"Vivian..." Jessica gently stroked the girl's back and softly comforted Vivian, who was already crying.
Chris sat on the edge of the bed irritably, with a gloomy face as if he wanted to eat someone. He had just felt the huge fluctuations in magic power and felt the fall of Ronsardele.
Because of the blessing of the magic circle, and because the huge energy is clearer than that of the general great mage or magic saint, Chris felt that the magic power belonging to Lonzadelai finally dissipated, which made him feel very unhappy.
good.
Maybe it's because 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 feels it, and feels the fact that Lonzadelai is dead.
So, the first thing he thought of was his wife, Vivian, who always liked to nag.
There are not many members of the royal family in Eilanhir, and it has only recently been expanded to four people. There are three princesses plus an emperor, and they are so shabby that they don't even have a crown prince.
However, in this room, the four Elanthir royal families standing, everyone knows that they control the future of this continent, and no one dares to look down upon them holding the human scepter.
"Jessica..." Vivian couldn't help but buried her head in Jessica's chest with tears in her eyes. At this moment, the hundreds-year-old grandmother cried into tears.
"The plane will be ready in 40 minutes...Chris...take care of Vivian, I will take care of the Western Front." Cappelluna stood next to Chris and whispered comforting words that fit her personality.
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As a princess who can run away from marriage, she will not hold Vivian in tears like Jessica did. What she will do is clench her fists and vent her suppressed anger on the enemy's corpse.
In the past, Princess Higgs could only worry about her country and her people, and she could only suppress her dissatisfaction and anger in the face of powerful enemies.
Now, she has the power of the Elanthir Empire. Such huge power can allow her to achieve what she wants, so she does not need to suppress and endure.
"After arriving at the Western Front, there is no need to give face to those people. If there are still people who crowd out the Airanhir Expeditionary Force, then bury them all." Chris said coldly: "Bring all the new god puppets with you."
"Everyone who is worthy of respect and worthy of our respect is dead...the rest are all insignificant people." Chris stretched out his hand and squeezed Cape Luna's catkins: "Be safe
, protect yourself."
"I will." Luna nodded, then reached out and touched Vivian's hair: "Don't worry, Vivian, I will kill all the demons in Greken."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Vivian was still crying bitterly. Ronsardele's departure was a huge blow to her.
Vivian's father passed away early, and her mother had been dead for many years because she was a mortal. The person who took care of her when she was growing up was actually Lonzadele.
This elder, who is like a grandfather and a parent, has always been the person closest to Vivian. Bits and pieces of the past have always appeared in Vivian's mind, making her tears flow uncontrollably.
After saying this, Cappelluna turned around and walked to the door, opened the door of Vivian's palace 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, then walked away with her long legs. She moved vigorously, her long hair tied up as she walked.
The steps swing from side to side.
Luther walked into Vivian's bedroom along the door opened by Cappelluna, stood behind Chris, bent down and leaned close to Chris' ear: "Your Majesty... the message just transmitted back by the satellite,
The activity of Grecken's Magic Eye has decreased and it has been suppressed."
"I know." Chris looked at Vivian who was in pain, responded with a cold face and stopped talking.
Luther gritted his teeth and continued to report: "The dinner to welcome the members of the Palak Empire royal family... According to the plan, you are going to attend... Do you want to cancel?"
"Let Des go instead of me..." Chris sighed softly and replied, "There's no need to cancel."
"And..." Luther gritted his teeth and continued.
"Pick the important ones." Chris was a little impatient and interrupted Luther directly.
"The eulogy about Saint Lonzadelfa has been written. Would Your Majesty want to read it?" Luther thought for a moment, filtered out all the very important but inappropriate news, and then whispered.
"Have people lower the flags in the palace to half-staff..." Chris recalled the mourning method in his previous life and ordered: "Add a sentence in the eulogy that Emperor Ailanthir mourns deeply."
"I excuse myself." Luther took a step back, straightened up slightly, and then stepped back to the door step by step, then turned around, opened the door, and retreated outside.
"His Majesty said that you will attend the banquet in the evening on his behalf. In addition, the eulogy will be decided by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. However, the flag of the palace must be flown at half-mast. The eulogy must include the sentence 'Emperor Alan Hill mourns Saint Lonzadelfa'." Wait until the moment.
After closing the door, Luther looked at Des and said, "He is in a very bad mood. Princess Vivian has been crying, but the situation on the Western Front seems to have turned around."
"Mr. Ronsardele will not die in vain, and we will definitely avenge him!" Des looked unhappy, and turned around and left after saying this.
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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 pointed in the same direction, and the earth-shattering sound of the guns was echoing in the distance.
"Boom!" Suddenly, the 406 mm caliber main gun on the Irish Navy flagship Dreadnought spurted out a dazzling ball of fire. On the sea surface on the side of the battleship, layers of ripples caused by a huge shock wave spread out.
Come.
In order to save missiles, Eiland Hill still built a large number of artillery battleships, including nuclear-powered battleships and ordinary-powered artillery cruisers.
These battleships are of classic design. Each battleship 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 from a relatively safe distance, battleships can only continue to linger on the edge of danger.
However, the warships of Ailancier relied on their thick armor and the protection of the magic defense barrier, and were not afraid of the devil's magic cannon. They dared to attack at close range, so the results were more significant.
Moreover, as the caliber of Airan Hill's artillery gradually increases, the accuracy of radar detection is increasingly improved, and the hit rate of artillery battles at a distance of about 20 kilometers is astonishing. However, the magic cannon on the Demon Battleship can only hit about 10 kilometers at most, so
Artillery battles are still full of advantages for Eiland Hill.
"General! The domestic telegram just received!" An officer came over and handed a telegram to General Lawns while the fierce battle was in progress. He stood at attention and saluted, and said: "About Grecken.
information……"
Genesis didn't know what the purpose of sending a piece of news from Grecken was at this time. You must know that he was engaged in a large-scale naval battle. Its importance is self-evident. It is said to be related to the entire Ireland Hill.
The danger to safety cannot be overstated.
He took the message. At this time, the battleship Victory in the distance launched an earth-shaking artillery salvo. The huge fire could still be seen clearly even in the daytime, which meant that at least there were
Several demon warships are about to sink into the cold seabed.
"Lonsardele is dead..." Handing the message back to the officer beside him, Lawns frowned slightly: "In exchange, the situation on the Western Front has improved slightly... It seems that not all magicians are
Bastard."
He sighed with emotion, and then looked at the artillery cruiser Blood Orchid which was firing in the distance: "So, as long as we win here, the devil's counterattack will be half a failure!"
Having said this, he narrowed his eyes, suddenly turned his head, and ordered to the adjutant behind him: "Send a telegram to Marshal Wageron and ask his sky fleet to speed up and cut into the side and rear of the demon fleet!"
"Yes! General!" The adjutant turned and left. Outside the window behind him, an anti-aircraft missile destroyer farther away fired a row of tracer bullets. The dense rain of bullets instantly sifted a demon bat trying to get close to the fleet.
On the endless sea, Wageron, who also received the telegram, crumpled the telegram paper into a ball with one strong hand. Sitting in the command position, he suddenly stood up and gave a loud order as if to vent: "Keep firing.
!Don’t wait for my order! Attack freely! Sink all these bastards!”
"Marshal!" An officer came over with a new telegram, stood at attention and saluted: "The telegram from General Lawns...he requested us to turn to the flank of the Demon Fleet and launch an attack."
"Call back and tell him that I will immediately turn around and assist him in annihilating all the demon warships!" Wagron squeezed the paper ball in his hand tighter: "Use the electromagnetic gun to attack the large targets on the radar from a very long distance!
Sink all the devil’s floating castles! Don’t let any of them go!”
Just as he was giving the order, a demon's floating castle dozens of kilometers away exploded and disintegrated amid billowing smoke. Its shattered stones fell into the sea, stirring up huge water columns.
In these water columns, some demon warships that were hit by rocks were slowly sinking, while the remaining warships were turning in panic to avoid the area where the floating castle fell.
