"Noel, please lend me your power!" Ann Rosst said earnestly to the knight who stopped her in front of her.

Your Highness, you are still so gentle to everyone!

Noel looked at the princess for a long time, and finally broke free in the inner struggle. Noel put his hand on his chest and solemnly swore to Ann Lost:

"Your Highness has already entrusted you with this heavy trust, and your subordinates dare not give up their lives. Noel swears in a knightly manner that he will do everything in his power to be loyal to you and protect Your Highness. ”

Ann Lotra picked up Noel, who was kneeling on one knee, and said excitedly, "Thank you, Noel. ”

"Your Highness!" Looking at the slender plain hands holding his palms, the young knight's face turned red.

However, Ann Lostt did not notice the change in Noel's face and said to him, "Now I am the only one who can stop this, Noel." Please take me to Findall! ”

"Yes, Your Highness!"

・・・・・・

"Sophia, hold on to my clothes, don't get lost." Constance Dante kept smiling and tried to comfort Sophia, and the confusion had a great effect on her mood.

The teams of Pisa, Genoa and San Giorgio have begun to assemble.

Like that night a decade ago, the city was once again in chaos.

"Boom" A violent explosion suddenly sounded. To the northwest, a black mushroom cloud rises.

The sound of the collapse was finally played again.

"Ahem, Rastin cub finally can't hold it back? General, are you alright? Nikita said as he stood in front of Merides.

"You're distracted, Nikitas." Merides waved his hand, looked at the huge crater not far away, and said, "In just ten years, the power of long-range artillery in the West has become so great." It's a war machine! ”

"General, let's avoid it first." Nikita said.

"No," Merides shook his head, "the Rastines can't keep throwing cannonballs inside, sooner or later an army will come in and let the young men get ready and get their weapons." ”

By this time, the uprising had already captured the garrison of the district, and the arsenal had been opened, and various advanced firearms were on display.

"I just don't know if those things will be dispatched, and if they do, we're going to lose." Nikita thought about it for a long time and still voiced his worries, if it weren't for Merides' insistence, Nikita would not have approved of the uprising, but with the kingdom's strong military, did they really have any hope of victory?

"It's going to happen, but it's exactly what we're looking forward to." Under the ochre-red robe, the man who couldn't see his face clearly said with a smile, looking like he was in the chest.

"You're kidding people's lives!" Nikita looked at the other party with great dissatisfaction. Despite being on the same camp, Nikita had never trusted the other, and unlike him, the man might not even be Herodian.

"Really? Does His Excellency Nikitas, the former commander of the Praetorian Guard, want to be a drunkard in this ghetto for the rest of his life, and die alone instead of gambling with his life? Nikita's mocking sneer made Nikita furious.

"Are you saying people's lives are your stakes? Believe it or not, I can kill you right now. Nikita grabbed the collar of the man in front of him, and compared to this 1.9-meter-tall man, the assassin's figure was extremely thin.

"Let it go." The Assassin's hand grabbed Nikita's arm.

"Stop!" The decaying Merides snapped, "Now is not the time for a dispute, let's prepare for the next phase of action." ”

"Yes." Nikita respected Merides and let go. However, the Assassin's hand was still on Nikita's arm.

"That's enough." Merrides said with a frown. "Your business is not done yet, there is no need to make extraneous complications." It seems that he is very jealous of this "subordinate", and the tone of his speech does not have a hint of instruction, but more like a discussion.

"It's okay, I'll send an arm for now." The ochre-robed assassin had no taboos, smiled slightly and let go of his hand.

"Is that guy really coming?" Merridez asked.

The assassin turned around and smiled, "Of course." How could His Highness not come to the feast to witness it in person? The man's maniacal and melodious laughter soared into the sky, as if to foreshadow something.

・・・・・・

Garrisoned in St. George's district was the Kingdom's famous Fourth Legion, the predecessor of the Crusader Griffin Knights, who defeated the new Roman infantry guards in Crete. At this time, heavy locomotives were parked in the huge Mahatma Square, each with a length of tens of meters, and the cars were covered with a layer of black nylon cloth, and it was impossible to see what they were carrying.

"Your Majesty has already drawn out the Fourth Army." Noel's face was full of solemnity, and he was accompanied by a Kingdom soldier, whose brim was pressed down to cover his countenance.

"Noel, what do we do now?" There was a heavenly voice under the military hat, which was clearly the voice of a young woman.

The soldier showed a peerless countenance.

The soldier turned out to be a disguised highness of the princess Ann Lost!!

"His Highness's ideal Noel is sworn to defend to the death, but is it really worth it? It was impossible for the Herod to be reconciled. Noel said with a complicated look in his eyes, in order to come here, this princess even cut her beautiful long hair short, but what can it do.

Ann Roste shook her head, looked at Noel steadfastly, and said, "No, I believe that all grudges can be resolved peacefully, not by the sword. The country needs to be settled, no matter who the ruler is. The slaughter of the Father only shook the foundations of the kingdom. And now only you can help me. ”

It was not the kingdom that supported his allegiance to Ann Lost, but the admiration of a teenager for a young girl, but often this affection gave great motivation.

Noel's eyes regained firmness, and suddenly he said to Ann Lotte with a flash of inspiration: "Your Highness, if we can't get through by land, we can go there from somewhere else. ”

"You mean... Ann Lotte also reacted, and suddenly hugged Noel with joy.

"Thank you, Noel!" Ann Roster said happily.

Noel looked at Her Royal Highness's flushed face, blushed slightly, touched her nose and said, "This is the duty of your subordinates. I immediately prepared it for His Highness. ”

But on the border between Genoa and Findel, a large-scale conflict has begun to erupt. This was the Genoa concession, and the exchange of fire between Genoa's army and the Herod was completely intensified after that cannon shot.

The marching Herod was immediately confused, and I don't know who shouted in the crowd:

"Kill all the Renoah dogs and let them get back!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the crowd rushed to the barricades set up by the Genoians.

"Stop, or we'll shoot!" Although Genoa's garrison gave verbal warnings, the movements of their hands were faster, the bullets were loaded, the safety was pulled, the triggers were pulled, and the series of actions were extremely fast.

More than a foot long muzzle flame erupted from the muzzle, sending out deadly bullets towards the Herod who rushed towards him.

Accompanied by the splash of blood, corpses fell, and large-caliber deer bullets caused a large number of casualties.

"Ahhhhhh

Screams of fear rang out, crowds swarmed in, and the streets were immediately crowded with people pushing and shoving each other.

"Sophia!" Fatally, Constance Dante and his sister were in the middle of the group, and the chaotic flow of people immediately overwhelmed them, and although Sophia firmly grabbed Constance Dante's clothes, the two were still scattered.

With a tear, Cons Dante's sleeves were torn, and the crowd knocked Cons Dante down, and the thin and thin Cons Dante immediately had a blue nose and swollen face, and finally squeezed out the crowd and crouched down by the wall to calm down.

"Whew, Whew, Sophia!" Constance Dante tried to find his sister in the crowd, but to no avail.

At this time, the Genoians drove the Herod with firearms, and they even launched artillery to force the Herod to retreat. Constance Dante had to be dragged back to Findel by the crowd.

・・・・・・

At this time in the St. George's district, the Fourth Army, which had not moved, also moved. It is headed by the Captain of the Fourth Legion's most powerful Knights, Stanret. This is a fierce soldier, from head to toe with a killing aura, there is no doubt that this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man has hundreds, nay, even thousands of lives on his hands!

The man looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist and finally gave the order.

"Holy Armor Knight, dispatch."

With a command, the huge black nylon cloth was lifted, and only a terrible scream was heard.

Huge black shadows slowly rose, revealing the sky.