A group of people stared blankly at her. After a long while, the prince cleared his throat and said, "Aren't those red mists extremely corrosive and impossible to approach?"
"It's only effective on witches. According to the research results of the Investigation Society, ordinary people, animals, and plants can survive under the red mist, and flames can accelerate its dissipation." Agatha said bluntly, "Didn't you say that mortals can defeat devils? Then prove it to me! Wyverns can be handed over to the flying witches to lure away," she pointed to Tilly, "The rest of you should set up a battle formation in advance, awaken the devils, and wait for them to come and throw themselves into the net. If it's really as you said, you should be able to easily swallow this stronghold, right?"
Roland shook his head with a smile. "I didn't tell you before, this reconnaissance was completed using a hot air balloon, not the flying witches you thought—this kind of floating tool can only carry a dozen or so people at a time, I'm afraid it won't be able to transport ordinary soldiers over. And..." He paused, "The plan you arranged is not safe. No one knows how many devils are lurking underground. Close-range combat is likely to result in casualties. Luring the wyverns is also a dangerous task. I can't let them take risks."
How could there be a completely foolproof plan when fighting devils, Agatha thought angrily. Every time the Holy Army took the initiative to attack, everyone was fighting the devils with the determination to die in battle. He was indeed deceiving himself! In order to achieve a goal, it is normal to pay casualties. Only those who have never experienced cruel war would care so much about the lives and deaths of their troops.
Although disappointed, she still restrained her emotions and did not reveal these doubts. Everything would be decided after seeing the so-called new weapons in the afternoon.
But Agatha didn't have much hope at this time.
A prince who only knew how to talk on paper, a group of auxiliary witches, and weak and powerless mortals, no matter how powerful the weapons were, how powerful could they be?
Perhaps from the moment the Association collapsed and disintegrated, the demise of mankind was already doomed.
"You mentioned the Divine Will Battle many times in your words, why do you call it that? Isn't this a war to resist the devil invaders?" Roland changed a piece of paper and asked, picking up the quill.
"Everyone calls it that, but the cause of the war is not recorded in history," Agatha replied somewhat disheartenedly. "It's not wrong to say that it is a war to resist invaders, the devils did come to Dawn Realm through the Stone Gate—"
"What Stone Gate?" Scroll couldn't help but interrupt.
"The Gates of Hell that rise from the ground," she sighed, "Every time the blood-red moon descends, the Gates of Hell will open, devouring the world we live in, this is the saying in history—in short, these damn Stone Gates open every few hundred years, and the first batch of devils came to Dawn Realm through them, trying to wipe us out."
"Is the periodicity of the enemy's attacks related to this?"
"They need red mist to survive. If they leave the range of the red mist, they have to carry storage containers with them—skins, iron boxes, or jars made of evil beast shells. This is also why we still have the opportunity to usher in the second and third Divine Will Battles. When the Stone Gate appears, the devils can build obelisks that can produce red mist on their own—this kind of black stone tower is almost taller than a mountain, and its spread range is extremely wide, almost one can cover the entire Fertile Plains." She said slowly, "If the next Divine Will Battle breaks out, then it must be because the devils have built obelisks in the center of the Fertile Plains. After turning the plains into their home, they will launch attacks against you based on the camps on the edge of the red mist. This time, mankind has nowhere to retreat."
"If that day really comes, everyone can go to the fjord to take refuge," Tilly shrugged.
"Are you talking about those islands in the Vortex Sea? How many people can a small piece of land support? It's just waiting for the end to come in despair," Agatha said unhappily.
"Okay, everyone be optimistic. At least we now have a general understanding of the devils," the prince spread his hands. "When the third Divine Will Battle begins, we won't be completely unprepared. Let's stop here for today, and talk about other things after lunch."
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After Agatha had a sumptuous lunch, she followed Wendy back to her room.
Life in the Barren Land was more... luxurious than she expected. The variety and taste of the dishes far surpassed any banquet she could remember—probably because she was born in a time of war. At that time, whether in her own stone tower or in the Association fortress, food was mainly bread, dried meat, and vegetable soup. But here, salt, butter, and honey were all available, as well as some spices that she couldn't name. Despite paying attention to her image, she couldn't help but empty the entire plate of pan-fried mushrooms and two large pieces of pepper steak.
But the more this was the case, the more angry she felt. She hated that she couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and embarrass the Holy City of Taqila, and she also felt that at such a critical moment, the prince still had the leisure to enjoy the food, unaware that mankind was about to perish, which was simply short-sighted!
"I'm already familiar with the roads in the castle," thinking of this, she said in a somewhat stiff tone, "You don't have to bother to bring me back next time."
"It's not a bother, I'm very willing to do these..." Wendy smiled, "And you can chat with me if you have anything to say, keeping it in your heart will only make your emotions more depressed."
"Didn't he say that he would take me to see the new weapon test in the afternoon? Why did he leave the reception room alone after lunch?"
"Are you referring to His Highness Roland? Well... I think His Highness is planning to take a nap," Wendy covered her mouth and said, "This is his habit. He usually sleeps for an hour at noon. His Highness often says that the body is the capital of work. Without sufficient rest, it is impossible to be competent in the work of a lord."
A nap, what kind of habit is this! Isn't one night enough for him to sleep! Agatha thought angrily. This is clearly an excuse for the lazy, and you actually look like you believe it!
"Whether ordinary witches or high-level awakeners... why do you trust him so much?" She took a deep breath, "Just because he gave you a place to live? Do you really believe that he can defeat the devils... no, even defeat the church that oppresses you?"
"I don't know what other sisters think," Wendy said softly, "But I believe it. Because His Highness can turn things that others can't imagine or dare to imagine into reality. To me, those are all miracles."
"Mir...acles?"
"When witches were hunted and persecuted, he rescued the Mutual Aid Society; when everyone regarded us as demons, he created a territory where witches and mortals could coexist. In just one year, His Highness relied on an army composed of civilians to block the invasion of evil beasts and defeated Duke Ryan, whose territory was several times larger than his; even the berserk army of the Kingdom of Graycastle could not step into the Western Region."
"But these are just battles between mortals, completely different from the God's Punishment Army and the devils," Agatha shook her head.
"Of course, it's not just these," Wendy continued, "He imparted knowledge and ideas that evolved the abilities of four sisters. He not only created machines with great power, but also weapons that could enable knights, or even ordinary people, to defeat extraordinary witches... These are all miracles that I can see, not epics from the taverns, nor legends from the books—they all happen around me."
"He will one day become the King of Graycastle and lead us to defeat any enemy," her eyes were filled with smiles, but her voice was full of confidence, "That's what I believe."
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