Five Hundred and Forty-Seven Pincers
"Vivienne..." Jessica stroked the girl's back, softly comforting Vivienne who was already crying.
Chris sat on the edge of the bed irritably, with a gloomy face as if he wanted to eat people. He just felt the huge fluctuation of magic power, and felt the fall of Longsa Delai.
Because of the blessing of the magic circle, and because the huge energy is clearer than the death of the general great magister or magic saint, Chris felt that the magic power belonging to Longsard Lai finally dissipated, which made him feel very uncomfortable it is good.
It may be that they are both human beings, and they have met each other again, so they are more familiar with each other. It may also be the reason why Chris has a deeper understanding of magic. In short, he felt it, felt the fact that Ronsardley had died.
Therefore, the first thing he thought of was his wife, Vivienne who always liked to chatter.
There are not many members of the royal family in Alan Hill, and it has only recently expanded to 4 people. There are three concubines plus an emperor, and there is not even a crown prince.
However, just in this room, the four Alan Hill royal families standing there, everyone knows that they control the future of this continent, and no one dares to despise them who hold the human scepter in their hands.
"Jessica..." Vivian couldn't help it, and buried her head in Jessica's chest with tears in her eyes. At this moment, the hundreds-year-old grandma was crying into tears.
"The plane will be ready in 40 minutes... Chris... take care of Vivienne, and I will take care of the western front." Cape Luna stood beside Chris, whispering a comforter that fit her personality if.
As a princess who can escape from marriage, she will not hold Vivienne and cry like Jessica. What she will do is to clenched her fists, vent the anger suppressed in her heart, and vent it on the corpse of the enemy.
In the past, this Princess Higgs could only worry about the country and the people. Facing a powerful enemy, she could only suppress her dissatisfaction and anger in her heart.
Now, she has the power of the Alan Hill Empire, such a huge power can allow her to realize what she wants, so she doesn't need to suppress and endure.
"After arriving on the Western Front, don't give those people face. If there are still people who crowd out the Alan Hill Expeditionary Army, then bury them all." Chris said coldly: "Take all the new god puppets."
"The people worthy of respect and worthy of our face are dead... The rest are all irrelevant people." Chris stretched out his hand and squeezed Cape Luna's catkin tightly: "Pay attention Be safe and protect yourself."
"I will.
Luna nodded, then reached out and stroked Vivienne's hair: "Don't worry, Vivienne, I will kill all the demons in Grekken. "
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Vivienne was still crying bitterly. The departure of Longsard Lai was a huge blow to her.
Vivienne's father passed away early, and her mother had been dead for many years because she was a mortal. The one who took care of her all the time was actually Longsadry.
This elder, who looks like a grandfather and also resembles a parent, has always been Vivian's closest person. The bits and pieces of the past kept reappearing in Vivienne's mind, making her tears flow uncontrollably.
After saying this, Cape Luna turned around and walked to the door, and pushed open the door of Vivienne's bedroom, and then she saw Luther, Des and others waiting outside the door.
"Your Majesty is in a bad mood...but you can go in." Luna nodded slightly to Luther and Des, and left with her two long legs. She was swift and resolute, her long hair swaying from side to side with her steps.
Luther walked into Vivienne's bedroom through the door opened by Capet Luna, stood behind Chris, and bent down close to Chris's ear: "Your Majesty... the news just transmitted by the satellite , the activity of Greckon's magic eye has decreased, it has been suppressed."
"Understood." Chris looked at Vivienne, who was in pain, and replied with a cold face, and stopped talking.
Luther gritted his teeth, and continued to report: "The dinner to welcome the royal family members of the Palak Empire... According to the plan, you are going to attend... Do you want to cancel it?"
"Let Des go instead of me..." Chris sighed softly, and replied, "There's no need to cancel."
"And..." Luther gritted his teeth and continued.
"Choose the important one." Chris was a little impatient, and directly interrupted Luther's words.
"The eulogy for St. Longsard Lafayette has been written. Would you like to have a look at it?" Luther murmured after he thought about it and filtered out all the very important but outdated news.
"Have someone lower the flag of the palace to half..." Chris recalled the way of mourning in his previous life, and ordered: "Add a sentence to the eulogy, Emperor Alan Hill mourns deeply."
"Resignation, sir." Luther took a step back, straightened up slightly, and then retreated to the door step by step, before turning around and pushing open the door, and retreated outside.
"Your Majesty said that you will attend the evening banquet on his behalf. In addition, the eulogy is at the discretion of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but the palace will fly at half-staff, and the eulogy must include the sentence 'Emperor Alan Hill mourns Saint Longsard Lafayette'." Wait until Guan Guan After closing the door, Luther looked at Des and said, "He's in a bad mood. Princess Vivienne has been crying, but the situation on the western front seems to be turning the corner."
"Mr. Lonsardley's sacrifice will not be in vain, we will definitely avenge this revenge!" Des's expression was not good, and he turned and left after leaving this sentence.
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At the same time, on the rough waters of the North Sea, all the main guns on the huge human battleships were pointing in the same direction, and the earth-shattering gunfire was echoing in the distance.
"Boom!" All of a sudden, the 406mm caliber main gun of the Irish Navy flagship Dreadnought spewed out dazzling fireballs, and layers of ripples blown by huge shock waves spread out on the sea surface on the side of the battleship. Come.
In order to save missiles, Alan Hill still built a large number of artillery battleships, including nuclear-powered battleships and ordinary-powered artillery cruisers.
These warships are all classic designs, and each warship has powerful artillery, which can continuously and uninterruptedly attack the enemy's fleet.
Compared with guided missile destroyers and guided missile cruisers, these warships have stronger sustained combat capabilities, but their shortcomings are still obvious.
Because missile ships can attack opponents at a relatively safe distance, battleships can only wander around on the edge of danger.
However, Alan Hill's battleship relied on its thick armor and the protection of the magic defense barrier, and was not afraid of the devil's magic cannon. It dared to approach and attack, so the results of the battle were even more significant.
Moreover, as the caliber of Alan Hill's artillery gradually increases, the accuracy of radar detection increases day by day, and the hit rate of artillery battles at a distance of about 20 kilometers is astonishing, while the magic cannon on the demon battleship can only hit about 10 kilometers at most, so For Alan Hill, the artillery battle is still full of advantages.
"General! The domestic telegram just received!" An officer walked over and handed a telegram to General Lawns when the fierce battle was in full swing. He stood at attention and saluted, and said, "The news about Grecon..."
Genesis didn't know what the news of Grecon was sent from China at this time. You must know that he was engaged in a large-scale naval battle, and its importance was self-evident. The safety is not overstated.
He took the telegram. At this time, the battleship Victory in the distance launched a salvo of artillery that shook the mountains. The huge flames could still be seen clearly even in daylight, which meant that at least another Several demon warships are about to sink into the cold seabed.
"Lonsard is dead..." Passing the message back to the officer beside him, Genesis frowned slightly: "In exchange for a slight improvement in the situation on the Western Front... It seems that not all magicians are Asshole."
He sighed with emotion, and then looked at the gun cruiser Xuelan firing in the distance: "So, as long as we win here, the devil's counterattack this time will be considered a half failure!"
Speaking of this, he narrowed his eyes, turned his head suddenly, and ordered to the adjutant behind him: "Send a telegram to Marshal Wagron, requesting his sky fleet to speed up and cut into the rear of the demon fleet!"
"Follow orders! General!" The adjutant turned and left. Outside the window behind him, the anti-aircraft missile destroyer farther away fired a row of tracer bombs. The dense rain of bullets instantly smashed a demon bat trying to approach the fleet into a sieve.
On the Endless Sea, Wagron, who also received the telegram, held the telegram paper into a ball with a powerful hand. Sitting in the command position, he stood up suddenly, and ordered loudly as if venting: "Keep firing! Don't wait for my order! Attack freely! Sink these bastards!"
"Marshal!" An officer came over with a new telegram, stood at attention and saluted, "A telegram from General Genesis...he asked us to turn to the side of the demon fleet and launch an attack."
"Call back and tell him that I will turn around immediately and assist him in annihilating all the demon warships!" Wagron squeezed the ball of paper in his hand a little tighter: "Use the electromagnetic gun to attack those large targets on the radar from a long distance! Sink all the devil's floating castles! Don't let a single one go!"
Just when he gave the order, a demon's floating castle tens of kilometers away exploded and disintegrated amidst the thick smoke.
And in these water columns, some demon warships that were hit by stones are slowly sinking, while the remaining warships are turning in panic to avoid the area where the floating castle fell.