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

But before the success of this operation and until the secret behind it can be revealed, most people involved in this operation will not know the truth.

Mortals will try to hunt a god - although it is just a fake god created by man. Although the most critical link is completed by a powerful ally, the nature of this action is still shocking. In this world where religions are everywhere and beliefs are very common, ordinary people will never dare to imagine anything in this regard. Even if the powerful and highly organized Cecil Legion faces these truths before the action begins, it is inevitable that the morale of the army will be shaken and the combat effectiveness will decline.

Most soldiers will only know the orders issued by their superiors, and even a large number of middle and low-level commanders will only know the content of the links they are responsible for. Only the highest commander of the army, the highest official of the government affairs department, and the person who made all these plans.

The Iron Throne Commander Maryland stood in the tactical section of the armored train. Through the window covered with shields, he saw soldiers busy traveling on the armed platforms and all over the defense line, and vehicles transporting ammunition, and chariots heading towards the various nodes of the defense line. In the background of all this, the sky drooped darkly around the earth, and the burning city walls and towers in the distance stood silently on the plain, everything seemed low and depressing, as if foreshadowing the arrival of a storm.

An adjutant in a black officer's uniform entered the tactical section, saluted the Maryland Knights, and said loudly: "General, all departments have been transferred to their positions, the railway line inspection has been completed, and all crews are in normal condition!"

Maryland woke up from thoughts and nodded: "Very good—whether that monster is now?"

"The target is still wandering southwest, but generally is gradually approaching the defense line," the adjutant replied immediately, "The current distance is about fifteen kilometers."

"Have the 'Brave' commando entered the pre-order position?"

"The commando has arrived and is circling around the target waiting for orders."

"Continue to stand by..." Maryland took a light breath and slowly exhaled, "The order is coming."

"Yes, General!!" the adjutant replied simply and turned back to the communication station. Maryland withdrew her gaze from the window and looked back at the holographic image cast from the other Magic Network terminal.

The sacred and strange, majestic and terrifying deer was wandering anxiously on the plain. Compared to when it first appeared, it had obviously awakened further. Some power that humans could not understand, which had exceeded the common sense of "magic", was shrouded around it. Wherever it passed, it had changed within a radius of hundreds of meters. Half of the earth was scorched and hot, without any vitality, and endless flowers and vines spread on the ground, full of vitality, as if the natural principles of life and death had been manifested in some way, and naturally appeared around this monster.

However, this is not a monster, this is a god, and the madmen who died in the end sacrificed countless humans and resurrected the god of nature by taboo means.

Whenever he thinks of this truth, Maryland feels his heart beating faster. In the past few decades of life, he has never imagined that he would participate in such a thing in his lifetime. However, as the priests often say - fate is impermanent...

But to be ironic, if even gods can be created by man and even gods can be killed, then will the words of the "priests" still have meaning?

Maryland calmed down her mind and calmed down her accelerated heartbeat.

He was a knight, a nobleman. Although Cecil's aristocratic system had been turned upside down, and although the knights of the new era were very different from those of the past, he still would not turn his oath he made when he first took over the knight's sword.

Since you have decided to be loyal, then be loyal to the end.

...

The winding Baishui River flows along the direction from west to east, crosses Cecil, crosses Glen, and flows into the land of the East. The river of life in the southern region suddenly slows down on the land of the East, splits into several branches, turning into trickles between the fertile fields and hills. In front of the first fork of the river channel, the white sand hills have quietly lie on the river bank for thousands of years, leaning against the plains of the East, looking at the mountains of the South.

The 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—have remained here to maintain order, to prevent the unknown East-Zhou nobles from accidentally destroying this carefully prepared stage. In the near future, the security forces will also evacuate to minimize the losses of personnel.

On a high ground near the river in the mining area, Hom looked at the Baishui River, which was waving in the distance, and the magical track that stretched out straight from the woods on the north side of the river bank, with a look of worry on his face.

"I'm afraid this mine cannot be saved, right?" The head of the mine, who was a serf, said to the alien woman beside him. "After such a large-scale operation... there was no such big move in the Rock Fortress."

"The facilities in the mine must need to be rebuilt, but no matter how fierce the war is, they rarely destroy nature itself." Tyre gently shook the tip of his erect tail. She glanced at the young man in front of her - the person in charge was not a military leader or a senior official of the Government Affairs Department, so he did not know the entire secret of this operation. He only knew that the Cecil legion was going to ambush a powerful monster with the "alliers of the alien race", so Tyre didn't tell him too much.

But what she said was not comfort, but the experience summarized by the Siren in the long history.

Mortal wars often can only destroy mortals themselves, but it is difficult to shake nature itself. Even if they want to hunt an artificial god this time, this fact will not change.

In the final analysis, the siren never regarded the "gods" worshipped by humans as gods.

"In an hour, you can evacuate with the security forces," Tyr looked up at the sky and saw the clouds gathering, and the brilliance of the huge sun was gradually being blocked. "I'm going to prepare."

As she said, she stretched out her plated tail. The charming and weird snake tail moved like a magical vine, and the surface gradually shone with a little magical glory. Hom subconsciously glanced at the "interracial woman"'s limb that did not belong to humans. Although she knew that she was an ally in the southern border, she still couldn't help but feel a little awkward. He asked curiously: "I have heard some legends of siren... A bard said that before the sea was blocked, in the era when human ships could sail to the distant sea, sailors would occasionally encounter siren. You often sing magical songs on the sea to lure the ship into a trap... Is this true?"

"We do sing on the sea, but we won't lure human ships into any trap," Tyr said with amusedness. "In those days, humans would occasionally rush to dangerous seas, and we would secretly rescue them... The Siren did not want the sea to devour any life that does not belong to the ocean, and the water quality would become worse."

Having gained some useless knowledge of foreign lands and liked to pursue new things, Holme left with satisfaction. He was about to pack up some personal belongings. With the security forces evacuated here, Tyr stayed on the high ground on the river bank. When the time was just right, she climbed a magic crystal tower on the high ground.

The snake's tail winds around the crystal of this magic device, and magic power establishes a secret connection. The runes on Tyre's body flash with a glimmer of light. She opened her hands and began to hum a deep-sea song that was untouchable to humans.

Although her style is somewhat problematic and does not seem very reliable, Tyre is actually a relatively conservative group among the Sirens. She is fond of the oldest and most orthodox Siren songs, and is good at weaving magic power into these ancient songs, rather than always studying some strange magical songs like other new generation Sirens.

The magic field was stirring up, jumping and passing through the crystal tower and sentry tower. The invisible magic power rode the ripples in the depths of time and space, sending the song containing information into the field of elements. Tyr sang softly, feeling the orderly rhythm of magic and elements, and sighed in his heart with satisfaction and comfort:

Those death heavy metal tide-callers... are always evil ways.

...

On the Holy Spirit Plain, the "Brave" commando, Hant rode in his chariot, and looked at the indescribable monster in the distance through the periscope. The faint blue light of the mental protection system shone on the gunner's cheek, quiet and peaceful.

He was a civilian from the old Cecil and 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 remembered the forest next to the old Cecil that allowed him to support his family, the fires ignited in the town and the cry of neighbors when the aberrant attacked the territory, the soldiers who covered his retreat fell, and the cheers of the survivors after the new camp was established, as he entered the mountains 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 things in his life that many people will never experience. If he could write them down, they might even be as thick as a book.

The night school teacher once said that most civilians in this era have not written a piece of blank paper in their lifetime experiences, and Cecil's civilians are lucky that they can write much more than civilians elsewhere.

Hanter didn't know if he had experienced so much, but he still remembered that when the new camp first resisted the attack of the aberrant, Duke Gowen Cecil awarded him a medal of honor, he felt unprecedented happiness in his life.

This happiness inspired him, allowing him to sign up for the third expansion of the Legion, learn new technologies, and bring him to this scorched plain and become a member of the "Brave".

The glimmer of the mental protection system calmed the hunter's heart. In a wonderfully relaxed atmosphere, he once again put his eyes close to the periscope and stared at the target in the distance.

In fact, life has not changed much, and what he has to do is still the same as before.

The hunter is here and the prey is there, and the two are filled with patient and cautious waiting.

Although the prey is a little bigger, the hunter's hands are no longer bows and arrows.

Hanter's hand was placed on the railgun's activation device, and he had to fire the gun very carefully, and 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 members on the car were reduced to only two, one gunner and observer, and one driver and commander, which was the ultimate personnel who made the "Warhammer-i" tank run - all of this was to reduce the weight as much as possible, increase the speed and handling of the tank, and increase the chance of survival after firing.

After all, for that monster, ordinary tank guns did not have much effect except for the irritation effect.

At this moment, the on-board communication station issued a striking flash, and an order from the superior was issued.

"Get to act!"

...

In the depths of the distant endless sea, on the land named "Io Continent" by the Siren, the huge elemental leap tower has been activated. The surging energy drives this advanced and sophisticated machine, making its layered shell-like structure emit light, causing the spherical devices at the top of the tower to ripple dreamily. Over the tower, the astonishing energy has gathered into a vague vortex, stirring the clouds and constantly rotating.

In the square below the tower, thousands of siren gathered together, neatly and solemnly, ready.

Even a siren who is lively by nature will have a time to become serious.

On the platform next to the square, the Siren Queen Petia stood in front of her holding a trident scepter. A deep-sea maid came to her and respectfully lowered her head: "Your Majesty, Tyre has sent the coordinates to identify the command: high tide, feast."

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

Under the control of the deep water technician, the leap tower made a wonderful sound like a wave. The illusory vortex above the tower expanded and condensed in an instant. With the terrifying energy fluctuations, the vortex spread out into an inverted funnel, and the entire square was instantly shrouded by a layer of light curtain, completely isolated from the outside world.

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

"All attention-evaporation!!"
Chapter completed!