Chapter 1018： Advent day

The military mobilization of the Typhons is still going on, and one after another army of Transcendents has been called from all over the country to the Winterhold. This originally very wide defense-in-depth zone has even appeared to be "crowded". The various Typhons have already been crowded. It is full of all the castles, cities and fortresses in the defensive zone, and a huge number of camps and temporary military stations have been set up between the defensive lines. Correspondingly, Cecil's army is also constantly moving to the front.

Of course, in terms of simple numbers, the size of Cecil's army is still far inferior to the Typhons who have a rich family background.

The atmosphere in the entire theater is extremely tense and suppressed to the extreme, and in this special atmosphere and the huge gathering of people, the special "breath" pervading the entire region is becoming more and more obvious.

"Vision sighting reports" from ordinary people began to rise exponentially, and the number of people who fled from the border to the inland has reached a new peak in the last few days, even those whose homeland was difficult to leave or were not rich enough to migrate. The population has now begun to think of ways to stay away from this land of right and wrong.

In Winter Wolf Fort, in the intelligence office, Amber is sitting behind a particularly large desk. She is surrounded by intelligence documents sent from various channels, including not only from the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau, but also front-line investigative units and documents. Collected by the file department and others, the military intelligence bureau officers and assistant think tanks at all levels have streamlined and processed the files as much as possible, but the files sent to her are still piled up.

The petite half-elf was sitting behind this table, almost overwhelmed by documents.

Amber moved her position on the large seat and adjusted a relatively relaxed posture. Her legs swayed twice, and her amber eyes swept between the quick analysis notes and clue pictures again.

She is trying to find a certain critical point in time and the possible "hidden changes" in Typhon.

A bald-headed man with a scar on his face and looking quite powerful stood opposite her. He was putting the organized files on the table while cautiously asking: "Boss, look at your expression... what did I find? Huh?"

"As I said, I call me'Director' or'Boss' in formal occasions. This sounds a bit more powerful." Amber lifted his eyelids and looked at his old subordinate, then shook his head slightly. "It's not so decisive. The discovery... just summed up an obvious conclusion."

While talking, she waved her fingers across several clues: "The Typhons have concentrated so many troops in a long and narrow area. Judging from the simplest common sense, we all know that so many people cannot be so large. So whether they want to use these people to fight God of War or attack us, two-thirds of the troops are probably useless. In other words, that Rosetta August Concentrating here is definitely not all for fighting, and quite a few of them...their role should be in other areas."

"Other aspects?" Scarface Anton showed a trace of confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"I want to know that I have reported it a long time ago, and I need to chat with you here?" Amber rolled his eyes, "And this kind of issue involves military deployment, Philip and his staff must be more professional than me. , I only need to tell them the doubts I see. How to analyze and investigate specifically is their business. Our really important task now... is to find out the time in order to prevent it in advance."

"Is it the time when the Typhonians started their hands..." Anton thoughtfully, and then shook his head slightly irritably, "No one knows what the Typhonian emperor is thinking, if he really wants to Join us to fight against the gods, at least it's time to release some signals..." The fastest computer update::/

"He won't," Amber shook his head, his expression was quite open. "According to our majesty, Typhon and Cecil can communicate with everything, except this matter. The war has become a tease and trap against the'war' itself, which will make all efforts so far in vain."

With that said, her attention has returned to the document in front of her. If someone else is present on the mountain, she will be surprised that she will be so serious and devoted to a business, but Anton knows that her "big sister" "Head" has maintained this state for several days.

When something really terrible is about to happen, Amber, who is careless in daily life, will also be serious.

Amber didn’t care about the feelings of her subordinates. She was just thinking about the clues she had been in contact with recently, trying to analyze the actions of Typhon people from them. While summarizing those clues, she also expanded her thinking. , Try to find breakthrough points from directions other than existing clues.

In many cases, it is not the people in the mist that push away the clouds, but the forces outside the clouds.

She didn’t find any clues from the piles of paper on the table that could reveal the key timing of the Typhon’s actions, but she raised her head in exhaustion and yawned, but her gaze swept over the wall hanging not far away. A calendar.

After a moment of dazedness, she blinked and asked casually as if remembering something: "There are still a few days...is it the New Calendar Festival?"

Anton was slightly startled, probably because he didn't expect his boss's thinking leaps to be so wonderful, but he thought about his boss's usual style, and felt that the other party paid attention to festivals, which can be given a holiday and have allowances, but can also be open and honest. The day of the meal is a very natural thing, so he nodded: "Yes, it will be the New Year's Day in two days, the first day of the year... But to be honest, you don’t even think about it in this situation. I'm thinking about drinking on holidays..."

Kohaku didn't pay attention to Anton's second half of the sentence at all (in the past, she should have kicked him into the shadow world), she just seemed to be chanting the word New Year's Day in a dream, and then looked down. I took a few glances at the shorthand reminder handwritten on hand, and a little light flashed in my eyes, "I see!"

...

"Three days later? New Calendar Festival?" In the front-line command hall, Gawain looked a little surprised at Amber, who suddenly ran over excitedly to report on his situation, "Are you sure?"

After living in this world for so many years, he is no stranger to traditional festivals like the "New Calendar Festival". This is a day somewhat similar to the New Year. It is the first day of the cold month and the first day of the whole year. On this day, Frost Sky began to fall, and Flow Fire began to rise. Although the entire following month is called the "cold month", in fact the coldest days of the year will soon pass. As the Moon of Recovery is approaching, people will celebrate this special festival in various ways. The "people" here include not only humans, but also the elves of the south and many races in the western part of the mainland.

When I recalled some knowledge about the New Calendar Festival in my mind, an idea suddenly flashed through Gao Wen's mind like lightning.

He seemed to know what Kohaku had discovered.

"On the New Year's Day, the gods need to rest and re-arrange the governance of this world," Amber said unhurriedly. "For this reason, all religious activities in the world will be suspended for one day, no matter which **** they are followers. Even those who slander and deceive will keep'silent' on this day. People don't pray, don't go to church, don't worship at home, and even try to avoid mentioning the names of the gods, because... Gods are resting on this day ."

The key to uncovering the fog is not in any intelligence clue, but a traditional custom. It is indeed wonderful.

A smile on Amber’s face: “Rosetta Augustus couldn’t make everyone stop praying to the God of War at the same time by his own order, even though he relied on the army to forcibly control the activities of the Church of God of War everywhere. Public and formal evangelistic meetings were forbidden, but he couldn’t prevent people from praying secretly at home, and couldn’t ensure that there would not be a few secretly active underground churches among the nearly 100 million people, let alone those outside Tifeng The Church of God of War... But the power of traditional customs can do this, at least better than him.

"On the day of the New Calendar, everyone will stop praying, no matter which **** they believe in, no matter what they are obeying Rosetta's orders, everyone will do this, and according to our research on the law of the gods, In this case, the power of God will lose its'replenishment'..."

Gawain's expression became extra serious. He gently rubbed his forefinger knuckles in a low tone: "So, if he wants to do something with God, the New Calendar Festival will be the most suitable day... Time is running out, but still Time to prepare."

...

Several days passed in a flash.

In a meeting place near the Winter Fortress, a huge brazier has been lit, candlesticks and iron sacred utensils have been neatly set up around the altar, and the smell of incense is emitted from the campfire and candle fire. Continue to spread in the assembly hall.

A large number of priests in black or gray robes were led to the assembly hall in a muddle manner, like a group of swaying walking corpses gathered in front of the sacrificial platform, where they stood sluggishly, seeming to have lost the ability of normal human thinking, but There were continuous low-pitched murmurs or murmurs from the depths of those heavy hoods. It seemed that each of them was talking with an invisible object, and even...we had a very happy conversation.

The obsidian imperial guard in black armor was guarding the edge of the assembly hall. Under the visors made of alloy, there was an indifferent sight with almost no emotional fluctuations.

An army commander glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand, then glanced at the sky outside through the wide window not far away.

The cold wind blew into the assembly hall through the open windows, and the snow particles accumulated in the previous days were swept in.

The new year begins today...with a dark and **** day as the beginning. At this moment, no one knows whether this beginning will lead to a future that retains hope. The commander does not know these. His only mission here is Execute the order given by the superior.

"This may be the worst New Year's Day I've ever had in my life, it's dying cold..." He muttered softly, and walked towards a priest beside the altar.

Over time, the incense scent floating in the assembly hall has begun to affect these unconscious priests and pastors. Some of them seem to have begun to pray in low voices, but this is far from a true "ritual." , So the commander came to the priest and said unhurriedly to the face hidden under the hood: "The holy time has come, don't you pray?"

"Holy time... holy time..." the priest muttered to himself, sounding muddled, but seemed to maintain a trace of reason, "but I can't pray today...today..."

"The New Year's Day has passed yesterday, Mr. Bishop, you remembered it wrong," the commander whispered, "Look at the brazier and candlestick in front of you... This is a gift to God. There will not be any in the New Year's Day. This kind of thing?"

"Oh...oh...you're right, the New Calendar Festival passed yesterday..." A voice that became more and more haunting came from under the hood, and in the end it turned into a whisper that was completely inaudible, and Dang Na whispered When it gradually became hoarse and torn and mixed with a large number of syllables that humans could not utter, the commander had quickly retreated to the edge of the assembly hall.

Low prayers have sounded around the brazier

"...Blessed by the God of War, my heart is like steel, and I have been fighting for hundreds of battles..."

The unspeakable mental pressure began to spread. Even the well-trained obsidian soldiers could not help feeling their skin tighten and their lips dry. They clenched their long swords, and focused their attention on their officers, and that The commander stared at the center of the altar, which was gradually stained with iron-grey flames, and from time to time quickly glanced at the priests around the altar. Slowly, his hand began to touch the long sword at his waist. .

Inside the assembly hall, the prayers were mixed, as if mixed with several other heavy sounds in the middle, the flame in the center of the altar became more and more vigorous, and outside this assembly hall, in the howling cold wind, in the vast winter fort area, The same thing happened at the same moment in dozens of large and small assembly halls.

Abnormally gathered clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. Large swaths of iron-gray clouds seemed to suddenly emerge out of thin air. In the middle of the clouds, a group of shimmering, door-like things had loomed out, just as According to the legend, the gate of the kingdom of God hangs high above the earth, as long as you look up in the Winter Fort area, you can clearly see it.

The only remaining residents in this area felt the great coercion. They hid in their homes in panic, went into the cellar, and then closed the doors and windows tightly. The soldiers waited nervously for further orders. Countless commanders and messengers They all cast their sights in the direction of Winterhold.

Rosetta Augustus stood in the secret hall on the top floor of the Winter Fort, looking at the sky through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows, looking at the divine projection that was already very clear in his sight.

Today is the New Calendar Festival. God wants to "rest", and prayer activities all over the world have been suspended. However, tens of thousands of the most corrupted God of War priests pray here... This is a strong "positioning", enough Lead the connection of the kingdom of God to the world accurately.

However, this does not seem to be enough. The gods still haven't really come. Ordinary prayers cannot cause qualitative changes with quantitative changes. This requires the most critical step.

Rosetta retracted her sight, turned and walked towards the burning brazier hall at the center of the Secret Hall. The people in the hall had already been evacuated, even Palin Winterhold. Now only Rosetta is left in this huge space. Augustus alone, and only himself, can do what he wants to do here.

He stood still in front of the brazier, then seemed to think a little bit, then looked back at the direction of Cecil Empire.

"It's so far away... I'm afraid that it won't even make eye contact."

The Emperor Typhon muttered to himself the only joke he had made in more than ten years, and then waved his hand to catch in nothingness.

An illusory, hollow eye suddenly appeared behind him with a starlight background, and in his hand, he caught a dimly distorted, shadow-like figure.

That was the projection of Malm Dunnett's avatar.

After grabbing this avatar, Rosetta didn't even look at it, and threw it into the brazier in front of him. Then he grabbed the second "Malm Dunit" from the side and was caught by him. He came out and was thrown into the brazier by him again.

Then, the third...the fourth...

It is like adding firewood in a brazier.