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5 minutes before the (estimated) startup time of the Magic Network on August 9, 1666
In the town of Blenheim-sur-Metz, Republic of Jouroch
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When the magic net is about to cross the sky of Blenheim, causing all magic to be temporarily disabled, the Feigota army is preparing for the fourth attack on Blenheim.
In front of the remaining two Fegotas, only Blenim was left. But they have been entangled in this city for too long.
Marquis of Gloria Cavendish von Feigota, the third son of the old Duke, pushed up his glasses and carefully observed the deployment of both sides.
The principal artillery and the private maid artillery were deployed in two positions not far from the north of the city. The counterattack of the Free Army cavalry had been defeated.
It was originally a very subtle and threatening counterattack. They easily broke through the two infantry battalions guarding the artillery.
No matter what standards are used to measure it, the courage, willpower and combat awareness of the Meiya Rangers are better than the Glorian light cavalry of the Fegotans, and their numbers are far greater than the heavily armored medical knights. The entire empire Perhaps only the Sotalan Cavalry and the Royal Guards Heavy Cavalry can compare with it.
Unfortunately their enemy was Cavendish, perhaps the best tactician in the world.
In the early hours of this morning, the river-crossing operation he organized defeated the first line of defense on the left wing of the Free Army, opening a channel for the Elf army. The frantic deployment of the Free Army gave him more opportunities. At the expense of five famous paintings collected by the Fegota family, he handed over the battle on the right wing to the powerful infantry of the Elf Army, and borrowed the few horses of the Elf Army. An assault force composed of cavalry and mounted infantry was formed.
He once again found Pluto Luthor's weakness. As he expected, Luther's central force almost collapsed at the first touch.
Not long ago, his cavalry broke through the extremely fragile central part of the Free Army and ran over the several cavalry brigades left there by Bluto Luther.
He did not waste time chasing the defeated troops, but turned directly to Blenheim, just in time to catch up with the last desperate move to suppress the other half of the Free Army's cavalry.
Now, seven light cavalry brigades from the Gloria region are looking for still-usable pistols from the corpses of their companions and enemy soldiers. Each Yimeian Ranger carries at least six pistols, which is a nice extra for a poor Glorian.
The remnants of the right wing of the medical knights left behind by the dead Atlas von Fegota are driving away the retreating Free Army outside the city. Behind them were three battalions of mounted infantry who had dismounted and rested. It was these troops who completed the great interlude that was the crystallization of the art of war.
But he could not find his brother Bl¨¹cher's infantry.
Cavendish frowned: "He should have five to six thousand infantry. Most of the infantry in the First and Second Army of the Revolution are under his command. I told him not to invest all the infantry so quickly." ."
Cavendish rode up to the position of the Maid's Artillery, where all his brother's staff usually were. He quickly found the position of the chief staff officer of the Second Army - the "first maid" according to Bl¨¹cher.
"Cattleya, where is the Marquis?"
The chief maid looked up from the military map and opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Cavendish frowned: this "frightened deer" expression was not her usual expression. Each of Bl¨¹cher's maids is battle-hardened. Their ability and will are not inferior to the best men, and they have also established an artillery force with the highest average mathematical level in the world.
The logistics staff on the side, or the purple-haired "Third Life Maid" Villela, said to smooth things over: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Marquis. She just came back from the city after commanding the third attack. The master has already gone to direct it in person. The fourth attack is in the city."
Hearing this, Cavendish was shocked and angry: "Is he crazy? Has he forgotten how his eldest brother died?!"
"Master, he is not crazy." Katerea finally spoke, "But what can we do. That is a devil."
"Let me translate," Villella added, "Pluto Luther is in the town of Blenheim, and he is fighting in the first row himself. If the Marquis had not gone up in person, the infantry would have all collapsed. . We have never seen such a desperate high-ranking priest not a single one. Although the enemy only has nine battalions, their morale is terrifyingly high."
Cavendish was stunned: "Oh my god Is Luther crazy too? Doesn't he know that if he dies here, the entire northern wing of the Southern Army will collapse?! Why waste magic power on the front line? Let¡¯s fight!¡±
Although that is true??It can maximize the effect of improving morale, but it is too dangerous. What's more, using magic to kill the opponent's soldiers is one of the most inefficient uses.
"Calculating this, there should be more than 9,000 soldiers in Blenheim Town now. The infantry will be crowded together, and there will be horses." Cavendish felt vaguely ominous, "No, it seems that I The infantry is also about to be committed. Do any of you want to go with us?"
The maids hesitated and looked at each other, but no one answered. Finally, Villela raised her hand: "I haven't been to the town yet I'll go."
This sentence shocked Cavendish again: "You have all gone to the front line to command troops?!"
This time everyone nodded together.
"This is really unexpectedly intense. But I can also understand your brother's motives" Cavendish shook his head, "Killing Luther will end this battle. Moreover, if the opponent's commander is there, As for the front line, we can¡¯t even the morale gap if we don¡¯t press forward.¡±
He took one last look in the direction of Blenheim, and then gave the order on behalf of Bl¨¹cher: "You still stop the artillery fire and continue to urge the artillery shells to the rear. I have more cavalry, and I will detour to the south of the enemy. ¨DThat guy Pluto probably doesn¡¯t know that his central and reserve teams have collapsed, so I¡¯m going to put some pressure on him.¡±
For some reason, Cavendish vaguely felt that the current enemy generals were a little different from the previous ones.
Although they are enemies, even Cavendish has to admit that Pluto Luthor is an excellent opponent. Although his fighting style is slightly dark, it is indeed full of rigorous calculations and cunning deception, especially the battle in which Atlas was sacrificed.
Cavendish believed that Luther would sneak to the front lines to organize sneak attacks and snipers, and that he would eliminate deserters to create fear, but fighting in the first row of musketeers with a military flag he did not believe that this was his opponent's style. .
¡°Probably because he has been cornered,¡± Cavendish thought, returning to his troops.
At this time, Bl¨¹cher was directing the attack in a private house.
This private house was originally a store, but half of it was destroyed by the Imperial Army's artillery, and the other half was soaked by the melted magic cannon and ice prism bullets.
Theoretically speaking, he is now Duke von Fegota, but Bl¨¹cher does not know this yet. He knew that theoretically he should have won long ago. The infantry he invested in the town was already nearly twice as many as his opponents -
"Organize an attack." The Marquis continued to order expressionlessly, "The fourth battalion retreats, and the seventh battalion goes up."
"Sir, the troops can no longer hold on! My troops really have no way to attack again"
The commander of the 7th Battalion stammered, but Bl¨¹cher no longer wanted to hear it.
"He's obviously just a lunatic!" The Marquis angrily threw the stabbing sword in his hand, "Don't think that only Pluto Luther can kill his own people! I can do the same!"
The stabbing sword penetrated directly through the commander's shoulder blade. The baronet screamed and rolled on the ground.
"I really don't want my maids to see this. But as a noble, there are always things you have to dojust like the bastard opposite."
Bl¨¹cher lamented in his heart, stepped forward, pulled out his sword, wiped off the blood with a handkerchief, and looked around.
"Assemble the Eighth Battalion to come up and attack with the Seventh Battalion. I will personally direct this attack."
In fact, he himself really didn¡¯t want to see that enemy position. Not at all.
But when the enemy general stands among the first row of musketeers, he must stand where he can see the troops before he can launch an attack.
"Please, go die now, you madman."
Bl¨¹cher thought silently in his heart and walked out of the door. His troops began to gather, and the narrow streets in the town were crowded with soldiers from Duke Feigota.
Then he picked up the telescope and used it to aim at the battle flag of the Western General Army and the position below it.
What kind of position is that?
Blenheim is a small town and is actually not suitable as a battlefield for a decisive battle. The ninth battalion of the Free Army trapped here has sufficient ammunition, but they do not have enough magical auxiliary troops, not many artillery, and lack of supplies. There is no way to build fortifications or anything.
"Normally speaking, we should have surrendered long ago"
And they are already alone. Through the telescope, he had seen the flag of Fegot Tower flying on the south side of the town. It was the reconnaissance cavalry of the Third Army.
But Pluto Luther has gone crazy.
??Luther completely ignored Bl¨¹cher's request for an honorable surrender, and actually executed thousands of deserters and prisoners, destroyed two or three streets, and built a line of defense with corpses and wreckage!
Every time he sees the defense line on the opposite side, the artistic commander with an elegant nature wants to vomit.
Six to eight corpses are bundled with shrouds to form a breastwork.
Fourteen to sixteen corpses plus a double bed plank are a full-height earthen wall, and each Free Army artillery is piled up with similar fortifications.
All the stone slabs on the road had been pried up and piled up in random directions on the position, forming obstacles one after another, blocking the trajectory of the muskets and the charge of the soldiers.
And in the middle of this mess, the military flags of the Western General Army, Luther's general flags, and the division flags of the three divisions were stuck together, forming the backbone of the position.
That madman, the stubborn Bluto Luthor, is under that flag. In order to suppress the dissatisfaction of the soldiers, all the positions near his main force were piled with corpses. He and a few guard mages were busy using fortification magic to strengthen the surrounding positions.
"They actually allowed them to take back half of the town We are all going to win obviously We are all going to win"
Bl¨¹cher recalled the expression on Katerea¡¯s face after the last attack. He knew that these maids could no longer bear the pressure of this kind of battle, so he asked them to return to the artillery position.
He saw that battle too, it was a nightmare.
One company after another was defeated by volleys of gunfire and retreated. Luther stood at the front of his position, bearing the fire of volleys of guns, and supplementing deflection shields for his troops.
Although he is clearly on the defensive side, the general of the Free Army has made no secret of his love for offense. He personally led the bayonet battalion to rush into the musketeers of Fegota's army at battalion size, regardless of casualties, and stabbed them to death one by one before they could draw their daggers. Every time Luther attacked, he would personally execute several deserters, and no one would escape the trap, and then use their corpses to build new positions.
"That's a devil. Why would a general do these things with his own hands"
Bl¨¹cher knew that he would never make it this far. He could throw the rapier and shoot the deserters, but he could never carry the corpses and use them to strengthen fortifications.
"But at least I can still order a charge."
In front of such fortifications, volleys of guns are useless, which has been proved in the last battle. Bl¨¹cher did not want the maid to participate in such a bloody battlefield. Most of the magicians and priests in the magic army were also under the command of Cavendish. In terms of magic, he was about the same as his opponent.
"We can only rely on numerical advantage."
The Marquis put away his telescope and looked around, seeing that more than 900 soldiers from the 7th and 8th battalions were ready.
"Everyone, bayonets on!"
He gave the order.
"Charge hand-to-hand to regain our lost position! Kill Luther!"
The cheers were sparse. But of course no one dared not to charge.
The Marquis ignored only one point. He didn't notice that far to the south where the telescope was pointed, the clouds were changing rapidly, responding to something moving at a speed of two kilometers per second.
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When she heard the volley of gunshots from her own troops and the enemy¡¯s shouts of killing, the girl knew that the enemy was attacking again. She poked her head out from behind the fortification made of corpses from both sides, looking for her target.
She is not under her own, that is, Pluto Luthor's generals, but is on the real front line against the Emperor's hand-to-hand charge.
She jumped onto a group of corpses, swung the sacred sword in her hand, and smashed the heads of two Feigota soldiers.
"One thousand and fourteen. One thousand and fifteen."
The field of vision has been almost reduced to the minimum. Her senses of smell, taste and touch had long been sacrificed, and she barely retained some sense of hearing, but not much. These can all be exchanged for magic power, and of course numb nerves too. In the past twenty minutes, she had killed more people with her own hands than in the previous two lifetimes combined.
Killing has become a conditioned reflex. Anyone who uses sacred magic can become a front-line murderer if they wish - just like the proud medical knight on the opposite side.
She rushed into an enemy bayonet squad. Judging from the accents of these people screaming, they seem to be from the Shenoland area. She didn't want to think too much, so she quickly got rid of the group of people with the sword in her hand, then grabbed a bayonet and killed a few more people.
The enemy's assassination hit her sacred shield and slid away.
"One thousand and two"?Three. "
Bonnie stopped, took a few steps back, and jumped onto a fortification, breathing heavily.
"It's a bit late. Why haven't you come yet It's already five minutes later than expected"
A bit of an ominous premonition. The time from Annie's last contact to now should be enough time to complete the initial preparations for the magic network. The five-minute gap meant that she had to wait until the enemy launched their fourth attack.
Until now, Bonnie is still not sure of completing the nine stages of sacred magic. She is only eight-dan, and has always been eight-dan.
But she has a way to try.
Before those primitive religions signed a peace covenant, most of them were brutal religions that accepted blood sacrifices. Bonnie has read the principles of sacred magic and arcane logic, and knows that there are still many blood sacrifice beliefs left in modern magic
So she decided to give it a try. Build a miraculous environment by killing people. Give up the five senses to the greatest extent, put all your magic power and concentration on protecting yourself, and even give up your morality.
Suddenly, my body felt heavy.
All magic effects are gone.
Protection magic, healing magic, acceleration magic, transformation magic. All magic was gone, and although she could barely see it, she knew there were blue lines, red lines, and purple lines flying through the air.
It¡¯s a magic net. Although it was a little late, Annie still completed the magic of the magic network. She didn't know how it was completed, but Bonnie could guess that her sister must have paid a huge price - because the magic was completed later.
But she had no time to think, so she just took the time to point her right hand to the sky.
"I have offered enough sacrifices! Grant me a miracle!"
Bonnie raised her head and watched the clouds begin to grow rapidly and gather, and even the afternoon sun seemed to brighten. The clouds covered half of the sky in ten seconds, and only the sun insisted on shining its light on her.
"What I need is¡ª¡ª"
Suddenly a voice rushed into her eardrums.
"Naked naked girl!"
Bonnie lowered her head and saw that she was naked and her whole body was covered in blood and scattered pieces of flesh. She blushed with embarrassment and suddenly realized what had happened.
All the magical effects on her body disappeared at the same time as the structure of the magic network was switched. The identity of "Pluto Luther", and all the looks, appearances, clothes, etc. created by his magic, all disappeared, leaving only the blood of the dead that was not a product of magic.
"No¡ª¡ª"
Bonnie said one word reflexively, but then she knew she had made a bigger mistake.
The miracle is not finished yet!
The moment she spoke, the white clouds suddenly rolled up.
Starting from the clouds directly above her finger, those clouds instantly turned blood red and rushed to the half originally occupied by the sun!
¡°When a miracle goes wrong, it¡¯s a curse.¡± This sentence immediately flashed through Bonnie Seifer¡¯s mind.
She has never seen anyone use this magic, she has only seen it in legendary records. There is only one thing that is certain: once those who lack strength and faith fail to pray for a miracle, divine punishment will come.
¡°¡ª¡ªI don¡¯t want to die!¡±
She blurted out the sentence again, flinching shamefully.
However, the last ray of sunshine was still shrouded in blood-colored clouds. Everyone heard the thunder, and everyone around Bonnie stopped fighting and stared at the sky in panic.
It¡¯s all over. Such thoughts flashed through Bonnie's mind.
Sorry, sister. It's all over.
She shouted the last order: "Freedom Army, all retreat! As Pluto Luthor, I give the order¡ª¡ª"
The soldiers were all stunned and did not obey her command. All magic failed, the sky changed suddenly, and the cruel and brave fighting general suddenly turned into a young girl - it is difficult to say which one has a greater impact on the Free Army soldiers, maybe it is the last one.
¡°¡ª¡ªDon¡¯t give a damn who I am! Run away!¡±
Faced with this scene, Bl¨¹cher had a completely different reaction. He has been using his telescope to capture the location of the dangerous enemy general, and is always on the lookout for fighter planes.
"That woman is Pluto Luther?! Oh my god is this an illusion?"
Since he couldn¡¯t hear Bonnie¡¯s voice, the Marquis standing in the reserve team had a completely different judgment on the scene in front of him. No priest has used miraculous magic for two hundred years. Atlas, the only one of the three brothers who has studied sacred magic, has been killed. In Bl¨¹cher's view, this is obviously Luther.A madman - no, Luther, that female madman, no wonder she is so crazy - the final death struggle.
¡°She is going to use magic to fight in a decisive battle. Before she completes the magic, kill her or capture her alive!¡±
Bl¨¹cher grabbed a musket and shot a soldier who turned to flee.
"Don't retreat! Capture that woman alive!"
Just then, a tornado blew up, followed by thunder.
All the red clouds rushed towards Bonnie's position. The soldiers of the Free Army fled without their lives, while the soldiers of the Feigota Army stretched out their hands to catch the enemy's general
Then the red cloud rushed towards the ground at an alarming speed.
That is "God's punishment". It wants to collect sacrifices from losers, but it doesn't care about taking hundreds more.
Boom.
The red cloud hit the ground and turned into blood mist.
The blood mist, along with the thousands of dead people and countless corpses, were swept up by the tornado, tearing everything into pieces and throwing the corpses into the wind, throwing out all kinds of things that are difficult to describe in words, or even unimaginable. Disgusting parts.
boom.
Everything was smashed into the ground again, creating huge potholes.
The blood droplets in the air have been smashed into extremely small particles, and are broken down into smaller red particles under the action of lightning.
They scattered evenly on the ground, forming a thick layer of red frost, shining in the summer sun.
Bl¨¹cher von Fegota stared blankly at the big pit in front of him, at a loss. He took a step back and sat down on the ground.
After the red clouds dispersed, the sky was clear again.
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"Am I not dead?"
I don¡¯t know how long has passed.
Bonnie Sephiel reluctantly opened her eyes, but only saw darkness around her.
She stretched out her hand to wipe her face, but she only felt blood and minced meat on her hand, and there seemed to be worms crawling up her fingers. The corpses that were first used to build the fortifications had been exposed to the summer sun all day long and had begun to rot.
Bonnie expressionlessly slapped the corpse bug on the face with her backhand, smashing it to pieces. This is just an illusion, she told herself, this is just an illusion. it does not matter.
"Where iswhere?"
The body is very heavy. No, the body is pressed under many, many things.
Bonnie immediately realized what it was.
It was a mountain of corpses.
The mountains were piled together by the tornado. I don¡¯t know how big, high and thick the mountains are.
"Everyone killed by her own hands, killed by the troops she commanded, killed by her failed miraculous magic, everyone's corpses, all her sins.
Her ambition, her arbitrariness, her deception, her nightmare.
¡°But¡she¡¯s not dead. That kind of divine punishment was enough to tear a hundred Bonnie Sephire apart, but she still didn't die.
Why?
¡°I¡¯ve never heard of any case of immortal punishment¡±
Bonnie reacted immediately.
"The last request of 'I don't want to die' came trueah haha, ah haha, ah haha. I killed so many, so many people, but in exchange for my own immortality"
Because she gave up trying to build a magic network at the last moment.
The magic network connection that her sister Anne worked so hard to establish for her was wasted by her.
She is just an eighth-level mage and priest she will never reach the top level.
Nine levels of sacred magic. Her heart ached.
Even if she surpasses the times, is she still unable to become a real great magician or bishop?
If she could also do nine levels of magic If Anne hadn't made the unreasonable request for her to build a magic network at this time If the Feigota army was not so strong, or if Marshal Lopez didn't detain so many reserves in Jena ¡
She wouldn¡¯t be forced to this point. His hands were already covered in blood and there was no turning back.
"How do I explain it to my sister Haha, haha, haha."
Although she was smiling, Bonnie knew that her laughter was worse than crying.
A ley line without an agreement can also work, but that requires a region-by-region reorganization with a high-level mage or priest as the core, just like what Annie did with Lenny in the Quagmire Zone. In the long run, this is equivalent to saying that the magic network will gradually and naturally dissipate - but during the entire reorganization process, a large number of non-magic and wild magic areas will be created, and more sacrifices will be caused.
But no matter what, Bonnie has to do thisTell your sister the news.
"How should I word it"
Bonnie concentrated and began to call Annie and the telepathy between her.
"I failed. I didn't complete the agreement. I didn't win the battle. The Western General Army is probably finished. I don't know if there is any chance to rebuild the magic network I am really useless."
Sorry, sister. Your sister has lived up to your expectations
"Don't be silent, sister, scold me. I know this is indeed"
Still no response.
"Hey, can't you sayit won't"
Bonnie finally understood what silence meant. That's not Anne being angry.
Her sister, Anne Seifer, who always smiled, was no longer able to reply.
Anne will no longer scold her, no matter how she messed up things, Anne will not blame her.
Bonnie finally understood why God¡¯s Scourge didn¡¯t kill her¡ª¡ª
"Because letting me live is a much crueler option than letting me die?"
why.
Why, why does it become like this?
Why, why not just let me die.
Why is it my sister who died?
Haven¡¯t I been working hard? Am I not working hard enough, or is itwhat kind of historical will?
Bonnie cried, her tears mixed with the flesh and blood around her and turned into tears of blood.
But maybe it was just blood and tears.
"NoI don't want to live like this. This is not the era I want, sister."
The magic power in Bonnie's right hand began to gather subconsciously, turning into an explosion pointing straight to the sky.
"But since this is the case I have to go back and help you resurrect, right? I can't stay here. You probably also left a backup of your memory, right?"
Blood, minced meat and body parts fell naturally under the influence of gravity, pouring all over her head and face. Bonnie's natural beauty was covered up by these things, and she looked like a bloody zombie at first glance.
In fact, she and zombies are probably about the same, she thought.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep."
She apologized in a low voice to the countless dead people around her.
This is not magic.
Bonnie discovered that her ability to use magic had completely disappeared.
No matter which god it is, her voice can no longer be heard.
"That's rightis this revenge for my obsession with power?"
Bonnie cast another spell. More corpses flew into the sky, and the sun shone on her face through the newly appeared holes.
"I don't admit it! I don't admit this reality! So what! Politics is a big quagmire of filth, but human beings advance precisely in filth! If you want me to admit this reality, you might as well let me die. !¡±
Under the newly blooming afternoon sun, the mountain of corpses exuded a strong rotting smell.
"But we can't stop jumping into the quagmire just because it's dirty! Under the cover of the blood-stained shirt is a more civilized future! I won't admit defeat! I will never admit defeat. This is the magic my sister gave up her life to build. net!"
Bonnie screamed at the top of her lungs, got up, and used a bigger shock wave magic to blow up the mountain of corpses that were pressing her.
"I can't use magic anymore. Is this revenge? But I won't admit it!"
She stood up and looked around. She found herself standing naked in the sunset, her body covered in blood. Some of the emperor's men who were preparing firewood around her looked timidly at her who suddenly stood up.
"I won't admit it!" Bonnie wiped the tears from her face hard, "If the facts are not in line with our ideals, then change the facts!"
She yelled loudly.
Some of the Fegota soldiers seemed to recognize her, and they ran away screaming, asking for help.
"It's okay even if I, Bonnie Sephiel, die here! Then I can at least leave a magic network to this world, right?"
**Bonnie Sephiel once again raised her right hand to the cloudless sky.
¡°This is the most reckless thing anyone has ever done.
Almost every priest who tried to apply for a miracle but failed and was punished by God died on the spot. If they did not die on the spot, most of them lived an extremely painful life.
but¡¡
"By the gods! I, Bonnie Saphire,?Whether you want to respond to my request or not, I know you will hear it! "
Bonnie¡¯s voice echoed over Blenheim.
"I want to tell you - no matter how many times, I will try! I will not allow the magic network that my sister sacrificed her life to build to fail to work! Even if this dam called 'common sense' or 'static reality' is destroyed, , I will also apply for a miracle a second time! If it still doesn¡¯t work, I will do it a third time, a fourth time, until my scarred body is destroyed, or you are destroyed! I don¡¯t care whether you are the covenant gods or the alliance gods. , or monotheistic cults, or even deism I don¡¯t care who you are! I want a miracle, and I want it now!"
She took a deep breath and shouted: "Activate the physical layer!"
No response. There were no cloud gatherings, no tornadoes, no spotlights.
Bonnie Sephiel is no longer a dual spellcaster, but she is still making statements.
"I know I can. Reason produces magic, and the highest state of magic is called 'wishing'. The meaning of wishing is to 'make your wishes come true', and make what you want come to you. However, in the final analysis, wishing is It still belongs to the realm of rationality, it is just about realizing possible wishes"
Bonnie¡¯s right hand clenched into a fist and smashed into the sky again.
"Start the data layer! I know what you can hear! What is produced by faith is prayer. Everyone knows what the highest state of prayer is called, but has never seen it. That magic is called 'miracle'. It was not originally me The scope of contact"
She looked around, found the highest point on the mountain of corpses, and walked over.
"Start the network layer! The miracle I want is not asking for anything! It is not a wish come true, it is not an illusion, it is not a delusion. A miracle is not a magic designed to realize one's own wishesit is to realize everyone's wishes. The magic of realization! It¡¯s magic designed to realize the reality that it should be!¡±
Still no response. But Bonnie was not discouraged. She stood at the top of the mountain of corpses and tried to recall the agreement she needed in her mind.
"Start the transmission layer! Miracles are existences that transcend reason. Miracles are the ultimate meaning of human pursuits. Miracles are reversals that can change everything. Miracles are ideals, pursuits, and the last light when everything falls into despair!"
In Bonnie¡¯s mind, the magic network has taken shape. The self-explanatory agreement was beginning to be formed, and she could feel the agreement and model gradually taking shape in her mind without even having to experiment.
"Start the session layer! After I saw the real despair, I finally knew where I was wrong! - I lacked the courage to make that willful request!"
Yes, Bonnie Sephiel is an undead that crawled out from under the bloody sea of ??despair.
"Activate the presentation layer! Miracles will only appear in the most desperate moments. Its only function is to turn the impossible into possible! It is like the coming of the gods used in ancient dramas, which is used to change the plot when it has reached an impasse. The final cadenza of destiny!¡±
Yes, Bonnie Sephiel, you already know why you couldn't use miracles before.
"Start the application layer - Gods, let me be willful for once! It is too much to refuse to grant me the final grace of divine magic for so many years, isn't it?"
As the last question was raised, the surroundings were still quiet¡ª¡ª
But Anne has keenly felt the change. There are subtle changes.
¡°Everyone should be his own pastor! I don¡¯t need a church, because I am my own church! I am my miracle itself!¡±
She felt this change.
In the bloody wind, the dam called "common sense" is lowering, and the miraculous flood can overflow.
"In the name of Bluto Luther. In the name of Meliana Quaracia. In the name of Bonnie Saphire¡ª¡ª"
Every identity is her. No matter what name this body is called, the fiery soul is still just as fiery.
"In the name of my sister Anne Seifer!"
Nine levels of sacred magic! This is the nine levels of sacred magic
No, this is a power beyond rank! This is a miracle!
She can control this miracle.
¡°Gods, I beg you, no, I command you¡ª¡±
Let this beautiful and cruel world tremble under my will.
"Let a miracle come to me! It will rewrite tragedy into comedy and sadness into victory!"
Let Anne Seifer¡¯s wishes and sacrifices come true. She added in her mind.
?"Establish the Magic Network Agreement!"
At first it seemed to be exactly the same as before, there was no response.
The remaining Imperial soldiers were about to start laughing¡ª¡ª
The setting sun projected down, onto Bonnie Saphire¡¯s face, shining in her pupils.
At some point, the brown-haired girl¡¯s eyes turned red and blue¡ª¡ª
Then, they started to change color and turned purple.
The purple pupils collided with the yellow light of the setting sun, forming a small white light spot in Bonnie's field of vision that only she could see.
"Ethernet tuning! Compilation protocol established! Analysis node set up! Root node operation!"
Bonnie put down her right hand and gently covered the small white light spot.
"Let the old era end and let the new era begin! Let all ideas coexist equally and let all knowledge spread freely!"
Bonnie thought to herself, this is the last instruction my sister has given me.
I finished it.
"Then, starting from this moment - the magic network starts!"
The whirlpool of magic power flies along with the magic net like lightning. It was a dazzling white light, brighter than the sun, and even people without magic could see it.
Every ray of white light tells the story that the era of the magic network has arrived.
From now on, not only can everyone use their magic and become a magician; everyone can also find their faith and become a priest.
From now on, everyone can be their own pastor. Everyone should be their own church.
Then a miracle happened.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon on August 9th, which was marked as "zero point" in the history of the Great Magic Network. That was the Internet that came at the beginning of modern history, and it was a spirit that was above the level of technology.
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After finishing all this, Bonnie Saphire looked up from her wonder and found that she was surrounded by water.
To the north was Bl¨¹cher von Fegotta and his army, to the south was Cavendish von Fegotta and his army.
Nearly all the emperor's men held torches in their hands, and around the mountain of corpses, firewood had already been piled up.
"The magic is restored!"
"Do you feel it? You can indeed use magic again!"
"But there seems to be something different"
The emperor's soldiers were discussing nervously, looking at the naked and bloody girl in front of them.
"Well what should I call you, Miss Luther?" Bl¨¹cher coughed twice, "Well, too many people have died today, and I don't want to kill anyone anymore. Miss Luther, if you surrender If so, I can guarantee your safety"
"Although I don't want to tell you my name, you can call me by my last name. My last name is Seifer."
"Oh, then Miss Seifer," Cavendish added, "you will be safe as long as you are the maid of His Excellency the Marquis Bl¨¹cher."
"Yes, as long as you are Lord Bl¨¹cher's maid, you will be safe" Bl¨¹cher shook his head hurriedly and glared at Cavendish, "No, no, I don't mean that, you just need to surrender. Safety!"
"What I mean is - don't be naive, brother! This is that Pluto Luther! According to my calculations, she is definitely the most dangerous witch in history. While the magic of our Guards has been fully restored, And she doesn¡¯t have any equipment now, kill her! Set her on fire!¡±
After saying that, Cavendish threw down the torch in his hand.
The firewood poured with fire oil began to burn violently, and the flames swept towards Bonnie at an indescribable speed.
"You're too anxious I really want a new maid That body it's a pity." Bl¨¹cher had no choice but to throw down the torch in his hand, and then ordered , "Get out of the firing line, the musketeers cover the firing!"
Bonnie sighed: "Oh, men are always so anxiousI didn't say anything like anyone who sees my innocent body will die. You are not in a hurry to go back and get married, so why bother."
The witch who gained the ninth level of magic even had the time to tell some jokes.
So, later that day, the empire also got a new duchess.
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