A wild-looking steam locomotive made a turn and stopped suddenly amidst the deafening roar of the engine. The tires rubbed against the ground and made two dark and hot tracks. Then the door opened, and the Grand Judge Fei of the Balance of Order came to a sudden stop.
Er Mianxia jumped out, took off his dark red goggles, and sighed happily: "It's been a long time since I drove through a car so happily. It's so cool!"
Immediately leaving the vehicle were the four ship officers of the Crimson Night Gate. However, at this moment, they were all gray-faced and frightened. Even the strongest Durahar was no exception. If you observe carefully, you can see
I found that his calves were shaking constantly. It was hard to imagine what kind of inhuman torture he had experienced in the past half hour.
To be able to make these ship officers, who are walking on the ground aboard the speeding Fei Ye Mente, show such expressions, Fei Er crown's driving skills are still as superb as before.
Dickens sighed in his heart.
Feier closed the car door, glanced at the fighting scene in the swamp, and asked: "It looks like it has already started. Am I late?"
"No." Dickens smiled and replied: "You've come just in time, Your Majesty."
"Yes." Christian said seriously: "You are one minute and thirty-six seconds later than the expected arrival time, Lord Feir."
The two people said in unison but completely different answers made Feier a little embarrassed. She scratched her cheek, smiled, pointed at her chief political officer and said: "You are a little too smooth, Dickens."
Then he looked at his chief secretary: "As for you, you are a little too serious, Christian. Are all your secretaries like this? I am almost annoyed by Minte. She must put me in the meeting
The explosive swear words - ah, I mean, some indecent words were also written into the report. No matter what I say, I won't listen to them. Did I learn them from you?"
"Meeting reports are important archival materials, and integrity and accuracy should be given priority." Christian said meticulously: "So I think Minte's approach is very correct."
"Well, I can't tell you anything."
Feier shrugged.
Dickens smiled slightly and did not care about His Majesty's evaluation of him. Instead, he handed her the clairvoyant auxiliary plug-in in his hand and said: "Your Excellency Andrew has personally visited the frontline battlefield, and the combat command of the troops will be handed over to you, Feir.
Your Majesty, with you here, the morale of the soldiers will surely be higher."
"Here we go again." Feier sighed helplessly: "Didn't I tell you that I'm just here to take the test and score, why do you all want me to work? That's the case with eldest sister, Mei
So it was with Alchiades."
Dickens's words are concise and concise: "He who can work hard is worthy of your honor."
"What you said makes sense, but there is only one thing I can do, and that is to trust my subordinates." Feier muttered, while picking up the clairvoyant auxiliary plug-in, and briefly observed the battle situation in the swamp.
, a huge blue crystal wall position visible to the naked eye covers the entire swamp, with irregular shapes drawn along its edge. It is the "blocking position", which is equivalent to a cage, which can effectively prevent the violent reaction of magic power.
The targets are out of the battlefield, in other words, targets of demigods and above. When we faced the Earth Mother Spirit God-Titan in the Salia Fields, if this thing was there, I am afraid there would be no need for that group of unknown guys.
Helped.
Inside the swamp, rumbling steam chariots were lined up, rolling towards the depths of the swamp driven by the magic furnace and steam engines. The filthy water surface and soft mud could not stop these heavy structures driven by crawlers.
The loader, the body wrapped in a layer of steel and Oliha steel, was like a beast from the prehistoric era. It knocked down countless old and tall trees along the way, leaving a messy scene behind. Magic beams spewed out from the muzzle.
Like the dense rain of light that fills the sky, falling in the forest and fog is a symbol of death.
The bombardment of artillery fire left scorched traces, and the lush branches and leaves and the cold mud and water began to burn. The raging flames broke through the dark night, seeming to reflect the enchanting blood moon in the sky. The moonlight mixed the blood with the mud and water, dyeing it
The same color, corpses littering the fields, panic and wailing spread like an infectious disease, but it could not move the iron hearts wrapped in steel armor.
The heavily armed magic knights advanced inward in coordination with the chariots, gradually tightening the blockade, forcing the fleeing aliens to the planned bombardment area. Groups of silver-white flying in the sky could still be vaguely seen in the fog.
The crows are in neat formation, spitting out star-blue flames from behind. Every time they turn or accelerate, they will pull out a graceful arc in the blurry and heavy fog particles. In essence, it is the mechanized troops crossing the battlefield in the sky, launching condescendingly.
Attack.
But the target of their attack was not the swamp aliens driven away by chariot troops and knights, but huge shadows in the fog, like black monsters, lurking in the depths of the tide and forest. They have been standing for hundreds of years.
At this point, they thought they would not change for thousands of years, but the bombardment from the sky shattered their hard shells in an instant, causing all the buildings of earth, stone and wood to collapse, burying countless traces of the old era.
"The mechanized troops are demolishing illegal buildings in the swamp." Dickens said softly: "Most of these buildings were built by alien families who fled into the swamp. The leaders are the five major families of Murtosh. They are probably in their own way.
There are various secret rituals or magic circles arranged in the final hideout to fight against the intruders. It would be really troublesome to check them one by one. Therefore, my order to the mechanized troops is to directly dismantle them and destroy them on the spot to ensure that the final fire can be used in the future.
To achieve the greatest effect.”
"Not a bad idea." Feier commented.
Conrad, the third ship officer of the Crimson Nightgate, was rather regretful: "I heard that the inheritance of the five major families of Murtosh is ancient and long, and they have been deeply assimilated by human civilization. From the Middle Ages to the present, we should have collected
Many rare treasures or works of art have now been burned down, which is a pity."
Feier grinned: "Since when have you become so philistine, Conrad? Isn't it great to lose some insignificant things in exchange for a hearty victory?"
"No, Lord Feir, you misunderstood me." Conrad said seriously: "I was just thinking that if I could get all the collections of the five major families and the wealth accumulated over generations, maybe Melchiad
Sir, you don’t have to worry about the financial report of the Crimson Nightgate next quarter.”
Because Melquíades is the unlucky man in charge of the financial affairs of the Crimson Nightgate. What is even more unlucky is that he also has an unjust boss who spends money lavishly and likes to spend impulsively.
Feir immediately turned around and asked Dickens seriously: "Is it too late to withdraw the order now?"
Dickens: "...I'm afraid it's a little late."
"Okay, next time you encounter this kind of situation, you can tell me in advance." Feier gave up the idea depressingly and returned her attention to business: "How is the situation with the Final Fire?"
"Still in transit, but should be delivered within the estimated time."
"Well, let the escort team be careful. Those things are dangerous goods. Don't accidentally burn all my airships. By the way, the factory that makes these terminal fires is the Lutar Steam Engine Factory, right? I
I heard that the Valenhild family in Qiyu Port has colluded with the aliens?"
"We deliberately put out the bait, but they took the bait."
"That's good. The person in charge will be executed, and everyone else will be exiled. All the property of the Wallenhild family will be nationalized. The Lutar Steam Engine Factory will be responsible for producing steam machinery and magic devices for the Holy See in the future. As for those
Part of the manor, land and mansion were converted into almshouses, and the other part was converted into schools, so that colleagues from the original sect can start the work of popularizing compulsory education in Qiyu Port as soon as possible. In this way, Liu Mei will be very grateful to me,
Hehe."
Dickens had to cough lightly: "Lord Feir..."
"What?"
"The battle is not over yet."
Now it’s time to think about how to dispose of the loot?
"That's right."
Feier woke up, put down the clairvoyant auxiliary plug-in in his hand, turned to look at his ship officers, and said: "Although I am here to take the mixed examination and score, I still have to give face to the Special Evaluation Bureau and do something to prove it.
You can contribute yourself. In this way, Ashelila, you will command the knight troops; Dulahar, you will command the chariot troops; Ronning, you will be responsible for commanding the mechanized troops; Conrad, you will coordinate and control from the rear
Check the rhythm of the battle, and make a list for the logistics department to calculate what supplies need to be replenished."
She gave the order in an orderly manner. The four ship officers did not come to the Sicilia Peninsula for the purpose of mixed test scores. If they were just watching, they would feel guilty, so they readily accepted this arrangement. Christie, on the other hand,
An, after she watched silently for a while, she suddenly asked: "Master Feier, are you too lazy to give orders, so you gave the task to others?"
"Haha, of course this is impossible! How could you have such an idea, Christian?"