Silent Crown Chapter 762: Miracles
No one knows the outcome of this battle.
It wasn't until twenty hours later that the invisible wall covering the northern waters completely collapsed.
The musicians from various countries who followed soon witnessed the apocalyptic scene.
The sky is shattered, even in the daytime, after the bursting atmosphere, the original darkness of the universe is still revealed. The stars are dim, and the vicious rays penetrate the dry air and shine on the cracked seabed.
The seabed is barren and has decayed into gray-black sand. On the sand, there is an unquenchable red flame, which burns day and night without seeing an end.
Countless seas roared and rushed, trying to heal the tragic scar, but it was blocked by the invisible force remaining there.
The gap between the physical world and the etheric world cannot be repaired naturally. A large amount of unknown aura leaked from the etheric world lingers on that sea area, forming a weird and gorgeous rainbow light.
Most of the musicians who entered it never came out.
After that, the Blue King was still in the dark world, and the Son of God had not left the Caucasus, as if nothing had happened.
Two hours later, the analysis report of the lighthouse was sent to the Golden Palace and placed on the table of the old musician.
The old musician stared silently at the analysis results of hundreds of musicians combined with lighthouse observations, expressionless.
Unlike many people expected that the King of Youth was slightly injured and the Shire was severely injured, the results of the lighthouse's analysis pointed out that the King of Youth was not injured, but he did not kill Shire either.
For the old musician, the more important thing is the etheric linear graph of the entire battle given by the lighthouse.
From the very beginning, ascended to the realm of natural disasters, with violent ups and downs, and the terrorist force that could tear dozens of cities continued to soar. In the end, hundreds of elements collided, destroyed, and dissipated.
The collision between the sacred cauldron and Eden caused a devastating disaster. Fortunately, the two sides closed their hands before the consequences could not be controlled, otherwise the battle of the Holy City would repeat itself.
After the collapse of the abyss, the meaning of the Moon of Silence has disappeared. The Moon of Silence may have been completely hidden in the source, no matter how out of control the war between the Holy Cauldron and Eden, it will no longer be It's blocked out.
The King of Blue and the Charles themselves are the surrogates of the Sacred Cauldron and Eden. The battle between the two people is behind the collision of the two systems. If the two sides enter a full-scale war, the aftermath of the battle may spread to this world. .
Now, the King of Yellow has also disappeared without a trace. I am afraid that the last time he returned to the market was his last shot. It is unrealistic to expect him to appear again to clean up his hands.
Therefore, without the safety valve, the survival of the human world is in the hands of both parties.
I can only say that, fortunately, both sides ended up in the end.
Otherwise, before the winner is determined, I am afraid that the victory or defeat is meaningless.
After a long time, the old musician lowered his head feebly and sighed hoarsely.
Is the son of God of the Caucasus raised to this level...
No, it's better to say that according to the heck of the speed of the observation, it should be more exaggerated than it is now. On the contrary, there should be something that dragged him down and prevented him from fully exerting his strength...
Always, Asgard’s greatest confidence is the support of the three kings, in addition to the exaggerated national strength, but now, the other side has been able to face the strongest king of blue without knowing it.
And...even to the point where the winner is not even allowed.
In the silence, his expression was indifferent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Until the door was knocked, the soldiers of the Zhuniao clan stood at the door with a gray face, holding the front-line military newspaper in his hand.
"Your Excellency, the news from the front line..."
"Well, I see."
The old musician didn't listen to him, he just pointed to the table: "Let it be there."
The soldier left, and silence returned again.
The old musician glanced at the report, and didn't even have the strength to open it.
Is it necessary to watch...
Fiasco!
A terrible defeat!
Not only was the sea defeated across the board, the main force of the Asgard navy, known as the invincible, was completely maimed, and even the sea fortresses were captured by the enemy.
Klein, commanding the frontline, is said to have committed suicide after surrendering...
If it is not for a small part of the fleet that has not left the port with the main force, otherwise the invincible fleet can now be cancelled.
Not only that, at the same time, the Frost Giant Legion of Fort Blanc was also defeated in the revenge action of the Knights of the Round Table. Under the unreasonable weapon of Longwei armor, more than half of the battle was damaged, and now he can barely maintain the defensive position and wait for domestic reinforcements.
Asgard spent a lot of materials and manpower in this war. In anticipation, I can even imagine the mighty force of defeating Angru within ten days, but now he has carried such a huge amount in the gutter. Somersault.
Although Asgard’s production capacity can make up for the navy’s lost warships again in less than a year, it’s hardly possible to have a second large war weapon of the level of a maritime fortress.
Within three years, Asgard will lose the advantage of the ocean.
It's not unpleasant.
But the last thing you can't do now is to lose your strength, you must regain your morale and win a huge victory!
At any cost!
It's not like Anglo lost in the first battle and the whole territory fell. Asgard could afford to lose.
Such an external war is enough for Asgard to mobilize more than four times!
Since naval operations cannot be successful, then defeat the army!
Now the old musicians are already considering how to select one of the nine armored knight regiments guarding the border to reinforce the Frost Giant Corps, or, in other words, to launch the domestic Western Military District's Guard Corps?
Supply, food, training, morale, combat capability...
In thought, the old musician touched the few hairs on his head sadly, trying to find the best way out of the thousands of threads.
This time, no matter what, Angelu must be completely crushed with the momentum of thunder! Even if people are used to pile up, the Buran Fortress must be leveled!
After making up his mind, the old musician suddenly became relaxed.
Decision requires courage and determination, but the subsequent execution only requires experience and skill. He never lacks ideas and ability. When it comes to large-scale mobilization of government affairs such as war, an old musician alone can handle more than half of the military and administrative offices. Without such ability, the emperor would not be relied on as a deputy.
Before the sunset went down, he finally came up with a general plan, leaning on the chair, carefully thinking about any omissions.
But at that moment, the harsh siren suddenly sounded from the foot of the mountain under the Golden Palace.
The sound of the alarm was mixed with the sound of the lighthouse bell.
Three long and three short.
The old musician was stunned, and suddenly bounced from his chair.
This is... Homeland Security Alert!
The warning bell will ring only when Asgard’s land is threatened.
In my heart, that faint anxiety was infinitely magnified. The sense of crisis caused by some omission made him almost gag open the door and rushed to the building of the Ministry of Military Affairs.
Amidst the chaotic footsteps, an operator in gray uniform rushed forward and saluted the old musician: "Your Excellency, the Military and Administrative Office, please preside over the emergency meeting!"
"Where is your majesty?" the old musician asked subconsciously.
This kind of meeting involving homeland security is definitely not something he can lead. It must be presided over by the emperor himself, but where has the emperor gone now?
"Your Majesty is meeting with the Burgundian messenger, asking you to replace the host." The operator responded: "Your Majesty will be there later."
The old musician did not dare to hesitate and delay any longer, and rushed to the direction of the central conference room:
"What the **** is going on?"
"Three minutes ago, the Caucasus formally declared war on our country. At the same time, the Caucasus Redemption Corps landed on our country from Port Norman, and now it has engaged with the Cham Navy regiment."
"Caucasus?"
The old musician was stunned, his scalp numb: "How is it possible!"
How is it possible! How can it be! How can it be!
At this moment, the same question echoed in his mind: How could it be Caucasus!
If you want to ask why, the Caucasus today does not have any war mobilization capabilities at all! Not to mention equipment and weapons, just where did the Caucasus get it out of food and grass!
After experiencing natural disasters, the devastated Caucasus was reborn in a revolution called the liberation of capital. At this moment, it can be said that it has swept away its accumulated disadvantages and has the potential to become a great power.
But the price of this turmoil is terrible famine and infectious diseases, as well as a terrible lack of supplies.
No matter how weak the Caucasus mobilizes its citizens to make reserves, it will be difficult to rearrange the chaotic citizens in just a few months. Not to mention more than half of the domestic displaced people and the plagues one after another...
The Caucasus, which lost all its grain in the natural disasters and famines of the past years, missed the spring ploughing this year.
Although the land is vast, the land that can be cultivated in the Caucasus is very small. Most of it is a snow-covered wasteland. It can only be cultivated once a year, and the barren land cannot even support itself...
It's like a knight who can't even fill his stomach. No matter how strong he is, he still has to wait until he is full before he has strength on the battlefield.
But now the Caucasus has declared war on Asgard...
Are they crazy!
In the chaotic and noisy conference room, the old musician sat on his chair with a gloomy expression, listening to the quarrel among the officials representing the various clans.
Until the end, he angrily grabbed the crystal ashtray beside him and slammed it against the wall.
A loud noise.
Everyone was stunned.
The old musician stared at them coldly~IndoMTL.com~ for a long time, and sat back in his place.
"Tell me, how did they solve the food problem?"
He asked in a cold voice: "Which country violated the convention and sold the food to them-why did we have no response to the dark lines in the Caucasus and other countries before this?"
Everyone fell into a weird silence.
For a long time, someone with a complex expression sent an image secretly taken by a spy.
"I'm afraid, because of... miracles, right?"
The old musician picked up the photo in silence, looked at the image above, and fell into a long silence.
In the photo, there are thousands of hectares of fertile fields rising above the wasteland... Numerous heavy wheat ears grow out of the barren land and are bent by their own weight.
The dense number seems to have turned the entire field into a golden blanket.
In the middle of the wheat field, there is a back figure holding the wheat seed and sprinkling it on the barren ground under his feet. From where he walked, a green sprout emerged from the ground...
"It is said that overnight, the granary in the Caucasus was full."
The intelligence director loosened his bow tie and looked pale: "According to our private statistics, the yield of this **** rice seed exceeds 100,000 catties per mu... Under the control of the Son of God, only one It can mature day and night...
More than that, in the hinterland of the Caucasus, dozens of abandoned mines have developed a large number of scary and rare mineral deposits overnight...This is not something that humans can expect, sir. "
He lowered his head in shame: "We are powerless."
The old musician did not speak, but stared at the photo in front of him, silently lit the cigarette.
The miracle...?
"Are there blankets?"
The old musician lowered his eyes, "I'm a little cold." 8) For more wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading institute