Chapter 497 Sonia, Griffith will be left to you... (Part 1
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The battle not long ago defeated the main force of the rebels and also killed a false god. The huge results gave Griffith a high probability of surpassing the third-level assault squadron captain and being directly promoted from the first-level assault squadron commander to the second-level assault squadron leader.
The captain of the assault brigade has a status equivalent to that of a lieutenant colonel in the National Defense Forces.
The flag captain is one level higher than the second-level assault captain. Considering that this is the rank of the Guards and is higher than the officers of the same level in the Wehrmacht, Griffith has already entered the ranks of Bayerland's senior officers.
Compared to Griffith's age, qualifications and achievements, a three-level promotion was excessive and inappropriate. Even with the blessing of the God's Hand, such a promotion would require the intervention of the Senate and the Arcane Council.
It is possible to pass, and there is no doubt that it is the result of Galadia's operation through Canaan's high-level officials——
Arm your war knights with the rank of banner captain and direct troops!
The 10th Verona Light Infantry Regiment can be known from its name. It is an auxiliary corps mainly composed of Verona soldiers and commanded by officer Beyeland. Its organization usually consists of 10 infantry battalions/groups and artillery squadrons.
Engineer squadron, light cavalry squadron, military police squadron and other auxiliary units, the combat strength can reach up to 7,000 people.
Since the auxiliary corps is not a direct line unit of the Senate, the 10th light infantry is much weaker than the permanent corps. The number of reinforced units such as cavalry and artillery is strictly limited, and the infantry is mostly made up of inexperienced recruits.
Such an army composed of Beyelan's allies does not have a general at the level of a corps commander. It only retains a small number of core troops during non-war times. When expanded during wartime, it may be split into many units under the deployment of General Beyeland.
Allocated to regular troops to form battle groups, they can even be deployed on the most dangerous battlefields.
However, it is just right for such an army to be placed under Griffith's command. It not only has a certain combat effectiveness, but also does not cause unresolvable physical obstacles in terms of personnel because it is particularly powerful.
Such a regular army has the establishment of Beyeland's army, with sufficient supplies and corresponding conveniences. Since Galadia can influence such high-level appointments, Griffith feels that he is likely to have substantial personnel and organization
and the right to make decisions on battles, and can appoint Rana and Medianmaea as officers of this force.
This promotion comes at the perfect time!
If operated properly, this army will play a great role in the next battle. Aaron's strength after growing up is indeed amazing, but with the demon-breaking characteristics of the War Knight and the cooperation of an entire army, it may not be impossible to restrain it.
We have to talk to Roland and ask for Professor Salorian's opinion about the movement and supplies of the army... If Canaan is not able to provide support, they should ask Miss Mirantis, Sonia and Alandel to help...
Griffith was very satisfied and even began to daydream about the organization and coordination of the infantry, cavalry and artillery of his directly subordinate troops.
"You must thank me properly later~" Galadia noticed that Griffith was distracted, and quickly suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, pushed his elbow under the table, and reminded in a low voice, "Your Excellency, flag captain, please
Give a speech about your promotion."
Griffith immediately sat upright, collected his thoughts, and looked at everyone present:
“The Senate is not stingy in rewarding the brave men who fight for it,
"Who do they want me to deal with?"
Berthier shook his wine glass and murmured: "Bayeran is losing the territory of Verona. There are rumors that the Confederacy is planning to launch a full-scale offensive from several provinces. The Senate needs new troops to fight against the threat of the rebels, at least
Save the prosperous towns on Verona's eastern coast. As a reward, the gentlemen who fight here will receive their own territory."
"That's great, we can all have our own manors!" Everyone responded in unison.
Lana pounded the table excitedly: "Griffith, our God's Hand, you will be the commander-in-chief. We are the Guards of the Senate and have a glorious tradition."
"What kind of tradition is this?" Fiona looked at her Shutoral and felt that something didn't sound right about this.
Lana was speechless for a moment, and others shouted:
"Loyalty, of course it is loyalty!"
Ophelia calmly glanced at her companions and asked:
"So, what if the Senate issues some kind of order?"
The noisy banquet fell silent.
Griffith tapped the table:
"Who is our enemy and who is our friend? This is the primary question in war.
"The residents of Verona, Sevastro, Odessa and other provinces are our compatriots and neighbors.
"When this civil war is over, we will restore old ties with the locals and do business with them.
"Atrocious war crimes must be stopped."
Griffith's speech set the tone.
The ensuing war is not only a civil war in the real world, but also a more critical confrontation of the Hand of God. The winner will receive a miracle. Before the real war can decide the winner, the battle for the wishing device may come to an end.
Certainly.
A miracle will end all troubles, but what kind of miracle it is is still unknown.
Griffiths reckons with strategy and politics -
The identity of the Hand of God complicates all issues.
The final stage of the Rite of the Chosen One will summon the wishing device that will change the world, and the conflict will no longer be limited to the war between the Senate and the Confederacy.
I am Griffith, the knight of Beyeland, and the "Blood Lord" of the Confederacy. With this mask, I have room for layout and compromise, and I can wait and see how the situation develops... Even if the loyalty and friendship of the people of Verona are short-lived
Time is difficult to obtain. Roland and the Confederacy can also help provide a stable rear and form an alliance against the wizards and the Senate...
There are many unresolved questions, and the alien gods from the virtual realm are pressing closer and closer, and his overloaded thinking has exceeded his cognitive scope.
Griffith couldn't help but feel a little tired as he thought about these problems. His eyes stayed on the dining table and fell into a brief distraction.
Looking at the roses he had just picked on the dining table, he seemed to be hallucinating. The delicate flowers were pleasing to the eye, and exuberant vitality overflowed from the vase, and there were even buds blooming among the complicated branches and leaves.
They are still so vibrant after being picked. Is this the rose of Verona? It is indeed well-deserved. But... there don't seem to be such bouquets in other vases. Is it because I am treated differently as a lord?
With his mind empty, Griffith was a little surprised and wondered if his common sense had gone awry again. He stared at this extraordinary plant and cracked open an egg.
The food in Verona is very unique. The locals will soak eggs that are about to hatch in alcohol to make a unique dish. Many people are afraid of this dish, but some people think it is delicious.
Griffith's attention was focused on the beautiful bunch of roses, and his fingers suddenly tingled when he opened the pickled eggs. He lowered his head and took a look.
There was an eye in the broken eggshell staring at him. It was pale, desperate and ferocious.
"..."
this……
What is this?!!
The indescribable scene shocked Griffith's will and made him feel dizzy. When he came back to his senses and looked at the strange egg again, he found that the eyeball had turned into a pool of rotten pus.
Extraordinary, no, could it be an attack by the hand of God!
What kind of characteristic is this?!
The hair all over Griffith's body stood up. He reached out and grabbed the sword at his waist, and raised his head with a bang, just in time to meet Galadia's gaze. The elf was also looking at the egg, his face pale.
Like snow.
"No, I don't know..." Galadia was also stunned. She murmured and grabbed Griffith's hand under the table.
"boom--!"
Griffith heard a roar in the dark. It was not like thunder, but it seemed to be composed of extremely chaotic sounds, a cry that foreshadowed the change of madness. Even the wailing of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield was caused by this loud sound.
The sound seemed eclipsed.
The strange noise passed away in an instant, leaving an ominous echo slowly echoing deep in the soul.
A torrent of spiritual energy came one after another, washing away from the limbs and bones to the soul. Along with this sudden power, there was also a subversive uneasiness lingering and spinning.
The other extraordinary beings present did not seem to be affected. However, their spirits were also touched and they subconsciously listened carefully.
"I thought I heard something!"
Someone asked loudly, and there was a commotion outside the manor, with people running around shouting about thunderstorms and lightning. Then, a bright ball of light suddenly appeared in the banquet hall without warning.
Everyone jumped up. They drew their swords and raised their wands, only to see a group of elves slowly emerging from the storm. The leader of the elves had an extraordinary appearance, wearing a bright red robe studded with diamonds, and a layer of elves as clear as blue crystal.
A transparent invisible barrier surrounded him, as if he was surrounded by thick night. He ignored the knights and officers surrounding him, and only nodded slightly to Galadia:
"Good evening, Miss Villanoy,
"I am Tyrael Fourstar, the sword of the Senate, here to convey the will of Canaan.
"A few minutes ago, some of Byerland's wizards deprived Naira von Kwaimantha of her attributes. Their reckless actions led to the destruction of the Hand of God, without our prior consent, and the trajectory of the mysterious world has been changed.
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“The wise Canaanite senate declares—
"The road to the eternal land has been opened. The oracle of Iluvash tells us that Miss Galadia Valannoi is one of the two newly born radiant elves who will lead us to the eternal happiness.
place.
“Everything there, from the forest to the running water, is holy and free from disease, corruption or blight. It is the origin of the world, the place where things that are pleasing to the eye are created.
"Please follow us back to Canaan."
Silence fell in the hall. The light of the torch illuminated the visiting elves, and the diamond glowed like a flowing flame.
Tyrell looked at Galadia with a smile. He had a tall figure, a moving voice, and an elegant manner that was like a painting, but it made people feel uneasy like a needle.
The order between extraordinary beings does not need to be read out on the spot. A spell or a sacred weapon can make the will travel thousands of miles. The elves sent several powerful extraordinary beings to come in person, definitely not just to say a few words to Galadia.
Lana pressed the giant sword, Murat activated the shield, and Russell unknowingly moved back to the side.
"Acknowledged, Lord Tyrell." Galadia said, gently pressing Griffith's wrist.
Her tone was very calm, but her reply could not satisfy this powerful elf. The extraordinary elf's eyes were as sharp as ice, and the magic ball around him spun, making a buzzing sound that rent the air.
"I'm not here to send orders, miss," he waved his robe and came forward, "please don't cause any trouble to me."
Griffith immediately took a step forward and stopped in front of Galadia. Hanguang slowly slid out of the scabbard, less than seven steps away from the elf...
Tyrell glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The strange aura is you.
"It's interesting.
"I have been looking forward to competing with you to see who is the guardian of the glorious elves."
His words created a terrifying coercion and momentum. The rotating ball of magic and the gathered spiritual energy made hissing and exploding sounds in the air, and the violent storm almost overturned the roof. It seemed that with just one thought, the front was blown.
The extraordinary elves who come here can crush the entire territory.
Suddenly, Tyrell's hand froze and he stared at the cracked eggshell on the table.
The momentum disappeared in an instant. The smile on the corner of the proud elf's mouth turned into a twitch. He said nothing, turned around and outlined a magic circle, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye with his companions.
…
If it weren't for the remnants of psychic energy still lingering in the air, it would be hard to believe that the extraordinary beings from Canaan once visited this place and almost took action.
The inexplicable guests returned to their seats. Russell muttered loudly:
"If you ask me, these pointy ears are all weirdos,
"I'm not targeting you!"
Galadia stood up suddenly, said good night to everyone, and disappeared like a gust of wind from the door without looking back, leaving behind a background that made Russell very embarrassed.
"I don't think she is targeting you, please feel free to do so." Griffith quickly stood up, said goodbye to the guests, and chased him out.
Griffith ran behind, but the elf's graceful figure was so light and fast. He couldn't catch up for a while, and actually lost it.
He searched for a while in the night but was still nowhere to be found. Unknowingly, a tinkling sound like running water floated in the night wind.
The sweet melody flowing from the strings makes people forget all the troubles around them, drifting to the distant dark land, looking at the strange moonlight in the sky, far away from the nearby rivers and hills.
Who is plucking the strings?
The ethereal and distant sound of the piano touches the soul, as if the morning light is faint and the wind sings away the dust under the evening stars. It reminds people of the mountains at dawn, the songs wandering in the dark forests and cold mountains, and the stars shining in the dark sky.
Is it Galadia?
Griffith followed the tune of "ding ding dong dong" and came to the woods, where Galadia was sitting on the treetop.
"The sound of the piano is so beautiful!" Griffith admired sincerely.
The autumn forest-like fragrance contained an intoxicating fragrance of grapes. Galadia sat quietly on the top of a tall tree, without any musical instrument such as a harp in her hands.
"Where is Jean?" the knight asked.
"What piano?" Galadia asked softly, then realized something and gently pressed her forehead, "Griffith, don't come over."
Griffith was already climbing up the treetop on his hands and knees. He hesitated when he heard the girl's words.
It is said that when a girl is in a bad mood, telling you not to come over is not actually what it means literally... He thought about it and felt that he couldn't just let it go, so he climbed up more actively and sat next to the girl.
"Then what I heard?"
"It's been two years, why are you still so disobedient?" Galadia looked at the night sky in the distance, her cheeks covered by her hanging black hair, not looking at him, "Go away quickly."
"Hmm~ It's been two years," Griffith nodded repeatedly. "When I came back from the front, I only had 35 silver coins in my pocket. As the second son of a Border Knight family without inheritance rights, if I can't stay in Bayerland,
, Well, I can go home. My family also said there is no need to feel pressure."
"I think they just want to say, want to say...well, they want you not to be stressed..." Galadia responded casually. Her voice seemed to be choked with sobs.
Well, don't be stressed... Griffith was in a very happy mood. The ethereal sound of the piano seemed to make the night in the forest as quiet as black and white ink. The sleeveless dress revealed ivory-like pink-carved arms.
Make him feel good about blooming.
There is no one else here. Galadia's hands are so beautiful... Griffith gently touched Ruyu's arm and held her hand tightly: "You have always been with me, even when I was ordinary and innocent.
Inconspicuous. We know what might happen next, vaguely... Galadia, how can I help you?"
"You're already helping me,
"Griffith, do you believe in fate?"
Galadia sat sideways without turning around to look at him. Her waterfall-like long straight black hair and fair skin at her neckline were even more attractive than the night. However, her hands were very cold, making Griffith feel like he was holding them.
A piece of ice.
However, he was confident in his own heat and tightened his grip: "I guess it depends on how we look at fate."
Galadia is worried and has many things on her mind. It seems that the battle of the Hand of God and the situation in Canaan have put a lot of pressure on her... Griffith's eyes drifted to the ends of his hair and slender waist. The two sat side by side,
The perfect angle made his heart beat fast.
"When I think of fate, I don't think of an inescapable destiny, but of a certain responsibility, a goal that you must act towards, the meaning of your existence."
"It seems that's what happened." Griffith nodded repeatedly and took the slim body into his arms unceremoniously.
"What if something happened that you never understood that might change all goals?"
"what are you saying?"
Why did the atmosphere become a little serious? Before Griffith could understand, Galadia suddenly broke away from his hand and rubbed her long hair: "Suddenly, you can complete your mission in an instant!
However, the price is..."
"What is it?"
Galadia suddenly became very anxious. She pulled her hair and pulled off a strand of her priceless long black straight hair: "This doesn't make sense! Things shouldn't be like this!
"I have always felt that Galadia Villanoy was born with the blessing of Canaan, and it is natural for her to do her best for the prosperity of Canaan and the happiness of her compatriots.
"I know more and more clearly that my feelings are not wrong. But..."
Griffith became even more worried. He gently pressed the girl's shoulders and tried to turn her around.
At this moment, he suddenly froze. An inexplicable and extremely strong thought flashed through his mind:
"Can not look!"
"Can't look! Can't look!"
"run!"
This sudden spiritual touch made Griffith's whole body go cold, and his hair stood up as if exploding. A drop of cold sweat ran down the back of his neck and slowly slid down his back.
He was almost petrified. The extremely familiar pretty face was only a few centimeters away from his lips, covered by smooth black hair. However, this moving long hair was like a terrifying barrier, as if there was some kind of deadly natural enemy behind it.
.
No, it's not just natural enemies. It's something more desperate and indescribable...
What cannot be looked directly at...
"What you just heard was not the sound of the piano.
"Griffith, there is no music here."
Galadia's voice was filled with tears:
"Human beings have limits. The closer they get to the mystery, the more unbearable the mind and body are. Even the blessings of gods...
"The instinctive resistance and cover-up when one is shocked by mystery and has broken sanity will distort reality, allowing us to hear and see..."
A branch suddenly fell on Griffith's shoulder, startling him. The lush green branches and leaves turned out to be like black ink in Griffith's eyes. When he stared at the branches and leaves, the thickly colored branches and leaves suddenly
It became pale, and the soft branches grew wildly, looking as creepy as a skeleton.
What's going on? Griffith dropped the branch in shock.
"Garadia, let's get out of here!"
Griffith's heartbeat quickened. Before he could pull the girl to her feet, there was a sudden rustle above his head, and more branches and leaves fell from his head. A caterpillar "popped" and landed on the back of his hand.
The curly, dark green bug squirmed, and under Griffith's direct gaze, it opened its mouth and tore it to an unimaginable arc, revealing a maniacally laughing face.
Strange laughter echoed in the air, and Griffith's brain felt like it was being hammered.
Galadia trembled and sobbed: "Griffith, I am affecting the creatures around me.