The holographic image projected by the magic net terminal flashes the glow, and in the room after dusk, it outlines a wonderful atmosphere mixed with fantasy and technology. Gao Wen sits in front of the communicator and listens carefully to Carmel from the back. Report from the room.
"...Pitman has confirmed that the high-level cluster giants are transformed from the sacred officials of the eternal life, and that the 'commanders' transformed by other extraordinary people will not be ruled out in the future, but from the current stage, The fanatical mortal believer is the core upper layer of the Crystal Cluster Army...
"Crystal giants transformed from ordinary people have smaller body types and lower strengths. Their thinking ability, or the only remaining reason, needs to be maintained by the upper individuals. There is a between the upper cluster and the lower cluster. A wonderfully dependent relationship, the subordinate cluster giants can think, but their own thinking is not complete...
"I and Pittman agree that this unique connection of the cluster giants suggests that they have some degree of 'mentality', and that the commander-level cluster giant may be able to control nearby units, or perceive through this telepathy. To the state of the cluster of distant clusters, but this induction will not be very clear, and will be attenuated with distance. This is the conclusion drawn after several isolation experiments.
"After losing the commander, the subordinate cluster giants will quickly weaken and lose their senses, degenerate into monsters that rely entirely on instinct to act. The complete debilitation takes an hour or so and the reason is stopped from the beginning..."
Gao Wen did not fall to listen to Carmel’s report. The brows occasionally wrinkled and occasionally stretched.
Thanks to the researchers at the back, the soldiers on the front line do not have to face unknown enemies, as more and more infected samples are sent to the rear, as Carmel opens his memories from the era of Gangs, "God The characteristics of the "infected" have finally been unveiled in front of the world.
Beside Gaowen, the Philippe Knight on the face showed a thoughtful expression: "A certain degree of telepathic ability... no wonder they could organize a large-scale pursuit of Solderin in a short time, and In the absence of regular scouts and command units, this level of organization is maintained..."
Gao Wen looks at the knight who is still young but has become a mature general: "What do you think?"
"The telepathic ability of the clusters is a tricky advantage, which means that the speed of information flow on a small battlefield is no worse than ours, and even faster." Philip thought very seriously, "but obviously Their telepathic ability is also very limited, and the command system they build up is relatively chaotic and vague, and it is not impossible to deal with it. And I think that the huge loopholes in their organizational structure are the key points compared to the advantages brought by telepathy. ”
Gao Wen nodded slightly: "As long as the command nodes are destroyed, they will quickly collapse. The irrational monsters are better than the organized soldiers."
“I will work with adjutant, staff, and think tanks to develop a viable tactic,” Philip said with a serious look. “If it works, our speed of advancement will definitely accelerate.”
Gao Wen couldn't help but feel some emotions: Without Byron's slap in the side, Philip's brain efficiency in thinking about tactics is obviously rising, fearing that it is not the tactics used to save the tactics.
Carmel then continued to report on the results of the study: "In addition, we observed the magical response and erosion of the sacred carriers and mutators, and the 'ritual power' that caused them to change from the carrying state to the mutated state. There are preliminary conclusions related to divine intervention."
Gao Wen gently breathed a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, the power of the gods..."
"I found activated neuron factors in infected people who completely mutated into cluster giants. Although they could not completely separate them due to equipment limitations, I can judge that they have been subjected to incentive activation. Just like the ancient Gangster Empire from the giant Deer Amoen's flesh and strength have created the first generation of gods, and all things must have their own 'energy source' to reactivate the gods that have become recessive genetic factors. So far, Although no direct evidence has been found, we can theoretically assume that the end of all things has mastered some kind of **** power, or a substitute for **** power..."
Gao Wen’s face was calm and there was no accident.
Long before the disaster broke out, he realized that the end of all things would brew some amazing plot in the darkness, and vaguely speculated that this was related to the "God". After all, the fall of the three dark sects was obviously The gods are inextricably linked, and their ultimate goal is not surprising.
After that, in the conversation with Tyre, the information revealed by the Kraken, who had rich experience in eating and cooking in the field of gods, made Gao Wen clear his guess. For this, he even asked in advance. Tyre is going to make some preparations to deal with the terrible shady scenes that may exist and involve the gods.
At this moment, Carmel's research finally gives a certain evidence from the empirical direction: the end of all things will bring "God" into this battlefield.
This made Gaowen stressful, but he was not desperate.
The power of the gods is terrible to the mortal. If it is the true God of anger, perhaps Cecil really can't resist, but will all things be able to get a true God to help fight? Obviously impossible, they found the flesh and blood wreckage similar to the giant deer Amoen and activated some of its activity, or artificially banned some powerful monsters with partial deity, regardless of What kind of possibility is that since the cults were made with human spells, they are certainly not indestructible.
What can a cultist control? At least, is there a bloodline?
Even if all things die, they will create a living "man-made god" that can't be destroyed by Cecil's artillery. And Tyre and the Krakens behind her can help, and the deep-sea salted fish may not be able to cope with it. The true God (although they usually eat the sashimi of the storm all day, but they eat the corpse that will not resist), but as the fallen empire that masters the technology of the ultra-era, they deal with a "string" of fakes. There is always no problem.
In addition, Gao Wen was also exposed to the battle report of the "Shenzhen Fleet". The past life was an atheist. When confronted with problems in the realm of the gods, he may be nervous and may be cautious, but he will always keep a surplus. At this stage, this surplus may be just a confidence.
But that is at least confident.
Gao Wen’s curiosity is that Philip will have any thoughts after knowing the taboo forces that may be in the hands of all things.
"I don't have any thoughts," the young knight said after hearing Gao Wen's inquiry. "The obedience to the monarch's command is the responsibility of the knight. Protecting the territory and the people is also the responsibility of the knight. Under this premise, I only Care about where the enemy is and don't care who the enemy is."
Such an answer made Gao Wen somewhat surprised. He looked at Philip and looked at it. He felt that the young man was a little unreal: "Even if the opposite may be a **** or a **** of evil, or something else that is beyond human understanding?"
"The same," Philip nodded. "To whom the charge is the same, the only difference is whether you can come back."
Gao Wen was dumbfounded and shook his head two seconds later: "I thought you would be at least a little scared."
When Philip heard Gao Wen’s face, his face was slightly weird, and then he looked down and thought about it. He said: “It’s actually a little scared...”
"Oh?"
"So I really want to go to the battlefield. I will pull the mask down to prevent others from seeing my lips shaking. I will tie the weapon to my hand and prevent the weapon from getting rid of it, but I should not write a suicide note. I still have no wife. There are no other relatives. The property under my name can be directly returned to the Principality..."
This answer is true in a moment.
Looking at the face of the young knight, Gao Wen suddenly couldn’t help but want to hold his forehead with his hand: "I seem to understand why Byron is so keen to bicker with you..."
Philip responded for a while, but didn't react: "...ah?"
"All in all, you don't have to think about the issue of generosity to death in advance. We are fighting a war, not to die, no one is going to die," Gao Wen patted Philip's shoulder. "Go to arrange for you." The tactical meeting, we have to enter the Hongfeng area as soon as possible. If we can get through this channel as soon as possible, perhaps the last remnant of the Wang Guojun has hope."
Philip left the barracks, and after finally reporting on the operation of some laboratories, Carmel also left the communication channel.
Gao Wen sat at the table, and in the process of sorting out his thoughts, his eyes swept through a rear newsletter sent from amber on the table:
"The situation in the east has deteriorated and the Iron Throne has set out Herti."
"Your situation has deteriorated..." Gao Wen sighed softly. "It saves me a lot of trouble."
......
Since the change, the entire Eastern Army was swallowed up in a thick fog, the communication in the entire area west of Sombayburg was cut off, the Duke of the East and the Prince Edmund had no news, and the order of the entire Eastland quickly slid to chaos. The abyss of the order.
There are rumors, no one is in control, and the aristocrats who stay in the east have smelled terrible breath, but no one has the ability to grasp the whole situation or restrain the order of the east. The news about the army’s annihilation is very rampant, and the small families are the most The control was lost first, followed by the higher-level aristocratic lords. The chaos spread from west to east. The eastern part of the iron plate, which was originally under the constraint of Prince Edmund and the Duke of Loren, showed signs of fragmentation and allowed the situation. What is even more acute is the terrible news from the border areas of the west and the plain of the Holy Spirit.
A monster army stood up on the wreckage of the East Army Corps and was wandering in the plains of the Holy Spirit.
Those monsters seem to have not paid attention to the east. Their goal should be the more north of St. Sunil, but the existence of the monster army itself has killed the last binding force that allows the Eastern aristocracy to maintain the basic order.
The aristocrats on the ground quickly made the most normal response in this era: convening the vassal family, blocking the border of the territory, returning to the separatist state overnight, and then in the nervous confrontation, in the vigilance against the monster, In the vigilance of each other, the situation in the entire region was instantly tightened into a pot of fire.
In such a situation, the White Sands Mining Company, the bridgehead of the Principality of Cecil, sent vital information to the territory.
A war machine that had just completed all technical inspections and tests in the Gülen area responded to this information and went to the east.
The magical road stretches across the ground, and the continuous magic shield covers the entire track. Along with the low sound of the steel wheels and the magical organs, a huge train is entering the Baisha mining area solemnly.
In the sunset that has been dyed with orange, it is covered with solid steel armor, and the large train railguns and densely arranged gun towers are shining in the setting sun. Its compartment is full of armed soldiers. And the heavy white knight with armor, its carrying chassis is fixed with neatly arranged chariots and towed howitzers. It is like a fully armed steel castle, or even a walking fortress wall, heavy and full of majesty.
The head of the Baisha Mining Company, Holm, stood on the tower next to the station and quietly watched the miracle of this magical industry, the treasure of engineering, the symbol of Cecil power.
Armored train, Iron Throne.
Twenty minutes later, Holm stood on the high platform used to load and unload ore and heavy machinery on weekdays, and saw the middle-aged knight who commanded the Iron Throne, wore black magic armor, and looked deep and vicissitudes.
"It's nice to meet you, Sir Maryland."
"Please don't call me Jazz," the middle-aged knight smiled and calmly reached out and held Holm's hand. "That is the seal of the Moen royal family. It is already a past tense."