Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship

 Chapter 703 Lanqi’s War

 The first day of September in the solar calendar year 1798.

 Since this day, the whole world has changed a lot.

 The war in the Southern Continent has come.

 In recent years, the Creation Empire, the overlord of the Southern Continent, has been planning for a long time and is ready to move, launching a full-scale war.

Their ready-to-deploy Crean Empire troops, advanced imperial magic engineering, and terrifying imperial military gods quickly swept across the border territories of the kingdoms in the southern continent with overwhelming power.

At the same time, the cardinals in the southern continent where the Church of Resurrection is located have also joined the Crean Empire camp. In addition, there are also several large neutral forces outside the Crean Empire and the Federation of Kingdoms who have also chosen to help. Creation invaded the kingdoms.

In the western hub area, the Kingdom of Canberra, where the headquarters of the Kingdom's United Council is located, is the primary target of attack by the Creation Empire. However, as the kingdom with the strongest comprehensive national power among the members of the Kingdom's United Council, it is also the most difficult strategic location to be captured. .

On the contrary, the most intense wars broke out in the central plain countries that were easy to attack and difficult to defend.

The rugged and coastal eastern region is the third front.

It is the most elite troops in the west border of the Kingdom of Aloland.

Just when the soldiers were full of confidence, they suddenly began to look at each other in confusion.

 When Lieutenant General Cottle asked this question, he realized the problem.

　　Border of the Kingdom of Aloran, Zelder Highlands.

Faced with the huge military machine of the Kreijian Empire, the Zelder Highlands unsurprisingly became the frontline Shura field.

 He cannot hear other people's voices.

 It’s too quiet.

The terrain here is dangerous, with many peaks and canyons.

“Don’t be tired or sluggish, just do it with all your strength!”

Even so, even in the relatively remote eastern region, tens of thousands of people died in less than 24 hours.

The lush grassland has been trampled to pieces, the green grass blades are now miserable, and the soil has been dyed a terrifying dark red by blood.

The smoke-filled Zelder Highlands are like a purgatory on earth. The once lush ancient trees were shattered by magic cannons. The broken branches were scorched black, and there were still numerous bullet marks on the bark.

"Brave warriors, you are all real heroes! You are not afraid of powerful enemies and defend your homeland with your blood and lives! I am extremely proud of your bravery and fearlessness! Let those beasts of Creja see what it means Aloran Iron Cavalry! Today, you are all the masters of Zelder Highlands!”

The soldiers of the Urn Star Table Legion are all brave and good at fighting. Their silver armor shines in the sun, like gods descending to earth.

“When Sister Juliana returns to Aloran from the Kingdom of Hutton, it will be time for our counterattack!”

 The eastern region of the Southern Continent, the westernmost side.

General Leonard stood on a high ground, looking at the messy battlefield below and the faces of the soldiers who survived the disaster. A loud voice echoed across the battlefield:

　　"As expected of General Leonard, the teacher of the Immortal Sword Master Juliana."

The haze of death was everywhere, and from time to time, sounds of fighting and wailing came from all over the battlefield, echoing in the mountains, deafening, tearing at everyone's nerves.

Zelder Highlands is bordered by cliffs to the east, dense jungle to the west, and narrow valley passages to the north and south. It has always been an important barrier for the Kingdom of Aloran, guarding the chokepoint leading to the hinterland.

 Exceptionally quiet.

After days of **** battles, the Urn Star Table Legion finally repelled the first wave of ferocious attacks from the Creain Empire!

 Inexplicable fear gripped everyone's hearts, a tremor that came from the depths of their souls.

 There have been wars since ancient times, and countless martyrs of the Aloran Kingdom have shed their lives and blood here to defend their homeland.

Even the howling wind seemed to have stopped, the birds and animals all fell silent, and there was an eerie silence.

Broken armor and broken magical weapons were scattered all over the place. The gloomy sky was so low that it would collapse at any time. The dark clouds covered the remaining light. Everything on the battlefield was pale, and darkness enveloped the surrounding areas.

Thousands of eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, just waiting for the Creation army to attack again so that they could taste the power of the indestructible Alloran cavalry.

General Leonard was the first to notice something strange. His intuition from many years of fighting told him that something was wrong.

General Leonard has put his hand on the hilt of his sword at this moment.

 …

"What's wrong?"

 Can't tell what is wrong.

 “O God of combat and war, as you decide, I will swear to my sincerity!”

The soldiers of the Urn Star Table Legion are all elites who stand out from thousands of armies. They have experienced hundreds of battles and have rich combat experience. The commander of the legion, General Leonard, is the strongest man on the border and has "The Reincarnation of the God of War" ” is known as, and he has trained Juliana, the strongest person in the Aloran Kingdom today. He is tall and tall, with piercing eyes, and a lion-like mane that makes him even more majestic.

Lieutenant General Cottle is a well-known swordsman. He draws his sword so fast that ordinary people cannot see it clearly. The light of the sword only cuts an afterimage in the air.

In this **** on earth, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Aloran fought **** battles and built the first line of defense with their flesh and blood.

“I haven’t seen her for several years. I never thought I would have the chance to fight alongside her again. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil!”

The pride of their legion is Juliana, who had already left the border legion and headed to the royal capital. She even surpassed General Leonard a few years ago and successfully promoted to the eighth level.

 The exhausted soldiers were refreshed and their morale became high again.

The north coast area has not been attacked by the Creation Empire yet, but according to trends, the Creation Empire fleet may attack at any time and try to cut off the supply and sea traffic of the three fronts from the rear.

 The soldiers shouted in unison, they were gearing up, eager to try, and full of murderous intent.

 "Cottle, come to me quickly! Others line up where they are, be careful of attacks! Be alert and be ready to meet the enemy at any time!"

 He subconsciously clenched the weapon in his hand, his bronze face tensed, and he shouted in a low voice.

Just by looking at the words on his lips, Cottle immediately came to the commander's side. His sword was already out of its sheath, and the blade was glowing with cold light.

The Urn Star Table Legion quickly formed an array, with dense swords standing like wheat fields, forming a sword formation to surround the battlefield.

Everyone's nerves were tense to the extreme, every muscle was tense, they scanned the surroundings vigilantly, gripped their weapons, and were ready to deal with the appearance of the enemy at any time.

However, what made them horrified was that the expected attack did not come.

On the contrary, the fog began to spread silently on the battlefield, covering the entire Zelder Highlands. The ground under the soldiers' feet became soft and sticky, as if they were stepping on a puddle of mud.

 “The environment...has changed?”

 They looked around in disbelief.

 It seemed as if they were no longer in Zelder Heights for a moment.

 Before they were truly frightened.

Even the dark sky seemed to be distorted and transformed into a ferocious mouth with teeth and claws, and it looked like the face of a god, trying to devour everyone.

 They raised their heads in confusion.

 Compared with the giant face of Tianji, he is as small as a sesame seed.

Is this really something that can be done with magic?

 In other words, if someone can control the entire sky, is it a human or a god?

 This is beyond their cognitive scope.

Before the soldiers could react, the mist swallowed everything like a tide.

Leonard only felt that the scene in front of him changed, and he seemed to be thrown into another strange and unpredictable world.

 Surrounded by endless desolation and silence, the sky and the earth were a gray area, like a deep sea. Everything had lost its color, and only a lifeless air was left, which was about to suffocate them.

 “This is an illusion! Don’t be fooled, please concentrate!”

General Leonard shouted loudly, trying to wake up the minds of his comrades.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Even if he felt the severe pain by hurting himself and concentrated on getting out of the illusion, other legion members were already trapped in the illusion. The soldiers stood numb like puppets one by one, holding their throats and slowly losing their breath in fear. .

 Only the adjutant Cottle could barely break free from the illusion.

At the same time, an invisible force enveloped the battlefield overwhelmingly.

Leonard and Cottle instantly felt suffocated, their movements blocked, as if there was a heavy weight on their shoulders, unable to move even an inch.

 They all thought of the same frightening possibility.

　　"Teacher Leonard! Don't worry about me, run as fast as you can! I'll help you stop him!"

Adjutant Cottle gritted his teeth, his veins popped out, and he frantically tried to break free from the invisible shackles.

However, as a battle-hardened swordsman, he tried his best to resist, but gradually his strength failed him. The sword seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could no longer swing an inch.

While Leonard and Cottle were desperately resisting, a tall black figure slowly walked out of the fog.

He was wearing long black clothes and holding a mechanical agate staff. Under the mist that was constantly passing by, his handsome face, cold and indifferent eyes could be vaguely seen, but they also shone with arrogance that looked down on all living beings.

Just the fluctuation of magic power he emitted made Cottle stop struggling and tremble.

“The third **** of war, Geyat, the seat of sardonyx…”

Leonard recognized the enemy at a glance, his voice trembled with desolate despair.

 Compared to Adjutant Cottle, he is better able to recognize the gap between himself and the enemy.

 Even can’t help but feel lucky that his disciple Juliana is not here.

Because even if Juliana is here, she will not be Geatt’s opponent.

 Ge Yat did not respond. He just raised his hand and pointed. Leonard and Cottle seemed to be choked by invisible hands and their mobility was blocked, and they knelt down involuntarily.

The two of them were like puppets with their strings cut off, unable to resist at all, and blood gurgled out of their mouths.

 A few minutes later.

When the fog in Zelder Highlands cleared, only corpses were seen everywhere.

No one in the Urn Star Table Legion was spared, and even the remaining communication magic equipment on the ground was still making noise. The command post in the rear kept asking about the situation on the front line, but never received any response.

 …

 At the southwestern border of Posen Kingdom, Hargengard Fortress.

This ancient fortress stands majestically, backed by rolling mountains and facing the vast plains, guarding the border city-states behind it.

Hargengard Fortress is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only a narrow valley passage to the south. It also houses the Central Army of the Posen Kingdom and is the first line of defense on the southeastern border of the Posen Kingdom.

The smoke-filled Hargengard Fortress is full of broken walls and ruins. The thick stone walls were riddled with holes by magic instruments. The rubble rolled down and stirred up bursts of dust.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood. Broken limbs and corpses were everywhere inside and outside the fortress. The blood dyed the soil red and gathered into a stinking pool of blood.

 Huge black crows circled and screamed, the sky was so crimson and dark that it seemed to be pressing down on the city. At sunset, it seemed that even the heaven and earth were weeping for it.

The sounds of fighting, wails, and explosions were heard from time to time inside and outside the city, echoing in the valley for a long time, tearing at the nerves of every soldier.

In this hell, the soldiers of the Posen Kingdom used their flesh and blood to build the last barrier.

It is the Central Army of the Posen Kingdom that holds the Hargengard Fortress.

Seven days ago, when the Creation Empire launched an attack, in order to resist the invasion of the Creation Empire, the Posen Kingdom did not mobilize the more critical garrison troops to the south. Instead, it did its best to dispatch the Central Army to deal with the garrison on the southwest border. Form a coalition.

This unit is called the "Poisen Cavalry", and those guarding the Hargengard Fortress are the first and fifth legions of the Poisen Cavalry.

 Giovanni, the general of the First Legion, was known as the "Tiger of the Battlefield". He had a majestic appearance, eyes like lightning, and a voice like a bell.

General Giovanni was brave and good at fighting. He charged into battle many times and was invincible.

Lord Roland, the commander of the Fifth Legion, was equally brave and fearless.

He is old and has gray hair. He has gone through hundreds of battles, but he is still energetic. His face is full of vicissitudes of life.

Poisen's cavalry are all fierce generals. The warriors' armor shone with a cold light in the smoke, and their black cloaks rustled in the wind.

The Poisen King's emblem on their chests is particularly eye-catching under the artillery fire. Although the Hargengard Fortress is devastated, the Poisen cavalry officers are still in high spirits.

They held their spears high and lined up neatly on the dilapidated city wall. Their resolute faces were full of determination to face death.

Once the Hargengard Fortress is lost, the towns behind will be slaughtered and plundered, and it will be difficult to regain this important place.

 They need to hold out until reinforcements from the Aquitaine troops on the southern border.

The two commanders, General Giovanni and Lord Roland, charged into the surging Crean army, their bodies soaked in blood.

 At level 7, they are invincible on the battlefield.

Despite being besieged by many sixth-level enemies, they were still able to fight their way out.

 “Brave Posen warriors!”

General Giovanni shouted loudly, his voice echoing through the sky,

"The invaders of Creja are right in front of us! But I want them to see what it means to be a Poisen Lion! What it means to be unyielding to the death! Let them have a taste of our power!"

 “Never retreat!”

The soldiers responded in unison, and their loud shouts shook the sky and echoed in the sky above Hargengard.

Crejo's artillery fire became more and more intensive, and the city wall was crumbling, but the momentum of Poisson's cavalry only increased.

They believe from the bottom of their hearts that as long as the Hargengard Fortress remains standing, they can protect the people of Posen to the end.

The armies of the Creja Empire came like a tide, and the whole area was covered with darkness, and the earth shook.

Spears pierced the enemy's chest, sharp blades cut off the enemy's heads, magical artillery sounded from time to time, and corpses littered the battlefield. The Poisen warriors swore to live and die with the city and never retreat a step.

They understand that behind them is their homeland and the fate of countless people.

Even if they spend their last drop of blood, they will fight to protect their country until the last moment of their lives.

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While Posen's cavalry was resisting, all the soldiers felt an inexplicable pressure, as if an invisible big hand was holding their throats, making their movements gradually slow down.

The color of the sky deepened again, turning into an ominous crimson, and thick dark clouds rolled like blood.

 The ground began to tremble, numerous cracks appeared on the ground, and blood seeped out from the cracks.

 The Poisen warriors looked at each other, instinctively feeling the danger.

 “No! It’s the strong man from Creation!”

Lord Roland’s expression changed greatly and his voice trembled slightly.

 As an experienced veteran, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

General Giovanni clenched his sword, gritted his teeth, and trembled all over, but he was unable to save himself.

At this moment, a blood-red comet suddenly streaked across the sky.

The comet dragged its long tail, like the fangs of a vicious dog, tearing the sky apart.

An aura of terror enveloped the battlefield, and everyone felt their souls trembling.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a figure fell from the sky and landed on the wall of Hargengard.

　　The visitor is wearing dark red heavy armor, with a blood-red cloak, and is arrogant and unruly.

His short black hair was flying like flames, his eyes were as red as torches, and his gaze was so sharp that it made people palpitate. There was a wave of hot air around him, and the air was distorting.

 The earth was suppressed by his momentum, and the air was burned by it.

 The surrounding soldiers, whether they were the soldiers of the Creation Empire or the soldiers of the Posen Kingdom, all stopped moving.

 “The seventh military **** of the Creation Empire, Philip of the Blood Chalcedony Seat.”

Giovanni spoke out this frightening name with difficulty, his face turned ashen.

 It is rumored that Philip is the most war-loving among the military gods of Crete. He may have been looking forward to this war for a long time.

Philip gave a cruel smile and raised his right hand. Scarlet cracks gradually burst out on the ground, and the fire expanded rapidly, becoming as intense as the sun in the blink of an eye.

“The Governor of Aquidance is not here, so who else can stop me?”

Philip looked up to the sky and laughed, with a little disappointment,

 “Is it you, or are you?”

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of pillars of fire, tens of meters wide, surged up from under Hargengard like a punishment from heaven, reaching into the sky and the earth.

Countless soldiers were melted together with the ruins of the walls, and screams could not be heard.

Philip moved forward, and wherever he passed, the warriors of the Poisson cavalry were like paper dolls, melting easily in front of him.

 “Beast!”

General Giovanni roared angrily and raised his sword to strike Philip straight.

 But before his long sword could touch Philip, it was knocked away by an invisible force, plunged diagonally into the ground, and broke suddenly.

Before Giovanni could react, Philip's fist had pierced his chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

 “It’s not enough.”

Philip unclenched his **** fist and let Giovanni's body fall to the ground.

 Seventh-level Lord Roland also did not stop Philip for long before he also turned into a pool of blood, and even the bones were completely dissolved.

 A few minutes later.

The Hargengard Fortress was suddenly breached, and the civilians in the Hargengard City behind faced the sudden disaster and fell into panic.

 “Mom, no!”

 “Who can save us!”

 “Don’t kill her!”

 Cryings and wailings were heard constantly, and people fled in all directions, but had nowhere to go.

Fear enveloped everyone's heart, and the city turned into a sea of ​​fire. The raging flames devoured everything. The streets and alleys were littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowed, and everything was devastated.

Crean's cavalry then charged into the city, like wolves and tigers. Their targets were not only Posen's defenders, but also unarmed civilians. In the light of swords and shadows, no one, including the old, weak, women, and children, was spared.

Among the countless dead and injured corpses, only Philip stood proudly, covered in blood. He looked around at the tragic situation and let out a laugh of enjoyment. The laughter was horrifying and echoed in the sky above Hargengard for a long time.

 …

 Kingdom of Hutton, western border, Silva Forest.

This dense primeval forest is like an endless maze, with towering trees blocking the sky, tangled vines and overgrown shrubs.

The terrain of the Silva Forest is complex, and neither the armies of the Crean Empire nor the troops of the Kingdom of Hutton are willing to go deep into it.

 But correspondingly, this has also become a secret passage that can go around the back of the opponent's line.

The elite team of the Hutton Kingdom's special assassination force marched in the forest like ghosts, waiting for an opportunity to surprise the headquarters of the 32nd Army of the Creation Empire tonight.

 As night falls, the Silva Forest is shrouded in darkness.

The towering trees cast eerie shadows, like demons with teeth and claws, their branches and leaves rustling in the wind, and the smell of moisture filled the air.

 The ground was covered with rotten leaves and dead branches, making a crunching sound with every step.

 The night is like solidified ink, and even the moonlight cannot penetrate this darkness.

Flashing past in the Silva Forest was the Shadow Blade Team of the 7th Special Operations Brigade of the Kingdom of Hutton, composed of six elites.

 They belong to the inner organization of the royal family of the Kingdom of Hutton, and they have gathered top assassins who cannot be put on the table under ordinary circumstances.

 The leader of the Shadow Blade team is a seventh-level assassin with a slender figure and wind-like movements.

Captain Ruinuo’s eyes are as sharp as a falcon, and he can see clearly in the night. He is good at preparing all kinds of strange poisons, and a poison-quenched silver needle can kill a person.

Each member of the Shadow Blade team has their own skills, can complement each other, and perform perfect teamwork. They come and go like ghosts and never miss a beat.

This time, they were ordered to launch a "decapitation operation" against the Creja Empire's troops stationed outside the Silva Forest.   Ruinuo led the team members to move forward in the forest.

“This time the target is the commander and chief of staff of Creation’s 32nd Army, an old man.”

 Reno said calmly,

"As long as I get within thirty meters of him, he will be dead, but the main difficulty lies in retreating."

 “I’ll help you create an escape route.”

Vice-captain Catherine added softly, looking at his temperament, he didn’t look like an assassin at all.

"The time has come to make achievements. Normally we can only carry out some cleanup work and anti-assassination security work. Now this war has caused chaos in the southern continent. As long as the Kingdom Alliance side can win, we may no longer have to live a shady life. In life, it is not impossible to get an opportunity to retire, or even gain a title and become famous. "

　　"If we retire, we'll all go our separate ways?"

“No, we are a family that grew up together. I will go to a small village to build a house and wait for you to come back at any time.”

This mission is just a daily occurrence for them.

 But every mission that follows may be the most important mission.

While the Shadow Blade team was running fast and chatting, the wind suddenly whimpered in the Silva Forest.

Reno was keenly aware that something was wrong. As an experienced assassin, his intuition told him that danger was approaching.

He suddenly pulled out the dagger, scanned the surroundings with his eyes like a hawk, and shouted in a low voice.

 “Be careful, an enemy is approaching.”

 Other team members also went on alert and gripped their weapons.

Catherine narrowed her eyes slightly, the Shadow Blade team seemed to be facing a powerful enemy, but they could not see any trace of the enemy.

 There is obviously a problem.

 But as assassins, they could not find any trace of each other.

Until a faint scent of sandalwood wafted in from nowhere, it was incompatible with the humidity in the forest.

At this moment, a gentle voice suddenly sounded behind the Shadow Blade team.

“You don’t have to be so nervous. I have no hostility.”

 Everyone turned around suddenly.

They never dreamed that such superb assassins as themselves would be approached unknowingly.

What’s even more heart-stopping is that although the speaker’s tone is gentle, everyone feels a bone-chilling chill, as if ice water has been poured into the bone marrow.

They saw a young man wearing a white robe and embroidered with complicated and gorgeous patterns already standing beside them.

 He has short light blond hair and a clear face.

 But the most heart-stopping thing was his silver eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

This man exudes an otherworldly temperament, which is incompatible with the gloominess of the Silva Forest.

"Who are you…?!"

Ruinuo's expression changed greatly, but he did not dare to attack rashly.

 Because the other party took the initiative to stay so close, he did not feel the possibility that he could assassinate the other party.

 “The eleventh military **** of the Creation Empire, Simon Lo, the Emerald Seat.”

The man with light blond hair and white robe replied.

“Look at how beautiful the moonlight is tonight, it’s not appropriate to fight or kill.”

Simonro said with a smile, his tone as soft as a sigh,

"What do you think?"

　　　…”

 No one dared to answer.

 The air was frozen, and only the rapid breathing of the members of the Shadow Blade team could be heard.

 They were all waiting for Ruino's order.

 “Then if we want to leave, will you let us go?”

Ruinuo said in a deep voice.

"of course not."

Simon Roe replied matter-of-factly,

“I definitely can’t let you harm the Creation Empire, and capturing you is inevitable.”

 “Do it!”

 Ruinuo shouted sharply the moment he heard this.

 Being captured by the opponent is better than fighting with the opponent desperately!

Before he finished speaking, the dagger in Ruino's hand had already been thrown out, heading straight for Simonro's throat.

There was a flash of silver light, and the dagger hit the target accurately.

 At such a close distance, Simonro did not completely avoid it.

or.

 He had no intention of hiding.

After the dagger pierced Simonro's chest, it turned into bits of broken light and disappeared without a trace.

“Okay, can you calm down? I really don’t want to hurt you.”

Simon Luo was unfazed, except that after the white robe was punctured, the skin was quickly healed.

But the members of the Hutton Kingdom’s special assassination force apparently refused to negotiate with Simon Roe.

 In their opinion, Simonro gave too many loopholes.

 Attack when you should attack, run when you should run.

But.

 All attacks were in vain three feet away from Simon Luo, as if they hit an invisible wall.

 “Since the negotiations have failed, there is nothing we can do.”

 Simonro sighed, and finally there was a sense of determination in his tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, Simonro raised his right hand and made a fist.

A gust of wind suddenly rose, and the members of the Shadow Blade team were instantly blown away, like kites with broken strings.

 Countless big trees rose from the ground throughout the forest, losing gravity at this moment!

The biting wind cut their bodies like sharp knives, and blood splashed in the air.

 Just a moment.

Several escaping Shadow Blade members fell to the ground or were hung on trees. Their bodies were cut beyond recognition and broken into countless pieces.

Runuo, who escaped fatal injuries, managed to stand up, but was covered in blood and crumbling.

 “Monster! You monster!”

Runo roared, his eyes split open.

 But as a Hutton soldier, he will never surrender to a strong enemy!

 “What’s the point.”

Simonro said to himself pitifully.

He had a slight smile on his lips and pointed his fingertips at Ruino.

Just when Ruinuo was concentrating on avoiding the wind blade, pretending to attack but actually looking for an opportunity to evacuate.

 He felt like he was enveloped in a shallow light, and all the injuries on his body were healed.

But Simonro was still looking at him with a smile.

It's like telling him - Even if I help you completely heal a few more times, what can you do?

　　　…”

At this moment, Ruino felt truly powerless.

The crows in the Silva Forest were startled for a few times, and finally the noises calmed down.

 …

 The Kingdom of Posen a few hours later.

As the hub in the eastern region connecting the Kingdom of Aloran on the left and the Kingdom of Hutton on the right, the high-level officials are in a mess at this moment.

In the center of Parrieux, the capital of Poisson, sits the magnificent King's Ministry of Defense Building.

This building is made of gray and white marble, with six ancient Parian columns supporting the triangular gable.

Walking into the building, you will see a spacious hall with a statue of the national emblem of the Posen Kingdom. A spiral staircase deep in the hall leads to the core area of ​​the Ministry of National Defense.

 The dispatch center is located on the third floor of the Ministry of National Defense Building.

Personnel wearing military uniforms and high-level civilian uniforms of the Posen Kingdom are constantly running back and forth.

 They were connected using communication magic, gathered around a smart touch table, and communicated with solemn expressions.

The surface of the touch table displays the military deployment map of the border defense lines of the Posen Kingdom in real time. The different colored light spots represent different military services and the number of troops.

“Now not only us, but also the defense lines of the Kingdom of Aloran and the Kingdom of Hutton have suffered heavy losses, and there is basically no hope of calling for help.”

The intelligence officer used a magic mechanical pen to circle a few flashing red dots on the screen. His tone revealed solemnity. Now it all depends on the strongest western hub area to attract firepower, otherwise the eastern side will be even worse.

“Our army’s dispatched troops in the southwest have lost nearly one-third, and the surviving troops are retreating south. At this rate, even if the defense of the South Asian Kuidan Territory can be strengthened, the southwest is basically ready to give up.”

 He looked at the changing data on the screen and said gloomily.

 While there is constant noise.

Footsteps sounded, and a figure walked along the stairs to the third floor, and many figures immediately surrounded him.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, the border is asking for help. Do we, the Central Army, continue to send troops?"

 They quickly asked Nigel, who was now a lieutenant general.

“…Let the Senate decide. I think there is little point in continuing reinforcements to the southwest.”

Nigel shook his head with tired eyes, as if he didn’t know what to do.

 There are constant turmoils before and after. Although Nigel is not a general who will easily go to the front line to fight, if he is really beaten to Huadu, he will be the last line of defense commander to defend Huadu.

 His responsibilities are equally important.

What's more, even if he goes, he may not be able to reverse the situation of the war.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the teacher who had passed away. If he had been as powerful as Perlman, he might really be able to play a vital role on the frontline battlefield.

After the battle in Huadu that night, he once again understood the sentence "The realm of life and death will make the demon warriors stronger." If the immortal species does not put aside the concept of life and death and learn to bloom like a short-lived creature, it will be limited. If you don't have fireworks, it will be difficult to become stronger quickly.

The piece of [Parroni's Grudge] that Perlman forcibly implanted in his body has almost become one with him. After regaining himself, he did not choose to separate it, but worked hard to rely on himself. Suppress and harness its power.

If one day he has to face a powerful eighth-level enemy again, he may need to rely on this barely legendary level of madness ability to be able to fight against it.

Nigel simply dealt with the officers and civilian officials around him and went straight to the rear.

 There is also a rest area on one side of the third floor.

 Lanchi and Thalia are drinking tea.

 “Nigel, here we come.”

Lanchi noticed Nigel and suddenly smiled.

He and Thalia stayed in the Poisen Kingdom for nearly a week due to transportation. Now they are paying attention to the battle situation and traffic information every day. The person responsible for taking care of them in the Poisen Kingdom has gradually changed from Countess Rosalinda to Nigel. .

Now that the war has begun, Countess Rosalinda, as a platinum-level card maker and expert in magic engineering, has been immediately recruited into the military industry department, and she is extremely busy every day.

"Lanchi, Tata, I'm very sorry. The war situation has become worse. We have no way to send you back to the Kingdom of Hutton for the time being. Except for large city-states with core city defense systems like Huadu Parrieu, the magic rail train passes by Anywhere else could be very dangerous.”

Nigel took off his military hat, sat opposite them, bowed his head and said to them.

 What today brings is not good news, but bad news that they will have to stay for an unknown period of time.

Transnational transportation is frequently attacked, with fewer and fewer stations and routes available, and no one knows where the city-state will fall together.

Now if you want to return to the Hutton Kingdom, there are many uncertainties with the only magic rail train.

At present, the most reliable plan is to go all the way eastward within the country, and then transfer to a small vehicle after exiting the country, crossing several small countries in the eastern region, and arriving at the Kingdom of Hutton in the easternmost part of the Southern Continent.

 Even so, it takes a long time and the risks are extremely high.

“Your status as a scientific researcher is enough for the Creain Empire to send enough force to kidnap you. In the worst case scenario, if your itinerary information is leaked, you will face a situation of no life or death.”

Nigel added.

Although the large armies of the Crean Empire will not directly attack the territory of the Posen Kingdom, the high-level assassins of the Crean Empire can make surprise attacks, and once they leave the country, there may even be military gods.

"It doesn't matter. We were already prepared when we knew the war started. We were even lucky that we didn't wake up and set off in a hurry, otherwise we might have been blocked on the way."

Lanchi shook his head and patted Nigel's shoulder in relief.

The last time he fought against the strong eighth-level Pearlman, he was already sweating. He had to rely on his and Thalia's Demon King's special attack, plus the routine to win Pearlman twice. No matter which Imperial War God he encountered, he might Something is going to happen.

Moreover, even if the difference in hard power is not big and it constitutes attribute restraint, it will still become one side suppressing the other side.

For example, Thalia's spiritual magic does not work on alchemical organisms, so if she meets the Rotten Bishop Farmer, she has no chance of winning.

 “Ranchi, Tata…”

Nigel's expression became a little bitter, and he seemed to be speechless.

  It would be safest to wait for a good time before arranging Lan Qi's return.

 At least this period was the most turbulent, and the Posen Kingdom itself was somewhat overwhelmed.

“Can you be entrusted to be our magic engineer in the near future?”

Nigel looked at the two of them and finally spoke.

He himself owed a favor to Lan Qi and Tata. Now that the Posen Kingdom was unable to send them back safely, it had to entrust them with help, which was a bit of "repaying a favor with an enemy", which really made him feel guilty.

"no problem."

Lanci glanced at Thalia, then nodded and agreed simply.

Nigel was a lifelong friend of both of them, and there was not much to say.

 “Thank you, it’s a big help.”

Nigel breathed a sigh of relief.

  Not only are their two platinum-level card makers providing assistance as magic craftsmen, but the Kingdom of Posen currently lacks top combat power. With their presence, Nigel can feel a little more at ease.

 Suddenly.

The communication magic device in Nigel's ear rang.

“Lieutenant General Nigel, we have received intelligence that the second line of defense on the southwest border is also on the verge of collapse.”

There was a buzzing sound.

 “Why so fast?”

Nigel stood up immediately.

 Lan Qi also looked confused and was paying attention to the front. Although he did not have the authority to coordinate the war situation, he would give some suggestions as a technical support expert.

“It was Philip, the Seventh Army God who was sealed on the Blood Chalcedony Seat. He went crazy and launched a second round of attacks!”

　　　…”

Hearing this, Nigel’s expression froze for a moment.

"Sorry, Lanci, Tata, I might go to confirm the situation. I will also go to the front line to provide support if necessary."

 After listening to the communication, he apologized to Lanci and Talia and prepared to leave.

Lanchi and Thalia looked at each other.

“Nigel, what is the strength of the God of War?”

They didn’t waste Nigel’s time, they just followed him and asked him questions at his side.

Lan Qi had only heard hearsay about the strength of the Twelve Gods of War before, but what level it was, just listening to the students from the Alchemy School of Icerite Academy, definitely did not know the level of fighting power of the real generals of the Posen Kingdom like Nigel. accurate.

Nigel was silent for a moment.

“If it is the strongest war gods, no unit in our Posen Kingdom can confront them one-on-one. I am afraid that only Loren, the great priest of your country, can fight against the war gods head-on.”

 He replied.

“Apart from Hyacintos, the First Army God, is there anyone else in the Crean Empire who is stronger than Loren?”

Lanchi thought for a while and asked Nigel again.

The Kerry Empire forces he currently know, aside from the blood race, should not talk about the blood race. The strongest is the strongest of the South China mainland.

The extinct bishop of the northern continent is also the origin of the term "super-bishop-level strength". It has always been called together with the head of the twelve military gods of the Creain Empire in the southern continent and the military **** Hyacintos who was awarded the Diamond Seat.

In Lan Qi's perception, Loren is a ceiling-level powerhouse, famous throughout the Southern Continent, and no one will question his power.

Lanchi didn’t know exactly how much better Hyacintos was than Loren.

But at present, it seems that Loren is obviously not at the level of Hyacintos.

"...I'm afraid there are three or four who will be stronger than Loren. I don't mean to offend, I'm just stating the facts. Among the twelve gods of war, Loren can only be regarded as the upper level, not the top."

Nigel shook his head.

　　　…”

 Lanchi and Thalia looked at each other again.

 They believed that Nigel's intelligence and judgment were fine.

Nigel is an extremely reliable teammate.

  Comparatively, a typical negative teaching material is the Snow Witch, and her information seems to be incorrect.

 “Nigel.”

Lanqi suddenly stopped Nigel and at the same time asked the cat boss to activate the sound barrier.

Nigel noticed that Lan Qi seemed to have something important to discuss with him, so he stopped for the time being.

"During this period, Tata and I will do our best to help you in the rear of Posen Kingdom, but can you find a way to help me get an identity and a channel that allows me to disguise myself as a businessman or something like that, from Yaquidan in the south? Lead the infiltration into the Creation Empire?"

Lanchi stared at Nigel and said.

He couldn't ask anyone for this kind of thing in Posen Kingdom, or he couldn't trust anyone, except Nigel, whose reliability he believed in.

Ta Lanqi has never been good at talking head-on, but if he wants to go to the opposite house to start a business, then the expert is here.

 (End of this chapter)