Chapter 974： Fall

In the early morning hours, there is still a long time before the sun rises. Even the hazy sky has not appeared above the hills in the east. The starry sky, which is slightly dimmer than before, covers the land in the border area, and the night is down, dark blue The sky spread from the towering walls of Winterwolf to the Cecil long wind fortress.

The knights in black helmets and black armour gathered neatly under the night, the swords were sheathed, the flags were converged, and the war horses trained and controlled by potions and tranquilizing spells stood as quietly as the knights, without emitting a little bit. The sound of cold wind blew across the earth, and the plain seemed silent and solemn as it gathered thousands of sculptures made of steel.

A tall figure riding a warhorse made a half circle from the rear of the team and back to the forefront of the knighthood. His black steel armor looked deeper and thicker under the starlight, and from the face armor that covered the entire face A low, majestic voice came

Unfortunately, it is not human language.

It was a kind of vague, grotesque sound like countless people overlapping and muttering, which sounded creepy, but with a solemn rhythm like prayer.

The commander of the black armor raised his arm high in front of the knights. His vague and terrible voice seemed to inspire the entire team. The knights raised their arms similarly, but no one yelled that they used this with a strict chance. This way he expressed his fighting intention to the commander, and the commander was obviously quite satisfied with it.

He nodded, turned his horse's head, and waved his long sword toward the dark and deep plain in the distance. The knights began to march in rows one by one. The whole team was like a wheat wave suddenly surging, and began to cascade toward each other. The distance accelerated, and during the march, the flag bearers at the front, middle and rear sides of the team suddenly raised the flag in their hands.

The flag of the Knights of the Iron River flew high on the plain under the night.

...

Andersa had a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to fall into a bottomless vortex, countless shadowy, smoky black cyclones surround herself, they are boundless, blocking Andesa's sight and perception, and she is in This huge cyclone kept falling down. She would like to wake up, and under normal circumstances, this sense of falling should also make her wake up immediately, but some powerful force pulls her in the depths of the vortex, leaving her and the real world invisible from each other. She could almost feel the touch of the futon and heard the wind outside the window, but her spirit was like being trapped in a dream, and she could never return to the real world.

Andesa tried to widen her eyes in the swirling cyclone. She wanted to see what was in the shadowy mist. Then suddenly, something came out of the mist and she saw her face. Many faces, more or less familiar or strange, she saw her grandfather, the soldier she knew best, the acquaintances who were far away in the imperial capital...

Finally, she suddenly saw her father. Bud Wendell’s face emerged from the depths of the vortex, and then reached out and pushed her hard.

Anderssa awakened suddenly, gasping violently in the dark, she felt her heart thump, some kind of "sequelae" like drowning made her extremely uncomfortable, and cold sweat had already drenched her body.

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

The rapid knocking on the door and the shouting of the subordinates finally reached her ears. Was this sound just emerging? Or have you called yourself for a while?

Andes quickly got up, passed a handful of apparel on his body, and responded: "Come in!"

The door of the room was pushed open, and a subordinate appeared at the door of the room. The young adjutant stepped forward and performed a military salute. With an anxious expression on his face, he quickly said: "General, there are circumstances, There were riots in the residential area of ​​the God of War priests, a batch of battle priests and soldiers on duty broke out, and there have been... many casualties."

"What are you talking about? Riot?" Andersa was taken aback, and immediately went to get her sword and coat to go out. Although she heard an unbelievable news, she was very aware of her credibility and ability. Judgment, such news cannot be fabricated out of thin air, "What is the situation now? Who is on the scene? Is the situation under control?"

While talking, she temporarily handed the saber to the adjutant, while walking quickly in her clothes.

"The commander of Brewer Knight has controlled the situation because it was suddenly out of control. At first, the soldiers did not respond, resulting in the death of seven people and the injury of thirty to forty people. At least fifteen of them were seriously injured. Afterwards, the patrolling knights and fighting The mage rushed quickly to block and separate the seemingly unconscious priests," the young adjutant said quickly as he followed. "The other areas have strengthened patrols and surveillance, and there is no confusion for the time being. sign."

Looks unconscious...

Andersa's heart sank, and his pace suddenly accelerated again.

Just near the camp area where some of the priests were placed in the Winter Wolf Castle, a pungent **** smell greeted us.

The knights have controlled the entire scene. A large number of heavily armed soldiers are observing all the entrances and exits of the area. The combat mage uses the detection spell to scan all the magic fluctuations in the camp area all the time, and is ready to respond to the out-of-control and resistance of the extraordinary. The patrolling knight with a nervous look noticed the arrival of Andersa, and immediately stopped to salute.

Andersa waved his hand, directly over the wall and into the camp.

The wounded have been transferred, the corpse is still falling to the ground, the splattered blood has cooled down on this cold winter night, and the waste energy remaining after the intensive release of spells and divine magic is still accumulating nearby, in the magic vision of Andesa Presented a foggy state. She frowned and looked at the remains of soldiers wearing imperial armor. They were all killed by scorching magical plastic blades or divine arts. The blood shed was not much. The **** gas here came more from the swords. Priest killed.

The bodies of those priests fell around, and the soldiers killed by them fell together.

Andesa suppressed the intense emotions in her heart. She came to the body of one of the gods of war and squatted down without any care, and reached out to turn the remains.

The corpse of the priest turned over, and his empty eyes were fixed on Andesa, or on the dark sky. There seemed to be some confusion and fanaticism left in those eyes, which looked particularly uncomfortable.

But Andesa's attention quickly turned away from those eyes. She looked at the priest's wound.

A fatal wound that chopped through the chest from near the neck, enchanted the blade and cut the weaker cloth and cotton robes. Below is the torn flesh and blood no longer flowing, and you can see a lot on both sides of the wound... …weird stuff.

It was a granulation that grew out of blood and flesh, and it looked strange and disturbing. Andesa can be sure that this kind of thing should never grow in human wounds, and as for their role... these granulations seem to be trying to The wound healed, but the complete severance of the body's vitality made this attempt fail. Now all the granulations have shrunk down and fit together with flesh and blood, which is particularly disgusting.

A **** knight on the armor approached Andesa.

"Brewer," Andersa didn't look up, she already felt familiar with the breath, "Have you noticed these wounds?"

"Yes, General," replied the cavalry officer Shen Sheng. "I have checked it before. It is not the effect of a healing spell or alchemical potion, nor is it the normal God of War. But one thing is certain, these... … Unusual things give the clergy here more vitality. We have a lot of soldiers who have suffered so much. No one can imagine that the enemies that have been cut down will fight back like no one else. Many soldiers will be caught off guard. He was seriously injured or even lost his life."

Andes nodded slightly, and the Cavaliers' statement confirmed her speculation and explained why the chaos caused such heavy casualties.

The God of War priests placed here are all disarmed. Without the increase in weaponry or weapons, the bare-handed priests, even the God of War priests, should not cause so much damage to the fully armed and collectively-operated regular army. Even the sneak attack is the same.

After all, the soldiers of the Empire have a wealth of extraordinary combat experience. Even if they don’t mention the extremely high proportion of mass-produced knights and mass-produced mages in the army, even if they are ordinary soldiers, they are equipped with enchanting equipment and have been targeted for training. of.

But... if they are faced with fallen priests who have transformed from humans to monsters, then it is hard to say.

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

"Where are the other Ares priests?" she asked, standing up.

"Both have been brought under control, placed in two nearby camps, and sent three times more guards," Cavalier Brewer replied immediately. "Most people are very nervous, and a few are emotional, but at least they don't... Mutations."

There was an irritability in Andersa's heart: "...we can only keep them in this way."

"Yeah, we can only close them like this," the knight's face was also not very good. "This chaos is obviously caused by some kind of "madness". We can't do it with ordinary sorcerers but I am worried that the soldiers will not I must think so."

Anders frowned, what she was about to tell, but soon noticed other details from the corpse of the priest.

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

"Symbol of War..." The knight on the side exclaimed in a low voice, "I didn't notice this just now!"

Andersa didn't open her mouth, but she teared the sleeve of the priest seriously. Under the bright magic crystal lamp nearby, she saw the same thing painted with red paint on the inside of the other arm. Triangle emblem.

"Wearing an iron war symbol, the God of War emblem is drawn on the inside of the arm..." The knight whispered subconsciously, "representing that holding the blade of the god's hand is a sign of entering a state of war!"

"These priests are not crazy, at least they are not crazy. They did these things according to the doctrine. This is not a riot..." Andesa said in a deep voice. "This is an sacrifice to the God of War to show his loyalty. The camp has entered a state of war."

"State of war!?" Her adjutant approached, with a look of consternation on her face, "War from there!? Are these people going to rebel against the empire?"

"The War of Abandoned Oath must not wear a seal, this is not a rebellion..."

Andersa's words were only half said.

She quickly recalled the various news that had been sent back from the country in the recent period. She quickly sorted out the abnormal situation of the Ares Church and the situation in the border area in the recent period. The information she knows is actually very little, but some kind of wolf intuition has been Started to sound the alarm in her mind.

She suddenly came up with a terrible, terrible guess.

There is a problem with the God of War church, and the gods of these priests are out of order. For this reason, believers who are in a state of anxiety and fanaticity want to do the most at this time... It should be to please their own gods.

But how can these disarmed priests named Protective Observation, who are actually housed in camps, please their gods?

They are hard to do...but they are not the only believers in the God of War!

Anderson suddenly raised her head, but almost at the same time, the afterglow of her eyes had seen a mage in the distance flying in the night sky.

This seems to be specifically to confirm her bad guess.

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

The messenger mage landed in front of her.

"General!" The mage panted, panic-stricken, "The Tiehe Knights were dispatched without a command, and their camp was empty. The last witness saw them build up on the plain away from the fort, and move towards the long wind defense line Has gone!"

come down.

Andersa felt that she was falling towards a vortex.

...

The Changfeng Fortress Group, with the Changfeng Fortress as the center, is a composite defense line composed of a series of bunkers, outposts, railway nodes and armies.

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

On the eve of dawn, the stars in the sky appeared to be more dim and blurred, and the hazy light was emerging over the far eastern hills, indicating that this cold night was about to reach the end.

The Knights who went out at night had reached the end of the "Chamanda Junction", which is the edge of the Cecil defense zone.

Under the dark mantle, a pair of dark red eyes are looking at the dark horizon in the distance and the direction of the long wind defense line.

Behind this commander, the huge knights have formed a formation, and the surging magic is filled in the entire resonance field.

After a few minutes, the magic resonance peaked.

The commander raised the sword in his hand, and at the moment the sword was swayed, the entire Knights had begun to accelerate slowly according to the wave, as a heavy and slow at first, but then rushed towards the distant horizon like a huge wave.

Gods need everything to get back on track.

The war between blood and fire is on track.

The servant of the Lord does not care who will win, whether he will be wiped out by the whole army, or even the meaning of this war.

At this moment, war itself is meaning.

Containing a terrifying energy response, a highly compressed, constrained plasma "heat cone" began to take shape over the Knights.