"It looks like Landenberg is already ours." The skylit up with a blaze of fire throughout the fortress, and even from a distance, the Teutonic Knights' station could clearly see the devastation caused inside. Wiggins, on the other hand, was sitting in a makeshift tent looking at the map, and finally a happy smile appeared on his face.

But at this moment, Wiggins, who was in a relaxed mood, heard the angry voice of Archbishop Louis outside the tent, and suddenly felt a little more unhappy in his heart.

"You're all out of the way! I, Archbishop of Cologne, dare you stop me! ”

The man's gruff voice was hard to believe that this could be the gentle archbishop of the people, but the fact that the big fat man with small eyes looked like a fat pig did make one wonder how he became an archbishop in the first place.

"Hurry up and get Wiggins out to meet me!" Archbishop Louis's voice was full of annoyance, sharp and harsh. But this is the Teutonic Order, and the knights don't obey an archbishop, they only obey the morality of their own commanders and knights.

"Archbishop Louis, please forgive me, the district captain is discussing the war with the other chiefs, so- you can't go in now!" Several knights lowered their heads and blocked in front of the archbishop, without the slightest intention of giving way, which made Archbishop Louis who was already holding his stomach burst out in an instant!

"Presumptuous, don't forget your identity, how dare you talk to me in such a tone!" An enraged Archbishop Louis screamed and roared, but the knights' wall stood in his way.

"Get out of the way, and invite our honorable Archbishop to come in." A smiling knight stepped out and pushed away the knights who were blocking Archbishop Louis.

"Knight Wickleton, you're finally willing to come out! I thought you had completely ignored the existence of my Imperial envoy! Archbishop Louis said with a sneer.

The Knight of Wickleton still kept a smile and said calmly: "You are joking, but now we are busy fighting heresy, this is a bit negligent, please forgive me." ”

"Hmph." The displeased Archbishop Louis did not speak, and walked into the tent.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Archbishop! It was now ten minutes before the agreed time between us, and the line of the Rus' garrison at Langdenburg had collapsed. I think we should be able to suspend our participation in combat operations in the South now! The captain of the Wiggins district looked at the menacing archbishop who walked in, and said flatly.

Naturally, such words left Archbishop Louis speechless, because that was exactly what he had promised.

But how could the angry Archbishop Louis swallow this breath, this was clearly a slap in the face!

"Ancient mecha・・・・・・ how can an ancient mecha appear in your hands." Archbishop Louis asked a pointed question, that ultimate weapon was in fact only used by the Holy See, not even a great power like the Holy Roman Empire, but the Teutonic Knights used this forbidden weapon on the battlefield.

But in the face of the question of the fat bishop, it is obvious that the knights have long been prepared for this. Wiggins, however, walked up to Archbishop Louis with a natural face and said, "Does this need an explanation?" Although we serve the Empire, after all, we are the army that serves God and the Holy Church, and in order to fight against heresy, is it not the only normal behavior? ”

Archbishop Louis, who was trembling with anger, screamed and shouted: "Don't change the subject for me, I'm asking you why you have ancient mecha on your hands!" Your actions are challenging the Empire, challenging the Holy See. ”

"If you say that, then you are a little biased, Your Excellency the Archbishop!" Suddenly, Wiggins's voice suddenly rose by several decibels, "Our use of the ancient mecha is to destroy the enemies of the Holy See and the Empire, it is heresy. Moreover, each vassal has the power to weigh whether or not to provide help to their liege. Besides, we're just holding off on the march. You don't have to use such the greatest malice to judge our loyalty to Your Majesty. ”

"You ・・・・・・," the archbishop shook his face, his face greasy as if it were about to drip out of the fat, and he was about to speak.

But at this moment, a knight suddenly rushed in from outside the tent, and one of them slammed into Archbishop Louis without noticing, and both of them staggered to the ground at the same time.

Looking at Archbishop Louis, who had been arrogant before and was now so embarrassed, almost everyone couldn't help but laugh, big and small, and even the captain of Wiggins had a smile on his face.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you help His Excellency the Archbishop up!" Wiggins put away his smile and pretended to be serious.

"Bastard, impudent! Huhu~" Archbishop Louis, who fell to the ground and was finally helped up, panted, "I want to tell the emperor about this matter, tell the Pope, you and your Grand Master are waiting for sanctions!" ”

However, no one cares about his threat, there are many factions in the Holy See, and they already have great backers, as for the empire, it is better to solve the contradictions of the electors first.

But looking at the knight who rushed in in a panic, Wiggins couldn't help frowning.

"Is there anything going on, Verard?" Wiggins asked.

"Mecha, ancient mecha ・・・・・・" The knight of Verard, who was helped up by his companions, stammered with panic on his face and stammered unclearly, and everyone couldn't help but wonder what could make a knight so panicked.

"Slow down, don't rush." The knight, who was not watching beside him, patted him on the shoulder and said.

And finally, after a lot of hard work, the knight of Villard, who calmed down, finally vented the fear in his heart.

"Ancient mecha・・・・・・ ancient mecha is out of control!"

・・・・・・

The whole city was still burning, but the darkness was not dispelled, only the devilish roar was almost soul-piercing, and the Polish soldiers walking in the darkness could do nothing but walk in the darkness with fear.

What the hell is that sound? No one knows, and these Poles can only pray that they will not encounter the demon that lurks in the darkness.

At the back of the line, a heavy locomotive slowly followed, which was supposed to be a transporter for the Polish mech, but now it was carrying the dragon-type mecha that Consdin had been driving earlier.

All the Poles had seen the horror of the monster with their own eyes, and because of that, apart from a small number of guards, there was no one on the side of the locomotive.

And at this moment, a figure was slowly approaching. (To be continued.) )