Chapter 703: Lanchi's War

The year 1798 of the solar calendar, the first day of September.

Since this day, the whole world has changed a lot.

War in the Southern Continent has arrived.

In recent years, the Cress Empire, the overlord of the Southern Continent, which has been planning for a long time and is about to move, has launched a full-scale war.

Its Crèss Imperial Army, advanced Imperial Magic, and terrifying Imperial War God quickly swept the border territory of the Southern Continent Kingdoms with overwhelming force.

At the same time, the cardinals of the southern continent where the Resurrection Church is located have also joined the camp of the Creshua Empire, in addition to several large neutral forces that are outside the Crescen Empire and the Kingdom Federation, they have also chosen to help Cress invade the kingdoms.

The western hub, the Kingdom of Canberra, where the headquarters of the United Kingdom Council is located, is the primary target of the Cress Empire, but as the kingdom with the strongest comprehensive national strength among the members of the United Kingdom Council, it is also the most difficult strategic place to capture.

On the contrary, the countries of the central plains, which are easy to attack and difficult to defend, have the most intense wars.

The eastern part of the country, with its rugged mountains and coastal areas, was the third front.

The northern shore has not yet been attacked by the Creeper Empire, but according to the trend, the Creece Imperial fleet may attack at any time and try to cut off the supply and sea communication of the three major fronts from the rear.

Even so, even in the most remote eastern regions, tens of thousands of deaths were killed in less than 24 hours.

……

The eastern part of the Southern Continent, the westernmost part.

The border of the Kingdom of Alord, in the Celde Heights.

The terrain here is dangerous, with peaks and valleys.

Bordered by cliffs to the east, dense jungle to the west, and narrow valley passages to the north and south, the Zerd Heights have always been an important barrier for the kingdom of Alorand, guarding the choke point to the hinterland.

Since ancient times, there have been wars, and countless martyrs of the Kingdom of Aloran have shed their blood here to defend their homeland.

In the face of the huge military machine of the Cress Empire, it is no surprise that the Zeld Heights has become the frontline of the Shura field.

The smoky Zold Heights are like a living purgatory, and the once lush ancient trees have been shattered by the magic cannon, and the broken branches are charred black, and the bark is still full of bullet marks.

The lush meadows had been trampled to the brink, and the green blades of grass were now miserable, and the earth was stained a terrible dark red with blood.

Broken armor and broken magic weapons were scattered all over the place, and the gloomy sky hung so low that it would collapse at any time, and the dark clouds covered the only remaining glimmer of light, and the entire battlefield was overshadowed, and gray and gloomy shrouded the four fields.

The haze of death was everywhere, and every now and then the sounds of fighting and wailing came from all over the battlefield, echoing in the mountains, deafening and tearing at everyone's nerves.

In this hell on earth, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Aloran fought bloodily and built the first line of defense with their flesh and blood.

Defending the Zelde Heights is none other than the Urn Star Table Legion, the most elite troops on the western border of the Kingdom of Auroran.

The soldiers of the Urn Star Table Legion are all elites who stand out from thousands of troops, they have experienced a hundred battles, rich combat experience, and the commander of the legion, General Leonard, is known as the "God of War Reincarnation" as the strongest on the border, and has cultivated the strongest Juliana of the current Kingdom of Alauran, he is burly, his eyes are like torches, and his lion-like mane is even more majestic.

"O god of martial arts and war, if you decide, I will swear to be sincere!"

The deputy general Kotel is a famous swordsman, and the speed of the sword is so fast that ordinary people can't see it clearly, and the sword light only crosses an afterimage in the air.

"Don't be tired, don't slack off, do your best!"

The soldiers of the Urn Star Table Legion are brave and skillful, and their silver armor shines in the sunlight like gods.

After days of bloody battles, the Urn Star Table Legion finally repelled the first wave of fierce attacks from the Cress Empire!

The spirits of the exhausted soldiers were lifted and their morale was re-raised.

General Leonard stood on a high ground, looking at the messy battlefield below and the faces of the soldiers who had survived the catastrophe, and his loud voice resounded on the battlefield:

"Brave warriors, you are true heroes! You defended your homeland with your blood and lives without fear of a strong enemy! I am so proud of your bravery! Let those Cress brutes see what the Arloran Iron Rider is! Today, you are all the masters of the Zelde Heights! ”

The soldiers shouted in unison, and they were ready to try, and they were murderous.

"He is worthy of General Leonard, the teacher of the immortal sword saint Juliana."

"When Sister Juliana returns to Aloran from the Hutton Kingdom, it will be time for us to fight back!"

"I haven't seen her for several years, I didn't expect to have the opportunity to fight side by side with her again, just thinking about it makes my blood boil!"

Thousands of pairs of eyes burned with fierce intent, just waiting for the Cress army to attack again, so that they could taste the power of the indestructible Arloran Iron Horse.

And the pride of their legion is none other than Juliana, who had already left the Frontier Legion for the royal capital, and she even surpassed General Leonard a few years ago and successfully promoted to the eighth rank.

Just when the soldiers were full of confidence, they suddenly began to look at each other in confusion.

I can't say what the problem is.

"What's wrong?"

When Adjutant General Kotel asked this question, he realized the problem.

He couldn't hear anyone else's.

General Leonard had now put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Unusually quiet.

It's so quiet.

Even the howling wind seemed to have stopped, and the birds and beasts were silent in unison, and there was an eerie silence.

An inexplicable fear gripped everyone's hearts, and it was a tremor from the depths of their souls.

General Leonard was the first to notice something unusual, and his instincts for years of conquest told him that something was wrong.

"Cottle, come to me! Others line up in place and attack carefully! Be vigilant and ready to meet the enemy! ”

He subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, his bronzed face tensed, and he shouted in a low voice.

Just looking at the shape of his mouth, Cottel immediately came to the commander's side, the sword was already out of its sheath, and the blade of the sword swallowed cold light.

The Urn Star Table Legion quickly lined up, and the dense long swords were lined up like wheat fields, forming a company with sword formations to surround the battlefield.

Everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme, every muscle was tense, and they scanned their surroundings vigilantly, clenching their weapons, ready to deal with the appearance of a great enemy.

However, to their creep, the expected attack did not come.

Instead, the fog began to creep silently across the battlefield, enveloping the entire Zeld Heights, and the ground beneath the soldiers' feet became soft and sticky, like stepping on a puddle of mud.

"Environment...... Changed? ”

They looked around in disbelief.

It was as if they were no longer in the Heights of Zeld for a moment.

Before they could be truly terrified.

Even the blackened sky seemed to be twisted and deformed, turning into a hideous mouth with teeth and claws, and like the face of a god, about to devour everyone.

They looked up in a daze.

Compared to the giant face in the sky, he was as small as a sesame seed.

Is this really something that can be done with spells?

Or, if anyone can control the entire sky, is it a man or a god?

This is beyond their comprehension.

Before the soldiers could react, the fog engulfed everything like a tidal wave.

Leonard only felt that his vision had changed, and he felt as if he had been thrown into another strange and unpredictable world.

All around them was an endless barren and dead silence, a gray patch between heaven and earth, like a deep sea, where everything lost its color, but it was lifeless, and it was about to suffocate them.

"It's illusion! Don't be fooled, concentrate! ”

General Leonard let out a loud shout, trying to wake up the minds of his comrades.

Unfortunately, it was too late, even if he felt the severe pain by hurting himself and concentrated to get out of the illusion, but the other members of the legion were already deep in the illusion, and the soldiers stood like puppets one by one, clutching their throats, slowly losing their breath in terror.

Only Adjutant Kotel could barely break free from the illusion.

At the same time, an invisible force overwhelmed the battlefield.

Leonard and Cottel felt suffocated for an instant, their movements blocked, as if they had a thousand pounds of weight on their shoulders, and they couldn't move an inch.

They all thought of the same chilling possibility.

"Teacher Leonard! Leave me alone, run with all your might! I'll help you stop him! ”

Adjutant Kotel gritted his teeth, his muscles flared up, and he frantically tried to break free from the invisible shackles.

However, as a battle-hardened swordsman, he tried his best to resist, but he gradually lost his strength, and the sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he could no longer swing a single inch.

Just as Leonard and Cottel were desperately resisting, a tall black figure slowly emerged from the mist.

He was dressed in a jet-black robe and held a mechanical agate staff, and his handsome, cold and indifferent eyes could be faintly seen under the constantly drifting mist, but they also flashed with arrogance to all beings.

The fluctuations of his magic alone caused Kotel to stop struggling and tremble.

"The Third Army God, the Seat of Silk Agate, Gyath ......"

Leonard recognized the enemy at a glance, his voice trembling with a desolate despair.

Compared to Adjutant Kotle, he was more aware of the gap between himself and his enemies.

I can't help but rejoice that my disciple Juliana is not here.

Because even if Juliana is here, she will not be Gyat's opponent.

Gyaat didn't respond, he just raised his hand slightly, and Leonard and Cottel knelt down involuntarily as if they were pinched by an invisible big hand to seal their mobility.

The two of them were like puppets with broken strings, no longer able to resist, and blood gushed out of their mouths.

A few minutes later.

When the fog of the Zeld Heights lifted, all I saw was corpses strewn everywhere.

No one in the Urn Star Table Legion was spared, and even the remaining communication magic equipment on the ground was still ringing, and the command in the rear kept asking about the situation on the front line, but there was no response.

……

On the southwestern border of the Kingdom of Posen, the fortress of Halgengard.

This ancient fortress stands majestically, backed by rolling hills and facing vast plains, guarding the border city-states behind.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a narrow valley pass to the south, the Halgengard Fortress also houses the Central Army of the Posen Kingdom, which is the first line of defense on the southeastern border of the Posen Kingdom.

The smoky fortress of Halgengard was littered with ruins, and its heavy stone walls were shattered by magic instruments, and rubble rolled down, stirring up puffs of dust.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, and the inside and outside of the fortress were littered with severed limbs and corpses, blood staining the dirt and gathering into a foul pool of blood.

The huge black crow swirled and roared, the sky was crimson and dim, as if it were crushing the city, and at sunset it seemed that even the heavens and the earth wept for it.

From time to time, the sounds of fighting, wails and explosions were heard inside and outside the city, echoing in the valley for a long time, tearing at the nerves of every soldier.

In this hell, the soldiers of the Posen Kingdom built the last fortress with their flesh and blood.

It was the central army of the Posen Kingdom that held the fortress of Halgengard.

Seven days ago, when the Cress Empire launched an attack, in order to resist the invasion of the Cress Empire, the Posen Kingdom did not mobilize the more critical garrison troops due south, but did its best to send the Central Army to form an alliance with the garrison on the southwest border.

This force was called the "Posen Iron Cavalry", and the 1st and 5th Corps of the Posen Iron Cavalry were guarding the fortress of Halgengaard.

Giovanni, the general of the First Army, known as the "Battlefield Tiger", was majestic and heroic, with eyes like lightning and a voice like a bell.

General Giovanni was brave and good at fighting, and he was invincible on the battlefield many times.

Lord Roland, commander of the Fifth Legion, was equally brave and fearless.

He is old, gray-haired, and has experienced a hundred battles, but he is still in good spirits, and his battle-hardened face is full of vicissitudes.

The Posen Iron Cavalry was all fierce generals, the armor of the warriors shimmered in the cold light in the smoke of gunpowder, and the black cloaks hunted in the wind.

The insignia of the Posen kings on their chests stood out in the light of the artillery fire, and despite the devastation of the fortress of Halgengaard, the soldiers of the Posen Iron Cavalry were still in high spirits.

Spears were held aloof, and they lined up in unison on the ruined walls, their resolute faces full of determination to see death as if they were home.

Once the fortress of Halgengaard is lost, the towns in the rear will be slaughtered and looted, and it will be difficult to regain this important place.

They needed reinforcements from the Aquidan army on the southern border.

The two commanders, General Giovanni and Lord Roland, rushed into the surging Cress army, drenched in blood.

The seventh-order ones are invincible on the battlefield.

Although besieged by many sixth-orderers, he was still able to fight his way out.

"Brave Posen warriors!"

General Giovanni shouted loudly, and his voice resounded through the sky,

"Cressy's invaders are right in front of you! But I'm going to show them what a Poson lion is! What is it called to swear to the death! Let them taste our awesomeness! ”

"Never back down!"

The soldiers responded in unison, and the loud shouts shook the heavens and echoed over Halgengaard.

The artillery fire of Cress became more and more intense, and the city walls were crumbling, but the momentum of the Posen Iron Cavalry only increased.

They believed from the bottom of their hearts that as long as the fortress of Halgengaard stood tall, they could protect the people of Posen to the end.

The armies of the Cress Empire came like a tide, and the ground shook like a black press.

Spears pierce the chests of enemies, blades cut off the heads of enemies, magic cannons sound from time to time, corpses strew the battlefield, and the warriors of Posen vow to live and die with the city without retreating.

They understand that behind them is their homeland and the fate of hundreds of people.

Even if they fight to the last drop of blood, they will fight to protect their homeland until the last moment of their lives.

“？”

Just as the Posen Iron Cavalry was resisting, all the soldiers felt an inexplicable pressure, as if an invisible big hand was choking their throats, making their movements gradually slow down.

The color of the sky deepened again, turning an ominous crimson, and heavy dark clouds rolled and surged like blood.

The ground began to tremble, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and blood oozed from the cracks.

The Poson warriors looked at each other, instinctively feeling the danger.

"Not good! It's Cree's powerhouse! ”

Lord Roland's face changed drastically, and his voice trembled slightly.

As a seasoned veteran, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

General Giovanni clenched his sword, gritted his teeth, and trembled, but he was powerless to return to the sky.

At that moment, a blood-red comet suddenly streaked across the sky.

The comet dragged its long tail, like the fangs of a vicious dog, tearing the sky apart.

A terrifying aura enveloped the battlefield, and everyone felt their souls tremble.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a figure fell from the sky and fell on the walls of Halgengaard.

The visitor was dressed in dark red heavy armor, and his cloak was like blood, and he was arrogant and uninhibited.

His short black hair was like a flame, his eyes were blood-red like a torch, his gaze was so fierce that it was palpitating, and a wave of hot air was swirling around him, and the air was twisted and deformed.

The earth was crushed by his momentum, and the air burned with it.

And the surrounding soldiers, whether it was the soldiers of the Cress Empire or the warriors of the Posen Kingdom, all stopped moving.

"The Seventh Army God of the Cress Empire, Philip of the Blood Chalcedony."

Giovanni struggled to spit out the chilling name, his face as dead as ashes.

Philip is rumored to be the most warlike of the Cress military gods, and he may have been looking forward to this war for a long time.

Philip smiled cruelly and raised his right hand, only to see the ground burst into scarlet cracks, and the flames swelled rapidly, burning like the sun in the blink of an eye.

"Aquidans Borderman isn't here, so what's in my way?"

Philip looked up to the sky and laughed, with a little disappointment,

"Is it you, or is it you?"

Before the words fell, hundreds of pillars of fire tens of meters wide were like heavenly punishments, surging from under Halgengaard, reaching the sky and the earth.

Countless soldiers were melted away along with the ruins, and the screams were incessant.

Philip stepped forward, and wherever he passed, the warriors of the Posen Iron Riders melted in front of him like papier-mâché dolls.

"Brute!"

General Giovanni roared angrily and raised his sword to slash at Philip.

But before his long sword could touch Philip, it was shaken away by an invisible force, slanted into the ground, and shattered.

Before Giovanni could react, Philip's fist had pierced his chest, and blood gushed out.

"You can't see enough."

Philip let go of his blood-stained fist and let Giovanni's body fall to the ground.

Lord Roland, the seventh-order Lord, also didn't stop Philip for long, and he also turned into a pool of blood, and even the bones were completely dissolved.

A few minutes later.

The fortress of Halgengard was suddenly breached, and the civilians in the city of Halgengard in the rear fell into panic in the face of the sudden disaster.

"Mom, don't!"

"Who can save us!"

"Don't kill her!"

Cries and wails were incessant, and people fled in all directions, but there was nowhere to go.

Fear gripped everyone's heart, and the city was reduced to a sea of fire, and the flames engulfed everything, and the streets were strewn with corpses, rivers of blood, and devastation.

Cressy's cavalry then entered the city, slaughtering not only Posen's defenders, but also unarmed civilians, including the elderly, weak, women, and children.

Among the countless dead and wounded, only Philip stood proudly, covered in blood, and he looked around at the tragic situation around him, and let out a laugh of enjoyment, the laughter was eerie, and echoed over Halgengaard for a long time.

……

Kingdom of Hutton, Western Frontier, Silva Forest.

This dense primeval forest forms an endless labyrinth, with towering trees, vines and shrubs.

The terrain of the Silva Forest is complex, and neither the armies of the Cress Empire nor the troops of the Hutton Kingdom are willing to go deeper.

But correspondingly, it has also become a secret passage that can go around the rear of the opposing line.

The elite squad of the Hutton Kingdom's special assassination force, they marched in the forest like ghosts, waiting for the opportunity to surprise the headquarters of the 32nd Army of the Crescent Empire tonight.

As night fell, the Silva Forest was shrouded in darkness.

The towering trees cast eerie shadows, like demons with fangs and claws, their branches and leaves rattling in the wind, and the smell of dampness permeated the air.

The ground was covered with rotting fallen leaves and dead branches, and every step creaked.

The night is like frozen ink, and even the moonlight cannot penetrate this darkness.

Flashing through the Silva Forest was the Shadow Blade Squad of the Hutton Kingdom's 7th Special Operations Brigade, consisting of six elites.

They belong to the royal family of the Hutton Kingdom and are home to top assassins who would not normally be on the table.

The leader of the Shadow Blade Team is a seventh-order assassin who is slender and moves like the wind.

Captain Reno's eyes are as sharp as falcons, he can see clearly in the night, and he is good at preparing all kinds of strange poisons, and a silver needle that quenches poison can kill people.

Each member of the Shadow Blade Team has their own skills, and they can complement each other and work together as a perfect team, coming and going like ghosts, and never missing a beat.

This time, they were ordered to launch a "decapitation operation" against the Cress Empire's forces stationed outside the Silva Forest.

Reno leads the team through the forest.

"This time the target is the commander and chief of staff of the Thirty-second Regiment of the Crème Army, an old man."

Reno said calmly,

"As soon as I get within thirty meters of him, he's already dead, but the difficulty is mainly in retreating."

"I'll help you create an escape route."

Vice-Captain Catherine added softly, looking at his temperament completely unlike an assassin.

"The time has come to make contributions, usually we can only carry out some clean-up work and anti-assassination security work, now this war has set off the turmoil in the southern continent, as long as the Kingdom Federation side can win, we may no longer have to live a disgraceful life, we can get the opportunity to retire, and it is not impossible to even be crowned an official and become famous."

"Retreat, and we'll go our separate ways?"

"No, we are a family that grew up together, I will go to a small village and build a house, and I will wait for you to come back at any time."

This mission was just routine for them.

But every next task is probably the most important.

As the Shadowblade team scurried and chatted, the wind suddenly whimpered in the Silva Forest.

Reno was keenly aware that something was wrong, and as an experienced Assassin, his instincts told him that danger was looming.

He jerked out his dagger, his eyes scanning around like a falcon's, and he whispered.

"Be careful, there are enemies approaching."

The rest of the squad went on alert, clenching their weapons.

Catherine's eyes narrowed slightly, and the Shadow Blade detachment seemed to be facing a great enemy, but they couldn't see any enemies.

Obviously there is a problem.

But as assassins, they could not find any trace of each other.

Until a faint scent of sandalwood wafted from nowhere, incompatible with the humidity of the forest.

At this moment, a suave voice suddenly sounded behind the Shadow Blade detachment.

"You don't have to be so nervous. I'm not hostile. ”

Everyone jerked back.

They never dreamed that they, super-first-class assassins, would be approached unknowingly.

What's even more palpitating is that although the speaker spoke softly, everyone felt a chill to the bone, like ice water poured into the bone marrow.

I saw a young man in a white robe embroidered with intricate and gorgeous patterns already standing beside them.

He has short pale blonde hair and a clear face.

But the most palpitating thing is his silver eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

This man exudes an otherworldly aura that is out of step with the gloom of the Silva Forest.

"...... are you?!"

Reno's face changed drastically, but he didn't dare to attack rashly.

Because the other party took the initiative to be so close, he didn't feel the slightest possibility that he could assassinate the other party.

"The eleventh god of the Crescent Empire, Simon Roe, the seat of emerald."

The man in the pale blonde hair and white robe replied.

"Look at how beautiful the moonlight is tonight, it is not suitable to fight and kill."

Simon Rowe said with a smile, his tone as soft as a sigh,

"What do you think?"

“……”

No one dared to answer.

The air froze, and only the rapid breathing of the members of the Shadowblade team could be heard.

They all waited for Reno to give an order.

"And if we want to go, will you let us go?"

Reno said in a deep voice.

"Of course not."

Simon Rowe replied as a matter of course,

"I definitely can't let you endanger the Cress Empire, and it is inevitable that I will capture you."

"Do it!"

Reno shouted the moment he heard this.

If you are captured by the other party, you might as well fight with the other party!

Before he could finish speaking, the dagger in Reno's hand was already thrown, heading straight for Simon Roe's throat.

With a flash of silver light, the dagger hit the target with unmistakable accuracy.

At such a close distance, Simon Rowe didn't completely dodge.

Or.

He didn't even want to hide.

After the dagger stabbed into Simon Ro's chest, it turned into pieces of light and dissipated without a trace.

"Okay, can you calm down, I really don't want to hurt you."

Simon Luo was unfazed, except that after the white robe was punctured, his skin was quickly healed.

But members of the Hutton Kingdom's Special Assassination Unit apparently refused to negotiate with Simon Rowe.

In their opinion, Simon Rowe gave too many flaws.

The offense is the offense, the offense is the run.

But.

All attacks were wiped out three feet away from Simonro, as if crashing into an invisible wall.

"Since the negotiation failed, there is no way."

Simon Rowe sighed, and finally brought a determination in his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Simon Rogo raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

A gust of wind suddenly rose, and the members of the Shadow Blade detachment were instantly lifted into the air, like kites with broken strings.

Countless large trees rose from the ground throughout the forest, and at this moment they lost their gravity!

The biting wind sliced through their bodies like blades, blood splattering in the air.

Just a moment.

Several of the escaped members of the Shadowblades were thrown to the ground or hung from trees, their bodies sliced beyond recognition and shattered into an unknown number of pieces.

Reno, who had escaped a mortal wound, barely stood up, but was covered in blood and crumbling.

"Monster! You monster! ”

Reno roared, his eyes split.

But as a Hutton soldier, he will never give in to a strong enemy!

"What's the point?"

Simon Rowe muttered to himself compassionately.

With a slight smile on his lips, he pointed his fingertips at Renold.

Just when Reno was engrossed in avoiding the Wind Blade, feigning an attack but actually looking for an opportunity to evacuate.

He felt like he was shrouded in shallow light, and all the injuries on his body had been healed.

And Simon Rowe was still smiling at him.

It's like telling him – even if I help you heal you a few more times, what can you do?

“……”

At this moment, Renor felt real powerlessness.

The jays of the Silva Forest were startled for a few moments, and eventually, the sound calmed down.

……

A few hours later, the kingdom of Posen.

As the hub of the eastern region connecting the Kingdom of Auroran on the left and the Kingdom of Hutton on the right, the top level is in a mess at the moment.

In the heart of the capital of Posen, the capital of Parieux, lies the imposing building of the King's Ministry of Defense.

The building is made of off-white marble, with six ancient Parrieutic columns supporting a triangular gable.

Walking into the building, you will be greeted by a spacious hall with a statue of the national emblem of the Kingdom of Posen, and a spiral staircase leading to the core area of the Ministry of Defense.

The dispatch center is located on the third floor of the Ministry of Defense building.

Personnel wearing military uniforms and high-level civilian uniforms of the Posen Kingdom are constantly running back and forth.

They used communication magic to connect, surrounded by a smart touch table, and exchanged solemn expressions.

The surface of the touch table displays the military deployment map of the various border defense lines of the Posen Kingdom in real time, and the different color light points represent different military branches and the number of troops.

"Now it's not just us, even the defense lines of the Kingdom of Aloran and the Kingdom of Hutton have been severely damaged, and there is basically no need to count on asking for help."

The intelligence officer circled a few flashing red dots on the screen with the magic mechanical pen, and his tone revealed solemnity, now it is all up to the strongest western hub to attract firepower, otherwise the eastern side will be even worse.

"Our army's dispatch army in the southwest has lost nearly one-third, and the surviving troops are retreating southward, at this rate, even if the defense of the South Asian Quedan Territory can be strengthened, the southwest is basically ready to give up."

He said with a gloomy expression as he looked at the changing data on the screen.

When the noise continues.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure came down the stairs to the third floor, and immediately many figures surrounded him.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, the border is asking for help, will our Central Army continue to send it?"

They hurriedly asked Nigel, who is now a lieutenant general.

“…… Let the Senate decide, I don't think there is much point in continuing reinforcements to the southwest. ”

Nigel shook his head tiredly, as if he didn't know what to do.

There is constant turmoil before and after, although Nigel is not a general who will easily go to the front line to fight, but if he is really beaten to Huadu, he will be the commander of the last line of defense to defend Huadu.

His duties are equally important.

What's more, even if he goes, I'm afraid he won't be able to turn the tide of the war.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of his deceased teacher, if he had the power of Pollman, maybe he could really play a vital role in the frontline battlefield.

After the battle of Huadu that night, he once again understood the phrase "the realm of life and death will make the warriors of the demon clan stronger", if the immortal species does not put aside the concept of life and death, and learn to bloom limited fireworks like short-lived creatures, it will be difficult to become stronger quickly.

The fragment of Parroni's Resentment that had been forcibly implanted by Perlman had almost become one with him, and after regaining himself, he did not choose to separate it, but tried to suppress and harness its power on his own.

If one day he had to face a strong enemy of the Eighth Order again, he might still need to rely on this barely legendary madness ability before he could have the possibility of confronting it.

Nigel simply coped with the officers and civilians around him, and walked straight to the rear.

I saw that there was also a rest area on the side of the third floor.

Ranchi and Talia are drinking tea.

"Nigel, here you are."

Ranch noticed Nigel and smiled.

He and Talia had stayed in the Posen Kingdom for nearly a week because of the traffic, and now they were paying attention to the battle situation and communication information every day, and the person in charge of taking care of them on the Posen Kingdom's side had gradually changed from Countess Rosalinda to Nigel.

Now after the start of the war, Countess Rosalinda has been recruited into the military industry department for the first time, as a platinum-level card maker and expert in magic engineering, and she is very busy every day.

"Ranch, Tata, I'm sorry, the battle has gotten worse, we can't send you back to the Hutton Kingdom for the time being, except for a large city-state like Huadu Parrieux with a core city defense system, anywhere else the Magic Rail Train passes through could be very dangerous."

Nigel took off his military cap, sat down across from them, and bowed to them.

Today is still not good news, but bad news that they have to stay for an unknown period of time.

Cross-border traffic is under frequent attack, there are fewer and fewer stops and routes available, and no one knows where the city-state will fall.

Now if you want to return to the kingdom of Hutton, there are many uncertainties with the only magic energy rail train.

At present, the safest plan is to go all the way east in the current territory, and then go out of the country and then transfer by a small vehicle, cross several small countries in the eastern region, and arrive at the easternmost kingdom of Hutton in the southern continent.

Even then, it takes a long time and the risks are extremely high.

"Your status as a researcher is enough for the Cress Empire to send enough power to hijack you, and in the worst case, if your itinerary information is leaked, you will face a situation of ten deaths."

Nigel added.

Although the large forces of the Cress Empire will not directly hit the territory of the Posen Kingdom, the high-level assassins of the Cress Empire can make surprise attacks, and once they leave the border, they may even be haunted by military gods.

"It doesn't matter, we knew that we were ready when the war started, and we were even glad that we didn't wake up and set off, otherwise we might have been blocked halfway."

Ranch shook his head and patted Nigel on the shoulder in relief.

The last time he fought a strong eighth-order Perlman, he was already sweating, and he had to rely on his and Talia's demon king's special attack, plus Perlman won twice, no matter which imperial god he encountered, something might happen.

And even if the gap in hard power is not large, it constitutes attribute restraint, and it will also become one side pressing the other.

For example, Taria's spiritual magic does not work against alchemical creatures, so if she meets the corrupt bishop Famer, she has no chance of winning.

"Ranch, Tata ......"

Nigel's expression became a little bitter, and he seemed to be a little speechless.

It would be safest to wait for a good time to arrange for Ranchi to return.

At least this period was the most turbulent, and the Posen Kingdom itself was a little too busy to take care of itself.

"Can you be entrusted with the appointment of our Wizard Engineer in the near future?"

Nigel watched as the two finally spoke.

He owes Ranchi and Tata a favor, and now the Posen Kingdom is not capable of sending them back safely, but has to entrust them to help with the work, which is somewhat "revenge", which really makes him feel guilty.

"No problem."

Ranchi glanced at Taria, then nodded, and simply agreed.

Nigel was a lifelong friend of both of them, and there was not much to say.

"Thanks, great help."

Nigel breathed a sigh of relief.

Not only is it the assistance of the two platinum-level card makers as magic craftsmen, but now the Posen Kingdom lacks top-notch combat power, and with them, Nigel can also be a little more relieved.

Suddenly.

The communication wizard rang in Nigel's ear.

"Lieutenant General Nigel, we have received information that the second line of defense on the southwestern border is also on the verge of rout."

There was a buzzing sound.

"How is it so fast?"

Nigel immediately stood up.

Ranch also looked confused and focused on the battle line, although he did not have the authority to coordinate the battle situation, he would give some advice as a technical support expert.

"It's Philip, the Seventh Army God who has been sealed the seat of Blood Chalcedony, he is crazy, he launched a second round of attacks!"

“……”

When Nigel heard this, his expression froze for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Lanch, Tata, I may have to check the situation, and if necessary, I will go to the front line to support."

After listening to the communication, he apologized to Ranchi and Talia and prepared to leave.

Ranch and Talia looked at each other.

"Nigel, what is the level of strength of the god of war?"

They didn't delay Nigel, they just followed him and asked him beside him.

Lan Qi's previous knowledge of the strength of the Twelve Army Gods was only hearsay, but what level it was, just listening to the fighting power of those students of the Alchemy Academy of Ichritic Academy, it was definitely not as accurate as Nigel, a real general of the Posen Kingdom, knew.

Nigel was silent for a moment.

"If it is the strongest few military gods, no unit in our Posen Kingdom can fight against them one-on-one, I am afraid that only your country's grand priest Luo Lun can fight the military god head-on."

He replied.

"Is there any other powerhouse in the Cress Empire besides the First Army God Hecintos who is stronger than Loren?"

Ranch thought for a moment and asked Nigel again.

The power of the Cress Empire that he currently knows, putting aside the blood clan, the strongest should be the strongest in the Southern Continent, Hecintos.

The extermination bishop of the Northern Continent is also the source of the term "superbishop-level strength", and has always been called the head of the twelve military gods of the Cress Empire in the Southern Continent, and the military god Hecintos, who was awarded the diamond seat.

In Lanch's cognition, Loren is a ceiling-level powerhouse, famous in the entire Southern Continent, and no one will question his strength.

Ranch didn't know how much better Hecintos was than Loren.

But for now, it seems that Loren is clearly not at the level of Hecintos.

“…… I'm afraid that there are three or four who will be stronger than Loren, I don't mean to offend, just to state the facts, Loren is placed in the twelve military gods, and can only be called the upper level, not the top. ”

Nigel shook his head.

“……”

Ranch and Talia looked at each other again.

They trusted Nigel's intelligence and judgment to be fine.

Nigel is an extremely reliable teammate.

In comparison, a typical negative textbook is the Ice Witch, and her information doesn't seem to be right.

"Nigel."

Ranch suddenly stopped Nigel, and at the same time caused the cat boss to open the sound seal enchantment.

Nigel noticed that Ranch seemed to have something important to talk to him about, and he stopped for the time being.

"During this time, Tata and I will do our best to help you in the rear of the Posen Kingdom, but can you find a way to help me get an identity and channel that allows me to disguise myself as a merchant or something and infiltrate the Cress Empire from the Aquidan Territory in the south?"

Lanch stared at Nigel and said.

This kind of thing, he can't ask anyone in the Posen Kingdom, or he can't trust anyone, except Nigel, who believes in its reliability.

He, Ranch, has never been good at playing frontal, but if he wants to start a career in the opposite family, then the expert will come.

Push this book ~ "I am the cataclysm! 》

(End of chapter)