Chapter 145 Chapter 145: The Prophecy of the Cyclops
Chapter 145: The Prophecy of the Cyclops
"Your Highness, the airship has arrived over the Norbert District. Except for the Duke of Wellington, the armies of the other dukes are showing signs of mobilization."
"..."
"Great Lord, King of the Corpse-Eaters, they are all awaiting your command."
"... Do you still remember the prophecy of the Cyclops?"
Theresis was not in a hurry; he inquired of the Confessarius.
"Of course, Your Highness. It was I who personally delivered it to you at the time."
The Confessarius immediately understood where Theresis's concern stemmed from.
The Cyclops did not respond to the call of the Military Committee, but they did send a letter in return. As they were known for, the letter contained yet another prophecy that was accurate yet indeterminate.
But in fact, they rarely made prediction errors.
The letter described a scene of disaster and rebirth.
"Dark clouds shroud the horizon; all that lives and does not live shall sink into Catastrophe."
"Yet, myriad stars shall eventually carve their own fire and frost upon themselves; the great sword that destroys eternity shall also knock upon nature's door, thus proclaiming that nothing in this world is unattainable."
"Londinium shall sprout anew from ruins and ashes, a tender shoot of hope."
"A new era is about to arrive, using absolute force to construct relative peace."
That was all. Theresis could extract very little useful information from it.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that Londinium would indeed be utterly destroyed in the coming war. As for the subsequent peace and rebirth, Theresis had some guesses, but more than anything, he was utterly perplexed.
"Activate the Shard Tower."
"As you command."
The Confessarius bowed slightly and left to carry out the order.
Rumble!
As the control valve was opened.
The thick cloud layer above the Shard Tower began to churn. Beneath the clouds were dense, serpentine flashes of lightning.
Pulled by the airship, the Catastrophe clouds swirling above the Shard Tower gathered and moved in one direction,
their target precisely the Norbert District where the airship was located.
......
A full several high-speed warships, border troops with strict military discipline, an immovable mobile fortress—as an army frequently fighting against Leithania on the border, apart from the Duke of Wellington, the other dukes whose territories lay more within Victoria's interior basically could not compare to the Duke of Windermere in terms of military strength.
Of course, cultivating such a force that was perpetually at its peak required an incalculable amount of money and resources.
Such a large sum naturally could not come from Victoria's treasury, which was so poor that even a mouse running into it would starve to death. As a border territory duke, she certainly had her own "channels."
But no matter what, Victoria was the homeland she had defended for countless days and nights. Even if the other dukes harbored their own ambitions, she retained the most basic loyalty in her heart.
The Duke of Windermere's objective had been clear from the start: to bring her daughter home.
Tap—tap—
Her fingers tapped on the armrest of her steel-forged seat.
Beneath her, the high-speed warship sailed resolutely toward the Norbert District, even though she already knew that the Norbert District had completely become a trap.
But she still had to go. Just as the other dukes could not give up on the airship, she similarly could not abandon her only daughter.
......
Boom! Boom!
Victoria's soldiers were advancing under the cover of the high-speed warships' artillery fire, driving out and annihilating the remaining Sarkaz forces in the Norbert District!
With flexible, large-caliber fire support at their disposal, they easily captured positions that would normally be difficult to break through.
Their objective was clear: seize advantageous positions to prepare for later retrieval of that airship in the sky.
The people from Rhodes Island had absolutely no intention of participating in the war. They could only try their best to avoid areas with high combat intensity while maintaining concealment, waiting for the Duke of Windermere's arrival.
"It seems your situation is not good. More regrettably, I have some bad news here."
Adam, having returned, found them by following the "traces" left by FrostNova.
The group was a motley mix: Rhodes Island operators, citizens of Londinium, members of the Self-Rescue Army... completely in a state of hodgepodge.
"Teacher? Hmm... sorry, my mistake."
Seeing Adam's return, FrostNova's face first lit up with joy. But then, not catching a glimpse of that familiar look in "Adam's" eyes, she instantly realized.
"After Lord Kevin resolved his affairs, he disconnected the control link. If Miss FrostNova requires it, I can help you contact him."
Adam's eyes did not carry the emotions of a normal person; they were flat and lifeless—this was a state before personality models were loaded.
"Ah-ah-ah? No need! No need!"
She had already graduated! She was a mature, independent white rabbit!
How could she trouble her teacher with everything?
FrostNova gave herself quite a pep talk before reluctantly refusing Adam's rather tempting suggestion.
"M-Mr. Adam... may I address you as such? The bad news you mentioned earlier refers to...?"
Amiya asked somewhat apprehensively.
"Through fluctuation observation confirmation, this district has been locked onto for long-range strikes. Considering comprehensive circumstances, evacuation is recommended."
Adam looked toward that towering structure piercing the clouds at the city center. Everyone understood the severity of the situation.
An artificially guided Catastrophe strike?!
This news was also relayed to the desks of many dukes, but their reactions were surprisingly consistent.
Ignore the Catastrophe for now; first seize the airship, then quickly break through and evacuate—this was the order they gave to their front lines.
——————
Through several transfers, infiltrations, and encirclements, the Sarkaz army had subtly begun to show a tendency to surround and envelop the Victoria forces like dumplings.
"Has your skill in blood arts grown rusty? Bloodfiend."
"Just as your body can never be cleansed, Corpse-Eater."
Even at such a moment, the Great Lord of Bloodfiends and the King of Corpse-Eaters still hadn't forgotten to bicker.
Unnoticed by many, thick Catastrophe clouds had long since enveloped the Norbert District—their density far exceeding any naturally formed Catastrophe.
"This time, we win."
Under Theresis's leadership, they were about to unleash an unprecedented war—an old play unique to the Sarkaz—
Revenge!
Different from before, this time they had an Ace up their sleeve: "Catastrophe."
"Though I have no desire to endorse your laughable confidence... but to prevent that twisted, weak foreigner from becoming the Sarkaz Demon King..."
The Great Lord of Bloodfiends was not as optimistic as the King of Corpse-Eaters. After being slain several times, his original spirit and temperament had long since been tempered and restrained.
"Great Lord,
King, news from the Shard Tower."
A messenger hurriedly ran over clutching a piece of paper.
"Advance into Norbert District immediately. Annihilate as much of each duke's effective forces as possible. The storm will pave your way."
The order was now clear—
"Advance!"
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