The military mobilization of the Tifeng people is still continuing. One extraordinary legion after another was summoned from all over the country to the Winter Fort area. The originally extremely wide deep defense belt is now even "crowded". The Tifeng corps have long been filled with all the castles, cities and fortresses in the defensive belt, and a large number of camps and temporary troop stations have been set up between the defense lines. Correspondingly, Cecil's army is also continuously heading to the front line.

Of course, in terms of simple quantity, Cecil's army is still far from comparable to the Tifeng people who have made a rich fortune.

The atmosphere in the entire war zone was extremely tense and suppressed. In this special atmosphere and the gathering of huge personnel, the special "aura" that permeated the entire area became more and more obvious day by day.

"Sighted Vision Reports" from ordinary people have begun to rise exponentially, and the number of people fleeing from the border to the mainland has reached a new peak in the past few days. Even the population that was difficult to leave their hometowns or were not wealthy enough and difficult to migrate, are now starting to try their best to stay away from this place of right and wrong.

In the Winter Wolf Castle, in the intelligence office, Amber was sitting behind an extra-large desk. She was filled with intelligence documents sent from various channels, including from the headquarters of the Military Intelligence Bureau, as well as from the front-line investigation units, document files and file departments, etc. The military intelligence bureau operators and assistant think tanks at all levels have simplified and processed the documents as much as possible, but what was sent to her is still piled up.

The petite half-elf sat behind this table and looked almost overwhelmed by documents.

Amber moved her position on the wide seat and adjusted her relatively relaxed posture. Her legs swayed twice, and Amber's eyes swept through the quick analysis notes and clue pictures again.

She is trying to find a key time point and the possible "anomalous movement risks" that Tifeng people may have.

A bald man with a scar on his face and looked quite powerful stood opposite her, and asked cautiously while placing the sorted documents on the table: "Boss, look at your expression... have you discovered something?"

"I said that I call me 'director' or 'director' on a formal occasion, which sounds a little more powerful," Amber raised her eyelids and looked at her old subordinate, then shook her head slightly, "I can't say what a decisive discovery... I just summarized a little obvious conclusion."

As she said, her fingers waved on several clue pictures: "The Tifeng people concentrated so many troops in a narrow and long area. Judging from the simplest common sense, we all know that so many people cannot spread on such a huge battlefield. So no matter whether they want to use these people to fight the God of War or attack us, two-thirds of the troops may not be useful. In other words, the concentration of so many people by Rosetta Augustus here is definitely not all for war. A considerable number of them...their role should be in other aspects."

"Anything else?" Scarface Anton showed a hint of confusion. "Which aspect are you talking about?"

"I have to know that I have reported it a long time ago, so I still have to talk to you here?" Amber rolled her eyes. "And Philip and his staff must be more professional than me when it comes to military deployment issues. I just need to tell them the doubts I see. How to analyze and investigate specifically is their business. Our real important task now... is to find out the time point so that we can prevent it in advance."

"Is it time for Tifengren to take action..." Anton thought about it, then shook his head slightly irritated, "No one knows what the emperor of Tifengren is thinking. If he really wants to fight against the gods with us, at least he should release some signals..." The fastest update is computer::/

"He won't," Amber shook his head, his expression was quite open. "According to our Majesty, there is nothing between Tifon and Cecil, but this matter cannot be discussed. Turning war into a tease and trap against the 'war' itself will make all efforts so far in vain."

As she said that, her attention had returned to the Document Mountain in front of her again. If someone else was present, she would be surprised that she would have been so serious and devoted to a serious matter, but Anton knew that her "big sister" had been in this state for several days.

When something really fatal is about to happen, Amber, who is careless on weekdays, will also become serious.

Amber did not care about the feelings her subordinates had. She just thought about the clues she had come into contact with recently, trying to analyze the action arrangements of Fengren. While summing up those clues, she also expanded her thinking and tried to find breakthrough points from directions other than existing clues.

Many times, it is not the people in the fog that clears the clouds and fog, but the power outside the clouds and fog.

She did not find any clues from the piles of paper on the table that could reveal the time of Tifengren's key actions, but she raised her head and yawned in fatigue, but her eyes accidentally swept over a calendar hanging on the wall not far away.

After a moment of stammering, she blinked and asked casually as if she remembered something: "How many days will it be... it's the New Calendar Festival?"

Anton was slightly stunned. He probably didn't expect that his boss's thinking was still so wonderful. But he thought about his boss's daily style and felt that the other party was paying attention to holidays, which were both holidays and allowances, and could eat everywhere openly. So he nodded: "Yes, two days will be the New Calendar Festival, the first day of the year... But to be honest, you should not think about drinking during holidays or something like that..."

But Amber ignored Anton's second half of the joke (in the past, she should have kicked the other party into the shadow world). She just seemed to be a little confused and said the word "Xin Li Festival". Then she looked down at the shorthand prompts she wrote casually, and a few lights flashed in her eyes, "I understand!"

...

"Three days later? New Calendar Festival?" In the front-line command hall, Gao Wen looked at Amber who suddenly ran to report the situation with excitement, "Are you sure?"

After living in this world for so many years, he is no stranger to traditional festivals such as the "New Calendar Festival". This is a day similar to the New Year, the first day of the cold moon and the first day of the year. On this day, the Frost Sky began to decline and the Frost Sky began to rise. Although the following whole month was called the "Cold Moon", in fact, the coldest days of the year will soon pass. As the following month approaches, people will celebrate this special festival in various ways. The "people" here not only include humans, but also the elves in the south and many ethnic groups in the western part of the continent.

When I recalled some knowledge about the New Calendar Festival in my mind, an idea suddenly flashed through Gao Wen's mind like lightning.

He seemed to know what Amber had discovered.

"On the New Calendar Day, the gods need to rest and reschedule the governance of the world," Amber said slowly. "For this reason, all religious activities in the world will be suspended for a day. No matter which god is the believer, even those who cheat, will remain 'silent' on this day. People will not pray, not go to church, not worship at home, and even try to avoid mentioning the names of the gods, because... God rests on this day."

The key to uncovering the fog is not in any intelligence clue, but a traditional custom, everything in the world is indeed wonderful.

Amber had a smile on his face: "Roseta Augustus could not make everyone stop praying for the God of War at the same time with his command alone. Although he relied on the army to forcibly control the activities of the God of War churches in various places and forcibly banned public and formal sermons, he could not stop people from praying secretly at home, and he could not ensure that there were no underground churches that were secretly active in the nearly 100 million people, and he could not control those God of War churches outside Tifeng... But the power of traditional customs can do this, at least better than him.

"On the New Calendar Day, everyone will stop praying. No matter which God they believe in, no matter whether they obey Rosetta's commands, everyone will do this. According to our study of the laws of God's movement, in this case, God's power will lose its 'replenishment'..."

Gao Wen's expression became particularly serious. He gently stroked his index knuckle and his tone was low: "So, if he wanted to attack God, then the New Calendar Festival would be the most suitable day... There is not much time left, but there is still time to prepare."

...

A few days passed in a flash.

In a gathering hall near the Winter Castle, a huge brazier has been lit, and candlesticks and iron sacred objects are neatly set up around the altar, and the breath of incense is emitted from the campfires and candlelight and continues to spread throughout the gathering hall.

A large number of priests in black or gray robes were led to the assembly hall in a daze, as if a group of shaking walking corpses gathered in front of the sacrificial platform, standing there dull, as if they had lost the ability to think normally, but there were continuous murmuring or murmuring coming from the depths of the heavy hoods, as if each of them was talking to an invisible object, and even... they were having a good conversation.

The Obsidian Imperial Guard in black armor was guarding the edge of the assembly hall, under the alloyed surface armor, revealing a cold and indifferent line of sight without any emotion.

An imperial guard commander glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand, and then looked at the sky outside through the wide window not far away.

The cold wind blew into the party hall through the open windows, and the snow particles accumulated a few days ago were rolled in.

The new year begins today... with a dark and bloody day as the beginning. No one knows whether this start will lead to a future commander who retains hope. His only task here is to execute the orders assigned by his superiors.

"This is perhaps the worst New Calendar Festival I have ever lived in my life, it is so cold..." He murmured softly and walked towards a priest next to the altar.

As time passed, the scent of the incense floating in the assembly hall had begun to affect these unconscious priests and pastors. Some of them seemed to have begun to pray in a low voice, but this was far from being a true "ritual". Therefore, the commander came to the priest and said slowly to the face hidden under the hood: "The time for divineness is here, will you not pray?"

"When it's sacred... when it's sacred..." The priest murmured in a low voice, sounding confused, but seemed to maintain a little rationality, "But you can't pray today... today..."

"The New Calendar Festival has passed yesterday. Mr. Bishop, you remember it wrongly," the commander whispered, "Look at the brazier and candlestick in front of you... This is a gift to God. There is no such thing in the New Calendar Festival, right?"

"Oh...oh...you're right, the New Calendar Festival has passed yesterday..." A more and more confused voice came from under the hood, and in the end it had become a completely unaudible murmur. When the murmur gradually became hoarse and torn apart, and a large number of syllables that humans could not make were mixed in the middle, the commander had quickly retreated to the edge of the assembly hall.

The deep prayer sounded around the brazier

"...The God of War blesses, my heart is as steel as I have experienced hundreds of battles..."

The indescribable mental pressure began to spread. Even the well-trained Obsidian Imperial Guards could not help feeling their skin tight and their lips were dry. They held the sword in their hands tightly, while their eyes focused on their commander, while the commander stared at the flames gradually dyed with iron gray in the center of the altar. From time to time, he quickly glanced at the priests around the altar. Slowly, his hands began to touch the sword at his waist.

In the assembly hall, prayer sounds mixed together, and there seemed to be several other sounds mixed in the middle. The flames in the center of the altar became more and more vigorous. Outside this assembly hall, in the howling cold wind, in the vast winter fort area, and in dozens of gatherings of all sizes, the same thing happened at the same time.

An abnormally gathering clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and large areas of iron-gray clouds seemed to suddenly appear out of thin air. In the middle of the clouds, a glimmering light, like a door-door-like thing has faintly emerged. It was hanging high above the earth just like the legendary gate of the Kingdom of God. As long as you look up, you can see clearly.

The only remaining residents in this area felt great pressure. They hid in their homes in horror, drilled into the cellar, and then closed their doors and windows. The soldiers were nervously waiting for further orders. Countless commanders and messengers cast their sights towards the Winter Fort.

Rosetta Augustus stood in the secret hall on the uppermost floor of the Winter Castle. His eyes looked into the sky through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and looked at the projection of the gods that had been very clear in his sight.

Today is the New Calendar Festival, God is about to "rest", and prayer activities around the world have been suspended, but tens of thousands of the most corrupted gods of war are praying here... This is a kind of strong "positioning", which is enough to accurately guide the connection of the kingdom of God to the world.

However, this seems not enough. God still has not really come to the ordinary prayer that cannot cause qualitative change through quantitative change, which requires the most critical step to promote it.

Rosetta retracted his gaze and turned toward the burning brazier hall in the center of the Secret Hall. The people in the lobby had already been evacuated, even Palin Winter Castle was no exception. Now only Rosetta Augustus is left in this huge space, and only he himself can do what he wants to do here.

He stood in front of the brazier, then seemed to think for a moment, then looked back at the direction of the Cecil Empire.

"It's so far away... I'm afraid I can't even communicate with my eyes."

The Emperor Tifeng talked to himself as the only joke that had been in more than ten years, and then waved his hand to grab the nothingness.

An illusory and empty eye suddenly appeared behind him along with the starlight background, and in his hand, a hazy and distorted figure like a shadow was captured.

That was the incarnation projection of Malm Dunit.

After grabbing this incarnation, Rosetta threw it into the brazier in front of him without even taking a look. Then he grabbed the second "Malm Dunit" from the side and grabbed him, and then he threw it into the brazier again.

Next, the third...the fourth...
Chapter completed!