Chapter 1013： influences

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."

...

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——

That is a scene of the sky, directly shot from a flying perspective.

Morelina has actually seen the sky. The Cecils have made some magic net short films with aerial perspective as the theme. They used some kind of flying machine to take personnel and equipment to the sky, and took pictures of overlooking the earth and clouds from the sky. Even the pictures of dancing with the wind and rain, as the magic net spread to the Ogure tribe, these incredible short films have also entered the sight of all races as part of Cecil's external propaganda, but...

What appeared in the newspaper was completely different.

In the sky full of clouds and howling snow, armed forces are fighting each other.

Only then did Morelina understand what the "big aerial battle" meant by the newsboy.

Hundreds of flying war machines were put on the battlefield...Several times the number of Typhon Air Force...a huge meteorological "miracle"... Dragons... Armored trains...

Air strikes and counter air strikes in a snowstorm.

Morelina grabbed the newspaper, and I don’t know when she had already put the cutting axe on her shoulders to her legs. Her cat’s tail was slightly rolled up, and when she reacted, the tail was already in her mouth. Inside.

She couldn't remember how many years she hadn't done such a childish thing-it was insignificant to a powerful orc warrior.

But she can no longer care about such details at the moment, because a huge doubt is circling in her mind:

When did the war become like this?

In the distant human world, east of the mainland, are people there already fighting in this way?

...

"Big aerial battle..." In the spacious and bright room, Wenna Baizhi, with a gray-haired shawl, looked at the newspaper that the attendant had just delivered. The front page of the newspaper made the gray elf chief uncontrollable while his eyes were opened. Exclaimed, "Is this also the change brought about by Magic Technology..."

"It's magical technology and magical technology," said a tall, black-haired, blue-eyed human standing beside Wenna. "The Typhons don't have machines that can fly. They are still fighting with the power of traditional magic. "

"Those Typhons who did not have flying machines suffered more losses in this air battle-although there may be factors in Cecil's propaganda and modification, it is clear who the casualties are greater in this air battle," Wenna couldn't help but lighten up. He shook his head lightly, "not to mention that the dragonborn also appeared on the battlefield as a mercenary... Cecil actually made magical equipment for the dragonborn who were already very powerful."

"Alchemists have the concept of a'catalyst', and war is the catalyst of technology-magical technology is certainly good for mines and municipal construction, but obviously it is also very suitable for use on the battlefield." Tall human beings Said seriously.

"...The gray elves are not good at fighting, but we really need to learn more about this," Wenna said with a sigh, "Schwak, the agenda for purchasing arms from the Cecils must continue to be promoted. Going down...not only us, but the other four tribes should also realize the importance of these things. We don’t expect to use the purchased arms to attack anyone, but at least we have to start to keep up with the changes in the world."

"Please rest assured, I have been paying attention to this aspect."

"Well," Wenna nodded slightly, "Speaking of magical technology...Wycliffe proposed to establish a magic net hub in Ancestral Peak. What is the feedback from all parties?"

Wycliffe is the leader of the human tribe in the Ogure tribe, and one of the "five kings" whose status is equal to Wenna Baizhi.

"The establishment of a magic net hub on the Ancestral Peak is indeed a matter of extreme challenge to tradition... At present, the orcs and the spirits have not reached a consensus on this matter, and they are mainly worried about whether this will produce bad for the Holy Land. There are also some cultural and traditional concerns,” Schwack, who served as a consultant, reported immediately. “It’s surprising that the fairies have agreed to this matter. Ms. Stella also sent a letter specifically asking us about this. Does Bian intend to promote this..."

"The fairies are so active?" Wenna raised her head somewhat unexpectedly, "Ancestral Peak is where they live for generations. I thought they would be most worried about this..."

"Everyone thinks so, but the goblins seem to... find this thing interesting," Schwark said with a weird expression. "At least Ms. Stella's attitude is like this."

Wenna was taken aback, and suddenly she held her forehead somewhat distressed: "Do they really understand what the magic net hub is..."

"This should still be okay. The elves have unexpectedly strong understanding in the field of magical technology. Recently, they are becoming the most familiar group of magical technology in the Ogure tribal nation except for the gray elves," Shi WACKER didn't seem to hear the joking in Wenna's tone, and said seriously, "Perhaps it is because of this talent that they are so interested in building a giant signal tower in their ancestral home."

"...Well, it's also a good thing, so that at least three votes are passed," Wenna rubbed her eyebrows, "Are there only spirit races and orcs left... I understand Camilla and Stour, the two of them themselves? It's not a stubborn person, and it should be agreed in the end."

After finishing this troublesome topic, the gray elf patriarch waved his hand: "Let’s talk about this after I communicate with patriarch Stella. Speaking of which, the letter Meili sent back has arrived today?"

"Yes, ma'am," Schwak nodded, and pointed to something on a small table next to him, "this is it."

Wenna blinked, her eyes fell on the packaged item, and it took a long time to mutter to herself: "I thought it was a package..."

"This is indeed a package-Cecil's postal service is registered according to the package, and when it is delivered across the border, it is also according to the package," Schwak nodded solemnly, "Obviously, the letter written by the lady can't be used in the mail channel..."

Wenna: "..."

"Then, please ask for a letter from the family, I will deal with government affairs documents, so I won't bother."

When the voice fell, Schwak bowed slightly and exited the room politely.