard, God is guiding us, and soon, we will be able to get out of this grassland. Wommel spiritually guided the countless believers who volunteered to follow him on missionary missions.

Their destination is the far West.

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