This will be the most challenging and risky action since Cecil's formation.

But before the action is successful, most of the people involved in the action will not know the truth before the secret behind it can be made public.

The mortal will try to hunt a **** - although it is just a fake god, although the most critical part is done by a strong ally, the essence of this action is still shocking, in this religion, beliefs In the very common world, ordinary people will never dare to imagine in this regard. Even the powerful and highly organized Cecil Corps, if faced with these truths before the start of the operation, I am afraid that there will be inevitable turmoil. The situation of reduced combat effectiveness.

Most of the soldiers will only know the orders issued by the superiors. Even a large number of middle and low-level commanders only know the content of the links they are responsible for. They really know what they are facing, and only the highest commanders of the military and the most Senior officials, and those who make all these plans.

The commander of the Iron Throne, Maryland, stood in the tactical section of the armored train. Through the window covering the shield, he saw the soldiers who were busy at the armed platforms and the lines of defense. They saw the vehicles that transported ammunition and were driving. To the chariots at the various nodes of the line of defense, and in the background of all this, the sky hangs gloomyly around the earth, and the distantly burnt walls and towers stand silently on the plains. Everything seems to be low and depressed, as if to herald a The arrival of the storm.

An adjutant wearing a black officer uniform entered the tactical section and paid tribute to the Maryland Knights salute. He said in a loud voice: "General, the ministries have been transferred in place, the railway line inspection is completed, and the units are in normal condition!"

Maryland woke up from thinking and nodded: "Good - where is the monster now?"

“The target is still wandering in the southwest, but overall it is gradually approaching the line of defense,” the adjutant immediately replied. “The current distance is about 15 kilometers.”

"Does the 'Braves' commando enter the intended position?"

"The commando team has arrived and is waiting for the order outside the target."

"Still on standby..." Maryland took a breath and slowly spit out. "The order is coming soon."

"Yes, General!!" The adjutant replied with a good answer and turned back to the communication station. Maryland regained his gaze from the window and looked back at the holographic image projected over another magic network terminal.

The sacred and strange, majestic and horrible giant deer is wandering anxiously on the plains. It has apparently awakened further than when it first appeared. Some humans are hard to understand and have gone beyond the "magic" common sense. The power is shrouded around it. It has changed within a few hundred meters. Half of the earth is hot and dry, and there is no life. On half of the earth, there are endless flowers and vines. It is as if the nature of life and death has gotten a certain kind of reality, and it is naturally displayed around this monster.

However, this is not a monster. This is a god. The madmen who have died in the end of the world sacrificed countless human beings and revived the natural gods with taboos.

Whenever he thinks about this truth, Maryland will feel that the heart beats faster. In the past few decades, he never imagined that he would participate in such a thing in his lifetime, but as the priests often That's what it says - fate is impermanent...

But when it comes to irony, if even the gods can be artificially made, even if the gods can be killed, then what do the "shenguans" say make sense?

Maryland converges on his thoughts, and the accelerated heartbeat gradually calms down.

He is a knight, a nobleman, although Cecil's aristocratic system has been turned upside down, although the knight of the new era has been very different from the old days, but he will not abandon his vows when he first took the knight sword.

Now that you have decided to be loyal, you should be loyal to it.

......

The meandering Baishui River flows along the direction from west to east, crosses Cecil, crosses Gülen, and flows into the land of the east. The river of life in the southern region suddenly slows down and splits in the land of the east. For several branches, it is turned into a trickle between the fertile land and the hills. Before the first fork of the river, the white sand hills are quietly on the banks of the river for thousands of years, leaning against the east. The plains look out over the mountains in the south.

Mine workers and technicians have been evacuated, and only the security forces of Baisha Mining Company – including a combat battalion, two tank platoons and artillery units fixed in the highlands of the mine – remain here to maintain order. Preventing the Dong Dynasty aristocrats from unclear inadvertently destroying this carefully prepared stage, and in the near future, this security force will also be evacuated to minimize the loss of personnel.

The mining area is close to a highland on the riverside. Holm looks at the whitewater river that is undulating in the distance, and the straight-extending magical energy track that emerges from the grove in the north of the river bank.

"Is this mine afraid that it can't be saved?" The head of the mine, who was born in the serf, said to the alien woman next to him, "This large-scale action...there was no such thing as a rock fortress."

“The facilities at the mine definitely need to be rebuilt, but the tragic war can rarely destroy nature itself.” Tyre shook his own tip of the tail, and she glanced at the young man in front of him – the responsible The person is not a military leader, nor is it a senior official of the Administrative Office. So he is not aware of all the secrets of this operation. He only knows that the Cecil Corps is going to work with "indigenous allies" to ambush a powerful monster, so Tyre Did not tell him too detailed.

But what she said was not a comfort, but the experience that the Krakens have summed up in their long history.

The mortal war can only destroy the mortal itself, but it is difficult to shake the nature itself, even if this time they want to hunt for a man-made god, this fact will not change.

In the final analysis, the Kraken has never seen the "God" that human beings worship.

"After an hour, you will evacuate with the security forces," Tyre looked up at the sky and saw the clouds gathering, and the glory of the giant day was gradually obscured. "I am going to prepare."

As she spoke, she stretched the open tail, and the fascinating snake tail moved like a magical vine. The surface gradually glowed with some magic. Holm subconsciously looked at the "interracial woman". A glance at the human body, although knowing that this is an ally of the South, he still couldn’t help but feel a sense of awkwardness. He curiously asked: "I have heard some legends of the Kraken... a bard He said that before the sea was blocked, when the human ships could sail to the distant sea, the sailors occasionally encountered the Kraken. You often sang magical songs on the sea to lure the ship into the trap... This is true. What?"

"We do sing at sea, but we can't seduce the traps of human ships," Til said with a funny voice. "In the past, there were occasions when humans sneaked into dangerous waters. We would secretly help... The Kraken does not want the sea to engulf any life that does not belong to the ocean, and the water quality will deteriorate."

Got some useless exotic knowledge, and Holm, who likes to pursue new things, left with satisfaction and he was ready to pack some personal items. As the security forces evacuated together, Tyre stayed on the high bank on the river bank. When she was just around, she climbed a magic crystal tower on the high ground.

The snaketail wraps around the crystal of the magic device. The magic and the magic establish a secret connection. The rune on Tyre shimmers with gleam. She opens her hands and begins to sing an old one that cannot be understood by humans. Deep sea songs.

Although the style is somewhat problematic and does not look very reliable, Tyre is actually a relatively conservative group in the Kraken. She loves the oldest and most orthodox songs of the Kraken and is good at weaving the magic in these ancient times. In the songs, instead of other new generations of Krakens, I always delve into some weird magical songs.

The magic field stirred up and jumped between the towers of the crystal tower and the tower of the sentinel. The invisible magic multiplied by the deep shackles of time and space, and sent the songs containing information into the field of elements. Tyre sang softly, feeling the magic and The orderly rhythm of the elements, satisfying and sighing in the heart:

The gang of death heavy metal screamers... is always evil.

......

The Plain of the Holy Spirit, the "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 shines on the gunner's cheek, quietly Enron .

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

He was a hunter before putting on a military uniform.

He still remembers that the piece next to the old Cecil allowed him to feed an old forest. He also remembered the fires and neighbors crying in the town when the distortions entered the territory. He remembered to cover the soldiers who had retreated. How did it fall, and remember that when the new camp was established, he cheered the survivors as he entered the mountain with the hunting team and brought back the first batch of meat.

As a civilian born in the country, he feels that he has experienced many things that people will never experience in his life. If these things can be written down, they may even have a book as thick.

The teacher at the evening school said a word - most of the civilians’ experiences in this era were filled with a blank sheet of paper, and the civilians of Cecil were lucky, they could write much more than the civilians elsewhere. .

Hinter didn't know if he had such a lot of experience, but he still remembers that when the new camp resisted the distorted attack for the first time, when the Duke of Cecil gave him a medal of honor, he felt I have never been happy in my life.

This kind of happiness inspires him, let him sign up when the Legion expands for the third time, let him learn new technology, let him come to this piece of scorched plain and become a member of the "Brave".

The glimmer of the mental protection system calms the hunter's heart, and in a wonderfully relaxing atmosphere, he again puts his eyes close to the periscope and looks at the distant target.

In fact, life has not changed. He has to do the same thing as before.

The hunter is here, the prey is over there, and the two are filled with patience and caution.

Although the prey is a little bigger, the hunter is no longer a bow or arrow.

Hant's hand was placed on the excitation device of the railgun. He had to fire the gun very carefully, be sure to be accurate, because there was only one shell on the car.

There was only one shell on the other cars around.

In fact, not only did they carry only one shell, but even the car members were reduced to only two people, a gunner and observer, and a driver and captain. This is the limit for the "Warhammer-i" tank to work. People - all in order to reduce weight as much as possible, improve the speed and handling of the chariot to improve the chances of survival after firing.

After all, for the monster, the ordinary tank gun does not have much effect except for the irritating effect.

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

"start to act!"

......

In the depths of the far endless sea, on the land named "Eurasia" by the Krakens, the huge elemental leap tower has been activated, and the energy of the dragon drives this advanced and sophisticated machine, allowing it to be layered. The stacked shell-like structure emits a glimmer of light, which makes the spherical device at the top of the tower rise into a dreamy ripple. In the sky above the tower, the amazing energy has converge into a vague vortex, stirring the clouds and rotating.

Thousands of sea monsters gather together in the square below the tower, neat and solemn, ready.

Even a lively and active sea monster will have a serious time.

On the high platform next to the square, the Queen of the Kraken, Petia, held the trident's scepter in front, and a deep-sea maid came to her side and bowed her head respectfully: "Your Majesty, Tyre has already sent coordinates, identifying the password: the tide ,feast."

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

Under the control of the deepwater technician, the yaw tower made a wave of wonderful sounds. The illusory vortex over the tower instantly expanded and solidified. With the horrible energy fluctuations, the vortex unfolded into an inverted funnel, the entire square. It was also instantly enveloped by a layer of light curtain and completely isolated from the outside world.

In the middle of the Kraken in the square, General Vanessa raised the trident in his hand and gave an order:

"All attention - evaporation!!"

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