Sword of Dawn

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Enormous, terrifying, chaotic, crazy, and desperate oppressive force hit his face, Heragor felt as if his brain was boiling, but this time, instead of lowering his head, he supported his body with both hands, and started a millimeter Struggling by the millimeter, trying to stand up.

The god just stood there calmly, staring at the dragon priest who was struggling to get up with an indifferent expression, and his voice was as cold as a cold wind that spanned millions of years: "Are you ready?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Even if that makes you part of the Omega?"

"As long as the chains are smashed, there will always be new seedlings growing from the ruins," Heragor finally stood up slowly, and for the first time in millions of years, he looked directly into the eyes of the gods, "We will become Soil, and the seed...was already planted."

"Very good," the god stood in front of him, and the natural glow that had not been filtered by any technical means slanted and sprinkled on him, like an orange-red cloak hanging from the sky, magnificent and magnificent, and between the glow and the clouds, The faint and distorted huge phantom has been looming, and he slowly opened his hands, as if to embrace this country, and said slowly, "So today...you are adults."

In the next moment, the "truth" that was once hidden from the perception of mortals shattered the fragile barrier of reality, and the dragon of chaos, which covered the sky and the sun, suddenly appeared in the sky above Tarrond, and that stretched kilometer after kilometer The undulating and distorted limbs are stretched in the sunlight, and countless eyes, mouths, and arm-like structures appear one by one on the limbs.

At the same moment, the golden female figure on the terrace of the temple disappeared into the brilliance. The high-ranking dragon priest stood upright, watching this scene with a blank expression. He closed his eyes as Heragor. , and then as an individual of a certain branch of Omega, those eyes slowly opened again.

The last dragon clan with self-will in Tarrond disappeared. Now, tens of millions of dragons have awakened as Omega.

Every dragon has been implanted with a resonant core that can directly connect with the Omega network since its birth. Every dragon is an extension of Omega's flesh and blood. This is a plan that has been implemented for millions of years. Another generation of dragons has been waiting for this day for a long time - on this day, Omega will wake up from his deep sleep, and the will of all dragons will be taken over by machinery. In a sense, the dragons of this world... Extinct one day.

With the "extinction" of the dragon race, the bridge between mortals and gods disappeared, and the chaos dragon that enveloped Tarrond changed almost instantly. The body formed by the fusion of limbs is fluctuating violently. Countless limbs disintegrate and disappear in this fluctuation. The shrinking and wriggling body shrinks and weakens rapidly in the violent evaporation. It shrank from covering the entire continent to being only one-third the size of Tarrond, and in the next minute, it shrank to the size of a city, and finally stabilized at this scale——He still covered the sky , but is no longer invincible.

Countless dragons flew from every corner of the entire country, and the weapon arrays buried deep underground that had been dusted for countless years also woke up. The hatches of the ancient missile silos were opened, and the ancient beasts dormant on the seabed The turret rose to the surface of the sea. In this cold and long day, the dragons were late for 1807 million years. The day of adulthood... finally arrived.

……

The magnificent scenery like a fiery meteor lasted for a whole few minutes, and the burning fragments that burst from the sky above Winterhold even far exceeded the theoretical limit that the iron-gray giant could split, as if it was sprinkled at this moment. The earth is not only a fallen god, but also a part of the "divine kingdom" connected to this god was involved in this world in the big bang.

Then, all this finally stopped, and the sky of the Winterhold Fortresses became clear and calm again.

The sun shines at dusk, slanting down from the end of the horizon, sprinkled on this uncooled battlefield, the defense line stretching for hundreds of miles, scorching scorched earth, rising smoke and dust, disabled surviving soldiers, sacrificed Soldiers, destroyed fortifications, castles still standing in the setting sun... everything is bathed in this glorious golden light, and at this short moment, it seems that everything in the world has stopped.

The howling north wind blew up again, and the cold wind rolled up dust and snow in the distance, waking up some soldiers and commanders who were staring blankly at the sky. People realized that the battle was over, and did not realize that the desperately powerful "enemy" had actually fallen. Everyone was immersed in great confusion, and it was not until a few minutes later that some sporadic signs began to appear. The soldiers shouted, and some commanders received a message from their superiors that "the battle is over".

Rosetta Augustus stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the secret magic hall. Here he could not hear the cheers on the battlefield, nor could he hear the voices of the dying and wounded. The whole world became quiet, as quiet as before. The fierce battle was completely an illusion. He looked up and saw those strangely shaped aircraft and soldiers still hovering over Winterhold, and the incredible white spider had disappeared at some point.

The communication crystal not far behind buzzed, and the runes on the surface lit up one after another. Palin Winterhold's voice sounded from the crystal: "Your Majesty, are you alright, Your Majesty? We had an accident just now... we Seeing the situation in the sky, we..."

"We won," Rosetta said flatly, still not taking her eyes off the sky. "It seems that our neighbor has also hidden a lot of good cards... This time, it's a good thing."

"As long as you are safe," the voice of the Earl of Winterhold came immediately, "A part of the main wall on the west side of the castle has collapsed, your location may not be safe, please leave there as soon as possible - I have sent someone to the Secret Magic Hall to meet you ..."

"No, wait any longer," Rosetta interrupted the Earl of Winterhold suddenly, "I still have some things to deal with here."

"His Majesty?"

"You and Duke Ferdinand at the bottom of the mountain should deal with the post-war affairs first, we now have a huge mess to clean up," Rosetta said calmly, with unquestionable meaning, "Although the enemy has been defeated, he left The damage is still spreading, and the faster we clean up the aftermath, the more people we can save. And we have other things to do - the debris that fell from the sky in the final stage is scattered all over the battlefield, no one Knowing what impact they will have, bring a group of mages who can still move, and try to collect those wreckages as much as possible... The Cecils should also start to act."

"Yes, Your Majesty! Then you..."

"I'm safe here, and I'll contact you later—don't let people approach the Secret Magic Hall until I receive my order."

"……I understand."

The Earl of Winterhold's communication hung up, and Rosetta was slightly relieved, then turned and returned to the center of the secret magic hall.He glanced at the phantom walls that had been shattered by the last magic impact, and the slightly messy hall: the shock wave caused by the fall of the God of War and the close-range explosion of the Annihilation Wound had already caused a certain degree of damage to this sturdy hall, The walls were cracked, and the roof was also slightly damaged. The fallen debris and dust laid a thick layer on the ground, and a set of tables and chairs in the center of the hall was also covered in dust.

"It's not very suitable for hospitality...but it doesn't matter."

He muttered casually, summoned an invisible cyclone with his hand, and after blowing off most of the dust on the surface of the chair, he sat down casually. He took the teapot beside him and poured himself a cup of cold black tea.

After taking a sip of tea, he sat here quietly, as if waiting for some kind of fate to come, and behind him, one after another, hazy and almost transparent figures were quietly emerging from the air.

If there is an aristocratic scholar who knows the Augustus family here, he should be no stranger to these figures——

George Augustus, Marjorie Augustus, Corentina Augustus…

These are the deceased members of the Augustan family, the blood relatives of Rosetta Augustus for the past 200 years.

Some of these figures are solid, and some are so illusory that they are almost invisible. They stood quietly behind Rosetta, waiting quietly and patiently together, and their waiting did not last long. Soon, The phantom of Jory Augustus made a hollow, ethereal voice that sounded like a sigh: "It's almost time."

Almost as soon as the voice fell, an invisible wind suddenly blew up in the empty secret magic hall, and with the dusk light outside the floor-to-ceiling windows suddenly seeping into a dead, stagnant atmosphere, the roof of the entire hall The ground and the ground were instantly covered by dots of light, as if there were countless people whispering in the hall, countless sleepy whispers came from all directions, and an empty eye pupil composed of a large number of distorted and disordered lines flew quickly. Appeared before Rosetta - and with a sharp, exasperated scream: "What's going on!? What have you bloody mortals done to me? Why can't I get back to my godland, why I can't contact my body, why...why is my power constantly disappearing?!"

"Welcome back," Rosetta calmly looked at the "God's Eye" that suddenly appeared in front of her. For the first time in decades, his expression was so brisk. He even smiled and raised the teacup in his hand, " Would you like a cup of black tea? Mixed with the dust of a long history and the gunpowder smoke on the battlefield of killing gods."

"You..." God's eyes suddenly turned to Rosetta, and then noticed the blurry figures behind Rosetta, "Augustus... you small mortals... this is really What the hell are you doing?!"

"Compared to God of War, your performance as a fragment from ancient times is really ugly at the moment—God of War has fought to the last moment at least." Rosetta put down the teacup in her hand, and slowly stood up in front of the eyes of God, "You Confused? You don't know why your power is draining so fast? Don't know why you can't contact your 'body'? Don't know why you can't return to the Kingdom of God?"

The chaotic outline around the Eye of God trembled, and it was unknown whether it was anger or nervousness, but Rosetta said the answer unhurriedly:

"It's very simple, because civilization has changed. The era in your memory... is actually an ancient era before countless rounds of civilization. Your 'body' is a dream god that has long been annihilated in history. That god And his kingdom of God has long since ceased to exist, and the group of mortals who once supported you have long since been completely extinct, and now the intelligent creatures in this world have nothing to do with it, we are the remnants of the Gondor Empire, not some counter-tide descendants.

"You feel like you know a lot about the world? You feel like you're in control of the situation?

"Unfortunately, what you know is filtered by us - for which we have carefully prepared for 200 years, many generations."

Rosetta laughed, the first time in decades that he smiled so brightly, and even the figures behind him laughed one after another. Under the glaring eyes of God, he said happily :

"So here's the answer - times have changed and we didn't tell you."

Chapter 1026 A Special Meeting

The times have changed.

For a "divine split body" that was separated from the main body during the anti-tide civilization period, and then was sealed in the depths of the ground together with a set of ancient energy restraint devices, its era was as early as millions of years ago. has changed.

However, He didn't know all of this from the beginning to the end - the stagnant confinement force field, wrong time sequence, incomplete external information, and the "stage" carefully woven by a family for 200 years, wrapped Him layer by layer.

Until an hour ago, He still believed that this era was a certain section of the Age of Reverse Tide Civilization, and believed that those strange humans and their various countries in this world were the mutant survivors left after the fall of the Reverse Tide Empire.

"You woke up in the depths of Orlandelle, and all you saw was a group of dark cultists busy around you. They were delirious and extreme, and they hadn't found any way to communicate with you in years of contact. without even realizing what your essence is... Then you broke free in the Big Bang and the Big Slump, and in a state of extreme weakness, you couldn't wait to seek a mortal mind for parasitism, so you found me Your ancestors... You hide your strengths and bide your time in the collective dream of a family, using your own power to continuously erode and lure one family member after another to become your nourishment, waiting for your power to recover and return to the God Realm..."

Rosetta calmly stared at the empty eye floating in front of her, as if she didn't feel the huge pressure that the other party put on her. He spoke very slowly, and every word was very clear——

"You seem to be very confident in yourself, as if you believe that the mortals parasitized by you are powerless and dare not resist, but have you ever thought that my ancestor 200 years ago, the first Augustus parasitized by you Emperor Du... In fact, he never surrendered to you in his whole life, even after his death, until he became a part of the twilight palace, his will was still passed down in the blood of Augustus's descendants, and was inherited until the today?"

Behind Rosetta, an extremely hazy and dim shadow stood out, it was the most transparent of all shadows, it was even blurred to the point where the silhouette of a human figure could not be seen clearly, he came to Rosetta, on that transparent face I can no longer see any details of the facial features, but there is still a gaze fixed on the "body" of the Eye of God.

"You...you are that mortal emperor from 200 years ago..." God's Eye finally broke the silence in shock and anger, and with his roar, the starlight in the entire space swelled and wriggled, "How is this possible?! How could you hide an entire 'era' from me?! How could you know so many secrets about me?!"

Rosetta laughed: "What's impossible? When you choose to parasitize a mortal family, you are destined to no longer be a high god, but just a sad parasite...you can influence us We can also distort your judgment, and we are not the only ones trapped in the palace in the eternal twilight—do you think you have not been in a deep dream in the past 200 years?"

"Deep in a dream...deep in a dream..." The eyes of God trembled violently, and the lines that were so chaotic and distorted that they hardly conformed to the laws of geometry stretched in all directions as if out of control, and as His power continued to erode, the entire hall of secret magic They all began to present a strange form of transparent illusion, distorted and layered, "So... so... No wonder I haven't noticed so many obvious traces for such a long time... Well done, you guys are doing well ah!!"

An invisible shock suddenly erupted centered on the Eye of God, His words full of anger instantly turned into a muddy roar that could not be heard clearly by human ears, and could not be understood by human intelligence. The starry sky distorted and rotated in an instant, and all the starlight turned into malicious lines and phantoms. Layers of roars and coercion rushed in the direction of Rosetta Augustus, and in that roar, some A voice can still be distinguished: "You little tricks are meaningless! The mortal mind cannot resist the power of the gods - I will parasitize you again, just like 200 years ago, and this time, you will never want to keep anything Free thinking!"

Facing the malice and coercion coming to him head-on, Rosetta took two steps back irresistibly, but quickly regained his footing. Facing the enraged Eye of God, he even laughed instead: "You can give it a try—but are you sure that you still have the ability to parasitic mind?"

"It's easy for me..." The Eye of God said subconsciously, but the next second he exclaimed in astonishment, "Why..."

"After absorbing so much power from the God of War and being deeply polluted by all kinds of chaotic divine thoughts, do you still think you are the 'God of Dreams'?" Rosetta's face turned pale, but his eyes Zhongbi is always full of spirits, "We have spent 200 years stealing this 'knowledge' from you, but we didn't expect you to forget them all at the critical moment... But it is also normal, after all, you You are not the complete God of Dreams, you are just one of his split eyes, separated from the support of the body and the power of faith, you can't even survive in the real world alone... What a poor fragment."

"What right do you have to talk to me like that?!" God's eyes were furious, and countless distorted and malicious starlights shone into the secret magic hall from some distant dimensions. Although these starlights were weakening and disappearing at a rapid speed, they remained. The power seems to be enough to destroy everything in this hall—including Rosetta Augustus, and those who stood behind Rosetta and played with the Eye of God in the Twilight Palace for 200 years Shadows of the soul.

"The self-satisfied looks of you mortals make me sick, and letting you disappear from this world is the last responsibility I must fulfill—be honored, you are even qualified to die with the eyes of God!"

The frenzied roar turned into that kind of chaotic noise that humans cannot comprehend again, the surrounding starlight has begun to fill with a scorching sensation that can tear matter and spirit at the same time, death is about to come, Rosetta Augustus On the contrary, he calmed down more than ever, he showed a smile, calmly, even slightly mockingly stared at the God's Eye, whose aura had obviously weakened but was still invincible, and watched the lines escaping around the eye become more transparent and illusory , he opened his hands, ready to meet the shining of the distant stars—but at this moment, a strange female voice suddenly broke into his mind——

"Why do Roland's descendants only have the ability to wait for death?"

Rosetta opened his eyes in astonishment. Just as he was about to find the source of the sound, he suddenly heard a loud wall cracking somewhere nearby—then the surrounding starlight phantoms were suddenly torn apart. There was a huge gap, and the illusion quickly collapsed around the gap, and the original walls and roof of the secret magic hall quickly appeared.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the west side of the castle and a part of the wall were blasted with a gap by some kind of weapon. The howling cold wind poured into the hall through the gap, and a Cecil aircraft with a strange shape directly crashed into the secret method through this gap. In the hall, the metal shell, the wings, and the bottom of the cone brought large sparks on the floor and walls all the way, and it stopped in front of Rosetta like a reckless giant beast, and the latter... was dumbfounded.

Then, he finally saw the astonishing details of the weird Cecil aircraft—he saw a "container" with a diameter of more than two meters installed on the machine base of the inverted cone. In this short moment, he and the brain "faced each other's eyes". This should be a horrifying or even terrifying scene, but he felt a kind of heartfelt emotion. , As if the feeling of being connected by blood came up from nowhere.

In the next second, there was another strange buzzing sound inside the aircraft "installed" with the brain, and then the surface of the brain and certain mechanical structures of the aircraft lit up with the brilliance of the runes, the invisible spiritual power The field unfolded, and a long, spider-like limb emerged from the air out of thin air, and quickly pierced towards the God's Eye that was rapidly dissipating not far away.

Rosetta subconsciously looked in the direction of the jointed limb, but before he could clearly see what happened next, a blinding white light suddenly filled his entire vision.

A short and intense dizziness hit Rosetta, who realized that his mind had been invaded, but this invasion did not make him feel any sense of crisis—after quickly adapting to the sense of confusion of space replacement, the The scene gradually stabilized, and he found that he had come to an unusually wide space.

The endless water surface extends infinitely in the field of vision, and the water surface is as calm as a mirror; the sky is as clear as washing, and there are thin clouds floating on the blue background, as well as countless symbolic formulas and mechanical parts that are constantly rotating and reorganizing among the clouds ; Large and small platforms of unknown purpose float on the water in the distance, and the platform is covered by a vague barrier, and the specific scene above cannot be seen.

This is what Rosetta saw when she opened her eyes.

After a while, he recovered from his astonishment, and saw that a round table had appeared in front of him at some point, surrounded by a few white and simple but elegant high-backed chairs, and two figures were standing on the round table Beside, it seems to be waiting for himself.

After seeing the appearance of one of the figures clearly, his pupils subconsciously contracted, but the next second his expression became relaxed, even more relaxed than before.

Gawain Cecil - no surprise.

Rosetta walked towards the round table. His feet stepped on the water, and he could clearly feel that the ground under his feet was not solid, but he didn't feel the slightest sinking.

When he came to Gawain Cecil, he first looked him up and down, then looked around, and then he smiled and looked back: "Then, I should call you Gawain Cecil here, Or an outsider?"

"It seems that the disciples of the Eternal Sleepers you recruited have revealed a lot of useful information to you," Gawain smiled, and pointed to a seat by the round table, "Sit down, everyone who comes here has Location."

"Thank you." Rosetta nodded, and sat down casually. Immediately, exquisite refreshments appeared in front of him, and a tea cup was filled by itself.

Gao Wen glanced at him with some surprise: "You don't look very surprised?"

"This war against the gods has developed so far, and there are really too many things beyond my expectations at the beginning," Rosetta said calmly, "In contrast, the 'outside wanderer' is at least my intelligence report. seen."

As soon as he finished speaking, a female voice came from another seat beside the round table: "I thought you would greet me first—by your generation, the etiquette situation of the Augustus family is already so worrying Is it?"

The woman who spoke was another figure who had been standing beside Gao Wen from just now.

Rosetta's attention was completely focused on Gao Wen, the "outer-territory wanderer" who deserves vigilance, so that he didn't notice who the other person at the round table was for a while - besides, he didn't notice that person at the first time. Zhang's strange face was matched with anyone he knew in his memory. It was only when he heard the other person speak that he suddenly realized that it was the strange female voice he had heard when facing God's Eye, so he was surprised turned his gaze.

He saw the other person's appearance clearly, and saw that it was an elegant and dignified beautiful lady in a light green dress. He recalled a little and confirmed that he did not know this person, but then his heart moved again, He vaguely noticed something strange—although he didn't know this person, he had seen this face somewhere...

The lady in the long green dress frowned slightly: "Why, could it be that you have already burned my portrait?"

Rosetta Augustus finally remembered where his sense of familiarity came from, and the other person's face was aligned with something in his memory, making his eyes widen instantly: "You...you are..."

"You see, there are still some things that will surprise you even more." Gao Wen who was sitting on the side laughed, and said casually as if gossiping, "Come, drink tea."

Rosetta didn't pay attention to Gawain's words and the refreshments in front of him, he just stared and looked up and down at the woman sitting opposite him, frowning slightly: "You are Bertila Ogu Stu?"

"You should add honorifics," the woman said lightly, "at least I didn't ask you to bow here."

"Well, maybe I should call you 'you'," Rosetta said calmly, "so you have indeed lived in some form until now?"

Bertila keenly captured the key words in the other party's words: "'Indeed'...It seems that you know something."

"...the royal family has many ancient records, as well as sporadic investigation records about those family members who disappeared mysteriously in history," Rosetta hesitated before continuing, "In addition, I have some...personal records. source of information."

"Well, it's not bad, but this topic is not very pleasant to me," Bertila thought of the extinct society of the end of all things, and some of the dark cultists who used to be active all over the world made her She shook her head, "This is the end of the cordial and friendly family meeting. It's time for us to talk about some serious business."

Chapter 1027 Community

Under the infinitely high blue sky, the mirror-like shallow water extends to the end of the line of sight. In this unbelievably vast world, anyone who is in it will inevitably have a growing sense of smallness.

Rosetta couldn't help but looked around the place again, and then retracted her gaze, and said with a hint of emotion: "Those Eternal Sleepers once described the power of 'outside wanderers'...someone mentioned that the chosen ones are eligible Meet the Outlander rogues directly in a special space, but none of them have actually seen this place - is this what they say?"

"Almost—but those believers have a lot of misunderstandings about me," Gawain smiled, "They seem to exaggerate my... danger too much, and since they choose to fall to Typhon, they must not use very good words to describe my 'enemy'."

Rosetta looked at Gao Wen very seriously, even though he was in a strange space, even though he seemed to have no initiative at all, he still seemed very calm here, without any feeling of involuntary control: " I'm curious—whether you, Gawain Cecil, or an extraterritorial wanderer... Are you a human being in this world, or a wandering, god-like existence?"

Gao Wen spread his hands: "I just cooperated with you to defeat a god. I thought we already had the most basic trust."

Rosetta was unmoved, she didn't even change her expression, she just continued to look at Gao Wen.

"Well, you can regard me as a traveler, a 'human' who is similar to you, but with some special experiences and special abilities," Gawain sighed helplessly, and said in a more casual manner, "This kind of The way of understanding is more helpful for us to establish a friendly and trusting relationship-don't think about 'extraterritorial rogue', more often this name is just to deter those dark cultists."

Rosetta frowned, always with a thoughtful expression on his slightly gloomy face, and he broke the silence after a few seconds: "So, what do you want to talk to me about by bringing me to this 'place'? "

"Just a touch—you know, since the outbreak of this 'war', the communication between Typhon and Cecil has fallen into a semi-stagnant state, which is very dangerous, and now the biggest threat has finally disappeared, I I think we need to make contact as soon as possible, which will help to avoid any... chaos between the two countries under high tension," Gao Wen said seriously, "After all, our two militaries are currently in a very difficult situation together. On the chaotic post-war scorched earth.”

Gawain's tone was very friendly, even with a sense of casual gossip, but Rosetta could hear a lot of deep meaning from these calm words. He took a deep look at Gawain before speaking slowly : "This fire is burning enough—neither you nor I should want it to keep burning."

"It seems that we have reached a consensus on the general direction," Gao Wen looked into Rosetta's eyes, "then this is the basis for returning to the negotiating table—how to slowly extinguish this fire, we There will be time to talk slowly at the negotiating table afterwards."

Rosetta's expression remained calm, but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.He knew that one of the worst scenarios in his many post-war scenarios would not come to pass, and while it might not be cheap, it was better than a war that spread to Aldernan.After relaxing slightly, he couldn't help but look at Gao Wen again, and said very bluntly: "To be honest, I thought you wouldn't stop——for Cecil, this is a rare opportunity , Typhon is so weak at this moment, Aldernan is almost in front of your eyes."

Rosetta's straightforwardness even surprised Gawain, he glanced at the Typhon ruler unexpectedly, and raised his eyebrows: "Then guess, why didn't I do this?"

Rosetta was silent for a moment before saying in a deep voice: "You can't eat the entire Typhon—this vast and densely populated land will only sink Cecil after the war. Besides, I can't think of anything better reason."

Gawain took a deep look at the other party, and he had to admit that Rosetta was at least half right.

He really thought about letting the fire continue to burn, and even took this opportunity to directly attack Aldernan and merge the two human empires into one. This seems to be a very attractive option, even exciting—— Unfortunately, the logic of the real world is not so simple.

As Rosetta said, Cecil couldn't eat the whole of Typhon, not even a third of it—Typhon was not the wild and backward southern border, nor was it Ansu, who was as white as paper after the civil war. In its territory, there are no "insiders" who are willing to take the entire aristocratic system to join them sincerely like the original Victoria and Patwin. It is a modern empire that has entered a period of industrial development, with a clear and strict official system, and the people have begun to civilize , that vast land has a population of nearly [-] million, a stable ruling order, an independent and complete cultural system, and countless people and officials who are loyal to the Augustus royal family... This is the same as Ansu back then. Not a concept at all.

The above points, even after experiencing this war, have not changed much.

On the other hand, Gao Wen is also very aware of Cecil's own situation: under the surface of prosperity brought about by advanced technology and transnational trade, there is still a country that has just emerged from the shadow of the civil war, and many regions are still doing their best to recover and build. In this country, the wounds caused by the civil war in the previous dynasty and the divine disaster have just healed, and the gaps in the officials and clerks of the government affairs departments all over the country are barely filled up to now. It's over, the last round of the food crisis has just passed safely, and the current food reserves in the treasury... are not even enough to sustain this war until this autumn.

If you really want to fight, with the current situation of Typhon, Cecil's army may really be able to fight to Aldernan - but it can only be a quagmire enough to drag Cecil into it.The Typhons will not be easily defeated like the Southern Nobles and Holy Spirit Plain Nobles. The continuous small-scale conflicts will probably last until next year or even the next year. A new ruling order cannot be established, and the huge new population will far exceed Serbia The processing limit of the Cecil Administration Office, long-term deficits will wear down Cecil's weak reserves, and the ensuing shortage of supply and deterioration of social security will snowball out of control.

In more than a dozen deductions by the Archon, Neural Network, Naritil and other parties, the final conclusion is almost the same: Typhon cannot be completely occupied, nor can it be completely assimilated, and Cecil will eventually withdraw from this quagmire , in addition to several years of economic stagnation or even regression, the only gains for the two countries are the hatred that will last for about two to three generations, and the collapse of the prestige of the Supreme Government Office.

Maybe it would have been different if the war had been postponed for a few more years -- but the real world doesn't have that many "ifs."