The holographic images projected by the Magic Net terminal flashed with glow, and outlined a wonderful atmosphere mixed with fantasy and technology in the room after dusk. Gao Wen sat in front of the communicator and listened carefully to the report from Carmier from the laboratory behind.

“…Pitman has confirmed that the high-level crystal cluster giant is transformed from the priest of the Death of All Things. It is not ruled out that there will be a ‘commander’ transformed from other extraordinary people in the future. However, from this stage, the fanatical believers of the Death of All Things are the core upper level of the Crystal Cluster Legion…

"The crystal cluster giants transformed from ordinary people have smaller sizes and lower powers. Their thinking ability, or the only remaining reason, needs to be maintained by the superior individual. There is a wonderful dependence relationship between the superior crystal cluster and the subordinate crystal cluster. The lower crystal cluster giants can think, but their thinking is not complete...

"Petman and I conjecture that this unique connection between the crystal cluster giants shows that they have a certain degree of 'telomatic sense'. The commander-level crystal cluster giants may be able to control nearby units through this telepathy, or perceive the state of the distant crystal cluster legion, but this sensing will not be very clear and will decay violently with the distance. This is the conclusion drawn after several isolation control experiments.

"After losing the commander, the lower-level crystal cluster giant will quickly weaken and lose its mind, degenerating into a monster that completely relies on instinct to act. It takes about an hour to completely weaken the mind, but it will be suspended from the beginning..."

Gao Wen listened to Carmier's report without saying a word, his brows occasionally frowned and occasionally stretched.

Thanks to the researchers in the rear, the soldiers fighting on the front line do not have to face unknown enemies. As more and more infected samples are sent to the rear, as Carmier opens his memories from the Gondor era, the various characteristics of the "infected person of the gods" have finally been unveiled in front of the world.

Next to Gao Wen, the Knight Philip, who was listening, showed a thoughtful expression on his face: "A certain degree of telepathy... No wonder they were able to organize a large-scale pursuit of Saldrin in a short period of time, and maintained such a high organizational strength without regular scouts and messaging units..."

Gao Wen looked at the knight who was still young but had become an increasingly mature general: "What do you think?"

"The telepathic ability of crystal clusters is a tricky advantage, which means that their information circulation speed on a small battlefield is no worse than us, or even faster," Philip thought seriously. "But it is obvious that their telepathic ability is also very limited. The command system built on them is relatively chaotic and vague, and it is not undesirable to deal with. And I think the huge loopholes in their organizational structure are the key points compared to the advantages brought by telepathy."

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "As long as the command node is destroyed, they will quickly collapse. Irrational monsters are much easier to deal with than organized soldiers."

"I will develop a feasible tactic with the adjutant, the staff and the think tanks," Philip said with a serious face. "If it works, our advancement will definitely be accelerated further."

Gao Wen couldn't help but sigh: Without Byron making jokes next to him, Philip's brain efficiency when he was thinking about tactics was obviously rising sharply. I'm afraid that it would be not to save the thread of the supporting actor to formulate tactics...

Then Carmier continued to report the research results in the rear: "In addition, we observed and compared the magical reactions and erosions of the carriers of the gods and mutants, and gave a preliminary conclusion on the 'ritual power' that caused them to change from the carrying state to the mutated state and was related to divine interference."

Gao Wen took a light breath: "Is it really the power of the god..."

"I found activated divine factors in the body of infected people who had completely mutated into crystal cluster giants. Although they could not be completely separated due to equipment restrictions, I can judge that they have been activated by triggers. Just as the ancient Gondor Empire extracted flesh and blood and power from Amoen of the Giant Deer to create the first generation of divine evil, the Society of All Things Death must have its own "energy source" to reactivate those divine evil factors that have become recessive genetic factors. So far, although no direct evidence has been found, we can theoretically determine that the Society of All Things Death has mastered some kind of divine power, or a substitute for divine power..."

Gao Wen's expression was calm on his face, without any surprise.

Long before this disaster broke out, he had realized that all things would eventually perish and some amazing plot was brewing in the dark curtains, and vaguely speculated that this was related to the "god". After all, the three major dark sects had obviously had a close connection with the gods' realm at the beginning, and it was not surprising that their ultimate goal was directed at the gods.

After that, during his conversation with Tyre, the information leaked by the Siren who had rich eating and cooking experience in the God-Eating Realm made Gao Wen clear his guess. For this reason, he even asked Tyre to make some preparations in advance to deal with the possible terrible darkness involving gods.

At this moment, Carmier's research finally gave certain evidence from the empirical direction: all things will eventually perish, and "God" will be pulled into this battlefield.

This put a lot of pressure on Gao Wen, but he was not desperate.

The power of gods is terrible to mortals. If a certain angry true god really comes, then maybe Cecil is really powerless to resist, but will all things die and bring down a true god to help fight? Obviously it is impossible. At most, they found the flesh and blood debris similar to Amoen of the Giant Deer and activated some of its activity, or used artificial forbidden techniques to create some powerful, partially divine monsters. No matter which possibility, since it was created by those cultists with human spells, it is definitely not impossible to eliminate.

Things that cultists can control...at least they have to have blood strips?

Even if everything dies, it will create a living "artificial god" that cannot be eliminated by Cecil's artillery, and Tyre and the sirens behind her can help. Those deep-sea salted fish may not be able to deal with a true god (although they usually eat the Lord of Storm Sashimi all day long, they will eat corpses that will not resist after all). But as the fathers of the Fallen Empire who master super-age technology, they will have no problem dealing with a fake "skewer".

In addition, Gao Wen had come into contact with the battle report of the "God-killing Fleet" and was an atheist in his previous life. When facing the problems in the divine realm, he might be nervous or cautious, but he always retains a balance of fertility, although this balance may be just a confusing confidence at the moment.

But at least that is confidence.

What Gao Wen was curious about was what Philip would think after knowing that the taboo power that might be mastered in the hands of the end of everything.

"I have no idea," the young knight said with a solemn expression after hearing Gao Wen's inquiry. "It is the knight's responsibility to obey the orders of the monarch, and it is also the knight's responsibility to protect the territory and the people. Under this premise, I only care about where the enemy is, not who the enemy is."

This answer surprised Gao Wen. He looked up and down at Philip, feeling that the young man was a little unreal: "Even if there might be a god or an evil god on the other side, or something beyond human understanding?"

"Same," Philip nodded, "It's the same for everyone to charge, the only difference is whether you can come back."

Gao Wen laughed in silence, and only shook his head two seconds later: "I thought you would at least feel a little scared."

Philip's face was a little strange when he heard Gao Wen's words, and then he lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling a little embarrassed: "Actually, I'm a little scared..."

"oh?"

"So when I really get to such a battlefield, I will pull my mask down to prevent others from seeing my lips trembling. I will tie the weapon to my hands to prevent the weapon from falling off. But I should not have to write a suicide note. I don't have a wife and children, nor any other relatives. The property under my name can be directly returned to the principality..."

This answer became true in an instant.

Looking at the young knight's serious look, Gao Wen couldn't help but want to hold his forehead with his hand: "I seem to understand a little why Byron is so keen to bicker with you..."

Philip reacted for a while, but he didn't respond: "…ah?"

"Abstract, you don't need to consider issues like going to die in advance. We are fighting a war, not for dying. No one is trying to die," Gao Wen patted Philip on the shoulder, "Go arrange your tactical meeting. We must enter the Red Maple area as soon as possible. If we can open this passage as soon as possible, perhaps the last remnants of the Kingdom Army still have hope."

Philip left the barracks, and after finally reporting on some laboratory operations, Carmier also left the communication channel.

Gao Wen sat at the table. While tidying up his thoughts, his eyes swept over a message from Amber on the table:

"The situation in the East has deteriorated, and the Iron Throne has set off in Heti."

"It's good that the situation in your situation has deteriorated..." Gao Wen exhaled softly, "Save me a lot of trouble."

...

Since the emergence of the mutation, the entire Eastern Legion was swallowed up in a thick fog, and the communications of the entire area west of Solin Castle were cut off, and the Duke of the East and Prince Edmund had no news. The order of the entire Eastern Legion quickly slid into the abyss of disorder.

Rumors were everywhere, and no one was in charge. The local nobles who were left in the East smelled a terrible breath, but no one had the ability to grasp the entire situation or restrain the order of the East. News about the annihilation of the legion was rampant. The small families first lost control, followed by the higher-level noble lords. Chaos spread from west to east. The eastern region, which was originally a solid-piece under the joint constraints of Prince Edmund and Duke Loren, showed signs of fragmentation, which made the situation even more sharply. The terrible news came from the border area bordering the Holy Spirit Plain in the west.

An army of monsters stood up on the wreckage of the Eastern Legion and wandered around the Holy Spirit Plain.

Those monsters seemed to have not focused on the east side. Their target should be Saint Sunil further north, but the existence of the monster army itself defeated the last ray of restraint that allowed the nobles of the East to maintain basic order.

The nobles on the ground quickly made the most normal response in this era: summoning vassals and family generals, blocking the territory's borders, returning to separatist state overnight, and then in the tense confrontation, vigilance against monsters, and mutual vigilance, the situation in the entire region instantly tense into a pot of tinea oil.

Under such circumstances, Baisha Mining Company, the bridgehead of the Principality of Cecil, sent vital intelligence to the territory.

A war machine that had just completed all technical inspections and tests in the Glen area responded to this information and rushed to the east.

The magic-filled road extends on the earth, and continuous magic shields cover the entire track. With the low sound of steel wheels and magic mechanisms, a huge train is solemnly sailing into the Baisha Mining Area.

In the already orange-colored sunset, its body covered with solid steel armor flashed with cold light. Large train track cannons and densely arranged gun towers shone brightly in the sunset. Its carriage was filled with fully armed soldiers and heavily armored white knights. Its chassis was fixed with neatly arranged chariots and tow howitzers. It was like a fully armed steel castle, or even a walking fortress wall, heavy and majestic.

Holme, the general manager of Baisha Mining Company, stood on the tower next to the station, quietly watching the miracle of the magic industry, the treasure of engineering, and the symbol of Cecil's power

Armored train, Iron Throne.

Twenty minutes later, Hom stood on the platform used to load and unload ore and heavy machinery on weekdays, and saw the middle-aged knight who was commanding the Iron Throne, wearing black magic armor, with deep eyes and vicissitudes of face.

"I'm glad to meet you, Sir Maryland."
Chapter completed!