Endless magic power surged beside him. After the transformation of the spell model, it became bright light and heat. Every inch of blood vessels and nerves in his body turned into a kind of hot rush in the process, as if hot magma was surging between the internal organs and flesh. Claymont felt that he seemed to have burned. Everything in his sight was twisted and deformed in high heat, turning into some kind of white-hot strange illusion, which made him unable to help but think of the magic catheters he observed in the magic laboratory... If those catheters had life, would they see the same scene at the last moment before they were burned?

Within one tenth of this second, Claymont seemed to hear a broken "crunchy sound" from the depths of his soul. He felt all his perceptions suddenly rise, as if the whole world was under his overlook. He clearly saw the trajectory of every trace of magic around him, saw the powerful energy that kept surging inside the war machines, and even saw the fierce battle scene in the sky behind him - under the power of miracles, he broke through to the legend.

Then, a huge explosion devoured everything.

Claymont's last consciousness became an echo in the messaging spell, penetrating the violent snowstorm, crossing the long battlefield, and directly projecting to the distant winter castle-

"Beware! Palin! They have dragons!!"

...

The explosion was so violent that the blizzard was torn a crack that could be seen through the naked eye. The steam clouds gushing out of the cooling grids of each section of the armored train were instantly blown away by powerful shock waves. Maryland, who was about to board the iron scepter, was startled by the earth-shaking movement. He looked in the direction of the explosion and saw only a small mushroom cloud rising from the tail of the Earthly Giant Python.

From the tactical section, half of the carriages of the armored train were involved in the big explosion, and then the flowing magic energy poured into the power ridge and detonated the remaining carriages one by one.

The self-destruction devices set up in the Iron Throne obviously cannot achieve such an effect.

"Is that some kind of weapon of the Tifeng people?" said the adjutant next to him in shock, "Some kind of super bomb? Why did they just take it out now?"

"...It's a self-destruction, sir, I saw it," a staff officer swallowed, "I saw a mage falling from the air-probably a mage, with hyperplasia and tumors behind him..."

Maryland didn't say anything, but just stared at the direction where the mushroom clouds rose. After a few seconds, he nodded slightly to the other side, then turned around and boarded the armored train behind him.

Fireballs and thunder intertwined in the blizzard. In the cloudy sky, the air forces of Tifon and Cecil were still fighting to the death. On the ground below, the huge war machine of the Earthly Python finally stopped on the bombed railway, and another armored train roared through the wind and snow, smoke and wreckage, and continued to speed towards the Shadow Swamp.

The loss tube team has extinguished the fire in the armored train. The dense anti-aircraft artillery carried by the iron scepter roared again. The fire net of magic crystal shells and high-energy beams intertwined is harvesting the remaining attackers in the sky. The dragon and the flying machine shuttled through the clouds, further compressing the activity space of the combat mage and the griffin knight. All of this seems to be a scene that confused the time and time.

This painting is at its end.

The death of the commander did not completely collapse the air force of the Tifeng people. The griffin knights with constant morale were still performing their established missions with 100% fighting spirit. The remaining combat mages were also trying to further expand the results of the war. They had noticed that one of the two armored trains had been destroyed, and that was the terrifying main combat chariot, and the other was also scarred and rolling smoke. In a sense, they had achieved the reserved results - but they also paid an unexpected price for it.

They were no longer able to destroy another one, nor could they evacuate this terrible battlefield.

The Dragoon fighter jets, which had been forced to evacuate the airspace due to heavy losses, returned to the combat area again. Under the cover of the dragon, these untiring flying machines began to strangle the griffon knights and combat mages who had basically exhausted the "miracle". The wreckage of humans and griffons fell from the sky like rain and was quickly buried and swallowed by the blizzard.

A combat mage stopped in the clouds. He looked up at the surroundings while gasping for a violent breath, and suddenly found that the sky battlefield had become empty.

The comrades who were originally traveling through the clouds were only three or five battle echelons left, and almost all temporarily reorganized teams. The most fanatical griffin knights were also on the verge of being completely destroyed. Now there are only a few knights who are completely distorted and mutated to the point of unlike humans who are charging towards the giant dragons flying in the clouds. The roars and blasts from all directions gradually weakened, and the anti-aircraft artillery fire from the surface had stopped at some point.

A low and majestic roar suddenly came from nearby. The roar was filled with trembling power. The battle mage used his last trace of physical strength to act in a defensive posture. The next second, he saw a giant rushing out from the thick cloud beside him - a black dragon covered with armor, steel armed his giant wings and claws, and his jaw was equipped with a daunting horn. Although the missile launchers hanging on both sides of the dragon's body had been damaged in the battle, the battle mage knew that at this distance, this terrible creature could take his life with just his claws and breath.

It's time to be loyal to the empire.

The battle mage was enlightened, but the black dragon just hovered in front of him and confronted him quietly. The huge eyes reflected the clouds and wind and snow in the distance. The confrontation that made people almost break for a few seconds continued. The black dragon suddenly nodded to him - I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a little praise in the nod. Then, the master of the sky suddenly opened his wings, raised his body in the blink of an eye, and rushed to the depths of the clouds quickly.

The dragon group retreated.

The battle mage blinked, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. After a brief confusion, he looked around and realized that all the griffin knights had been wiped out.

The Cecilians' flying machines were evacuated, the dragon group was evacuated, and the armored train was evacuated. Various wreckages were scattered on the ground in the mountainous areas, humans, griffins, machines... The rolling smoke and remaining flames were surging among the wreckage, but they were all extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blizzard was gradually devouring all this.

On the 35th of the fog month of Cecil, the first large-scale air battle recorded in human history came to an end over the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle.

...

Palin Winterburg led a team of mage guards and national guards to enter the already lifeless assembly hall. The bloody smell and the strange scene that came towards him made him frown, and even made some of the followers beside him exclaim in a low voice.

In the huge circular assembly hall, the flames that were the core of the ceremony had long been extinguished, and only a few sporadic Mars were left in the huge brazier, shining with glimmer. Around the brazier, all the priests participating in the ceremony turned into a mummy state, covered with an iron gray color, and dried blood traces extended from their feet to the brazier in the center of the venue. Looking down from above, everything here seemed like some kind of dark blood sacrifice scene.

Dark Blood Sacrifice... This is something that any normal church hates, and it will only appear in the twisted and fallen cult groups. Palin Winterburg never thought that he would see this scene in the ritual ritual venue of the God of War.

"Under normal circumstances, the 'miracle' only requires the believers to pay enough piety. The righteous god will never charge a 'price' beyond this limit," the magic lord whispered to a mage adviser beside him. "But it is obvious that the God of War has squeezed out unusual rewards in this 'miracle', and all the priests who participated in the ritual were 'sucked' dry."

"Out of control..." The mage consultant had a serious expression, "It seems that the prayer pointing to the God of War has become more dangerous than before... The balance in front of him is almost at its limit."

Palin Winterburg came to the altar and looked at the wreckage crawling beside the brazier, which could no longer be seen. He sighed softly as if he was talking to himself: "War cannot comfort the gods, and He has not improved at all... This is in line with His Majesty's judgment."

The mage consultant was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Sir, what do you think of the last message sent by Count Claymont before his death in battle?"

"Are you talking about 'dragon'?" Palin Winterburg raised his eyebrows and then slowly said in his thoughts, "Dragon...I have some information here. There have always been various sporadic reports that Gowen Cecil himself has a certain connection with the Dragon Clan, but there is no evidence that the Cecil Empire and the real dragon clan established diplomacy. Therefore, if I guess it is correct, the dragon mentioned by Count Claymont... should not be a real dragon, but a dragon descendant."

"Dragonborn?" The mage consultant subconsciously repeated the word, "You mean... the Holy Dragon Principality?"

"Cecil successfully knocked on the gate of the Holy Dragon Principality. Last year, they established diplomatic relations with that mysterious country," Palin Winterburg nodded slightly. "There is still not much information about that country so far, but one thing is certain. The Holy Dragon Principality has always regarded itself as a 'dragon descendant'. They seem to have a certain degree of dragon power, but there are some books that record that they are actually incomplete dragons and cannot fly and fight like real dragons... No matter what the truth behind this, it seems that the Cecils must have received the help of those 'dragon descendants'."

The mage consultant lowered his head and said regretfully: "...so, we took another big step with our opponent without realizing it."

"Yes, we have also tried to establish contact with the Duchy of Holy Dragon, but after several encounters, we chose to give up... This may be a huge loss," Palin Winterburg shook his head. "There may be more hidden behind this. We are unable to investigate more. Let's report everything that happened here to Aldernan."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the still cloudy sky through the circular patio in the center of the assembly hall - the power of the gods had faded, and those clouds were now just ordinary clouds.

"No matter what the future is, everything that happens here today... is destined to be recorded in history."

...

Rosetta Augustus listened quietly to the battle reports from the front line, with no sadness or joy on his face. Peidinan Wendell stood beside him, and was also silent as if he was a sculpture.

This intelligence came directly from the Winter Castle. Although it spans a long distance, there was almost no delay in time. Under the direct promotion of the Royal Mage Society and the Royal Cabinet, the communication systems in various important areas of the Empire have been upgraded and replaced at any cost in the past period of time. The new communication array replaced the old communication technology, and the personnel process in the entire communication tower network has also been greatly simplified. Now, important intelligence from the border area to the imperial capital no longer has to go through the cumbersome forwarding, transcription and delivery process, but can be directly sent to Rosetta Augustus' office.

Before the snowstorm at the border ended, Aldernan already knew the result of the air battle.

After the communication was over, Rosetta was silent for a moment and looked at his side: "Pei Dinanqing, what do you think?"

"From the short-term results, we finally destroyed the Cecils' offensive power in the Shadow Swamp. For some time, they could no longer use armored trains to launch "steel propulsion" - although the Cecils had two armored trains, they could not all drive to the front line. In addition, we have successfully eliminated a large amount of their air power and explored some of the opponent's strength. This is the first time we have achieved such positive gains on the air battlefield since the war started. Of course, the price we paid was very high, and even... can be described as miserable," Pei Dinnan shook his head, "The above-mentioned results were exchanged for the annihilation of the National First, Second, and Fourth Griffon Knights. Count Claymont died in battle, and the two combat mages he led were almost wiped out."

"There are almost one-third of the 172 conventional knights who have been fighting to this point...there are also one-tenths of the 96 combat mages," Rosetta sighed softly, "In order to clear the 'pollution' in the Knights, this price is not uncommon..."

Rosetta's words made Pei Dinnan's face become more serious. The old duke knew that those were not just numbers.

That is the threshold that the upper class of Tifeng can bear, and it is also the critical point for the Augustus royal family to rely on royal authority to maintain domestic order. Although the royal family and some real nobles know part of the truth behind this war and know that this war is essentially eliminating "pollution", this does not mean that all this can be dealt with by simply adding and subtracting.

People are dead on the front line every day, and the royal family is constantly sending the army and nobles to the "Winter Wolf Castle Meat Grinder". The pressure brought by all this will continue to accumulate, and the entire empire has its limits to this.

Even if the emperor himself is skilled and the authority of the royal family is awesome, this awe and trust cannot be consumed infinitely.

"It's almost done," Rosetta suddenly said softly.

Pei Dinnan looked at the other party: "Your Majesty?"

"Prepare, Pei Dinanqing," Rosetta stood up from behind the desk, saying casually as if he had ordered the dinner of the day, "It's almost time for us to go to the front line."

Pei Dinnan was stunned for a moment, then widened his eyes: "How can you..."

"This is a necessary part," Rosetta said lightly, "you just go and prepare."
Chapter completed!