Chapter 1008： "miracle" (1/2)

The Earthly Anaconda and the iron scepter armored train that served as the **** are galloping on parallel tracks. The two war machines have separated from the plains and entered the mountain area near the Shadow Swamp a few minutes ago-small rolling hills. The mountains flicked past the window of the car, and the sky looked dimmer than before.

When Maryland came to the window, he saw that the sky beyond the car window was completely covered by iron-gray clouds. The faint sunlight barely penetrated the clouds, and there was a disturbing white glow in the depths of the clouds. The cold wind roared outside the car windows, and snow and dust were picked up by the wind in the distance, forming a floating curtain of turbidity, and the depths of the curtain were deserted.

This is a typical no-man's land on the northern border, and similar desolate scenes are very common here.

The current cloudy weather is also very common in recent days.

However, a kind of faint anxiety is still lingering in Maryland's heart. He can't tell what the source of this anxiety is, but the experience of fighting on the battlefield makes him never dare to call this kind of similar. "Intuition" is put behind his head at will-he has always believed in the ideas of Falman, a scholar of Anzu’s First Dynasty, and this scholar once famously said: Behind all intuitions is the superficial consciousness. Ignored clues.

This kind of uneasy induction shouldn’t arise out of thin air. It must be something that violated the surroundings. He hasn’t found out yet, but his subconscious mind has noticed these dangers. Now it’s the life and death experience he has accumulated for many years to make the alarm in the subconscious. .

"General," the adjutant on the side noticed Maryland's gloomy expression, which seemed unusually abnormal after a smooth military mission. "What happened?"

"What did the aerial reconnaissance find?" Maryland frowned and asked, "Is there any news from the ground reconnaissance force?"

The adjutant was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why the chief would suddenly ask about this, but he immediately replied: "We just made contact five minutes ago and everything is normal-we have entered the long-range artillery cover on Height 18. Feng Ren has suffered a loss here before, so he probably won't do the same stupid thing again."

Then he paused and continued: "In addition, the Dragoon troops just sent a message that the clouds in the sky are increasing, which has affected the effect of visual detection, and they are lowering their altitude."

"Clouds..." Maryland repeated this word subconsciously, and his gaze fell on the thick clouds of the sky again. Suddenly, he felt that the shape and color of the clouds seemed a little weird, not like they looked under natural conditions. , This made his vigilance suddenly rise to the apex, "I feel that the situation is a bit wrong... Let the dragoons pay attention to the movement in the clouds, the Typhons may use the clouds to launch air attacks!"

The adjutant’s eyes widened slightly. First, he quickly implemented the commander’s order, and then returned to Maryland with a trace of doubt: "Is this possible? Sir? Even with the help of cloud cover, Flying Mages and Griffins should not be opponents of Dragoons. ..."

Maryland did not answer. He just stared at the sky outside. In the iron-gray cloud, snowflakes had already begun to fall, and in the next ten seconds, these falling snowflakes rapidly increased and became denser. The cold wind roaring outside the window became more and more fierce, and a word flashed across Maryland's mind like a lightning-blizzard.

At this moment, he suddenly came up with a seemingly absurd and chilling thought: in the northern area in winter, wind and snow are normal things, but if...the Typhon people use some powerful miraculous power What about artificially creating a blizzard?

What if this blizzard is not just a blizzard?

"Sir!" A technical soldier suddenly reported loudly next to him, "The on-board magic sensor device has failed! All sensors are disturbed!"

"Call the Shadow Swamp Base and request the air support of the Dragoon Special Operations Echelon," Maryland ordered without hesitation, "We may be in trouble!"

...

The wind was whistling outside the shield, and the high air flow, cold and strong enough to discourage high-ranking experts, was engulfed in blade-sharp ice crystals, and thick clouds rolled in all directions like a mass of silt that was too thick to melt. , Every time there is a surging sound, there are roars and groans-this is an environment where humans are difficult to survive. Even a strong military griffon can hardly fly in this kind of cloud, but Cremont has no Feeling the pressure and damage caused by the bad weather, on the contrary, he only felt like a spring breeze in the source of this blizzard.

The hundreds of battle mages flying beside him and the larger number of Griffin Riders seemed equally relaxed.

The terrible wind and low temperature seemed to have actively bypassed these Typhon soldiers, and the actual blocking force in the clouds did not affect them at all. Cremont flew in the squally wind and thick clouds, and the clouds not only did not stop him. On the contrary, his vision, like an extra pair of eyes, allows him to clearly see everything inside and outside the clouds.

He lowered his height slightly, watching the Cecil flying machines patrolling in the distance from the edge of the clouds, while looking down at the armored train running on the ground from the corner of his eye, endless magical power surged around, he felt Every breath he takes is replenishing his strength, which is a feeling he has never had in the past decades of mage career.

This is one of the miracle rituals of the God of War-the Host in the Storm.

As a mage, Cremont doesn't know much about the details of the Ares sect, but as a polymath, he at least knows these famous miracle rituals and the corresponding religious allusions behind them. In the description of the many great achievements of the God of War, there is a chapter that describes the image and actions of this god: He marched in the storm, and the evil men looked at him with fear, only seeing one standing in the storm and covering him. Giant in gray armor. This giant is invisible in the eyes of mediocre people. Only the ubiquitous storm is his cloak and banner. The warriors follow this banner and are given infinite power and three lives in the storm, and finally get a doomed victory. .

Now, these mages and griffon riders who flew in the snowstorm and prepared to perform air raids are the "warriors" in the fable.

Cremont took a deep breath, feeling the magic surging in his body, and activated the messaging spell: "Disperse the queue, group according to plan, and get close to the flying machines-first destroy the **** machines, the mobile fortress of the Cecils. It's easy to deal with!"

The Battle Mage and Griffon Riders in the clouds quickly began to execute the commander's orders, in the form of a mixed team, approaching those flying machines that were extremely clear in their field of vision, and at this moment, the blizzard had completely taken shape.

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Visibility is rapidly declining within the curtain formed by the howling wind, surging clouds, and ice and water vapor. Such severe weather has begun to interfere with the normal flight of the Dragoons. In order to combat the worsening celestial environment, flying machines patrolling in the air have been in succession. Turn on additional environmental protection.