Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 1168: I Am God

There weren't many invitees, except for Alan and Ont, only the Orlandos, Remington, Edward, Keller, and several of the Bucks' superior officers. Salon stood in front of the long table, with a sand table on it. He had already simulated the battlefield environment and the general military strength comparison between the two armies.

Seeing the two of them enter, Saron raised his head and smiled. "I heard that Lord Alan had been watching the enemy formation for a long time on the balcony. I wonder what he saw."

Alan shook his head with a bitter smile, "I saw something bad. I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, then does Lord Alan think this war is necessary?"

"Of course!" Alan said without hesitation, "Although we are at a disadvantage in the situation, we are still far from desperate."

"I'm relieved to see that Lord Alan has such fighting spirit. Otherwise, if even a person like you loses confidence, then I'll see if we can fight this war." Saron chuckled.

Ellen smiled and said, "Isn't General Salon flattering me too much?"

"How could that be? I'm telling the truth." "If I had some doubts about Lord Alan before the Battle of Mountain City, then after the Battle of Mountain City, I absolutely believe that Lord Alan has the power to change the overall situation," Salon said seriously. To be honest, before this, I have heard rumors about adults, but I always feel that they are a bit exaggerated. However, this time, Keller told me personally that during that battle, Your Excellency managed to kill the Zhongjun army and kill the enemy general. Only then did I know that Your Excellency indeed has the strength related to the rumors. In this battle, having someone like you in our camp has given everyone a bit more confidence. "

Alan couldn't help but blush when he praised the old general in person.

'"However, in the next war, there will be tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides. Therefore, a strategy like Lord's in Mountain City will not work. Otherwise, Lord will only need to drill into the enemy formation once more and everything will be solved." Saron joked in a slightly exaggerated tone and then said seriously, "So we can only fight this war steadily. Take advantage of our home ground and drive the outsiders out!"

"Looks like General Salon already has something to worry about." Orlando smiled and looked at Jorah beside him.

"Mr. Orlando, dear son of the spear. I have a plan, but it's not a complete plan. Whether we can defend this line of defense depends on whether we can work together." Salon gestured for everyone to come to the long table and pointed at the formation. "In this war, I will divide our defensive line into five areas." They were the center, left and right flanks, and the southeast flanks. At that time, my army will be in charge of defending the central position, and General Keller and General William will be in charge of the left and right wings … "

William Peter, another Bucks general, came with Salon. He was a few years younger than Keller, his long golden hair draped over his shoulders, and his resolute face and lips tightly pursed. He wore a silver-gray armor, a black-green cloak, a longbow on his back, and a sword hanging from his waist. He was a dignified and handsome general. Hearing this, he clenched his fists and gently pounded his chest. He did not say anything, but instead used a hand gesture to replace his reply.

"As for the fire positions on the east and south sides, they will be handed over to Lord Alan and Mr. Orlando." Salon apologized, "Originally, the Imperial Army should be in full charge of the country war. But now that the situation is turbulent, there are many internal problems that need to be solved. Roderick Marshal intends to take full responsibility for the war in the South, but he can't find any more men and experts, so I can only leave it to you two."

Alan smiled and nodded. Orlando said, "As Lords, we have a duty to protect our territory. General Salon is welcome. If you need us to do anything, just give us orders."

"Since Mr. Orlando has said so, there is one more thing I would like Lord Alan to help me with, and I am not afraid to ask Lord Alan to do it again, since I have already done so."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"I need Lord's ability." Saron smiled and said, "In a war of this scale, it would be very difficult for a person to control the overall situation. Only experts of the Ten Saints level would have this kind of power." However, none of us have exceeded Level 30. "But I found something interesting in General Keller's description. Lord Alan has a very powerful ability that can be used to massacre enemy troops. Is there a limit to that ability, or is there some sort of harsh condition to activate it?"

Allen knew that his concern was the Blazing Flame Mountain, so he simply said, "It's an ability that can change the terrain locally, and after superimposing my other ability, it can maximize the fire elemental origin power in the designated area." "You probably already know its advantages. As for its disadvantages, it takes about ten seconds for its ability to fully activate. Furthermore, this ability does not distinguish between us and the enemy, so it is not suitable for use in a melee."

"So that's how it is. Even with such shortcomings, it's already very powerful." Saron sighed, "As Great Emperor said, Lord Alan's potential is extraordinary. He has yet to break through Level 30, but he has already developed this ability. Previously in Milahan, he had the power to break through the city with a single saber. If Sir breaks through Level 30, I think Sir will immediately be able to squeeze into the Ten Saints and be ranked high in the rankings."

"At that time, I'm afraid there won't be anything wrong with Midian." Salon laughed heartily.

After laughing, he said, "Then I would like to ask your Excellency to throw such a volcano into the enemy formation before the two armies meet, and blow them up."

Allen nodded. "So it was a piece of cake."

"Then it's up to you, my lord." Saron cleared his throat and said, "Alright, everyone." Next, let's talk about the details of this battle. Although we focus on defense, there is a saying that offense is the best defense. So when conditions permit, we will organize an attack, but when the time comes, you must pay attention to my orders and signals. "Attack is to stimulate the situation on the battlefield. We cannot expect to repel the enemy with just one or two attacks. Therefore, when I ask for a strategic retreat, it is best for you not to lose your eyes. Remember the principle of retreating when retreating …"

They talked for a long time and exchanged different opinions, gradually refining the details of the entire strategic deployment. By the end of the meeting, it was already dark, and the gray moonlight illuminated the castle puppet. After dinner, everyone dispersed. Because the outsiders liked to fight at night, the arrival of night did not mean that they could relax. Instead, they had to be more vigilant.

After Alan left the restaurant, he took Red King to a balcony in the castle. He sat down on a bench and looked at the flames at the foot of the mountain in the west. The outsider camp was brightly lit. Those who hated the flames and the sun would actually set up a few big furnaces in the camp, and burning wood day and night to get the fire was considered unusual. Perhaps, compared to their likes and dislikes, what the outsiders wanted more was victory in this war.

If it was him, he would have thought the same. After all, winning this war was akin to knocking on the door to the southern border of the empire. Compared to this, what was his usual likes and dislikes?

The moonlight was hazy, and the gray-white moonlight sprinkled down from the thick clouds with great difficulty. Half of the castle was painted with gray-white fluorescent light, making it look so peaceful and peaceful at this moment. Unfortunately, everything was like Shui Yue in the mirror. As long as he sounded the horn of an attack, he would be able to completely break the tranquil atmosphere.

When the sound of footsteps sounded, Alan turned his head to look. He was wiping Red King with a cloth. The saber flowed in the moonlight with a flame-like luster. The flame reflected by the saber landed on Father Miro's face. The priest narrowed his eyes and was attracted by Red King's refracted light. Then, he saw Alan. So the priest happily walked into the balcony and said, "Young Master Alan, there you are."

"Father, this doesn't seem to be where you should be." Alan said. Of course, he was referring to the unicorn collars that had become the frontlines.

Miro shrugged, "Indeed, such a dangerous place is not for me. But I thought that perhaps those soldiers who are confused or even afraid now would need to listen to the guidance of the gods, so I came."

"Oh, it seems that you are very used to this role now." Of course, Alan would not forget that when he first met the priest, Miro was a rich man.

"After all, I have already devoted myself to the gods. Of course, I have to do something that I should do as a priest."

Alan put away his saber. The Red King didn't need to wipe it off. It was just that these actions helped Alan calm his mind. Seeing that the Scarlet King's blade was completely in the scabbard, Allen asked casually, "Speaking of which, there's actually one question I've been wanting to ask you."

"Oh, what is it?" Miro asked curiously.

"Father Miro, do you believe in gods?"

Milo was stunned and said, "You remind me of the time, but I did ask Archimedes the same thing." josei

"Oh, then what did he say?" Now it was Alan who was interested.

"That's a very bastard answer" Miro shook his head. "That's what your father said. He said that Miro, that's a stupid question. Of course I believe in gods, because I'm a god."

Alan was stunned. This was indeed an unexpected answer.

"Listen, how arrogant, ignorant, and even stupid this is." "But it's Archimedes' style," the priest shrugged at the end of his sentence. "Everyone has faith, and his faith is his own."

"In other words, he believes that he is omnipotent. He often says something. Only the weak place their hopes on the gods, and the truly courageous place their hopes in every beat of his heart. As long as they live, there will never be despair." "I have to admit," sighed Miro, "that drunkard and the credit-loving guy sometimes say things that make sense, even if it sounds more like something an arrogant arrogant person would say."

Alan narrowed his eyes and gently touched his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart. He suddenly laughed. The pressure before the great battle had actually disappeared like this.

So wonderful.