The moment the lightsaber swept through, a corner was shaved off on the shoulder armor with the Lorraine Cross emblem.

Lydia fired continuously with the Vulcan cannon mounted on her shoulder, trying to create a chance for a second blow with her lightsaber, but the Frenchman had already swung her long sword and slashed in Lydia's direction.

As Lydia pulled back the distance, she swung her left hand upward, and the spare lightsaber directly cut off the Frenchman's Western-style heavy sword. The blade of the broken sword still hit Lydia in the shoulder, smashing out a pile of magic lubricating fluid.

The two planes invariably pulled back in unison, and at the same time fired at each other with beam weapons.

"You guy, you still have two more shots!" The Frenchman's voice came through the magic communication, mixed with Jane's screams, "It's a pity that you can't save that Mademoiselle François just like this!" Accept your fate! ”

Lydia attacked again, but this time the French did not respond head-on, but instead adopted a strategy of evasion and containment - meaning that Lydia could not rely on the advantage of the lightsaber in close combat to quickly defeat the French and rush to the aid of François, who was in danger.

"Don't run!" It was strange that Lydia realized as if she had never spoken this line in her life.

"I'm sorry, but in the case of delaying the time to drag out the victory, I will definitely choose the more prudent approach." The Frenchman was also frank, "Of course, I will still pinch the soft persimmon when I see it, but your table is obviously not soft enough just now." ”

Lydia was just about to respond when a new wave of magic intruded into her perception.

This time the fluctuation is coming from behind.

"Hold on, Lydia," the radio rang out at the same time, and Lin Youde's voice came from inside, "I let Angelita lift into the air, she's on her way to the battlefield." ”

"Hey," the Frenchman's voice came from the Magic Communicator, "I didn't hear that Birdman was back on the battlefield!" Miss Brigitte! ”

At this moment, Lydia suddenly charged towards the enemy, and the distracted Frenchman reacted half a beat slowly, only to be knocked away by Lydia, and the whole body lost its balance - while she stabilized the body, Lydia rushed towards Jane and opened fire on the new British goddess with her beam weapon.

The new English goddess was probably in the worst state of the people besieging Jane, and as Lydia had thought, she immediately suspended her attack and went on full defense, but she was still illuminated by the beams.

"Damn, cricket Italians!"

"Miss Jane! Come on! Lydia shouted.

"I—I can't do it anymore...... I can't speed up......" Jane's voice was utterly crying and full of despair, "Help, Lydia! Help me......"

"Don't give up!" Lydia said as she looked at the whole situation with her senses, the French, who had just been knocked away, were coming from behind, and the British seemed to be planning to block in front, and it seemed that Jane's side was unlikely.

Lydia made a quick decision and rushed towards the British.

"You coward who dares to fight more and less!" She turned on the external megaphone and shouted into the British, "Coward! If you're like this, I can fight the West! ”

Lydia bit her tongue when she said the number, and as a result, the pronunciation was completely distorted, which was weird.

"What did you say!" A strong anger could be felt in the Englishman's voice, and she ignored the friendly army's reminder to "don't provoke" and rushed towards Lydia.

"Ten is not enough! I—I'm a woman with thirty lives! ”

"What a mess this is!"

At this moment, the two bodies staggered, and the British's long sword was cut off by the lightsaber, and most of the palms of the body were lost. Lydia kicked it as she staggered, kicking the additional armor and magic lubricant lines around its waist, and the splash of lube glowed blue.

The instantaneous loss of lubricating fluid may lead to an imbalance in the body's power, which requires a time to readjust, and the body is very fragile in this process, and basically any attack must rely on armor or shields to resist.

At this time, the two force field shields were in a state of neutralization with each other, so the British immediately adjusted the arms of the aircraft to protect the vital point - as she did so, Lydia fired, and the shells of the Vulcan cannon fell on the outer armor of the British body, causing the magic runes on the armor to suddenly increase in brightness.

Lydia adjusted her stance and prepared to charge at the English again, but just then the French arrived, and the Colombians, who had fought Lydia many times, came around from the other side - it seemed that she had given up on the pursuit of Jane because of the bad situation.

"Since you want to die in place of the French," the Englishman's voice came from the magic telegraph, "then I will fulfill you!" ”

As soon as it was too late, several beams flew from the slanted thorns, forcing back the Colombians who were about to come forward.

"Lydia!" Angelita's voice came through the magic channel, "I'll help you!" ”

Angelita galloped into battle like a comet.

"The British were seriously wounded by me!" Lydia exclaimed.

"Understood!"

Angelita rushed towards the Englishman, who had just adjusted his posture to stabilize his altitude and not descend, but was blocked by the free French goddess halfway.

"Lord Brigitte!" The voice of the Frenchman echoed in Lydia's ears - in this kind of melee, the basic magic communication is open to each other, and everyone can hear it, "Your Excellency, our tactical intentions are no longer achieved, retreat!" ”

"Damn!" Brigitte seems to be a person who is accustomed to putting her feelings out through the tone chart, and it is obvious that she is very unwilling.

Lydia fired at Brigitte continuously, but Brigitte, who had recovered from her body, dodged lightly.

"You're lucky today!" Finally, Brigitte threw out a somewhat familiar statement, "Next time it won't be so cheap for you!" Let's withdraw! ”

So, the god of the coalition army gathered her formation and retreated while on guard.

"Are you alright, Jane?" Lydia asked worriedly, turning the viewfinder to Jane's mech.

"It's alright," Jane's voice was very weak, "my body can't maintain altitude anymore, I think I can fly for a few more minutes, and it looks like it's going to take trouble to recover my body." ”

"Well," Lydia nodded, "Angelita, what about you, is that okay?" ”

"It's so-so, it's good that the British didn't see that I'm still a wounded." As the words fell, Angelita could be heard breathing a long sigh of relief.

Lydia let out a long sigh of relief as she suddenly realized that her arm had been scratched, oozing blood staining her uniform.

"So I'm hurt too......" she muttered as if it didn't concern her, "this time it's really dangerous." ”