Face God and then kill God.

Gao Wen has always been thinking about how this war caused by the out-of-control of the God of War can end in the end. The war between Tifon and Cecil is just an appearance. Its essence is a "non-natural disaster" caused by the out-of-control of the gods. It is necessary to start from the source to end the disaster, so the idea of ​​ending this god can only be found from the gods. In Gao Wen's initial plan, the safest way to achieve this goal is to cut off the "channel".

In Veronica's words, it is to cut off the "bridge of man and god".

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for gods to directly influence the human world. The "divine realm" they live in is a more complex and insurmountable area than different spaces. According to Amoen, unless the conditions are extremely suitable or the huge price is paid, the gods cannot leave their "domain" at all, but can only project their own power into the present world through indirect means. Therefore, from a certain perspective, as long as this "indirect connection" is cut off, the influence of the gods on the human world can be cut off.

What supports this "bridge" is the "faith order" formed by the endorsement system of gods in the world - a huge group of priests and a large number of mortals acting continuously according to specific doctrines.

Therefore, Gao Wen always thought that Rosetta's goal was to consume the polluted priests and baptized knights and soldiers in the country, and to dismantle the "bridge" between the God of War and this world bit by bit. When this connection is weakened to a certain extent, the "divine disaster" that spreads in the mortal world will theoretically end naturally due to the loss of source. Even the God of War may stop the deteriorating madness tendency due to the interruption of the connection with the human world, and gradually return to normal under a certain state of isolation. Of course, at the same time, He will also become greatly weakened by the loss of the support of the faith of the mortals, and may even become a "former god" like Amoen who has lost the power of the divine nature, but that is not a problem that Gao Wen needs to consider.

However, now it seems... what Rosetta has to do is far from being so "gentle".

Hetty was startled by Gao Wen's speculation and stared at her eyes for a long time before she reacted: "God Killing? Are you sure?"

"I can only guess this - only Rosetta himself knows the truth," Gao Wen said in a deep voice. "Now, based on existing clues, the things that the Tifeng people are doing are obviously to further pull the power of the God of War into this world... From the beginning of the war, the warring parties in the Winter Wolf Castle have invested hundreds of thousands of troops, and they are still increasing. This is the largest war on this continent in nearly a century. Its existence itself is a powerful source of gravity. The authority related to war will be naturally attracted to that area. The Tifeng people create a large-scale 'miracle' in this situation... It is very likely to be 'preheating' for some larger-scale arrival..."

He paused and looked at Hetty's eyes: "With Rosetta's personality and the current situation in Tifeng, he can't pull the God of War into this world to invite the other party to have lunch?"

"But how did he plan to achieve this almost impossible plan?" Hetty glared, "That's a god!"

"Gods can be killed, right?" Gao Wen said slowly, "In this era, mortals have fought against gods..."

Heti quickly reacted: "Are you talking about the body of a pseudo-god who was hunted by us and the Siren? Or is the upper narrator? But... this is not comparable or repeatable at all! The former uses the power of the Siren, while the latter uses special means. This cannot be used as evidence of "mortals have the ability to kill gods", nor can it be regarded as some kind of conventional event... If Rosetta Augustus was inspired and inspired by these two things, then his plan would be a whimsical idea of ​​a gambler. Even if Cecil and Tifeng were in the Winter Wolf region, it would be..."

"He must have planned this for a long time - I mean if he really wants to do this," Gao Wen shook his head. "Now I don't know what his specific plan is, but since the Tefeng people may have to pull the God of War into our world... I can't continue to watch from the back."

Hetty heard the deep meaning from Gao Wen's tone. She looked at her ancestor in surprise: "Are you going in person..."

"Yes, I'm going to the Eastern Front in person," Gao Wen said lightly. "The nature of this matter may escalate at any time. If I really want to deal with God, then I'm somewhat experienced, and..."

He said, pausing slightly, with a deep smile on his face: "The Tifeng people plan to make big news, and we can never believe the bottom line of our enemies on the battlefield...that everything is to the worst direction. If they not only want to pull the God of War down, but also want to attack Cecil by the way...then we have to consider Aldernan equally."

"I understand," Hetty nodded instead, "Then I'll make arrangements."

"Well," Gao Wen nodded slightly, and after a little thought, he ordered, "In addition, contact Solinburg - tell Belltila that we don't have time to wait for the final version of the wet-piece server, and her temporary solution can be used first... We now need a psychic choir that can be directly invested in the battlefield. The earlier the better, the more the better."

...

Deep in the clouds of war, the gears have begun to rotate. Whether it is the appearance of this war or the truth hidden under the appearance, they are constantly moving forward with these rotating gears - and this vortex affects not only the front line of Winter Wolf Castle, but even not only the two sides directly fighting.

Under the new order created by the magic era, information is spreading at a speed and breadth far beyond the past. The war that took place in the northeast of the mainland has long attracted the attention of almost the entire continent.

The moss forest in the Ogule Tribe State is ushering in the coldest day of the year. Several consecutive snowfalls have dyed this gray elves’ ancestral home for generations into pure white. Deep in the jungle with white snow, Fengge City, the largest moss forest, maintains a prosperous and lively city that is inconsistent with this cold winter.

Thanks to the prosperity and prosperity brought by active business activities and the magic technology that makes the city run more cheap and efficient, the gray elves and their business partners are able to stay away from the cold and depression this winter. Even on the snowy days, the citizens of the city still maintain a normal life: the market is open as usual, the transaction is going on, and tourists are coming in endlessly, and news from all over the world... is also circulating rapidly in the city as always.

The captain of Fengge City carried her proud axe and walked on the street between the market and the long house with steady steps. The "Female lady" glanced at the area she was patrolling with a clever gaze, standing above her head, and her furry ears captured various movements from the market area: winter is a season that makes people relax their guard, especially for cats. The low temperature makes people sleepy and makes people involuntarily miss the stove at home. However, as a well-trained soldier, being vigilant during this sleepy season has always been her proud skill.

A newspaper boy ran past nearby, and the excited shouts of the other party attracted the attention of the guard captain: "Extra! Extra! Big news! A big air battle broke out on the front line of the Winter Wolf! Unprecedented! An unprecedented big air battle!"

The vocabulary used by newspaper boys was novel and strange. Someone around him was already attracted by attention. The guard captain couldn't help but look at the other side. It was these two more glances that attracted the attention of newspaper boys. The young and energetic gray elf ran over a few steps, and his face turned red in the cold wind: "Ms. Morriena! Come and have a newspaper! You can't miss it!"

"I'm on patrol." Morrina looked down at the short gray elf, with a serious look on her face covering her fluffy-stricken face carefully controlled the extent of her tail rolling up so that her swaying would not reveal her mood.

But a shrewd gray elf can clearly see through the idea of ​​a warrior through countless details: "Don't do this, Ms. Morriina, the captain of the guard doesn't have to patrol for so long like an ordinary soldier, and this is news about the Tifon-Cecil frontline - a soldier should not miss this aspect!"

Morrina narrowed her eyes. She didn't agree with the first half of the newspaper boy's words, but the second half of the other party gave her a sufficient reason... or the steps. She glanced at the mechanical clock hanging in front of the clan leader's house not far away, and realized that her patrol time was indeed about to end soon, so she reached out to the newspaper boy: "Okay, give me one."

"Your day will be filled with this newspaper! I promise, Ms. Morriena - this is your newspaper and change~~"

The eloquent gray elf.

Morriena took the newspaper and shook her head with a smile. The newspaper boy ran to another direction the next second, and cheerful shouts came from not far away: "Big news! A big air battle broke out on the front line of the Wind Wolf! The big news that the captain of Fengge City would not want to miss!"

Morelina looked in that direction, and a short snore in her throat, but she said nothing. Then she picked up the newspaper and saw that the "big news" mentioned by the newspaper boy was on the first page of the newspaper-

A large "photo" occupied a full third of the page. At the first glance of seeing it, Morrina felt her breathing slowed down half a beat.

It was a scene in the sky, directly taken from a certain perspective flying in the air.

Morriena actually saw the scene of the sky - the Cecils have produced some magic net short films with the theme of aerial perspective. They used some kind of flying machine to take personnel and equipment to the sky, and filmed the scenes of looking down at the earth from the sky, looking at the clouds and even dancing with the wind and rain. As the Magic Net spread to the Ogure Tribe State, these incredible short films also entered the sight of various races as part of Cecil's external publicity, but...

What appears in the newspaper is a completely different scene.

In the sky covered with clouds and whistling wind and snow, the armed army is fighting.

Only then did Morriina understand what the newspaper boy meant by "big air battle".

Hundreds of flying war machines were put into the battlefield... Several times the number of Tifeng Air Force... a huge meteorological "miracle"... a dragon group... an armored train...

Air strikes and anti-aircraft strikes in the blizzard.

Morriena grabbed the newspaper and somehow put the axe she had carried on her shoulders on her legs. Her cat's tail rolled up little by little. When she realized it, her tail was already in her mouth.

She couldn't remember how many years she hadn't done such a childish thing - this was invisible to a powerful orc warrior.

But she no longer cared about this detail, because a huge doubt was hovering in her mind:

When... the war became like this?

In the distant human world, on the east side of the continent, are the people there already fighting in this way?

...

"Big air battle..." In the spacious and bright room, Wenna Baizhi, with gray hair shawls, looked at the newspaper that the servant had just delivered. The front page of the newspaper made the gray elf leader sigh, "Is this also the change brought by magic technology..."

"It's magic technology and magic technology," said a tall, black-haired and blue-eyed human standing beside Wenna. "The Tifeng people don't have a machine that can fly. They are still fighting with the power of traditional magic."

"Those Tifeng people who do not have flying machines have suffered greater losses in this air battle - although there may be factors such as Cecil's publicity and modification, it is clear who will suffer greater casualties in this air battle," Wenna couldn't help but shake her head gently, "not to mention that the dragons appeared on the battlefield as mercenaries... Cecil actually made magic equipment for those already very powerful dragons."

"Alchemists have the concept of 'catalyst', and war is the catalyst of technology - magic technology is of course very good for mining and municipal construction, but obviously it is also very suitable for use on the battlefield." The tall human said seriously.

"... The gray elves are not good at fighting, but we do need to gain more understanding of this," Wenna sighed. "Schwark, the agenda for purchasing arms from the Cecils should continue to push... Not only us, but the other four tribes should also recognize the importance of these things. We may not expect to use the arms we bought to attack anyone, but at least we must start to keep up with the changes in the world."

"Please rest assured, I've been paying attention to this."

"Well," Wenna nodded slightly, "Which talks about magic technology...Wickliff's proposal to establish a magic network main hub at the Ancestral Peak, what are the feedback from all parties?"

Wicliff is the leader of the human tribe in the Augure tribe country and one of the "Five Kings" with the same status as Wenna Baizhi.

"It is indeed a very challenging thing to establish a magic network hub at the Ancestor Peak... At present, the orcs and the elves have not reached a consensus on this matter. They are mainly worried about whether this will have a bad impact on the holy land, and there are some concerns about cultural traditions," Schwark, who is an advisor, immediately reported. "What is surprising is that the fairies have agreed to this matter. Ms. Stella also sent a letter asking if we are interested in promoting this matter..."

"The fairy is so active?" Wenna raised her head unexpectedly, "The Ancestor Peak is their habitat for generations. I thought they would be the most concerned about this..."

"Everyone thinks so, but the goblins seem to... think it's interesting," Schwark said with a weird expression, "at least Ms. Stella's attitude is like this."

Wenna was stunned for a moment, and suddenly pressed her forehead with some distress: "Do they really understand what the Magic Net Hub is..."

"This should be fine. The fairies have an unexpectedly strong understanding of magic technology. Recently, they are becoming the most familiar group of magic technology in the Agure Tribe country except for the gray elves," Schwark seemed not to hear the joke in Wenna's tone, and said seriously. "Perhaps it is because of this talent that they are so interested in building giant signal towers in their ancestral homes."

"...Okay, it's a good thing, so at least three votes will be passed," Wenna rubbed her eyebrows, "Is it only the spirits and orcs left... I know Kamilla and Sdull. They are not stubborn people themselves, and they should still agree in the end."

After ending this headache-inducing topic, the Gray Elf patriarch waved his hand: "Let's talk about this matter after I communicate with Stella. Speaking of which, is the letter Meli sent back here today?"

"Yes, ma'am," Schwark nodded, pointing to the thing on a small table next to him, "this is it."

Wenna blinked, her eyes fell on the packed thing, and she muttered to herself after a long time: "I thought it was a package..."

"This is indeed a parcel - the Cecil postal department is registered according to the parcel, and it is also according to the parcel when delivering across borders," Schwark nodded seriously. "Obviously, the letter written by the lady cannot go through the mail channel..."

Wenna: "…"

"Then, please ask your letter to your family. I will go to handle government affairs documents and I won't disturb you."
Chapter completed!