Chapter 618 Iron Throne

The holographic image projected by the magic net terminal shone brightly, sketching a wonderful atmosphere mixed with fantasy and technology in the room after dusk. Gawain sat in front of the communicator and listened carefully to Carmel's experiments from the back. report from the room.

"...Pitman has confirmed that the high-level cluster giants are transformed from priests of the Society for the End of All Things - it does not rule out that there will be 'commanders' transformed from other superhuman beings in the future, but from the current stage See, the fanatical believers in the end of all things are the core upper layers of the cluster army...

"The cluster giants transformed from ordinary people have smaller size and lower strength. Their thinking ability, or the only remaining reason, needs to be maintained by the upper-level individual. The upper-level cluster and the lower-level cluster are one A wonderful dependency relationship, the lower-level cluster giants can think, but their own thinking is not complete...

"Pitman and I both speculate that this unique connection between the gigantic giants suggests that they possess a certain degree of 'telepathy', through which commander-level gigantic giants may be able to control nearby units, or perceive To the state of the distant crystal cluster army, but this induction will not be very clear, and it will decay sharply with distance-this is the conclusion after several isolation control experiments.

"After losing the commander, the lower-level cluster giants will quickly weaken and lose their senses, and degenerate into monsters that rely on instinct to act completely. It takes about an hour to completely weaken-sanity is suspended from the beginning..."

Gawain listened to Carmel's report without a word, his brows furrowed and stretched occasionally.

Thanks to the researchers in the rear, the soldiers fighting on the front do not have to face unknown enemies. As more and more infected samples are sent to the rear, as Carmel opens up his memories from the Gondor era, "God The characteristics of "infected people" have finally been unveiled in front of the world.

Next to Gawain, the Philip Knight on the sidelines showed a thoughtful expression on his face: "A certain degree of telepathy ability... No wonder they were able to organize a large-scale pursuit of Solderin in a short period of time, and in Without regular scouts and heralds, it still maintains such a high level of organizational power..."

Gawain looked at the knight who was still young but had become a mature general: "What do you think?"

"The telepathy ability of the cluster is a tricky advantage for us, which means that their information flow speed on a small-scale battlefield is no worse than ours, or even faster," Philip thought seriously, "but obviously Their telepathy abilities are also very limited, and the command system established by them is relatively chaotic and vague, not impossible to deal with. Moreover, I think the huge loopholes in their organizational structure are the key point rather than the advantages brought by telepathy. "

Gawain nodded slightly: "As long as the command node is destroyed,

They collapse quickly - irrational monsters are much easier to deal with than organized soldiers. "

"I will work with the adjutants, staff and think tanks to develop a feasible tactic," Philip said with a serious face. "If it works, our advance will definitely accelerate further."

Gawain couldn't help feeling a little emotional: Without Byron gags, Philip's mental efficiency when thinking about tactics has obviously skyrocketed. I'm afraid it's not that he saved the thread of praise to formulate tactics...

Then Kamel continued to report on the research results: "In addition, we observed and compared the magical response and erosion degree of the carriers and mutants of the gods, for the 'ceremonial power' that caused them to mutate from the carrier state to the mutant state. Preliminary conclusion - related to divine interference."

Gawain took a light breath: "It really is the power of the gods..."

"I found activated gods and evil factors in the infected people who have completely mutated into cluster giants - although they cannot be completely separated due to equipment limitations, I can judge that they have been activated by incentives. Just like the ancient Gondor Empire The first generation of gods was created by extracting flesh, flesh and power from Julu Amoen, and all things must have their own 'energy source' in order to reactivate those gods that had become recessive genetic factors. So far, although no direct evidence has been found yet, we can theoretically conclude that the Divine Society has already mastered some kind of divine power, or a substitute for the power of the gods..."

The expression on Gawain's face was calm, and there was no surprise at all.

Long before this disaster broke out, he had realized that the death of all things would be brewing some kind of amazing plot in the dark curtain, and vaguely guessed that it was related to "gods" - after all, the three major dark sects were all at the beginning of their fall. Obviously they are inextricably linked with the realm of the gods, and it is not surprising that their ultimate goal is to point to the gods.

After that, in the conversation with Tyre, the information leaked by the sea-monster who had rich experience in eating and cooking in the God-devouring field made Gawain clear his guess. For this reason, he even asked in advance. Tyr made some preparations to deal with the possible existence of a terrible dark story involving the gods.

At this moment, Kamel's research finally gave some evidence from the empirical direction: all things die eventually, and "God" was drawn into this battlefield.

This put a lot of pressure on Gawain, but he did not despair because of it.

The power of gods is terrifying to mortals. If an angry true god descends, then perhaps Cecil is really powerless to resist, but will the death of all things bring a true god down to help fight? Obviously, it is impossible. At most, they have found the flesh and blood remains similar to the giant deer Amoen and activated part of its activity, or used artificial forbidden techniques to create some kind of powerful and partially divine monsters, no matter what. What kind of possibility, since it was created by those cultists using human spells, it is certainly not indestructible.

Something that a cultist can control... at least have a blood bar, right?

Even if the end of all things will create a living "artificial god" that cannot be destroyed by Cecil's artillery, and Tyre and the sirens behind her can help, those deep-sea salted fish may not be able to deal with one. True God (although they usually eat Lord of Storms sashimi all day long, but they eat corpses that will not resist after all), but as the daddy of the fallen empire who masters super-era technology, they deal with a "smell" fake Always okay.

In addition, Gawain had also been in contact with the battle report of the "God Killing Fleet", and he was an atheist in his previous life. When facing problems in the realm of the gods, he may be nervous or cautious, but he will always keep a margin— —Although at this stage this slack may just be mere self-confidence.

But that's at least confidence.

What Gawain was curious about was what Philip would think after knowing the forbidden powers that the Doomsday might possess.

"I have no idea," the young knight said solemnly after hearing Gawain's inquiry, "It is the duty of the knight to obey the orders of the monarch, and it is also the duty of the knight to protect the territory and the people. Under this premise, I only Care about where the enemy is, not who the enemy is."

Gawain was a little surprised by this answer, he looked at Philip up and down, and felt that the young man was a little unreal: "Even if the opposite might be a god—or an evil god, or something else beyond human comprehension. ?"

"It's the same," Philip nodded. "It's the same for anyone charging, the only difference is whether you can come back."

Gao Wen laughed dumbly, and shook his head after two seconds: "I thought you would at least feel a little scared."

Hearing Gawain's words, Philip's face was a little strange, then he lowered his head and thought for a while, showing a little embarrassment: "Actually, I'm a little scared..."

"Oh?"

"So I'm going to be on a battlefield like that, and I'll pull the mask off to prevent people from seeing my lips shaking, and I'll tie the weapon to my hand so it doesn't come off, but I shouldn't have to write a suicide note - I haven't My wife and children, and no other relatives, the property under my name can be returned directly to the principality..."

The answer came true in an instant.

Seeing the serious look on the young knight's face, Gawain suddenly couldn't help but want to press his forehead with his hand: "I seem to understand why Byron is so keen to argue with you..."

Philip reacted for a while, but didn't respond: "...Ah?"

"All in all, you don't need to think about issues such as being generous to death in advance. We are fighting a war, not to die, and no one is to die," Gawain patted Philip on the shoulder, "To arrange for you Let's have a tactical meeting, we must enter the Red Maple area as soon as possible - if we can get through this passage as soon as possible, there may be hope for the last remnants of the Royal Army."

Philip left the barracks, and after a final report on some laboratory operations, Carmel also left the communication channel.

Gawain was sitting at the table, and in the process of sorting out his thoughts, his eyes swept over a text message from the back that was placed on the table and sent by Amber:

"The situation in the Eastern Territory has deteriorated, and the Iron Throne has set off - Hetty."

"It's okay if your situation deteriorates..." Gawain breathed softly, "Save me a lot of trouble."

...

Since the mutation occurred, the entire Eastern Frontier Corps was swallowed up in a thick fog, the communication in the entire area west of Solimburg was cut off, and there was no news of the Duke of Eastern Frontier and Prince Edmund, and the order of the entire Eastern Frontier quickly slipped to chaos. the abyss of order.

Rumors spread, and no one was controlled. The local nobles who stayed in the Eastern Territory smelled a terrible breath, but no one had the ability to grasp the entire situation or restrain the order of the Eastern Territory. First out of control, followed by the noble lords at the higher level, the chaos spread from west to east, and the eastern region, which was originally monolithic under the joint restraint of Prince Edmund and Duke Laurent, showed signs of fragmentation—and What made the situation even worse was the terrible news coming from the border region in the west and the Plain of Holy Spirit.

An army of monsters stood up on the wreckage of the Eastern Legion and was wandering in the Holy Spirit Plain.

Those monsters don't seem to have focused their attention on the east. Their target should be Saint Sunil, which is farther north, but the existence of the monster army itself has overwhelmed the last restraining force that allowed the eastern nobles to maintain the basic order— —

The nobles on the ground quickly made the most normal response in the context of this era: summoning vassals and generals, blocking the borders of the territory, returning to a state of separatism overnight, and then in the tense confrontation, in the vigilance of monsters, in the In the mutual vigilance, the situation in the entire region was instantly tense into a pot of fire oil.

In such a situation, the White Sand 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 Gelan area responded to this information and headed to the eastern border.

The road full of magic power stretches on the ground, and the continuous magic shield covers the entire track. With the low sound of the steel wheels and the magic mechanism, a huge train is solemnly driving into the Baisha mining area.

In the already dyed orange sunset, its body covered with solid steel armor shone with cold light, the large train rail guns and densely arranged gun turrets shone in the sunset, and its carriage was full of heavily armed soldiers. And the white knight with heavy armor, its carrier chassis is fixed with neatly arranged chariots and towed howitzers - it is like a fully armed steel castle, even a walking fortress wall, heavy and majestic.

Holm, the general manager of the White Sands Mining Company, stood on the tower next to the station, quietly watching the miracle of the magic industry, the treasure of engineering, the symbol of Cecil's 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 in command of the Iron Throne, wearing black magical energy armor, with deep eyes and a vicissitudes of life.

"Nice to meet you, Sir Maryland."

"Please don't call me Sir," the middle-aged knight smiled, and calmly reached out to hold Holm's hand, "That is the canonization of the Moen royal family, and it is already in the past tense."