Chapter 352, Today, I see God! I see that cold bloody sun!
The tall mobile fortress that hit the city wall turned into a staircase.
A hole was torn open in this solid human fortress.
The ratmen swarming up, raising their weapons high and shouting excitedly, were about to flood the fortress almost instantly.
The Grand Duke, who stood in front of the gap in the mobile fortress and wore gorgeous armor, was the commander-in-chief of the noble coalition.
Like a rock standing on the shore constantly welcoming the waves.
It’s just a pity that the waves are endless.
The fighting continued for a long time until everything was torn down and burned.
At night, the fortress that had blocked the rat people for so much time fell down and turned into ruins, with nothing left.
The grand duke's gorgeous armor was stained with blood, and there were many deep and shallow bumps on the armor, but the most terrible thing was probably the rod that penetrated through the chin. Broken skulls, bloody spears.
He was hung high on this ruins.
A carnival is going on, a carnival in this ruins.
In order to capture this fortress, the rat people paid a high price, with corpses everywhere, but how can I put it, the rat people don't really care about the death of their companions.
In the dark night, flames were burning on the ruins, and there were endless shrill and harsh sounds. Sneaky guys were running wantonly on the ruins, rummaging through the messy ruins for all kinds of things. objects, arguments and fights from time to time, and then dispersed when the war priests arrived.
A carnival is going on.
………….
A piece of unsettling news reached everyone's ears quickly.
The rat people broke through the fallen fortress, and almost in just two or three days, they abused the other side again.
The defenders in Mountain Dew City abandoned the city and fled. The Golden Province fell again, and the rat people were coming soon.
How will they respond this time?
In fact, things were worse than they imagined.
When they got the news, the rat people had already rushed out of the Golden Province and took back the land that had been taken into their hands.
And compared to the fierce resistance they encountered during the last Rat War invasion, this time the enemies the rat people have to face are obviously not that difficult.
After several wars, the rat people almost defeated the noble knights who were the backbone of the human empire.
Confusion is secondary.
What is the human empire doing at this moment to stop the rat-men who are about to come again?
City of the Sun.
A group of mages found the depressed Caesar.
In the dark room.
The precision machinery bursting with faint blue light was displayed in front of Caesar.
In this war with the Ratmen, the mages gained nothing but nothing.
Some of the remains of lightning cannons were found and dismantled by them.
It is a pity that the lightning cannon of the rat people did not bring them much technical inspiration.
They are all very common things.
Rough lines and simple energy pathways, but the energy source is extremely simple.
They obtained the blue bones that were cut into small pieces.
No different than the rat people, these ghost-eyed people are also amazed by the soul energy contained in the ghost blue bones.
Compared with the rat people's crude and nascent magic energy technology, the ghostly-eyed human mages can more efficiently utilize the soul energy contained in these ghostly blue bones.
Used to make special magic equipment, or to improve the mental power of mages.
At this time, a magic device using blue bones as an energy source was placed in front of Caesar.
It's an arm.
Caesar stared silently at the arm that was brought to him.
After a long time, he finally spoke.
“Can I try?”
The leader of the group of mages, the old mage wearing a robe with a patch of snow-white hair and beard, responded to Caesar with a smile. .
"Of course!"
Caesar picked up the metal arm in front of him with his remaining hand, and simply connected it. After the faint blue lines lit up, the arm was successfully completed. Install.
From the initial unfamiliarity, to the gradual familiarity, this metal arm, this complex magical device, gave Caesar a very strange feeling, as if this machine was alive. .
The old mage did not stop speaking.
Telling to Caesar slowly and steadily.
"Your Highness Caesar, this arm is just a hastily made thing. We will have better works for you in the future.
The entire empire is in chaos.
< br>But we all understand that there are no more options. Three hundred years ago, the pioneer archmage of the Empire's first magic academy explored this world, and the results were not optimistic
Except for that one glance. The great pioneer archmage found nothing in the endless ocean.
If we lose this war, we will also find nothing but sea water. "
Caesar has initially adapted to this magic arm, and is already controlling the fingers on it to swing slowly.
This magic arm is very important to him.
He was sure of this from the first moment on the connection.
At least, at least it can make him no longer look like a useless person and allow him to stand up again.
During this period of time, Caesar could not help but look forward to this scene many times.
Although the things given by these mages did not fully meet his expectations, the intact arms turned into such weird instruments.
But this is what he expected.
His eyes stayed on the arm glowing with blue light for a long time. Finally, Caesar disassembled the arm himself.
Looking at the old mage.
“Can this arm allow me to hold the sword again?”
Asking this most important question was met with silence.
“No.”
Caesar shook his head and waved his hand.
"I'll think about it for a few more days."
This was an unexpected answer. At least this group of mages didn't expect it. They just wanted to say something, so what? The guards standing in the distance were already approaching.
Soon, silence returned to the room again.
Caesar's shoulder is still moving unconsciously, as if there is an arm connected to it, as if it is complete.
It's just a pity that there is nothing, nothing above.
The old mage's thoughts can be easily guessed. After all, who can still have such prestige now that it is easy to control.
And the most important thing is that they still have to rely on them to take advantage of this kind of prestige.
After all, a hero who can stand up is a real hero.
A knight of the dawn who can no longer hold the sword is a good knight of the dawn.
It’s just that Caesar doesn’t want to be reduced to a real pawn, even if he can never stand up again.
He needs to leave some room for himself.
Is it just the way he used to be?
When I was thinking about those complicated things, a thought crossed my mind. brought silence.
A long time later, Caesar himself gave the answer.
Maybe not.
It’s just that the change is not surprising to him.
After all, he has lost too much, he has lost too much.
Sighed in silence.
While struggling, I turned over and pushed open the window, only to hear a burst of excited conversation.
"You haven't seen that the things those mages tinkered with can really make His Highness stand up!
Really!"
But it was the soldier who was still guarding him who conveyed the news in excitement.
Well, not everything Caesar lost together.
Many Jihadi soldiers did not leave after the end of this war and stayed with Caesar for various reasons, from no longer having a home to go back to, to bowls of meat porridge.
Just gathered around Caesar.
While looking at these guys, Caesar was able to cheer up a bit.
A towering tower was built on the icy plateau where violent elemental storms were still sweeping across.
Countless elements were stirred up at this moment, and an unprecedented elemental storm entered the brewing stage.
Brings inspiration.
The mage who presided over the fall of this tower received a revelation. At this moment, he saw a lot.
The world that revolves around the sun is not only these, but also the twinkling stars, the misty and chaotic world. What did he see? He saw a star that almost occupied the entire field of vision. What a star. Unimaginable, one! A cold bloody sun!
At this moment, the poor guy's body began to shake involuntarily.
The expression on his face also changed violently as his body shook.
Surprise, confusion, fear, horror, and piety, yes, piety. Involuntarily, he felt that many chaotic voices were singing in his mind. Involuntarily, he and the voices in his mind sang together. chant.
Involuntarily, involuntarily, he began to sing loudly about His greatness.
He began to call out to the gods.
In the towering tower on the icy plateau, many young mages cast their eyes on their teacher with great concern.
As one of the few masters of inscriptions and tectonics in the empire.
From the proposal of the plan, to the site selection, to the final completion of this tower, almost everything was led by their school.
When the tower was about to be built, their teacher had a premonition that there would be an elemental storm. However, no one expected that this elemental storm would be so fierce that it would almost separate them from the outside world. All contact channels have been cut off.
However, the tower they built was strong enough. Even if the elemental storm was so violent, it did not shake the tower.
But their teacher seemed to have some problems.
Finally, the senior brother among them mustered up the courage and leaned towards the teacher who had been sitting on the ground since the elemental storm started blowing, muttering to himself in a low voice.
"What's wrong with you, teacher?"
But his balance was suddenly broken. He was caught by his teacher who was mumbling in a low voice and grabbed him by the shoulder.
The force was so strong that it almost knocked him down to the ground.
The face with an extremely exaggerated smile was immediately in front of him.
“I’m nothing, I’m nothing, I just saw the great God, I just saw the great God!”
“God! God! How great, how great!
Great God!”
Confusing words couldn’t help but pop out of the mouth of the always calm and wise teacher. Although there was a smile on his face, there was an exaggerated smile, but But he could clearly see the unquenchable pain from his expression.
At this time, a young mage not far away was frightened and screamed, attracting the teacher's attention.
A sharp and twisted roar.
"How dare you, why don't you sing praises to the gods, the gods are so great!"
The spell was condensed in an instant, and in the sound of the rocks hitting, flesh and blood splashed everywhere.
The frightened shouts continued, and their teacher also started to move.
Under the gaze of the young mage who fell to the ground, everyone died.
Everyone in this tower died, only him and the teacher were left.
Soon after, the teacher came back covered in blood. The teacher was very pleased that he could keep quiet and did not kill him.
In front of him.
Using the flesh, flesh and bones of the junior brothers and sisters, I started painting on the walls of the tower.
A bloody sun slowly took shape.
It was depicted, but it was slightly different, missing some flesh and blood. The teacher did not use his flesh and blood, but began to dissect himself.
Just like this, he peeled himself off while laughing maniacally, adding his own blood and flesh little by little to the almost completed pattern.
The young mage survived and just witnessed all this happening in a daze.
The storm gradually stopped.
The faint blue lines outside the tower also gradually dimmed.
A group of mages appeared outside this tower. Your Excellency and his students in the tower have not contacted them for a long time.
Many of your Excellencies are anxiously waiting for the news to come back from this tower.
They are eager to know whether the envisioned endless magic tower has succeeded.
Ever since, they appeared here.
Even if the storm gradually subsides, this icy plateau is not safe enough.
In doubt, the leading battle mage opened the door of the tower.
A horrifying and bizarre scene appeared in front of them.
The noble Lord died, with a twisted and ferocious smile of satisfaction, in a disembowelled posture.
His students were nowhere to be seen, except for a guy sitting blankly on the ground.
The leading battle mage walked quickly over and came to the only guy who was still alive.
Ask loudly.
"What happened! What happened here!"
With such shouts, the dumb guy came back to his senses. Finally, he came back to his senses. .
A strange and ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"We saw the gods, we saw the real gods in that storm!"
Follow his line of sight.
The battle mage captain looked at the wall of the tower, where a cold, bloody sun was depicted.
Behind me, loud chanting sounded.
It was the dumb guy who survived.
He shouted loudly at this moment.
Shout loudly to the cold sun painted in blood, bone and flesh.
"Great God!"
Looking at this bizarre scene, the battle mage captain shuddered for no reason.
(End of this chapter)