Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 502 Chapter Explosion Suspicion

Damian Wakemar and his adjutant exchanged a glance, then quickly stood up and ran to the window.

  As soon as the adjutant opened the window, the heat wave that hit them even though they were so far away, and the scorching red that took away all other colors in the gloomy night, made the two senior officers of the Glorious Federation stunned on the spot:

Damian saw with his own eyes that a few hundred meters away from the military camp office building, a red mushroom cloud was slowly rising and transforming until everything within sight was dyed with the color of destruction.

At this moment, Damian Wakemar even thought that he was in the Burning Purgatory under the rule of Grand Lord Ahriman, rather than the Upper Town of the City of Thorns that he was so familiar with.

"This direction...is..." The adjutant's face flushed, but not because of shyness, but because of shock and fear.

“—It’s the Seventh Brigade’s arsenal.” Damian Wakema’s cheeks were distorted because his muscles were too tense.

He ignored the screams and cries that continued to come from outside the window, rushed to his desk, and took out a priceless short-range communicator "Bell Crystal Microphone" from the drawer. He used his hand to break the brass mechanism on the base of the megaphone and dialed the magic rhythm of the headquarters of the 7th Brigade of the "Desolate Watch" Division without thinking.

——These "Bell Crystal Megaphones" were ordered by the Blood Council from the Southern Demons at a high price in the early stages of the Sixth War, and then distributed to senior officers above the rank of general.

Compared to the magician's exclusive "Magic Cube of Achilles", the "Bell Crystal Microphone" can only transmit voice within a certain range, and consumes a huge amount of magic power. It needs to be recharged by the magician every time it is used. It can be said that a high cost is exchanged for the efficiency and stability of real-time calls.

Because the "Bell Crystal Microphone" is extremely precious, according to federal military regulations, unless there is an extremely urgent situation, this precious treasure must never be used without authorization, and communication must be carried out according to convention using winter pigeons.

However, the situation tonight is definitely "extremely urgent".

  Damian Vekoma stood by the table, staring at the clicking Bell Crystal Megaphone with a grim expression, until an indistinct human voice came out from the brass horn of the megaphone:

"…The Seventh Brigade…Noel…is here!"

Perhaps because the violent explosion disrupted the magical rhythm in the air, the voice of Colonel Nunoel, commander of the 7th Brigade of the "Desolation Watch" Division, was intermittent and unclear when it came over here.

However, Damian and the adjutant could hear that even as Colonel Nunoor was speaking, there were constant noisy voices, running sounds, and crashing sounds coming from the loudspeaker, and the entire 7th Brigade headquarters was obviously in chaos.

Damian reached out his hand and patted the "Bell Crystal Microphone" hard, finally improving the call quality a little, but as he tried to suppress one problem, another one arose. The desk lamp next to him began to flicker again.

“Colonel Nunoor!” Damian ignored the malfunctioning lamp, suppressed his anxiety, and shouted into the megaphone, “Report the situation over there! What happened!”

  Colonel Nunoor also sounded overwhelmed:

"Report, report to the general! Our brigade's arsenal suddenly caught fire and exploded! I have already sounded the emergency mobilization call, and the soldiers are working hard to put out the fire!"

"What's in your brigade's armory?" Damian asked through gritted teeth.

"Report! These are the incendiary bombs and arrows prepared for the city defense battle, as well as five 'Flesh and Blood Disaster' chariots and their ammunition, fuel, and -"

Before Colonel Nunoor could finish his words, Damian hung up the phone and raised his head with a look of despair.

Incendiary bombs, and "blood and flesh" fuel...

  The flammable and explosive military supplies stored in the Seventh Brigade's arsenal meant that once an explosion occurred, the fire would spread at lightning speed, and it was impossible to deal with it in a short time by sending soldiers to put out the fire;

Not only would all the military supplies in the arsenal, which were extremely valuable at the moment of war, have been destroyed, but if the soldiers failed to put out the fire effectively and the fire spread to other places, it would even lead to a greater disaster.

“Before the magic power in the megaphone is exhausted, go connect to the lines of several other brigades and ask them to send people to put out the fire.” Damian pushed the crystal megaphone to the adjutant, then slumped in his chair and closed his eyes in pain.

Damian Vekoma was thinking about everything he could about the midnight explosion.

Was it an accident?

The Glorious Federation had also experienced fires in armories before, with the causes ranging from spontaneous combustion due to high temperatures to random sparks. In fact, the military of any regime on the continent must have experienced similar troubles.

But was today's explosion an accident?

Damian turned his head and stared at the night outside the window: the huge burning mushroom cloud had dissipated, but the raging flames were still entangled on the horizon like maggots, reflecting half of the sky red. In this fiery edge, a light blue light flashed from time to time. It was obvious that the shamans of the Seventh Brigade were chanting the elemental magic chants of the ninth apostle of the God of War, the "Ice and Fire Walker" Saccilio, to put out the fire.

It doesn't look like an accident. Damian frowned and thought, it's already early November, the temperature at night is very low, and the flammable materials in the arsenal have been treated with flame retardant when they were stored, so it's unlikely that they will spontaneously ignite and cause an explosion due to some factors.

What's more, a large number of shaman totem poles specially used to curb flames were placed in the armory, and there were also soldiers patrolling and guarding. A fire caused by an accidental fire would never break out without warning.

  ——Is there someone behind this, causing the explosion intentionally?

Damian knew that there were too many people who were motivated to do this. Putting aside the Human Empire, the number one opponent of the Glorious Federation in the war, there might be some forces lurking in the dark even within the Glorious Federation and Thorn City, just to find an opportunity to deal a heavy blow to the Federation Army, the Vekma Clan, or even Damian Vekma himself...

Is it the Empire? Damian thought silently. He knew that there were still some spies under Grand Duke Grimm Rosario lurking in Thorn City. Although the previous search and arrest operation was effective, it did not completely eliminate them. Damian could fully imagine how a Whitehall agent who was loyal to Rose City sneaked into the arsenal of the Seventh Brigade with explosives and detonated the explosives at the risk of his life, just to prove that his pursuit of honor was no less than that of the orcs...

  But is this possible?

The addresses of all arsenals, including the 7th Brigade's arsenal, have never been revealed to any outsider. Except for the troops responsible for guarding the warehouses, even other soldiers are not aware of them.

Considering that the Upper Town of Thorn City is now a completely restricted military area and civilians in the Midtown and Lower Town cannot enter at all, it is hard for Damian to imagine how the imperial spies in the city were able to accurately locate the arsenal and then bypass numerous blockades to place explosives at the target.

Since the transportation and storage of all munitions were carried out in secret, Damian was even confident that even the iron dragon of Elliot Igor, which often appeared over Thorn City, might not be able to discover the location of the Seventh Brigade's arsenal.

Could there be a traitor? Damian's eyes rested on the adjutant who was anxiously contacting the various brigade headquarters using a crystal megaphone.

He did not believe that the orc soldiers, who were famous for their honor and loyalty, would betray their clan and homeland. However, the Federation traitor Master Ner'zhul, who caused a stir in Bloodthorn City, was rumored to have surrendered to the Empire and was serving the Lord of Frost Maple Ridge. And as far as Damian knew, Master Ner'zhul seemed to have mastered some evil magic to control the mind...

And why tonight? Why would whoever did it want to blow up a federal arsenal tonight?

Damian knew clearly that apart from the increasingly tense atmosphere on the eve of the war, there had been no abnormal phenomena in Thorn City in the past few days.

In fact, even today was the same. All preparations were being carried out in an orderly manner. If there was anything special, it was that I stayed up all night, waiting for my adjutant to come back and report after attending the "God-given Blade" exhibition...

"Damn it, this crystal megaphone! The call is disconnected again!" Damian's thoughts were interrupted by the adjutant's scolding - the latter reached out and knocked on the priceless "Bell Crystal Megaphone" several times, which made the sound coming from the speaker less intermittent.

“It’s strange, this crystal megaphone has never before—” Damian said, then stopped.

He had been thinking that the reason why the communication with the "Bell Crystal Microphone" was intermittent was because it had a malfunction like the oil lamp, or that the magical rhythm used to transmit sound in the air was disturbed by the explosion.

But if you think about it carefully, the "Bell Crystal Megaphone" produced by the demons can be used normally even on a battlefield full of gunfire, so how could it be disturbed by an explosion?

In order to disrupt the call quality of the crystal megaphone, a more powerful and violent magical rhythm fluctuation is required...

"Hey!" Damian shouted. The lieutenant, who was busy on the phone, looked at his superior in confusion. "You didn't bring anything back from the trade show?"

"Bring something back? What do you mean?" The adjutant put down the phone in confusion.

“No one stuffed anything into your pocket at the trade show, did they?” Damian asked, a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart.

"No? How could that be--" The adjutant blinked and patted the pockets on his uniform--

Then, his movements and voice suddenly stopped.

Damian Wakema's heart almost stopped beating.

The adjutant took out a fingernail-sized, sparkling, azure crystal from his pocket with trembling hands.

As the crystal left the pocket and was exposed to the air, the voice of the "Bell Crystal Megaphone" was interrupted, replaced by a huge, shrill and piercing sharp noise.

"What, what is this!" the adjutant shouted.

"This is a crystal! A magic crystal! It is used to transmit magical rhythms—"

Before Damian Wakema could finish his words, his pupils dilated with fear.

Because a bright red metal had already penetrated through the adjutant's chest, and the hot blood sprayed all over the face of the young General Damian Wakema.

Right in front of Damian, the orc adjutant, still with a puzzled expression on his face, slowly fell down like a collapsed tower, revealing the bespectacled human scholar standing behind him.

"Professor Kirlian Andropov of the Hermetic Society, I wish you good morning, good afternoon, and good night." The Lord of Frost Maple Ridge lightly shook off the blood on the crowbar, then bowed slightly to the frightened orc general.