Chapter Seventy-Two: Sylvia

With Regi with him, the Governor embarks on a journey to Russia. But before that, he had to make a trip to Joan of Arc.

On the other hand, the Anglo-French army was defeated in one go in the English Channel, and there was no strength in Britain and France that could resist the legions of the afterlife.

Although with the capabilities of these two countries, the transfer of new recruits from all over the country still has the strength to fight, but it will undoubtedly shake the national foundation of the two countries. It will even lead to an empty border and an invasion of enemy countries, so there is nothing to be done for a while.

"Order, let the fleet be divided into two parts, I will command one team to turn around against the British, and the deputy captain you will command the other team to target France, be sure to eliminate as many magical societies in France as possible, and collect all their collections."

With the Anglo-French forces gone, Joan of Arc said in a deep voice. Then they began to divide their forces, and Joan of Arc took the flagship for himself and drove his co-captain into another fleet.

And the Doge, who was on a plane with Reggie to France, also received the news.

"Oh no, Joan of Arc is a bit reckless."

Hearing about the Joan of Arc detachment, the emperor had a premonition that she was going to suffer.

It is not distressing that those floating fleets are destroyed, even if they are obtained by the countries of the Demon Forbidden World Realm, it is difficult to imitate them, after all, the materials are too scarce.

However, even if the Emperor takes possession of the magic teacher's world, there are only six magister groups under his command.

Four of them are to be stationed in the Wizarding World, and there are less than 100,000 emperors who can be dispatched at any time.

The training of a mage is much slower than that of a soldier, and if it is lost, it will not be recouped in at least ten years.

It is true that the British and French armies lost more than half, but the strength of the mysterious survey was not much, especially those civilian magicians.

There are nearly 20 saints in this world, and there are many magicians who are not worse than saints in a specific environment, and the group of magicians who are not very strong is divided into two teams, and the emperor doubts that they still have the ability to eat the magicians of other people's countries.

Don't look at the Magister under Joan of Arc and unleash a large magic spell to destroy the Anglo-French army in one fell swoop, I think they are very strong, if he unleashes such a magic alone, then he can indeed be called a first-class magician. The problem is that there are tens of thousands of people in the Magister Group to activate this magic, and although it is not possible to activate it once and then be powerless, it can also be seen that their individual strength is not strong.

Although it is impossible to annihilate them all, it is not impossible for those powerhouses at the top of this world to take down one or two floating warships.

Although they will also pay a huge price for it. The naval guns on the floating battleships are not good-looking.

As one of the three major religions in the world today, Britain has a lot of heritage, without the divine rift and the water behind, as well as Lola who is not weaker than the saint and Sylvia, who is also ranked high among the saints.

With such a big thing happening, it's time for this royal saint who left England to practice back to protect his country.

If he was a saint alone, with the strength of the army and the wisdom of Joan of Arc, he might not be able to fight a war. But if you meet Ollets and come with you, it will be very bad.

In the emperor's opinion, there are very few magicians in this world who are really powerful and do not rely on external forces, and Oleles is one of them, and this guy is still a magician at the top level of this world.

After making a big circle and running to the English Channel to kill, the demonic army actually turned its guns and shot back. The British were immediately taken aback, and urgently ordered the remnants of the troops to intercept them, saying that they would not let Joan of Arc into England.

Joan of Arc is easy to bully, and without saying a word, he directly bombarded the past and hit England all the way.

Along the way, Joan of Arc would send her Magister soldiers down to the city to suppress the remnants of the mages and bring their collections back to the floating ships.

"Remember, we are here to 'help' the British army to maintain stability, and don't do anything to civilians except for those 'cultists'."

At the same time, she did not forget that she was so righteous that she was so righteous that she wantonly whitewashed her behavior in front of the British.

However, Joan of Arc also does what she says, not a single civilian is harmed, and the soldiers under her command are more honest than the other, and they really do not hurt civilians by hair, and do not take a stitch from the common people.

Because of this, the British civilians did not have much resentment towards them. In their opinion, Joan of Arc's gang is only targeting the upper echelons, and it has nothing to do with them, anyway, even if there is a fight on another street, they will have a small life on their side.

But those magicians had a hard time, except for those who announced their surrender and offered gifts, they were secretly surrounded and suppressed by the Magister Regiment.

A thief is like a comb, and a soldier is like a shaving. Being made by Joan of Arc like this, the magic power of Britain and France was wiped out, and those who fled escaped died, and the rest shrank in the direction of London, which was the most rear.

"I can't take it anymore, it's too much, they're too much!"

Magical strength is also a kind of national strength, and sometimes those things that are not good on the surface have to be done by these people in the world, and if Joan of Arc does this, Britain may have to fall from a first-class power to a third-rate level. Eliza couldn't bear it anymore and finally decided that she didn't need to endure it anymore.

However, when Eliza tried to fight back, she was shocked to find that she couldn't find the strength to fight back.

You can't let the supreme bishop of the family do it himself, right?

What's more, no one knows if there will be some mysterious super powerhouse behind those people in the Dao Dao.

"Send me someone to bring Sylvia back! Tell her that if she still thinks she is British, this time she must come back anyway. ”

With a "click" slash, the solid wood table was instantly torn apart, and the table, which had been bought for less than a week, followed the old path of its predecessors, and Eliza, who had lost her breath, yelled at the knight on standby.

"Yes, Queen!"

The knight bowed his head, saluted on one knee, and stepped back.

At this time, who dares to touch the moldy head of the crazy queen.

Sylvia is the hole card of the British royal family, although the Puritans are also a part of the United Kingdom, but they are so powerful that they can't use their brains when they shouldn't be, no matter how stupid Eliza is, the leader of a country will not be unguarded.

Sylvia, a saint who is still ranked above the Divine Split, if you add the strength of Kartier, the royal faction will have enough strength to suppress the Puritans, and the Puritans will never be able to turn over.

"It seems that you can't avoid this call."

In an apartment in Milan, a lazy young man glanced out the window and seemed to mention it casually.

"So here you go again...... I've obviously rejected so many times, why don't you understand? Don't I have to die to understand? ”

The blonde maid was holding a broom and grumbling as she cleaned.

Complaining casually, the floor was quickly cleaned. The table and windows were all spotless, but the maid was still very dedicated to cleaning, scrubbing inch by inch, even sparing every corner.

"You still listen to them, go back and see. I've come to beg so many times, and it's annoying to watch. ”

Seeing that the maid refused to leave, the lazy young man sighed.

"If I'm gone, what will happen to the stupid owner of the scrap wood, will he starve to death at home a few days after I'm gone?"

The blonde maid looked at the young man lying on the sofa with the pitiful eyes of a "severe cerebral palsy patient", and from her words she knew that the young man was her master.

But, is there such a maid who mocks the master?

"Sylvia, don't make a fuss, you've also watched the news, you should know what situation Britain is facing now. If it's not good, it will ruin the country! ”

Reluctantly, he closed his eyes, and before giving up, the young man planned to persuade him again.

"So what, what does it have to do with me!"

The blonde maid said insincerely.

That insincere look, even if he didn't open his eyes, the young man could hear it from Shenyang.

He knew a little bit about the maid's reasons for not wanting to leave, but it was precisely because of this that he had nothing to say.

"Let's go back."

In this regard, he could only break the decision that had just been made to persuade the last one.

"Lord Sylvia, please come with us back to save Britain!"

At Eliza's order, the knight who had come to Milan a few days ago appeared in front of her again and pleaded.

“…… Well, I'll go back. ”

Sylvia finally faltered, and she relented.

"Thank you so much! So, please come with us in the car. We've got a plane ready for direct access to London. ”

The knight immediately saluted excitedly, and turned to take her away.

"I'm sorry, but you guys should go back first. I'm going to get today's dinner ready for this idiot. ”

Despite her relenting, Sylvia could not let go of her duties as a maid, though no one had ever asked for it.

"Let's go, let's go, I can still order food without you, and eat better!"

The young man waved his hand impatiently, trying to drive the maid away.

"It's against you! You stupid guy, are you saying my food isn't tasty? Is British food that bad? ”

Angrily flicking the whip out of nowhere, Sylvia pulled the leather whip in her hand hard, staring at the young man's ass with a sinister smile.

Suddenly, a cold sweat broke out from the young man's back.

"I, I didn't mean that! Sylvia, calm down, calm down! Keep the maid's demeanor...... Aides! Don't! ”

As if realizing that he was too presumptuous, the young man immediately begged for mercy with a smiling face.

However, the enraged Sylvia only smiled coldly and unceremoniously waved the cowhide whip in her hand.

Moments later, the knights waiting outside the door heard the "snapping" sound of the whip making high-speed contact with the flesh and the incessant screams and wails from inside.

"May God bless you!"

He silently drew a cross on his chest, he knew what kind of person the maid was, but he did not have the courage to rush in to stop this unclean deed, so he could only pray in his heart for the unfortunate fellow.