Chapter 1022 — The Rising Wind
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
That the entire defense line had not yet collapsed could only be credited to three things: on one hand, the officers and men had summoned their utmost courage under circumstances that allowed no retreat; on the other, the old Duke Pei Yi Wendell, commanding the whole front from the first line, was forcibly sustaining the most basic morale and order through the power of the National Guard Knights; and finally... because the line was simply so vast, and the units struck from the roster by the god's wrath perished so swiftly, that the small detachments scattered in every corner of the line could not directly perceive what deaths and wounds this long front was enduring at every second.
Only those who could grasp the whole battlefield knew what mortals were facing on this field.
"So this is the Calamity of the Gods..." the Count of Winterhold could not help murmuring to himself. "For the past thousand years and more, what exactly have we been worshipping..."
He glanced instinctively at the magical projection nearby, just in time to see that ruthless, cold giant let out a roar that tore at the sky. Deep within the hollow helmet, in those two balls of firelight devoid of any humanity, there seemed to hold all the most extreme madness in the mortal world.
It had nothing sacred left about it; it had become a pure natural disaster, a monster, slaughtering every living thing on this land by instinct — or rather... manufacturing a war in which everyone must die.
Just then, a sudden flare at the edge of the magical projection caught the Count of Winterhold's attention. The next moment he saw enormous bursts of firelight explode across the body of that iron-gray giant — and mere seconds later, beams and shells like a torrential downpour came crashing down, blanketing the whole region where the giant stood.
The Count of Winterhold was stunned for two seconds before he realized that this was a sight produced by the Cecilians.
The Cecilians had already crossed the standoff and exchange-of-fire zone and entered the territory controlled by the Typhonian Empire — yet every sentry post set along the edge of the original defense line had long since been destroyed by the Mad God, and no one had given any warning or report of the Cecilians' arrival.
Of course, in the present situation, no one cared about that anymore.
"Your Majesty! The Cecilians have launched an attack!" Palin Winterhold hurried to the transmission crystal, activating the spell as he spoke in a rapid, urgent tone, then immediately added a clarification. "Ah, they are not attacking us..."
"...Maintain the attack frequency of the Annihilation Force as far as possible," the voice from the other side of the crystal came as calmly as ever. "As of now, this battle has only just begun."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
In any case, the Cecilians' arrival greatly heartened the officers and soldiers along the defense line. When they saw those shells and torrents of arcane power falling from the sky onto the iron-colored giant, even the most resolute knights could not help but heave a great sigh of relief — no Typhonian had ever imagined such a situation, never imagined that they would actually be heartened by the Cecilians' appearance, still less imagined that those shells and arcane torrents raining down from the heavens could become things that set their minds at ease.
The defense line, which had just begun to waver, steadied once more. The mortals did not fall back, and the earth-shaking roar of the guns sounded again.
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