Spider silk?

Malm Dunit showed a very brief look of astonishment on his face, and in the next second, his astonishment turned into horror.

The spider silk instantly merged into his spiritual body, and then it seemed to grow and spread from his body. Endless spider silk emerged from his skin and began to wrap around his whole body. The former pope, who had turned into a spirit, let out a roar of shock and anger, and then he wanted to summon the power of the gods to help him escape. However, the efforts he made with all his might, had no response - some kind of force blocked the connection between him and the gods!

This is the fact that terrified Malm Dunit the most, even far better than the weird runes displayed by Philip and the strange spider silk that popped up at this moment - how could there be something that could stop his connection with the gods? How could there be something that could intercept the power of the supreme God of War?! At this moment, there is an unprecedentedly stable connection between him and the gods. How could this connection be so easily broken?!

Amidst shock and amazement, he shouted in a hoarse and chaotic voice: "What have you done?! My connection with the Lord is the closest, how can it be..."

His roar stopped abruptly as soon as it lasted halfway. The spider silks that invaded his spirit had completely taken over his ability to move, and the figure of a white-haired girl emerged in his gradually frozen gaze.

The white-haired girl came to Malm Dunit with a serious look on her face: "Because you are closer to me now."

Unfortunately, Malm Dunit can no longer hear this answer.

It was not until this time that Philip was truly relieved. While comforting his pounding heart, he let out a long sigh. Then he looked at the soldiers and civilians around him who were paying attention to the situation and ready to help at any time. Everyone took out the "mental protection device" they carried with him. The closest senior staff officer had put his hand on the button that sounded the alarm. Seeing everyone's reaction, the young imperial general nodded slightly: "The crisis is relieved, everyone should go back to their posts."

Then he looked at Narithir who was standing aside, and Malm Dunit, who was sealed by spider silk, and appeared in a strange "cocoon" shape, and couldn't help but say: "This is the 'messenger' sent by the gods to spread pollution when they are on the verge of madness? I really didn't expect to catch it so simply..."

Narithir, who was beside him, immediately shook his head: "Because it's just an incarnation, it's very simple."

"Just an incarnation?" Philip's eyes widened.

"Well," Narithir nodded, "The soul is very empty, and personality and thinking are fake. Most actions should be remotely controlled by a hidden ontology...or a large number of such avatars are needed to form an ontology. In short, the connection between this intellect and the 'ontology' has been interrupted, and I can't track it - it's not in my network, and the spider silk cannot spread too far away from the neural network."

Philip couldn't hide his loss in his expression and couldn't help asking: "... Then is this empty shell incarnation useful to us?"

"It's still useful," Naretiel thought for a while and replied seriously. "After I go back, I ask Duvalter and Mergow to help disassemble it, maybe some memories remain inside."

"That's all for you."

Philip said nodding, and then his eyes couldn't help but return to Malm Dunit, and his face became a little complicated as he glanced over the obvious and familiar sacred symbols on the other party's clothes. The young Imperial General opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all his words turned into a silent sigh.

He also believed in the God of War, and even until this moment, he couldn't tell whether he had really given up on this belief.

As early as when he first learned about the divine dangers of Tiphon, Philip had a difficult thought. He even stepped into the church of the Church of Holy Light to discuss the issue of faith with the priests who were looking for new teachings. This was of some effect. After that, he carefully studied His Majesty Gowen Cecil's many discussions on social order and religious belief, which also had some effect.

At least, his mind became firm again after that, so that he would not be confused about his words and deeds.

However, at this moment, when he saw the faith symbol of the God of War again, and saw a high-level clergyman from Tifeng who had become the spokesperson of the Mad God, he couldn't help but sigh, and couldn't help feeling a sense of loss and emptiness in his heart.

He suddenly thought of what Emperor Gowan Cecil said to him during a chat... Perhaps this is the "pain" that many people in this world are destined to face once.

Naretiel surrounded Malm Dunit's incarnation twice, and "pulled" more spider silk from the air, wrapping the body of the lost spirit body even stronger as if it was packed carefully. Then she grabbed the silk screen at the other party's waist and picked it up - a strong adult who was much bigger than her current size was lighter in her hands as if it had no weight. After all, she looked up at Philip and said casually: "You have to be cautious. After all, you have been baptized and have a very pious belief - according to the research of human disobedients, in this case the "connection" has been established. Even if you are not so pious in your consciousness, this connection will not disappear easily."

Before she finished speaking, she had already taken a step forward. The "former god" seemed to have crossed an invisible barrier, and her figure and the "cargo" she carried disappeared in front of everyone.

Philip didn't have time to thank Naretiel, which made the young general who always valued etiquette a little annoyed, but he didn't have much time to immerse himself in his personal feelings.

"General," a lieutenant saw the matter here and walked over from the side. The lieutenant still had a hint of nervousness and fear on his face. It seemed that the sudden change had left a deep impression on him. "The one who was the 'messenger' who spreads pollution just now? It seems that the divine disaster in Tifeng has completely lost control..."

The divine disaster is either an unheard of concept for most countries in the world, or it is limited to confidential information circulated at the top, or even taboos that are prohibited from circulation. However, the Cecils, who have faced two divine disasters, are not unfamiliar with it - the concept of divine disaster is written in the Cecils' textbooks, newspapers, radios, and combat manuals of all front-line troops.

Everyone here knows what they may face, and they will not shy away from talking about it.

"We could have doubted it before..." Philip said in a deep voice, "But now it is basically certain that the out-of-control God of War pollution has penetrated Tifeng's military system. The divine disaster has already erupted in Tifeng. From now on, we are fighting the out-of-control God of War."

Philip said this as if he had used his best efforts. Then he slowly raised his head, but instead of looking at his adjutant, he crossed the adjutant's shoulder, the busy hall, and the thick and solid walls of the Johor Bahn - that was the direction of the Winter Wolf Castle.

...

The sun had already set two hours ago, and the rich night was covering the entire wasteland.

However, the night that should have been silent was torn apart by continuous artillery fire. The flashes of magic crystal shells burst and the scorching rays swept across the cold night again and again. In the terrifying howling, bursting, and roar, the Winter Wolf Castle seemed to be surrounded by countless ferocious beasts in the night, shaking violently under the continuous artillery fire.

But this "shaking" is just an illusion. Andersa is familiar with the Winter Wolf Fort. She knows that the fortress is still strong, and all shield nodes still have a high safety margin. The enchanted city wall has not been substantially damaged so far. The mage guarding the fortress and the soldiers who control the city walls also have enough rest. The defenders are still physically strong.

This is the most gratifying stalemate at present, and most of this situation should be attributed to the Black Flag Magicians who came to help in time.

Over the city wall in the southwest direction, a large hazy magic halo rose into the air with layers of rune light and shadows emerging out of thin air. Under the powerful resonance amplification effect, the legion-level spells took shape again. The next second, a lightning storm came in the sky several kilometers away from the city wall. The thick thunder swept across the battlefield in an instant. In the bright flash brought by the thunder explosion, Andesha's extraordinary vision was full of strength. She vaguely saw the Cecil's shelling position on the edge of the strike range of the lightning storm.

They looked like they were retreating a little more - and this would further weaken the power of their own long-range artillery fire.

Not all "Sky Fire" can attack targets across several kilometers or even dozens of kilometers. The Cecil's magic devices also have various range limits. After the distance is widened, a considerable number of small and medium-sized "Sky Fire" can no longer threaten the walls of the Winter Wolf Castle.

But this is not something to be happy about.

The Black Flag Magicians proud of the legion-level spells can generate devastating firepower on the battlefield, but they can only be used for passive defense here. The magic power condensed again and again is consumed on the "deterrent bombing" with no results. The mages are bombing the open space with precious magic power, and can only occasionally destroy a few rash enemy squads, which is not a result at all.

Earl Palin Winterburg's face has never improved since nightfall.

However, Andesha knew that there was nothing to do about it. Such a dilemma was in the end. The Cecils were willing to spread their troops out of the plains and rushed around. Even if several echelons were eliminated, there were more echelons coming from behind. However, the Winter Wolf Castle was reluctant to let the Black Flag Magicians step out of the city wall.

But everything shouldn't have been like this...

Andesha stood on the terrace high above the castle, staring at the chaotic and turbulent cold night with her brows, and everything in front of her even made her suddenly feel a little absurd.

She knew that there was something wrong with the God of War Church, which made Tifeng mistakenly start this "war". However, why did the Cecilian, as an opponent, react so strangely?

They seemed to be determined to fight, but this did not match the previous judgment of her grandfather and many domestic military advisers on the situation.

"General," the adjutant's voice suddenly came from behind, calling back Andesha's thoughts, "The Earl of Winter Castle please go and discuss the city defense plan tonight - he is in the East Hall."

Andesa looked back at the direction of the city wall at last, turned around and nodded to the adjutant: "I understand."

She took steps and was about to leave the terrace, but she suddenly stopped again before passing by the adjutant.

"General?"

"Does there any reply from the imperial capital? Matilda, your Majesty, or my grandfather," she asked, "Is there a reply?"

"No," the adjutant shook his head, "The communication pointing to Aldernan has sent your letter three times, but no reply is made. The messaging tower network from the border to the imperial capital was just renovated not long ago. It is hard to say whether there will be any nodes that have slow forwarding. If you are worried that there is a problem during the forwarding, we can send it again."

Reposting slowly...at this time?

Andesa looked at her adjutant: "Crodion, if we are all in great chaos, then as the headquarters of the Church of God of War, Aldernan..."

"This is a terrible possibility, but at this stage we can only trust His Majesty and the Parliament's judgment and their abilities," said the adjutant. "Everyone has what they have to do."

"...You're right," Andesha said helplessly for a few seconds.

In any case, obeying orders was an education she received since childhood, and as a border commander, she also knew that her rights and responsibilities were limited.

"General, do you need to contact Aldernan again?" the adjutant asked.

"No need, I want to go to the East Hall to find the Earl of Winter Castle first," Andesha shook her head and walked forward, while casually giving an order to the adjutant, "You go to the first floor hall and come to me in time if you have any circumstances."

"Yes, General."

Andesa left the terrace, she walked down the spiral ladder, through the connecting corridor between the tower and the city wall, and quickly walked towards the east hall.

The cold night wind mixed with the sound of cannon fire from afar, blowing through her fine hair.

When she passed a fork in the road, she suddenly stopped.

Andesa raised her head and looked at a tower not far away - a building that looked like a wizard tower, but at the top was a strange ring floating, emitting a slight light in the night. The ring slowly rotated under the maintenance of the force field, and a low and faint buzzing sound echoed in the night.

That is the messenger tower of Winter Wolf Castle.

Andesha doesn't usually step into this facility because she doesn't have the talent of a spellcaster, she doesn't know how the messenger tower works, nor can she use the magic device inside, so she has always done this for her mages.

Now that the war has suddenly broken out, the various affairs of the Winter Wolf Castle are in chaos, she has almost no time to breathe, and she has no chance to pay attention to the operation of the messenger tower - this is not something that she, as the supreme commander, should pay attention to in person.

But at this moment, she stopped in front of the messenger tower.

The situation...something was wrong. She felt that she might have missed a detail or been blinded by something.

Andesha suddenly looked gloomy, and she pressed her hand on the hilt of the sword around her waist, and strode towards the direction of the communication tower.

There are two fighting golems standing quietly in front of the tower, looking normal.

Andesa crossed the two golems and reached out to push open the door of the messenger tower.
Chapter completed!