"The conclusion is obvious, isn't it?"

"His Highness Shunezel!?" Compared to this conclusion, Schunezel's calm tone was even more surprising.

"Your Highness, no matter what the other party is, we should not retreat here. Please let me fight! Suzaku stood up and said.

"No, Suzaku!" Cecil vehemently objected.

"The term 'one-man army' is too alarmist, and you have only heard and deduced Dr. Lloyd and Miss Cecil, but you have never really seen it, have you?"

"That's right, Ernstqing's death was only caused by a lack of intelligence."

Concerning the reputation of the Knights of the Round Table, Blandley, who has always looked down on Suzaku from District 11, is on the same side as Suzaku this time.

It has always been the prerogative of the Knights of the Round Table of the Empire to crush the enemy army and turn the tide with their own strength, when will it be the turn of the Empire to be crushed by someone else? To say that it sounds good is to be confident in one's own strength, and to say that it is cheesy is not to believe in evil, and it is the stubbornness of a martial artist who does not hit the south wall and does not look back.

"Now is not the time to verify the authenticity of the 'one-man army.'" Just as Lloyd and Cecil were relieved to think that Schunezel had denied the two of them to fight, Schunezel spoke again.

"Shu Muqing."

"In!"

"Now that we have lost Doretta, we need a commander on the front line."

"Yes!"

Suzaku half-knelt down.

"But your task is not to direct the troops to continue the offensive." Schunezel's tone changed.

"Stabilize the morale of the army, shrink the front, and wait for the signal, do you understand what I mean?"

"I see." Suzaku was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, his voice low and steady, but the corner of his eye was looking at Nina on the side.

With less than two hours to go before the arrival of the Confederate fleet from Naples, the Imperial Army would have to face a two-sided attack if the Marseille offensive continued to reach this stalemate.

Attack Marseille with all your might, turn around and annihilate the Confederate fleet, or do it once and for all

"Hmm." Seeing that Suzaku had understood what he meant, Shunezel nodded with satisfaction.

"Brandley, if the 'princess' gets in the way, hold her back."

"Your Highness, what if you accidentally kill her?" Bradley's eyes were filled with a thirst for blood.

"If you can do it."

Fifteen minutes later

"The Imperial Army is starting to retreat?"

After fighting for a while, Layla suddenly notices that there are no enemies nearby.

"Now is the time to drive the Imperial Army into the sea!"

A smooth battle makes Layla's self-confidence burst, and even the Knights of the Round Table are vulnerable, and nothing seems to stop her.

The thought lingered, and the water chestnut like a bow behind Rena expanded outward, flying straight towards the Imperial Army.

"'Little princess', this road doesn't work."

A playful voice reached Layla's ears, and a Knightmare stood in front of her.

After the "Tenth Knight of Percival" saw the pattern and pattern of the body, Layla smiled faintly.

Removing two Imperial Knights of the Round Table in one day is much more exciting than crushing an Imperial army. The Knights of the Round Table are the spiritual totems of the Imperial Army, and every time one is broken, the blow to the morale and morale of the Imperial Army is incomparable.

Suddenly, a sense of warning rose in Layla's mind. With a quick flash backwards, a barrage of shells flew in front of him.

"Valkyrie!?"

Brandley's personal guard, the Valkyries, can be said to be famous.

In order to match his nickname, this Bunitanian vampire deliberately chose a group of beautiful girls with good combat effectiveness as his personal guards. In contrast, Kamiyu's personal guard, which is also composed of women, is much more low-key, because she herself does not go into battle, and it is not until she follows Monica on the four sides that she begins to gradually become famous.

A round of attacks was flashed, but the raid wasn't over yet.

Layla's form had not yet stopped, and a series of cables flew in from all directions.

There was a sudden feeling of squeezing in her ankle, followed by a tremendous force that dragged her forward. At the same time as falling, the two wrists were also pulled one after another, and the short stick fell off from the hand.

No one noticed that the short stick quickly disintegrated into glowing green particles in mid-air as it fell.

"That's it! Pull her back to the ground! Brandley let out a smug laugh.

"What a 'one-man army', without weapons, with bound limbs is not the same"

Before the words fell, the two hanging bands behind Layla, who was about to fall back to the ground, suddenly stretched out, wrapped around the Knightmare who was holding her above like bullets, and then retracted violently.

The two steel giants collided with each other, and then the badly deformed Knightmare fell unresponsive to the ground on impact.

"Remember, the essence of higher materialization is not a weapon in your hand, it can manifest itself no matter how many times it is. What really matters is how you combine your dance suit to exert that power. ”

"It's true that it's a bit of a hassle if you don't have weapons." Layla landed on the ground, her hands clasped at her waist and palms facing each other, and her costume began to shoot purple light, revealing the fluctuating scene of air surging all over her body in the sunlight.

"What is this trying to do?" Bradley, though puzzled, also knew the danger of the impending crisis.

"Bradley, get out of the way!"

"How can you just back down!" Bradley raised Parcival's right hand, and the light rose to form a spear of energy light.

"Hahh!!"

Layla exerted force under her feet, and there was a roar of explosion, and the ground was violent, and the dust rose into the sky like the flames of an explosion.

When Brandley subconsciously stabbed out the spear of light, Layla's palms appeared in front of him as if they had launched a shockwave, and the afterimage of the light from the dance suit remained behind him.

The spear of light that was about to penetrate Layla's palm was only the moment it approached, it was resisted by ripples, and then it was quickly squeezed and collapsed.

As Layla's palm pressed against the metal shell of the body.

'Peng'

The loud blast of the explosion was deafening, and the earth and rocks on the ground rushed into the sky under the force of the impact.

An invisible wave of air penetrated Brandley's mech and moved forward, removing all obstacles in its path, leaving a gully tens of meters long in the ground.

Layla lowered her hands, and Blandley's mech fell to the ground, the entire chest and cockpit area dissolving into twisted metal shards the moment the knees touched the ground.

"Order Suzaku, the troops retreat. The fleet turned around and attacked the Confederate fleet with all its might. ”

Schunezel, who witnessed the whole process, did not change his face, but decisively gave the order to retreat.

"Nina! Launch Freya! ”

"His Highness Honezel"

"Launch." Schunezel emphasized, unquestionably.

"Now that Kamiyu has shown his debut, this is my gift."

A day later

"Kamiyu-sama! Look at this sight! ”

With an indignant face, Layla pulled the screen behind her, the once beautiful port city, but now there is only a huge pit left in the center of the city.

"Brother Huanghuang really doesn't have any psychological barriers." Kamiyu whispered.

Strategic nuclear weapons are used as they say, and they are used twice in a row, and even Kamiyu has to admire his brother's ruthlessness.

"Calm down, even if you say so, I can only say that I will find a way."

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited." Layla took a deep breath and finally suppressed her tone.

"Brother Huang even used Freya, this is too much fuss, right? It must have been Lloyd who was talking nonsense, it was really just a pearl class, and it was still far from the strategic Meister class. Or is it that in fact, the royal brother has long planned to use Freya? ”

After finishing the communication, Kamiyu lowered his head and muttered to himself.

There are levels of HIME, and the coral level, as the most basic level, is usually used to train novice HIME and adapt them to the attributes of the dance suit. The Pearl class above can be said to be a tactical-level mass product, with a very comprehensive balance of abilities and attributes, with flying ability and a changeable magic guide. Compared with Meister, it is only the difference in the personalization of attributes and output.

However, it is this difference in output that can be described as vastly different.

The Meister class, also known as the Strategic B HIME, is what Lloyd called a real 'one-man army', but this army does not refer to an army, but to the army of an entire country. The numbers are nothing short of a floating cloud in the face of these self-propelled humanoid nuclear weapons, and the only one that can stand up to the Meister-class B HIME is usually another Meister.

Of course, this is not the case, because even Kamiyu has not yet made a Meister-class gem. The technology contained in such a gem-like gem is so high-end that it is impossible to start without the corresponding basic research and facilities.

But even so, Layla also showed the strength of a thousand.

"Forget it, anyway, the prologue is over, so let me turn to the next chapter."

"Your Highness!" Monica's angry voice interjected.

"Luciano Brandley is dead."

"The Tenth Knight, you say?" Kamiyu didn't understand why Monica cared about the Tenth Knight, and it stands to reason that such people should not get along with Monica.

"He's my prey."

"Well, I see."

Your personal grudges are private.