The battle not long ago defeated the main force of the rebels and 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 captain, with a status equivalent to a lieutenant colonel in the National Defense Forces.
The flag captain is one level higher than the second-level assault brigade captain. Considering that this is a rank in the Praetorian Guards, higher than the same rank in the Wehrmacht, Griffiths has already entered the ranks of Bayerland's senior officers.
Considering Griffith's age, qualifications and achievements, a three-level promotion was excessive and inappropriate. Even with the blessing of the identity of the Hand of God, such a promotion requires the intervention of the Senate and the Arcane Council to be passed. 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 flag 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. There are multiple auxiliary units such as engineering squadrons, light cavalry squadrons, and military police squadrons, with a combat strength of up to 7,000 people.
Since the auxiliary corps was not a direct line unit of the Senate, the Wei 10 Light Infantry was much weaker than the permanent corps. The number of reinforced units such as cavalry and artillery was strictly limited, and most of the infantry were 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. If 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 into 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 organization of Beyelan'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 decision-making power on personnel, organization and operations, and can appoint Lana and Medienmaia as officers of this force. .
This promotion comes at the perfect time!
If operated properly, this army will be of great use in the coming battles. Aaron's strength after growing up is certainly 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 him.
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 for 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, "Please, Mr. Flag Captain Make a speech about your promotion.”
Griffith immediately sat up straight, collected his thoughts, and looked at everyone present:
"The Senate is not stingy in rewarding those 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 Secure the wealthy towns along the eastern coast of Verona. As a reward, the gentlemen who fight here will receive their own fiefdoms."
"That's great, we can all have our own manors!" Everyone responded in unison.
Lana patted 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:
"And what if the Senate gives some sort of order?"
The noisy party fell silent.
Griffith tapped the table:
“Who are our enemies and who are our friends is the primary question of war.
“The residents of Verona, Sevastro, Odessa and other provinces are our compatriots and neighbours.
“When this civil war is over, we need to rebuild 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 between the Hand of God. The winner will receive a miracle. Before the real war can be decided, the battle for the wishing device may be settled.
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 questions.
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, there is 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 It is difficult to obtain within time. Roland and the Confederacy can also help provide a stable rear and form an alliance against the wizards and the Senate...
There were many unresolved questions, and the alien gods from the virtual realm were pressing closer, and his overloaded thinking had exceeded his cognitive scope.
Griffith couldn't help but feel a little tired as he thought about these questions. 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 are pleasing to the eye, with exuberant vitality overflowing from the vase, and even buds blooming among the complicated branches and leaves.
It is still so vibrant after being picked. Is this the rose of Verona? It certainly lives up to its reputation. However... there don't seem to be such bouquets in other vases. Is it because I am treated differently as a lord?
Griffith, whose mind was empty, was a little surprised, and wondered if his common sense had gone awry again. He stared at the unusual plant and cracked open an egg.
The food in Verona is very special. Locals soak eggs that are about to hatch in alcohol to make unique dishes. Many people are afraid of this dish, but some people find it delicious.
Griffith's attention was focused on the beautiful bunch of roses, and his fingers suddenly felt a tingling sensation when he opened the soaked eggs. He lowered his head and took a look.
An eye stared back at him from within the broken eggshell. It was full of pale, desperate and ferocious anomalies.
"..."
this……
What is this? !
The indescribable scene shook 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 from the hand of God!
What kind of characteristic is this? !
All the hair on Griffith's body stood on end. He reached out and grabbed the sword at his waist, raised his head, and met Galadia's gaze. The elf also stared at the egg, his face as white as snow.
"No, I don't know..." Galadia was also shocked. She murmured, grabbing Griffith's hand under the table.
"boom--!"
Griffith heard a roar in the dark. It's not like thunder, but it seems to be a confluence of extremely chaotic sounds, a cry that indicates the change of madness. Even the wailing of tens of thousands of people on the battlefield was overshadowed by this loud noise.
The strange sound disappeared 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 is also a subversive uneasiness swirling around.
The other Beyonders present did not seem to be affected. However, their spirituality was 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. Immediately afterwards, 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 coming out of the storm. The leader of the elf has an extraordinary appearance, wearing a bright red robe studded with diamonds. An invisible barrier as clear as blue crystal surrounds his body, as if he is in the thick night. He ignored the knights and officers surrounding him, and only nodded slightly to Galadia:
"Good evening, Miss Villanoyin,
"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 stripped Naira von Kwaimantha of her properties. Their reckless actions resulted in the destruction of the Hand of God, without our prior consent, and the trajectory of the mysterious world has been changed. .
“The wise Canaanite senate declares—
"The road to the eternal land has been opened. The oracle of Yinluvash tells us that Miss Galadia Valannoyin is one of the two newly born glorious elves who will lead us to the eternal bliss. 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 torchlight illuminated the visiting elves, and the gemstones glowed like flowing flames.
Tyrael looked at Galadia with a smile. He has a tall figure, a charming voice, and a graceful manner that is like a painting, but it makes people feel uneasy like a needle.
Orders between extraordinary beings do not need to be read out on the spot. A spell or a sacred weapon can make one's will travel thousands of miles. The elves sent several powerful extraordinary beings to come in person, definitely not just to have a few words with Galadia.
Lana pressed the giant sword, Murat activated the shield, and Russell unknowingly moved back to the side.
"Declaration received, Lord Tyrell." Galadia said, gently pressing Griffith's wrist.
Her tone was calm, but her answer did not satisfy the powerful elf. The extraordinary elf's eyes were as cold as ice, and the magic ball around him spun, making a buzzing noise that ripped through 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 radiant elves."
His words evoked a terrifying pressure and momentum. The spinning orbs and gathered psychic energy hissed and exploded in the air, and the violent storm almost tore off the roof. It seems that with just one thought, the extraordinary elves coming here can crush the entire territory.
Suddenly, Tyrell's hand froze, staring intently at the cracked eggshell on the table.
The momentum disappeared in an instant. The smile on the proud elf's lips turned into a twitch. He said nothing, turned around and sketched a magic circle, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye along 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 of Canaan once visited this place and almost took action.
The bewildered guests returned to their seats. Russell grunted loudly:
"If you ask me, these pointy ears are all weirdos.
"I'm not targeting you!"
Galadia suddenly stood up, said good night to everyone, and disappeared from the door like a gust of wind 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 out.
Griffith ran behind, but the elf's graceful figure was light and fast. He couldn't catch up for a while and actually lost him.
He searched for a while in the night but still couldn't find him. Unconsciously, a tinkling sound like running water floated in the evening wind.
The sweet melody flowing from the strings makes people forget all the troubles around them, float to the distant dark land, look at the strange moonlight in the sky, and stay 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 me of the mountains at dawn, the songs lingering 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" to the woods, where Galadia was sitting on the treetops.
"The sound of the piano is so beautiful!" Griffith admired sincerely.
The autumn forest-like fragrance has an intoxicating grape fragrance. Galadia sat quietly on the top of a tall tree, without an instrument like a harp in her hand.
"Where's Qin?" 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 treetops on his hands and knees. He hesitated after hearing the girl's words.
It is said that when a girl is in a bad mood, telling you not to come over is not what they mean 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.
"So 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."
"Well~two years," Griffith nodded repeatedly. "When I came back from the front line, 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 be stressed."
"I think they just want to say...well, they want you not to be stressed..." Galadia responded casually. Her voice seemed choked.
Well, don't stress... Griffith is in a good 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 exposed ivory-like pink and jade-carved arms, making him feel good about blossoming.
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, not turning to look at him. The waterfall-like long straight black hair and the fair skin at the collar are even more attractive than the night. However, her hands were cold, making Griffith feel like he was holding a piece of ice.
However, he was confident in his 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 at 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 slim waist. The two sat side by side, The perfect angle made his heart pound.
“When I think of destiny, I think not of an inescapable destiny, but of a certain responsibility, a goal towards which you must act, 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! But 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 Velanoyin 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 my 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 soft black hair. However, this charming long hair is like a terrifying barrier, as if there is some kind of deadly natural enemy behind it.
No, not just natural enemies. It's something more desperate and indescribable...
What cannot be looked directly at...
"What you heard just now 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 become. 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 as black as ink in Griffith's eyes. When he stared at the branches and leaves, the thick black ink-colored branches suddenly turned pale, and the soft branches grew crazily, as creepy as a skeleton.
what happened! Griffith dropped the branch in shock.
"Garadia, let's get out of here!"
Griffith's heart raced. Before he could pull the girl to her feet, there was a sudden rustling sound above her head, and more branches and leaves fell from above her head. A caterpillar 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.
"I can `t control!"
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