War is really an annoying group movement, with a disgusting atmosphere of death. Everyone on the battlefield, both men and women, will hate war, hate the people they face on the battlefield, hate themselves who have not been able to save their friends, and even more hate themselves who have failed to kill the enemy but have died in their enemies.

Anne walked through the battlefield, holding a warhammer in her left hand and a shotgun with a magazine in her right hand, and was constantly shooting. The layout of the single-headed bullet and the deer bullet gave her the advantage no matter what target she faced.

When the magazine was empty and New Eden's troops launched a counterattack, she threw the shotgun in her hand to the members of the logistics squad behind her, held the warhammer in both hands, activated its heavy blow function, and raised it to face the Lord of the Crown, which was far higher than her. First, she held the attack coming from the face, lowered her right hand, raised her left hand, and swung the opponent's long sword. The next second, the tail nail of the warhammer stabbed into the opponent's chest. The tail nail made of the Holy Anvil had silver seeping and blessings, which was like a huge poison for the Lord of the Crown.

Push away the Lord of the Crown, which had been ignited by the Holy Flame, and the waving warhammer shattered the chest plate armor of the other Lord of the Crown together with the ribs in it.

Taking steps, he came to the crown Lord who had completely lost his ability to move. Anne stomped its skull and ended its suffering.

I don't want to lose. Whether in this world or in the war that may happen next, Anne of the Thuringian family will always be the most reliable person around Marceau, a sharp sword, a shield, and a comrade-in-arms who kills enemies and faces death.

The second layer of the warhammer's heavy blow function was turned on. Holding the warhammer with a magic pattern on the surface of the hammer body, Anne raised it, and when she was swinging it halfway, she let her left hand accelerate and swung a shadow in the air with the warhammer, which caused the unexpected crown Lord and the plate armor on his body to directly hammer into a pool of broken bones and fragments on the ground.

The skull that had lost its body rolled to Anne's feet, and the soul stone that was still working continued to light up its eye sockets. Anne heard the roar of the soul, Marlene, it was shouting this name. Anne didn't know who Marlene would be, but she still raised her feet and slashed the skull together with the soul stone in it.

Kicking away the bones, Anne walked towards the defense line of the New Edens. Behind her were more and more friendly parties. The New Eden soldiers who had completely fired the bullets jumped out of the trenches and launched a counter-charge. They were greeted by the Eastern Continental people's line-up shooting.

"The commander has an order! Don't let one go!" After taking the shotgun handed over by the logistics squad members, Anne stopped, looked at the futile figure on the opposite side, and pulled the trigger in silence.

This is the end of the weak. I will become stronger so that my sisters can display their talents with peace of mind. Only in this way can I protect this family, protect every sister and cub in the family, and protect everyone's happiness, every beauty, and every innocent.

This is the oath made by every child of the Federation Army, and it is also the oath that Anne wants to keep.

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Marceau walked through the battlefield, and the battlefield had been cleared. Except for the Sword Saint Prince standing in front of the open space, the soldiers on the East Continent side withdrew for a distance in a tacit understanding, and the New Eden side did not launch an offensive under his command.

Marceau walked past the cover on the trench, dragged his long sword to the prince and stood: "I'm here."

"I know you will come, but it's slower." The prince gave this answer. He seemed to be relieved, and seemed to think that Marceau was coming too slowly.

"I encountered a little trouble on the road." Marceau threw the skull on his left hand in front of him: "Your subordinate?"

"..." The prince lowered his head and looked at the skull under his feet: "No, it's my brother. We have established a new Eden together. We must vow to protect this kingdom... He was speechless."

"My grandfather didn't tell me that he established this country to return to the Eastern Continent one day with destruction and slaughter." Marceau shook his head. He felt that the prince had not figured out the facts at all. It was not that they were invading the New Eden, but that the New Eden was invading them. It was that they were providing destruction, they were selling killing, and they exported death.

They still feel that all this is just the most common thing in war... how is it possible that what you do is completely incomprehensible.

"That is the will of His Majesty the Emperor. Even as the Son of God, you are not qualified to question his decision."

"I am here today, not as the Son of Su, but as the Son of Dan, Prince, please understand this. I am protecting the land under your feet. I have the qualifications and powers to question the atrocities you and your kingdom have committed on this land." Marceau looked at the sword saint in front of him and raised his sword in his hand: "It's better to do something like a warrior."

"Okay... Come on, Son of God." The prince also raised the long sword in his hand.

The blade was facing upwards, and Marceau, who held the long sword, leaned forward slightly.

Holding a sword in his right hand and holding the sword with his elbow in his left hand, the soul fire in the prince's eye socket shrank into a ball.

The next moment, the long sword and the long sword intersected. Marceau, who flashed past, handed the long sword to his left hand, turned around and waved it with the flow. His opponent also made the same move, and the long sword and the long sword rubbed out a large ball of Mars.

He stopped turning his feet, grabbed the tail of the long knife with his right hand and started a sting. The prince gave way to the left, so Marceau turned into a rolling roll, allowing the subsequent slash.

He pressed his left hand on the ground and turned over cleverly. As soon as he landed on the ground, the long sword held in his hands blocked the slashed sword. He had some disadvantages in terms of strength, which made Marceau take a step back. However, Marceau did not try to stand firm, but jumped backwards. At the same time, the short sword brought out of his tail had shot out.

Faced with this flying prop that was obviously infiltrated, the prince stopped chasing and tilted his head to let him go.

At the same time, the sword in his hand swung out vigorously, and opened Marceau's sting. The backhanded stab made Marceau dodge and let the prince go left. The long sword raised up to block the prince's sweep, and at the same time pressed down the sword down. The second stab penetrated along the prince's right side, almost hurting him, the sword saint, turned his wrist at the last moment, holding the sword in his hand against the rib to block the assault. At the same time, the boxing he swung with the counterweight steel on the hilt of the sword pointed directly at Marceau's head.

He gave up his boxing and retracted his long sword and stabbed it for the third time. This time he was aimed at the prince's chest, but he was still pushed away by the prince's long sword in his hand.

After sliding, Masce held up a long sword and slashed it hard.

The first time, he held a sword in his right hand and a steel cable glove in his left hand to grab the head of the sword. The prince blocked the slash, but the second heavy slash made the sword make a tingling noise.

"It's useless to get old, and the same is true for this weapon."

He threw out the damaged long sword and forced Masce to retreat. The prince's whisper was filled with joy. He stepped out and took two steps to untie the cloak on his body, revealing the broken swordsman outfit under the leather cloak.

Marceau narrowed his eyes and had not admitted his mistake. The prince was wearing the combat uniform of the Guerrilla Knights of the Glorious Age.
Chapter completed!