Sword of Dawn

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"It still cannot be determined whether the problem is truly unsolvable."

The bright white text on the interface stopped refreshing, and then gradually dimmed with the flickering of the cursor. The thinking of the machine seemed to be over, and the normal data returned to the center of the interface.

However, after only a moment, a new thread was suddenly started, and on the surface of another nearby column, there were another continuous text refreshed quickly——

"Based on answer No. 177, a new question is derived:

"Do omegas have 'life'?

"Try to define 'life'...try to expand the definition...try to expand the definition again...

"Conclusion: If a dragon whose body is 90% machine is a 'life', then Omega can also be a 'life'.

"Omega, it could be 'life'."

The machines were running silently.

A batch of biomass waste from Xtreme Arena, which should have been sent to the biochemical treatment center for recycling or discarded, was intercepted, put into new containers, and sent to a transport train, heading for an automatic factory deep in the earth .

A batch of metal scraps that are not in the processing catalog are thrown into the furnace deep in the earth, ready to be made into new raw materials.

A production sequence was secretly started, and the machines were busy working.

Today's Tarrond is still calm.

……

Winter is here, and it seems to be colder than usual.

The cold wind swayed the banner on the head of Winter Wolf Castle, and the sturdy textile made a sound of curling and flapping in the wind. A group of soldiers in black armor walked in line on the open ground under the city wall, and their uniform military boots slammed on the ground. This cold morning.

Andersa stood on the towering city wall of Winter Wolf Castle, watching the soldiers of the Knights perform their duties, her tense face stretched a little.

"The Knights of the Iron River have filled the vacancy left by the priests of the God of War after they withdrew. This is indeed very useful for the current Winter Wolf Castle," the young wolf general turned his head and looked at the tall black man standing beside him. Send a middle-aged man, "I thank you for that, Lord Moglock."

"It is the duty of a knight to obey orders," said Earl Moglock, the leader of the Knights of the Iron River, with a solemn expression. The castle is busy."

As he spoke, this experienced noble officer who commanded one of the most powerful legions of extraordinary people in the empire couldn't help but glanced at the sentry towers and walls in the distance, with a worried look on his face: "I heard that last night A priest who was on vacation died strangely, and two other priests who lived nearby went crazy in their sleep... Is this true?"

"It seems that it has reached your ears," Andersa couldn't help sighing, "The situation is indeed the same as what you said, no... maybe it's even more shocking. The priest who died strangely was almost in front of you. The face of a guard turned into a monster and self-destructed—the battle mage who was in charge of patrolling the priest's rest area heard the movement, and when he went to check, he saw the priest's distorted flesh, which was digested and dissolved by blood and some kind of smoke In one scene, I was almost scared to death. As for the two crazy deacons—theology and spiritual conjuration experts preliminarily suspected after analysis that they were "polluted" because they heard the weird roar of the mutant priest before he died. Then there was a mutation."

Earl Moglock's face darkened.

"... appalling." He said in a deep voice.

"If you don't see it with your own eyes, ordinary people can't imagine what a strange and terrifying scene it is," Andersa nodded. "The information from the imperial capital is accurate, and some kind of 'pollution' based on beliefs is affecting God of War. This is a kind of plague on the soul level, although I don't want to say such rebellious words-but obviously, the gods they believe in cannot protect them from this plague."

Moglock's face twitched, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There are even sayings that the gods themselves are the source of the plague..."

Andersa was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but look at the commander of the knights beside her: "Earl Moglock, as far as I know...you are also a believer in the God of War, so the current situation is very difficult for you. It must have been difficult."

"Please rest assured, before that, I was a soldier of the empire first," Earl Moglock said with a serious expression, "Indeed, it is inevitable for soldiers to be influenced by the belief in God of War, more than two-thirds of our soldiers are Believers of God of War, this includes shallow believers and devout believers, half of the knights have accepted the baptism of the Church of God of War, but we are still standing here firmly - indeed, as you said, it is not easy, but I think we are loyal Our knights and soldiers did not come to this cold frontier, far from home, for ease."

"This is admirable." Andersa said seriously.

Another gust of cold wind blew, curling up her gray hair at the temples.

The young General Wolf took out his mechanical watch, glanced at the time, and said to Earl Moglock: "Let me take my leave first—it's time for me to preside over this morning's meeting."

Earl Moglock nodded with a smile: "Please go ahead, General Andersa."

Andersa Wendell left the city wall with bold and powerful steps. Only Moglock stood quietly on the high wall in the cold wind.

The earl turned his head and glanced at the direction Andersa left, and saw that the young wolf general had rounded a corner and disappeared at the end of the stairs leading to the castle area. He smiled and turned his head to look around the other direction.

Malm Dunit was standing beside him with a gentle, benevolent smile on his face.

Chapter 0974 Falling

In the early morning, there is still a long time before the sun rises, and even the hazy sky has not yet appeared over the hills in the east. The starry sky, which is slightly dimmer than usual, covers the land in the border area, and the night is low, dark blue The sky stretched from the towering walls of Winterwolf to the Cecilians' Longwind Keep.

The knights in black helmets and black armor gathered neatly under the night, their swords sheathed, their flags retracted, and the trained warhorses, which were dually controlled by potions and calming spells, stood quietly as if they were integrated with the knights, without sending out a sound. The sound—the cold wind blows across the earth, and there seem to be thousands of sculptures made of steel poured on the plain, silent and solemn.

A tall figure riding a horse circled half a circle from the back of the team and returned to the front of the knight order. His black steel armor looked deeper and thicker under the starlight, and from the visor that covered the entire face A deep and dignified voice came——

Unfortunately, not human language.

It was a vague, eerie sound as if countless people were overlapping and grunting at the same time. It sounded creepy, but it also had a solemn rhythm like a prayer.

The commander of the black armor raised his arms high in front of the knights. His vague and terrifying voice seemed to inspire the whole team. In this way, he expressed his fighting spirit to the commander, and the commander was obviously quite satisfied with it.

He nodded, turned the horse's head, and swung the long sword in his hand towards the dark and deep plain in the distance. The knights began to march one by one. The whole team was like a sudden surge of wheat waves. The distance was accelerating, and during the march, the flag bearers in the front, middle, and sides of the team suddenly raised the flags in their hands——

The banner of the Knights of the Iron River fluttered high on the plain under the night.

……

Andersa had a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to fall into a bottomless vortex, surrounded by countless shadowy black cyclones like smoke and mist, they were boundless, blocking Andersa's sight and perception, and she was in the It kept falling in this huge cyclone.She really wanted to wake up, and under normal circumstances, this feeling of falling should make her wake up immediately, but some kind of powerful force pulled her in the depths of the vortex, keeping her and the real world always separated by an invisible layer. Barrier—she could almost feel the touch of the quilt and hear the wind outside the window, but her spirit was like being trapped in a dream, and she was still unable to return to the real world.

Andersa tried to open her eyes wide in the constantly spinning cyclone, she wanted to see clearly what was in the shadowy mist, and then suddenly, things condensed in the mist——she saw faces , many familiar or unfamiliar faces, she saw her grandfather, saw the soldiers she was most familiar with, and saw acquaintances far away in the imperial capital...

Finally, she suddenly saw her father, and the face of Bud Wendell emerged from the depths of the vortex, and then he stretched out his hand and pushed her hard.

Andersa woke up suddenly, panting violently in the dark, she felt her heart pounding, some kind of "sequelae" like drowning made herself extremely uncomfortable, and cold sweat had already drenched her whole body.

"General, General! Please wake up, General!"

The hasty knock on the door and the cries of the subordinates finally reached her ears—did this sound just appear?Or have you been calling yourself for a while?

Andersa got up quickly, pulled a piece of uniform on her body, and said at the same time: "Come in!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and a trusted subordinate appeared at the door. The young adjutant stepped forward, gave a military salute, and said quickly with an anxious expression on his face: "General, there is a situation. Riots broke out in the residential area of ​​the God of War priests, and a group of battle priests and soldiers on duty broke out in conflicts, and there have been... many casualties."

"What did you say? Riot?" Andersa was taken aback, and immediately went to get her sword and the coat she wore when she went out—even though she heard an unbelievable news, she was very aware of the behavior of her trusted subordinates. Ability and judgment, this kind of news cannot be fabricated out of thin air, "What is the situation now? Who is on the scene? Is the situation under control?"

While speaking, she temporarily handed the sword to the adjutant, and at the same time put on her clothes and walked out quickly.

"Knight Commander Brewer has controlled the situation—because it was suddenly out of control, the soldiers didn't react at first, resulting in seven deaths and 40 to 15 injuries, at least [-] of whom were seriously injured. Afterwards, the patrolling knights and the battle The mage arrived quickly, blocked and separated the priests who seemed a little delirious," the young adjutant said quickly as he followed up, "patrol and surveillance have been strengthened in other areas, and there is no chaos for the time being. sign."

looking delirious...

Andersa's heart sank, and her steps quickened again.

As soon as he approached the camp used to accommodate some priests in Winter Wolf Castle, a pungent bloody smell rushed towards him.

The knights have already controlled the entire scene, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers are guarding all the entrances and exits of the area. The battle mage is constantly scanning all the magic fluctuations in the camp with detection spells, and is always ready to deal with the loss of control and resistance of the extraordinary. A nervous patrolling knight noticed Andersa's arrival, and immediately stopped and saluted.

Andersa waved her hand, directly crossed the human wall and entered the camp.

The wounded have been transferred, and the corpses are still lying on the ground. The spewed hot blood has cooled down in this cold winter night, and the waste energy left after the intensive release of spells and divine spells is still accumulating nearby. In Andesa's magical vision Showing a foggy state.She frowned and looked at the remains of soldiers wearing imperial standard armor—they were all killed by scorching magic evocation blades or divine spells, but there was not much blood flowing out, and the bloody smell here came more from those soldiers. A priest killed by a sword.

The corpses of those priests fell around, together with the soldiers they killed.

Andersa suppressed the intense emotions in her heart. She came to the corpse of one of the God of War priests, squatted down without paying attention to the blood around her, and reached out to turn over the remains.

The priest's body turned over, staring at Andersa with empty eyes, or staring at the dark sky, there seemed to be some kind of confusion and frenzy in those eyes, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

But Andersa's attention quickly left those eyes—she looked at the priest's wound.

A fatal wound cut through the entire chest from around the neck. The enchanted sword cut through the weak defense of the commoner and cotton robes, and there was torn flesh underneath—the blood no longer flowed, and the wound could be seen on both sides Lots of... weird stuff.

Those are granulation sprouts growing from flesh and blood. They look weird and disturbing. Andersa is sure that such things should never grow from human wounds. As for their function...these granulation seem to be trying to The wound healed, but the complete severance of the body's vitality made this attempt fail, and now all the granulation has shrunk and stuck together with the flesh and blood, which is particularly disgusting.

A knight with blood on his armor approached Andersa.

"Brewer," Andersa didn't look up, she already sensed the familiarity in the breath, "Have you noticed these wounds?"

"Yes, general," the knight officer replied in a deep voice, "I have checked it before, and it is not the effect of healing spells or alchemy potions, nor is it a normal God of War magic. But one thing is certain, these... …The abnormal things gave the priests here a stronger vitality, and many of our soldiers suffered a lot because of this—no one would have thought that the enemies who had been cut down would counterattack as if nothing happened, and many soldiers were caught off guard He was seriously injured and even lost his life."

Andersa nodded slightly. The statement of the knight officer confirmed her guess, and also explained why the chaos caused so many casualties.

The God of War priests placed here are all disarmed. Without the magic weapon booster or handy weapon, the priests with bare hands—even the God of War priests—should not cause serious damage to the regular army that is fully armed and acts collectively. Such a big damage, even a sneak attack is the same.

After all, the soldiers of the empire have rich and extraordinary combat experience. Even if you don’t mention the high proportion of mass-produced knights and mass-produced mages in the army, even ordinary soldiers have enchanted equipment and have undergone targeted training of.

But... If they are facing a fallen priest who has transformed from a human to a monster, then everything will be difficult to say.

Andersa's face was gloomy—even though she didn't want to do it, she had to classify those out-of-control War God priests as "fallen priests" at the moment.

"Where are the other God of War priests?" She stood up and asked in a deep voice.

"It's all under control, placed in two adjacent camps, and tripled the number of guards," Knight Commander Brewer replied immediately, "Most people are nervous, and a few people are emotional, but at least they haven't... Mutations."

Anxiety welled up in Andesa's heart: "...we can only lock them up like this."

"Yeah, we can only lock them up like this," the knight commander said with a grim expression, "This chaos is obviously caused by some kind of 'madness', we can't do anything to ordinary priests who are awake—but I'm worried Soldiers don't necessarily think that way."

Andersa frowned. She was about to order something, but soon noticed other details from the priest's body.

She bent down, touched a thin chain around the priest's neck with her fingers, and pulled out a triangular iron amulet that had been stained with blood along the chain.

"War Seal..." The knight commander beside him exclaimed in a low voice, "I didn't notice this just now!"

Andersa didn't speak, but tore open the priest's sleeve with a serious expression. Under the bright magic spar light nearby, she saw the same red paint on the inside of the other's arm for the first time. Triangular emblem.

"Wearing an iron war sigil, and drawing the God of War emblem on the inside of the arm..." the knight commander subconsciously said in a low voice, "It means holding a weapon in the name of a god—a sign of entering a state of war!"

"These priests are not crazy, at least not completely crazy. They did these things according to the teachings. This is not a riot..." Andersa said in a deep voice, "This is a sacrifice to the God of War to show their allegiance The camp has entered a state of war."

"A state of war!?" Her adjutant came from the side, with a look of astonishment on his face, "Where is the war coming!? These people are going to start a rebellion against the empire?"

"You can't wear sigils in the War of Abandoned Oath, this is not a rebellion..."

Andersa's words were only halfway through.

She quickly recalled the various news sent back from China in the recent period, and quickly sorted out the abnormal situation of the Church of God of War and the balance of the situation in the border area in the recent period-the information she knew was actually very little, but some wolfish Intuition had begun to ring alarm bells in her mind.

She suddenly had a very bad, very bad guess.

There is a problem with the Church of God of War, and something is wrong with the gods of these priests. The believers who have fallen into a state of anxiety and fanaticism because of this, what they want to do most at this time... should be to please their gods.

But how can these priests who have been disarmed and are under house arrest in the camp under the name of protective observation to please their gods?

It is difficult for them to do it... But they are not the only believers in the God of War!

Andersa suddenly raised her head, but almost at the same time, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a mage flying towards this side in the night sky in the distance.

This seemed to be designed to confirm her poor guess.

There was a feeling in Andersa's heart, a feeling that she had clearly grasped the key, but it was difficult to reverse the changes in the situation. She still remembered when she had this feeling last time - that was in Paramel Heights a rainy night.

The mage who carried the message landed in front of her.

"General!" the mage gasped, with a terrified look on his face, "the Knights of the Iron River have not been dispatched, and their camp is empty - the last witnesses saw them gathering on the plain far away from the fort, heading towards the long The direction of the wind defense line is gone!"

come down.

Andersa felt like she was falling into a whirlpool.

……

Changfeng Fortress Group, with Changfeng Fortress as the center, is a compound line of defense composed of a series of blockhouses, outposts, railway nodes and military depots.

Since its completion, it has not yet experienced the test of war.

On the eve of dawn, the stars in the sky became dimmer and blurred, and a hazy glow was emerging over the distant eastern hills, indicating that the cold night was coming to an end.

The knights who set out under the night have reached the end of "Kamanda Crossing", which is the edge of the Cecil's defense line.

Under the pitch-black visor, a pair of dark red eyes were looking at the dark horizon in the distance, looking at the direction of the Changfeng defense line.

Behind this commander, the huge knight order has formed a legion formation, and surging magic power fills the entire resonance field.

A few minutes later, the magical resonance reached its peak.

The commander raised the long sword in his hand high, and the moment the long sword was swung down, the entire knight group began to accelerate slowly according to the wave, rushing towards the distant horizon like a huge wave that was heavy and slow at first, but then swift and violent.

God needs everything back on track.

The war of blood and fire is the right track.

The Lord's servant does not care who wins, whether he is wiped out, or even what the war is all about.

At this moment, war itself is meaning.

Containing terrifying energy reactions, highly compressed confining plasma—the "heat energy cone" began to take shape over the Knights.

Chapter 0975 Non-Directional Explosion

When she heard the explosive news, all the uneasiness in Andersa's heart and the vague guesses that had arisen before instantly condensed into a rusty reality—everything was explained.

Crazy, everything is crazy, with the God of War Church as the center, all the branches connected to it are infected with madness!