Chapter Seventy-Three: Desperate Britain

Britain, a country that inherited the pride of an ancient empire, how could it accept being marked on the doorstep by someone else.

Joan of Arc went on a rampage, and with the stubborn resistance of the British army and local magical organizations, the Magister suffered a lot of damage. Dozens of people were killed and hundreds were wounded.

But in the last two days, Joan of Arc has found that the strength of resistance has disappeared for a while. The magicians who had been so tenacious as to hide in the streets and alleys to launch an attack were all gone.

Occupying six cities in a row, the Magister Regiment sent out of the country did not encounter a single mage, nor did they find any valuable collections.

It's weird!

Could it be that those guys have run away?

Joan of Arc thought to herself.

No, the British will not be so spineless as to abandon their country and flee abroad.

In the blink of an eye, that idea was denied by herself.

If it's not an escape, then probably there is a powerful person who has combined those scattered magicians and waited in front to give her a head-on blow.

It's easy to understand things, Joan of Arc reminds herself to be more cautious.

However, it is not enough to be careful, once the gap in combat power is widened, if it is attacked by others, losses may be inevitable. Especially if the other party hits and runs, it will be a complete tragedy.

"It seems that they have been pressed...... Rabbits bite when they are in a hurry, let alone people. Inform the Emperor and ask him to call on two clones to sit in the fleet to prevent the other party's strong men from attacking. ”

Thinking about it, Joan of Arc had no choice but to blame that there was still too little foundation in the world after death.

"No need, Lord Joan of Arc, news just came from His Highness that he is already on his way here."

Replacing the deputy captain and assisting Joan of Arc was the ship's third officer, who was much younger than the first captain, but he was more motivated.

"Then order the fleet to hold off and wait for His Highness to arrive! Inform the other team and tell them to be careful of the enemy's counterattack. I am afraid that France will cooperate with the British in launching a counterattack and hold back our support forces. ”

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that the emperor had already taken into account the problem she was facing, and immediately rushed over, and her heart was suddenly happy.

On the turquoise sea, a small boat sailed quickly towards the shore in the wind and waves.

There were three odd guys standing on the dinghy. One of them was wrapped in thick armor and couldn't even see his face, and the other was also tightly wrapped, but she was wearing a very quaint maid outfit in a long skirt, and the last one was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and hot pants, but she was the one who best suited the atmosphere of the place.

I saw that when the dinghy was running and jumping on the water, the three of them were all firmly nailed to the boat, and their upper bodies did not even shake.

"Finally back meow~"

The young man with a strange tone steered the speedboat with both hands, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shore.

The sea breeze swept past her ears, and her blonde hair flew up, and the maid was Sylvia, a saint with less than 20 people in the world, who belonged to the royal family.

"Is Puritanism really that short of manpower? Even you were called back! Tsuchimimon. ”

Raising her right palm to hide the dazzling sunlight, Sylvia asked the young man beside her who was dressed like a **teenager in surprise.

"Well~ After all, there have been a lot of things lately.,[God's Right Seat] went to the school city one after another.,But it's all broken.,Even the eldest sister's head isn't missing...... Now it's another war in the world, and there's no way to do it if you're a little nervous. ”

**The young Tuyumen Motoharu shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

Whether it's the [Right Seat of God], or English Puritanism, or even the Divine Split, he doesn't care except for his sister.

"Is the enemy really so strong that the 'water' doesn't even have the ability to escape?"

Two delicate eyebrows were drawn closer to the middle, squeezing out a distressed expression, and Sylvia asked in confusion.

The "water" in her mouth is the famous water in the rear, whose real name is "William Orville", and she is a magical mercenary from England. He has the characteristics of the Son and the Mother at the same time, so that he can exert his strength 100%.

In his heyday, William should be the most powerful saint, or at least a monster who can rank in the top three.

Truth be told, Sylvia thinks she can't be William's opponent when she goes it alone.

"Don't tell me, the enemy is a monster of that level!"

Being able to kill William made it impossible for him to even escape, but you can imagine how terrifying the other party's methods were, and Sylvia felt a headache just thinking that she might have to face such an enemy.

"Of course not, but it's hard to say. In fact, we still haven't figured out the identity of the other party. No one knew exactly where they were hiding before that. It can only be said that it is possible, because according to the information sent by the school city, the guy who killed the water in the rear is sitting on a special plane to the United Kingdom at the moment. ”

Of course, Tuyumen Motoharu would not say anything discouraged, anyway, he was not included in the list of people to be sent to death. If Supreme Bishop Lola dares to order him to play, it's a big deal that he will go against Puritanism, return to the school city to guard his sister, and take refuge in Aresta.

Hearing this, Sylvia couldn't help but show a bitter smile. The guy who can force Britain to this level really won't lose some strength.

"Huh! I said, that guy killed the 'wind' and the 'water', didn't he? In this case, wouldn't the Roman Orthodox Church be very embarrassed, why not drive the wolf? ”

Clapping her hands, as if she thought the idea was great, Sylvia turned her head excitedly to look at her thoughtful companion.

However, there was no trace of joy in Tuyumen's eyes, but he pouted in disdain.

"What!"

Sylvie yelled in displeasure.

"The question is, what are we going to do to get rid of the wolf. Although it is best that they all die of dog-eat-dog, they have a very tacit understanding to pick our soft persimmon to pinch first. ”

Spread his hands, Tuyumen said unceremoniously.

"Alright, it's time to go ashore, so as not to be discovered, shut up."

A man in full armor interrupted their conversation.

Driven by Tsuchimon, the speedboat slowed down on the shore and stopped in front of a beach.

There is no thrilling scene where the boat cannot be stopped due to a breakdown after the most extreme speed of life and death, and can only fly over the sea and crash into the beach, although that scene does not constitute any excitement for the three people on the speedboat.

"The one in front can only be relied on. Let's go ashore. ”

The knight took the lead and jumped out of the speedboat, although it was only knee-deep, but the heavy armor made his calves sink into the mud and sand in an instant, making him shorter at once, and the sea water flooded his thighs.

Shaking his head, he pulled out his leg without thinking, and the knight walked forward with one foot at a time.

"What a brainless guy~"

With a sigh, Tu Yumen had no choice but to jump into the water.

However, he was looking forward to what Sylvia in the long dress would do in the sea.

"Humph!"

Seeing Tu Yumen's eyes turn towards her, Sylvia instantly guessed his dirty thoughts, and jumped with her legs slightly bent, leaping dozens of meters, and jumping lightly from the speedboat to the shore.

"Hurry up, we must get back to London in front of the enemy!"

The second knight who had come ashore turned and shouted at the Tsuchigomon.

What's the matter, isn't this the last one I'm the last?

Tsuchigomon muttered in his heart and sped up.

The white waves were stacked on top of each other at his feet, and Tu Yumen looked back at the footprints left on the road, stretched out his legs and shook in the waves, washing away the fine sand in his feet, and then followed the troops ahead.

Half a day later, with the help of the magician who answered the call, Sylvia and his party rushed to London before Joan of Arc.

But in the end, the reason is simply that Joan of Arc deliberately slowed down. Otherwise, with the current strength of the United Kingdom, as long as Lola does not make a move, she will not be able to withstand Joan of Arc's attack at all.

"Sylvia, this time you will be more than happy with Lola, and you must give the enemy a head-on blow. Let them know that this bone in Britain is not easy to gnaw. Only by hurting them and fearing them can we get them to sit down at the negotiating table. ”

As soon as Sylvia returned, Eliza, who had been aggrieved for a long time, slapped the table and gave her an order, and sent her to the battlefield without even having time to rest.

"Huh? But I don't even know the strength of the enemy, so it's not good to act rashly. ”

hesitated but still put forward an opinion, after all, the other party was the royal family she served, and Sylvia still refused more tactfully.

"Don't talk about you, even we don't know. Isn't that what you want to try? If it's a hypocrisy, kill them in one go. If it's difficult, cut off some of their strength and make them pay for what they've done these days. ”

Eliza finally waited for reinforcements, how could she give up, and besides, the other party was about to hit London, and it was not their turn to choose to give up.

"Well, in that case, I can only go up."

Nodding helplessly, Sylvia went down to prepare the equipment for departure.

The queen must sit in the rear, and Lola and Sylvia are the strongest combination that Britain can come up with at the moment. This war is about the survival of Britain, and Eliza and Lola put their own capital on it.

Leaving plenty of men to defend London, Lola and Sylvia hit the road with ease.

It may not be a wise decision to use the strength of two people against the fleet that invaded the British, strong enough to annihilate all the armies of both countries. But Lola and Sylvia don't have a choice, and those who aren't strong enough will only drag them back in battle.

Rather than taking care of them in battle, it is better to leave those who are less powerful in the first place. And the queen could not have followed them on an adventure, at least to leave behind someone who would have such an unexpected emergency that they would never return.

Britain has lost enough, so don't lose any more blood if you can.

In the sky ahead is a fleet of fleets that obscure the sky. Joan of Arc advanced quickly, and was not too far from London before stopping, and was a city or two away.

Driving the car, Sylvia and Lola soon arrived at Joan of Arc's location.

"It's those people, they really have extremely advanced techniques. Isn't it really a school city? What is this - a floating battleship? Are aliens invading? ”

Sylvia, who saw the floating fleet for the first time, was shocked and did not forget to complain.

"Take a break, let's go. Be careful, I don't know if there is a master in the other party! ”

During this time, Lola has seen more than once in the video how terrifying the power of the beams of light ejected from the main guns of those battleships is. After seeing it for herself, she judged that even a saint would be a dead end if he was directly hit.

Even if there is no matching powerhouse among the opponents, it will not be easy to eat these battleships.

Especially since the commander of the other party is not a corpse vegetarian person.