Iron God of War: Magic Mechas Reshape the War Era

Holy Continent, year 3250 of the Valerian calendar.

Summer, August 19th.

This world has many similarities with the original world, such as the hours, minutes and seconds of each day are the same.

But there are sixteen months in a year, which means that each quarter is extended by one month. And given that the normal average life expectancy of humans is around 70 years old, people in this world are actually generally older than those in the original world.

At the same time, in the night of this world, there are two moons, the larger one is bluer, and the smaller one is reddish.

Therefore, sometimes at night, if the blue moon is severely incomplete and dim, the night sky may appear somewhat reddish.

I already feel this way tonight, and perhaps the next few nights will be even more so under the influence of the red moon.

Kingdom of Armenia, General Military Command Post of the Eastern Front.

Welcome everyone, I am Tewart North, the current second prince of the Kingdom of Arminia, and I am here to greet you all! A young man dressed in gorgeous dark armor came to greet the secret reinforcements from the Kingdom of Avisu.

Hello, Prince Turte. I am Angus Marcellus, commander of the Ninth Army of the Kingdom of Avisu. These are my subordinates. Commander Angus introduced briefly.

The Ninth Army, which belongs to the external army of the Avisu Kingdom, is permanently stationed in the Kizil District in the south of the kingdom, and borders the Lankau Kingdom and the Armenian Kingdom.

That's great. I've heard of your country's Ninth Army for a long time. I didn't expect that you would come to help us. Thank you very much! Second Prince Turte said excitedly.

Regarding this point, I must first correct Your Excellency Prince Turte. I did not lead a large-scale army to assist you, and you do not need to prepare to go to the Black Darius Mountains for support. This is all the support we can provide. Legion Commander Angus took the lead in making a serious correction.

Tuart's face suddenly froze.

Just a few dozen people? One of them was a kid around twelve years old?

But the prince was a prince as expected, he quickly recovered and continued to smile.

Then may I ask what kind of aid your country has prepared? asked Tourte.

Here? Angus asked.

Sorry, I'm rude. Please come this way. Turte understood immediately!

If it is not military assistance, then it must be assistance coming through magic rings, carrying powerful magic props or alchemical weapons.

Soon, under the leadership of Tourte, they came to the heavily guarded tent, and only Angus's adjutant and Su Lian entered. There were many anti-eavesdropping magic circles here, and there were also many hidden special magic props.

Mr. Angus, could you please explain what kind of assistance your country has provided? Turte asked directly.

A newly developed special weapon, with a third-level magic detection capability and fifth-level fire-type range magic power. We bring fifty of them this time. Angus also explained directly.

Tuart and the man beside him fell into a moment of thought.

Fifty fifth-level magic spells are equivalent to the maximum power that a magician group can inflict.

You have to know that even though this is a world of magic and fighting spirit, magicians are very rare, and even if there are some, it is difficult for them to cultivate to a very powerful level. Therefore, most ordinary magician groups in most countries are basically composed of high-level magicians, and the strongest magic of an individual is only the third-level high-level range magic.

Only when magic is cast jointly can the more powerful fourth-order, fifth-order, or even sixth-order range magic be released.

At the same time, although it is called the Magician Corps, in a small country like Armenia, the number of high-level magicians in a magician corps is at most two hundred, and including mid-level magicians, there are only about five hundred people.

Compared to an army that can become a legion with a strength of 10,000 people, the number of personnel in the Magician Corps is very small.

Isn't it equivalent to providing a magician group with firepower assistance that is almost certain to hit the target? That's enough! After thinking about it, Turte nodded seriously.

If the reconnaissance level is only three, it will be easy to succeed, and they definitely have no defense against new weapons. If we are lucky, we can cause more than three thousand deaths at one time! The person next to him also made a rough estimate.

This result is similar to that calculated by General Caroline, and because Su Lian brought fifty missiles this time, the estimate is more than three thousand people.

You decide the attack position, and we will release the personnel. Angus stated directly again.

What if there are casualties... Turte still has to explain this clearly.

We took it upon ourselves and no one carried any identification information. Angus.

That's good. Thank you for your help. Turte was completely relieved.

This kind of assistance is enough.

They also understood that as long as they could hurt the attacking corps of the Kingdom of Lancowu at one time, they would also realize that this was definitely not the ability of the Kingdom of Yamini. Considering the Kingdom of Avisu, plus the pressure from the Kingdom of Sibai and the Finkan Military Union, they would definitely withdraw their troops and would not dare to attack again in the short term.

At the same time, it is understandable because this is the aid with the least loss to the Kingdom of Avisu.

As for the fact that their battlefield had become a testing ground for the Kingdom of Avisu, there was nothing to complain about.

On the contrary, if we can see this new weapon in advance, we will know how to guard against it later. It will be impossible to cause such high casualties at one time.

Afterwards, Su Lian and the others were arranged to rest.

Turte had no intention of asking any additional questions about this little guy Su Lian. He roughly treated him as the child of a legion commander or a general, and sent him to this kind of battlefield in advance to experience it.

At the same time, since he was a child, he was allowed to move around in the military camp more leniently.

Can I go over there and take a look? Su Lian asked the soldier accompanying him.

He is a high-level warrior and a protection (surveillance) personnel arranged by Turte.

The man looked at the area Su Lian pointed to. It was just a rest area for ordinary soldiers and there were no military secrets inside.

Okay, but you can't leave my sight. The soldier nodded.

Thank you. Su Lian smiled.

As expected, my identity as a child is still very useful. It seems that among the blood magic of vampires, there is a very powerful transformation magic at the sixth level. Maybe I can make use of it in the future.

While Su Lian was thinking this, he had already arrived at the area where the soldiers were resting.

The soldiers here were not as active as those in the Avisu Kingdom. Normally, when the soldiers saw a child like him coming, they would probably have already started thinking about how to bully the cute human cubs, but it was completely different here.

Dead and lifeless.

They may be urged to go to the battlefield at any time every day and may lose their lives at any time. Moreover, they are on the absolutely weaker side. No matter how they think about it, they can only feel endless depression. This is why the Kingdom of Armenia was forced to seek assistance from the Kingdom of Avisu.

They really have no chance of winning.

Su Lian looked at them with curiosity, just like an ordinary noble child. The soldiers following him were still looking at him, but now they stood there and smoked.

All these actions seem normal and there is nothing wrong with them.

However, there was a strong sense of scrutiny in Su Lian's eyes.

Which one is suitable to be my goal?

It's best if he's younger, looks smarter, and has cultivated fighting spirit.

SoAt this moment, Su Lian noticed a young man with long curly brown hair who was sitting in a corner and wiping his sword out of boredom.

He was young, with life in his eyes, and he gave people a sense of cleverness, especially since he was a mid-level fighter and seemed to be about to reach a high level.

Judging from the military rank on his arm, he is a squad leader.

It's you.

Su Lian selected his target.

He walked past him inadvertently, with a very weak fluctuation of magic power between his fingers, and without anyone noticing, he used space magic to send a note to the legs of the team leader who was sitting cross-legged.

Under normal circumstances, the sudden appearance of a note in that position would be imperceptible, but he was a mid-level warrior and could feel the fluctuations of spatial magic at such a close distance.

Huh? the man asked puzzledly.

But he quickly turned his eyes away, pretending not to know and continued to wipe the sword in his hand.

Su Lian was very satisfied with the result.

Smart people are easy to deal with, but if it were a stupid guy, he might immediately shout: Who are you!

Soon, Su Lian pretended to be bored, returned to the soldiers who followed him, and continued to visit other places without arousing any suspicion.

Not long after they left, the man secretly put the note away and found a secret place to read it secretly.

The content was written in the Amino Acid language, and Su Lian asked Uncle Ryan to write it under Nalin's instruction. Even if it was discovered, it would not be exposed due to the handwriting problem.

Contents of the note:

you.

My ancestor was a powerful god of war who left behind a special magic item that is said to be able to cause at least seventh-level magic power in one strike.

But it needs to be placed in a certain location in advance and can only be activated at night when the red moon is overhead.

This is your chance to gain military merit and a title.

Magic props are in your backpack.

This is... The man quickly thought of something!

He quickly looked through the backpack he was carrying, and sure enough, there was a crystal of unknown material inside. It looked like a prop for sealing magic.

Could this be the good luck that has come for me, Hardy Hansom? May the great elemental gods bless you! Hardy said excitedly in a low voice.

He is indeed very clever.

He soon realized that someone wanted him to experiment with some powerful magic to see how lethal it would be on the battlefield. But he might not be able to do it himself, so he needed someone to help.

Then it is completely reasonable to choose a lucky person among the soldiers for this reason!

Do you think it will be sold?

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm a poor unlucky guy who may die at any time on the battlefield!

Sold? Exploited?

Don't talk to me about this!

This is an opportunity to get promoted, make money, obtain a title, and possibly even be exempted from future wars. Even if it means taking a gamble, you have to take it!