Chapter 1022： God of war (1/2)

Looking down from the air, the winter fortress group and the narrow plains to the west of the fortress group are already like a boiling sea of ​​luminescence——

Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary people are stationed in hundreds of large and small camps. This huge community of camps has formed an unimaginable giant network of mana. The surging magic power rushes across the vast land and continues to gather in the winter. At a dozen high points around the fortress group, light beams that penetrate the sky and the earth rise from the top of the mountain, and every time the light flashes, a powerful ball of light descends from the sky;

Cecil’s armored torrent is advancing towards the east front. Several armored trains are moving on the tracks. Tank clusters and various light and medium tanks are crushing the dry land in winter, and huge cannons blast in the billowing smoke. Dense flashes undulated layer upon layer like a surge in the front section of this "iron current", the shells and energy beams intertwined into a fire net and splashed on the distant plain;

The towering hill-like giant trudged the earth, facing the overwhelming ancient curse and contemporary artillery. Even the weakened body of the gods appeared strong and tough to despair in the face of angry attacks from mortals-the firepower that the two empires poured the power of the whole country into their heads succeeded in causing continuous damage However, the giant’s footsteps showed no signs of slowing down. He moved forward like an invincible knight, constantly destroying any line of defense that appeared in front of him, or using a longbow against the enemy to destroy those “worms who dared to hurt himself”. "The ants" were wiped out.

Inside the armored train of War Citizen, the roar of artillery passed through the barrier into the car body. The entire tactical section of the carriage was echoed with low and rolling thunder. Maryland came to an observation window on the side of the carriage, looking at the Winterhold Fortress from a distance. The direction of the group.

The fortress group was built between the mountains. The terrain of the core area of ​​the entire Winter Fortress line showed a gradual bulge along the border of the plain, and between the hillsides and hills above the ground, a brilliant stream of light was on the ground. Flowing, even though there have been many extinct "black areas" in it, this "sea of ​​light" formed by the gathering of mortal forces is still thrilling and magnificent.

"Really impressive..." The well-informed general couldn't help but sigh softly.

That is the miracle that Typhon has accumulated for hundreds of years to the present, with a large-scale army of transcendents. The magical vein of the mountains and plains should be the masterpiece of the Royal Mage Association, which Typhon people are most proud of. It is expensive, and the number of extraordinary people required on the entire continent may not be affordable by any country except Typhon and the Silver Empire. Affordable; it is not as efficient and stable as a magic net of the same size, at least if the same magic net is used to drive the creation of annihilation, there will be no such frequent overload and self-destruction; it may only last for a while, because of human After all, there is a limit to power, but even so, Maryland must pay tribute to this miracle-and he believes that even his loyal majesty would think so.

Is this the final peak of the extraordinary order of the old age...

The call of the communicator suddenly came from the side, interrupting Maryland's thinking: "The track has reached the end, and the front link has been blown up!"

Maryland raised his head, he saw that the plain was nearing its end, and the outermost buildings of the Winterhold Fortress group stood in the distance. The Cecil Legion had crossed the stalemate area that the two warring parties had been fighting over and over again, allowing the armored train to move. The railway has also come to an end.

The mountain-like giant is still advancing calmly and firmly. His goal is from the beginning to the end the castle on the top of the mountains with pure white ice and snow, as if there is something particularly important. The things that are absolutely attractive to him.

Suddenly, the giant raised his arm again, and a huge bow quickly formed in his hand. He looked around the battlefield next to him, and then suddenly backhanded an arrow-the huge arrow pierced the air, and fell into the plug almost instantly. In the steel torrent of Syl's regiment, the tanks and multi-purpose tanks near the drop site were evaded for the first time. However, after the explosion broke out, more than a dozen tanks were still wiped out in the horrible energy impact.

Then the giant turned his head again and continued to march towards the distant Winterhold.

Maryland's pupils shrank instantly--

This is the God of War that mortals believe in. It is the appearance of the gods that mortals have drawn with imagination since ancient times-without so many fancy decorations, without so many treacherous abilities, he will only sweep the battlefield with absolute power and use The tenacious body confronts all attacks-with perseverance, bravely moving forward in the enemy's line and eliminating all threats, this is the "classical depiction" of all heroic images on the battlefield from ancient times to the present.

This giant presents all the above characteristics perfectly.

Next to the War Citizen, one of the iron scepter armored trains that served as the **** mission was missing. On another track in the distance, the second half of the No. 0 armored train was also seriously damaged, and the remaining carriages were billowing thick. Smoke, this is the price paid for chasing the gods in the past short period of time.

Maryland took a breath and quickly issued instructions to the communicator on the side: "The armored train slows down and stops, and continues to attack the target with all weapons until the target leaves range; other ground troops continue to advance and maintain firepower output; 2. The Fourth Artillery Battalion moved forward, set up a new position at the 76th Heights, and continued to attack..."

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Above the Iron Throne, weird stars and nights continued to envelop the earth, and hordes of shadows were passing through the high clouds, rushing towards the giant in iron gray armor in the distance-among them were silver-gray painted. Dragoon aircrafts also have dragons that are equipped with steel wings and soar directly in the clouds.

The high-altitude cold wind whistled across the wings, cutting the magical barrier of the body like a cold blade. The black dragon Su Jina felt the turbulent air current in the air, and slightly squinted her eyes to look into the distance.

The giant that can make the dragon tremble is already clearly visible.

"Maggie... When you wrote me to Cecil to'Experience Flying,' you didn't say you would fight this kind of stuff..."

The Black Dragon Commander murmured softly, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a fearless smile. She spread her wings as if embracing the sky, and the runes on the edge of the steel wing gleamed in the night sky beside her. The members of the dragon group also made similar moves one after another, and the speed of the entire aerial formation accelerated once again, dragging out a hazy illusion under the shining light of the stars.

The Typhonians are here to give up their lives, because it involves their lives and honor, and the Cecils are here to fight to the death, because it also involves their life and death and the concept of homeland, and the dragon descendants...as mercenaries They were originally outsiders, but at this moment they were as fierce and fearless as those humans, which may be difficult to understand in the eyes of outsiders.

But the Dragonborn feel right about it-they have received the money, and made solemn promises when they received the money.

The dragonborn may be a broken dragon, but the broken dragon also has its own dignity and creed: you must do things when you receive money, and you must do it when you promise.

Not to mention... the feeling of flying in the sky is really great.

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Fiery flames burned on the ground, and the originally cold northwest border turned into a burning furnace on this day. In the Tifeng camp that has been completely destroyed, the out-of-control magic power spreading around is still continuing to lick The barracks in the land and ruins.

A message crystal that fell to the ground was mostly buried in the hot mud. After losing the support of the manipulator, the light on the surface of the crystal was rapidly dimming, but there was still a faint and vague voice coming from the depths of the crystal: "...call Camp No. 44, Winterhold Mage Tower called Camp No. 44... Report your... the flow of magic is unstable, we need to... receive a reply..."

The corpse, also buried in the soil, could not respond to the sound coming from the crystal. Apart from the crackling of the flames burning the barracks, there was only a low and low whistling when the magical power of out of control passed by at low altitude. But suddenly, there was one near the crystal. The pile of loose mud was pulled apart by a **** hand, and an invisible battle mage struggled to get out of the collapsed fortifications, wriggling in the mud.

He stretched his hand to the message crystal that was about to extinguish, and after receiving the magic power, the crystal brightened slightly again.