Chapter 1013： influences (1/2)

Face God, then kill God.

For a long time, Gawain has been thinking about how the war caused by the out-of-control of the God of War can finally end. The war between Typhon and Cecil is only a superficiality, and its essence is a "non-fiction" caused by the out-of-control of the gods. "Natural disasters", the end of disasters needs to start from the source, so the idea of ​​ending this divine disaster can only be found in the gods. In Gawain's initial plan, the safest way to achieve this goal is to cut off the "channel."

In Veronica's words, it is to cut off the "Bridge of Man and God."

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for the gods to directly influence the human world. The "God Realm" they live in is a more complex and insurmountable realm than a different space. According to Amoen, unless the conditions are extremely suitable or a huge margin Otherwise, the gods cannot leave their "domain" at all, but can only project their power into the world through indirect means. Therefore, from a certain perspective, as long as this "indirect connection" is cut off, the gods can be cut off. Impact on the human world.

Supporting this "bridge" is the endorsement system of gods in the human world-the "order of faith" formed after a large group of priests and a large number of mortals continue to act in accordance with specific doctrines.

Therefore, Gao Wen always thought that Rosetta’s goal was this: to consume the contaminated priests, baptized knights, and soldiers in the country, and to dismantle the "bridge" between the God of War and the world a little bit, when this level of connection weakened to a certain extent. At a certain level, theoretically, the "divine disaster" spreading in the mortal world will naturally end because it loses its source, and even the **** of war may stop its deteriorating crazy tendency due to the interruption of contact with the human world, and be in a certain state of isolation. Xia gradually returned to normal--of course, at the same time, he would also be greatly weakened because he lost the support of mortals’ beliefs. He might even become a “old god” like Ammon, who is powerful but has lost the power of the godhead, but That's not a question that Gao Wen needs to consider.

However, it now seems...what Rosetta is going to do is far from being so "gentle".

Heidi was taken aback by Gawain's speculation, staring for a long time before reacting: "Killing God? Are you sure?"

"I can only guess like this-only Rosetta knows the truth," Gawain said in a deep voice. "Now we can only speculate based on the clues that the Typhons are doing is obviously to further pull the power of the **** of war. In this world... Since the beginning of the war, the warring parties in the Winter Wolf Castle area have invested hundreds of thousands of troops, and it is still increasing. This is the largest war on this continent in nearly a century. Its existence itself It is a powerful source of gravitation, and the authority related to war will be naturally attracted to that area. In this case, the Typhons create a large-scale'miracle'... It is most likely to be for some greater The advent of the scale carries out a'warm-up'..."

Having said that, he paused and looked at Hetty's eyes: "With Rosetta's character and Typhon's current situation, he can't pull the God of War into this world just to invite the other party to lunch, right?"

"But how is he going to realize this near-impossible plan?" Heidi stared, "That's a god!"

"Gods can be killed, can't they?" Gao Wen said slowly, "In this era, mortals have already confronted the gods..."

Heidi quickly reacted: "Are you talking about the pseudo-god being hunted by us and the Kraken? Or the upper-level narrator? But... this is not comparable or repeatable at all! We used the former. The power of the siren, the latter is the special means you used. This cannot be used as evidence of "mortals have the ability to kill gods", let alone some regular event... If Rosetta Augustus is Inspired and inspired by these two things, his plan is simply a gambler's whimsical idea, even if there are both Cecil and Typhon in the Winter Wolf region, it is..."

"He must have planned for this thing for a long time-I mean if he really wants to do it," Gao Wen shook his head. "Now I don't know what his specific plan is, but since Typhon people might want to The God of War has drawn into our world... Then I can no longer watch from behind."

Heidi heard the profound meaning from Gawain’s tone. She looked at her ancestors in surprise: "Are you going to go in person..."

"Yes, I want to go to the Eastern Front in person," Gao Wen said lightly. "The nature of this matter may escalate at any time. If I really want to deal with God, then I'm somewhat experienced, and..."

As he said, he paused slightly, and a deep smile appeared on his face: "The Typhonians are going to make a big news, and we can never trust our enemy's bottom line on the battlefield...Think in the worst direction. If they not only want to pull the God of War down, but also want to hit Cecil's idea by the way... then we have to think about Aldernan equally."

"I understand," Heidi did not continue to ask questions, but nodded, "Then I will make arrangements."

"Yeah," Gawain nodded slightly, and after some thought, he ordered, "Also, contact Solinborg-tell Bertila that we don't have time to wait for the final version of the wetware server, she said. A temporary plan can be used first...We now need a psionic choir that can be directly put on the battlefield. The sooner the better, the more the better."

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In the depths of the dark cloud of war, the gears have already begun to rotate. Whether it is the appearance of this war or the truth hidden under the appearance, these rotating gears begin to move forward continuously-and this vortex affects It's not just the front line of Winter Wolf Castle, or even the two directly engaged parties.

Under the new order created by the Age of Magic, information is spreading at a speed and breadth far beyond the past. The war that took place in the northeast of the mainland has already attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.

The moss woods of the Ogure tribal nation are ushering in the coldest days of the year. Several consecutive snowfalls have stained this gray elves’ ancestral land for generations with pure whiteness, and deep in the winter snow-stained jungle However, Fengsong City, the largest city in Mosswood Forest, maintains a bustling and lively life that does not match this cold winter.

Thanks to the prosperity and prosperity brought by active business activities, and the magical technology that makes the city run cheaper and more efficient, the gray elves and their business partners can stay away from the cold and depression this winter, even in heavy snowfall. In the past few days, the citizens of this city still maintain a normal life: the market is open as usual, transactions are carried out as usual, tourists are in an endless stream, and news from all over the world...also circulates quickly in this city as always.

The captain of Windsong City carried her proudly cutting axe, and walked calmly on the street between the market and the longhouse. This "feline lady" glanced at herself with a clever look. In the patrolled area, the fluffy ears standing above the head catch all kinds of movement from the market area: winter is a season that makes people relax and vigilant, especially for cats. The low temperature makes people sleepy and will People can't help but miss the stove at home, but as a well-trained fighter, keeping vigilance in this sleepy season has always been her proud skill.

A newsboy ran by, and the other party’s excited yelling attracted the attention of the captain of the guard: "Extra! Extra! Big news! A big air battle broke out on the Winter Wolf front line! Unprecedented! An unprecedented air battle!"

The vocabulary used by the newsboy is novel and unfamiliar. Someone around has already attracted attention. The captain of the guard can't help but look at that way more. It is these two more glances that have attracted the attention of the newsboy. The energetic gray elf ran over in a few steps, his face flushed in the cold wind: "Ms. Morelina! Come to a newspaper! You can't miss it!"

"I'm patrolling." Morelina looked down at the little gray elf, with a serious look on her face covered with fluff-she carefully controlled the extent of the tail curling, so that its sway did not expose her. mood.

But a shrewd gray elf can clearly see through the thoughts of a warrior through countless detailed observations: "Don’t be like that, Madam Morelena, the captain of the guard doesn’t have to patrol for so long like ordinary soldiers, and it’s about Typhon-Sisi. News from the front lines of Seoul-a soldier should not miss this thing!"

Morelina's eyes narrowed. She didn't agree with the first half of the newsboy's sentence, but the second half of the other party's sentence gave her a good reason... or a step. She glanced at the mechanical clock hung in front of the patriarch’s house not far away, and realized that her patrol time was indeed about to end soon, she reached out to the newsboy: "Okay, give me a copy."

"Your day will be enriched by this newspaper! I promise, Ms. Morelina-this is your newspaper and change~~"

The witty gray elf.

Morelina took the newspaper, smiled and shook her head. The newsboy ran to the other direction in the next second, and the cheerful shout came from not far away: "Big news! A big air battle broke out on the Winter Wolf front! Wind Song The big news that the captain of the city’s guard would not want to miss!"

Morelina glanced in that direction, and there was a short snore in her throat, but she didn't say anything. Then she picked up the newspaper and saw that the "big news" that the newsboy said was on the first page of the newspaper——

A large "photo" occupies a full one-third of the layout. At the first sight of it, Morelina felt that her breathing was slow for half a shot——