Chapter 655 Trap

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Sword of Dawn Chapter 655 Trap

This will be the most challenging and risky operation since Cecil's army.

But until the operation is successful, and until the secret behind it can be made public, the vast majority of those involved in the operation will not know the truth about it.

Mortals will try to hunt down a god - although it is only a false god created by man, and although the most critical link is completed by a powerful ally, the nature of this operation is still shocking. In this religion, beliefs are everywhere. In a very common world, ordinary people would never dare to imagine this aspect. Even the powerful and highly organized Cecil Corps, if they face these truths before the action begins, it is inevitable that the military will be shaken, A situation in which combat effectiveness has decreased.

Most soldiers will only know the orders issued by their superiors, and even a large number of middle and low-level commanders will only know the content of the links they are responsible for. Only the top commander of the army and the most senior officer of the Government Affairs Office will really know what they are facing. Senior officials, and the people who made all the plans.

Maryland, commander of the Iron Throne, stood in the tactical section of the armored train. Through the shielded windows, he saw the soldiers busy on the armed platform and the defense line, the vehicles transporting ammunition, and the moving Chariots at every point of the line of defense, and in the background of all this, the sky hangs gloomily around the earth, and the scorched city walls and towers in the distance stand silently on the plain, everything seems low and depressing, as if foreshadowing a future. A storm is coming.

An adjutant in a black officer's uniform entered the tactical section, saluted the Maryland Knights, and said loudly, "General, all departments have been mobilized, the inspection of the railway line is completed, and the crews are in normal condition!"

Maryland woke up from her thoughts and nodded, "Very well—where is that monster now?"

"The target is still wandering in the southwest direction, but it is gradually approaching the defense line in general," the adjutant replied immediately. "It is currently about fifteen kilometers away."

"Has the 'Brave' commando entered the predetermined position?"

"The commando has arrived and is cruising around the target waiting for orders."

"Stay on standby..." Maryland took a light breath, and then slowly exhaled, "The order is coming soon."

"Yes, General!!" The adjutant replied neatly and turned back to the communication station. Maryland looked back from the window and looked back at the holographic image projected over another magic net terminal.

Holy and strange,

The majestic and terrifying giant deer is wandering restlessly on the plain. Compared with when it just appeared, it has clearly awakened further. Some kind of power that is incomprehensible to human beings and beyond the common sense of "magic" is shrouded around it. Wherever it passes, changes have taken place within a radius of several hundred meters. Half of the land is scorched and hot, and there is no life. Half of the land is filled with endless flowers and vines, full of vitality, as if life and death. The principle of nature has been manifested in some way, and it naturally manifested around this monster.

However, this is not a monster, this is a god, the god of nature who has sacrificed countless human beings and resurrected by taboo means.

Whenever he thinks of this truth, Maryland will feel his heart beating faster. In the past few decades of his life, he could never imagine that he would be involved in such a thing in his lifetime, but as priests often As it is said - fate is impermanent...

But to be ironic, if even gods can be created by man, and even gods can be killed, then do the words of the "priests" still make sense?

Maryland restrained her thoughts, allowing her fast heartbeat to gradually calm down.

He is a knight, an aristocrat. Although Cecil's aristocratic system has been turned upside down, and although the knights of the new era are very different from the old ones, he still will not break the oath he made when he first took the knight's sword.

Now that your allegiance has been decided, let's be faithful to the end.

...

The meandering Whitewater River flows from west to east, over Cecil, over Gren, and flows all the way to the land of the East, where the river of life in this southern region suddenly slows down and splits There are several branches, which turn into trickles between the fertile fields and the hills, and before the first fork of the river, the white sand hills lie quietly on the river bank as in the past thousands of years, with their backs against the eastern border. The plain, looking at the mountains in the south.

The mine workers and technicians have been evacuated, and only the security forces of the White Sands Mining Company - including a combat battalion, two tank platoons, and artillery units fixed on the heights of the mine - remain here to maintain order. To prevent the unknown eastern nobles from accidentally destroying this well-prepared stage, and soon after, this security force will also withdraw to minimize the loss of personnel as much as possible.

On a highland near the river in the mining area, Holm looked at the White Water River with waves not far away, and the straight magic energy track that pierced through the groves on the north side of the river bank, with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm afraid this mine can't be saved, right?" The head of the mine, who was a serf, said to the interracial woman beside him, "Such a large-scale operation... There was no such big movement when the Rock Fortress was attacked."

"The facilities of the mines definitely need to be rebuilt, but no matter how tragic a war is, it will seldom destroy nature itself." Tyr shook the tip of her raised tail lightly, and she glanced at the young man in front of her - the man in charge of He was not a military leader, nor was he a high-ranking official of the Government Affairs Office, so he did not know all the secrets of the operation. He only knew that the Cecil Corps was going to try to ambush a powerful monster with the "alien ally", so Tyre Didn't tell him too much.

But what she said was not consolation, but the experience that the Krakens had summed up in their long history.

The war of mortals can often only destroy mortals themselves, but it is difficult to shake nature itself, even if they are hunting an artificial god this time, this fact will not change.

In the final analysis, the Kraken has never regarded the "gods" enshrined by humans as gods.

"You can evacuate with the security forces in an hour," Tyr looked up at the sky and saw that the clouds were gathering, and the brilliance of the giant sun was gradually being blocked, "I'm getting ready."

As she spoke, she stretched out her coiled tail. The coquettish and eerie tail of the snake moved like some kind of magic vine, and a little magical brilliance gradually appeared on the surface. Holm subconsciously looked at the "alien woman". He glanced at the human body. Even though he knew that he was an ally of the South, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward. He asked curiously, "I have heard some legends about sea monsters... A bard said it. , he said that before the sea was blocked, in the era when human ships could sail to the far sea, sailors occasionally encountered sea monsters, and you often sang magic songs on the sea to lure ships into traps... This is true Is it?"

"We do sing at sea, but we won't lure human ships into any traps," Till said amusedly, "In those days, there were occasional humans who strayed into dangerous waters, and we would secretly help them... The Kraken does not want the sea to devour any life that does not belong to the sea, and the water quality will deteriorate."

Having acquired some useless exotic knowledge, Holm, who likes to pursue new things, left contentedly. He was going to pack some personal belongings and evacuated with the security force. Tyre stayed on the high ground by the river bank. Just at the right time, she climbed up a magic crystal tower on the high ground.

The snake's tail is winding around the crystal of this magic device, and the magic power and the magic power establish a secret connection. The rune on Tyre's body is shimmering. She opened her hands and began to hum an ancient song that cannot be understood by humans. Deep Sea Song.

Although there are some problems with her style and it doesn't look very reliable, Tyre is actually a relatively conservative faction among the sirens. She loves the oldest and most orthodox siren songs, and is good at weaving magic power in these ancient sirens. Instead of always delving into some strange magic ballads like other new generation sirens.

The magic field stirred up, jumping and passing between the crystal towers and the sentry towers. The invisible magic power was multiplied by the deep ripples of time and space, and the song containing information was sent into the field of elements. Tyr chanted softly, feeling the magic power and the harmony. The orderly rhythm of the elements sighs in my heart with satisfaction and comfort:

Those Death Metal Tidecallers... are always evil.

...

Holy Spirit Plain, "Brave" commando, Hunter rides in his chariot, looking at the indescribable monster in the distance through the periscope, the faint blue light of the mental protection system reflects on the gunner's cheek, quiet and peaceful .

He was a civilian from old Cecil, and was one of the more than 800 refugees at the beginning of the reconstruction of Cecil Land.

Before putting on a military uniform, he was a hunter.

He remembered the forest next to Old Cecil that once allowed him to support his family, the fire that burned in the town and the cries of the neighbors when the aberrations invaded the territory, the soldiers who covered his retreat. How he fell, I also remember the cheers of the survivors when the new camp was established, when he went into the mountains with the hunting party and brought back the first batch of meat.

As a commoner born in the country, he feels that he has experienced things in his life that many people will never experience, and these things may even be as thick as a book if they could be written down.

The teacher at the night school once said that most of the commoners in this era can't write down their whole life experiences on a blank sheet of paper, and the commoners of Cecil are lucky, they can write down much more than the commoners elsewhere. .

Hunter didn't know if he was lucky enough to have experienced so much, but he still remembered the feeling of a lifetime when Duke Gawain Cecil presented himself with the Medal of Honor after the new camp had resisted the aberration attack for the first time. Happier than ever.

This kind of happiness motivated him, let him sign up for the third expansion of the legion, let him learn new techniques, let him come to this scorched plain and become a member of the "brave".

The gleam of the mental protection system calmed the hunter's heart, and in a wonderfully relaxed atmosphere, he again brought his eyes close to the periscope, gazing at the distant target.

In fact, life has not changed, and what he has to do is still the same as before.

The hunter is here, the prey is there, and there is patient and cautious waiting between the two.

Although the prey was a bit bigger, the hunter was no longer holding a bow and arrow.

Hunter had his hand on the railgun's firing mechanism, and he had to fire it very carefully and accurately, as there was only one round in the car.

The rest of the surrounding vehicles also had only one shell.

In fact, not only did they only carry one shell, but even the crew was reduced to only two people, a gunner and observer, and a driver and commander. This is the limit to make the "Warhammer-i" tank work. Personnel - it's all about reducing weight as much as possible and increasing the speed and handling of the vehicle to improve the chances of survival after firing.

After all, for that monster, ordinary tank guns didn't have much effect except for the irritating effect.

At this moment, the car communication station issued a striking flash, and the order from the superior was issued.

"start to act!"

...

In the depths of the distant endless sea, on the land named "Io Continent" by the sea monsters, the huge elemental warp tower has been activated, and the surging energy drives this advanced and sophisticated machine, making it layer by layer. The shimmering light from the stacked shell-like structures makes dreamy ripples in the spherical installation at the top of the tower, and above the tower, the amazing energy has gathered into a fuzzy vortex, stirring the clouds and rotating.

On the square below the tower, thousands of sirens gathered, neatly and solemnly, ready.

Even the lively Kraken has moments of seriousness.

On the high platform next to the square, Queen Petia of the Kraken stood in front with a trident scepter, and a deep sea maid came to her side and bowed her head respectfully: "Your Majesty, the coordinates have been sent from Tyre, and the identification password: Rising tide. ,feast."

The Siren Queen nodded lightly: "Open the crack generator."

Under the control of the deep-water technicians, the jumping tower made a strange sound like an ocean wave, and the illusory vortex above the tower instantly expanded and solidified. With the terrifying energy fluctuations, the vortex unfolded into an inverted funnel. It was also instantly enveloped by a layer of light curtain, completely isolated from the outside world.

Among the sirens on the square, General Vanessa raised the trident in her hand and gave an order:

"Attention to all - Evaporation!!"