Raymond, wiping the flintlock pistol, smiled at the new partner in front of him who was 'abandoning evil and turning to good' under 'persuasion'.

Although they have no bodies and can only exist as ghosts, they are nothing to them, the queen's knights.

The living are under the Queen's rule.

The same goes for the dead.

What made Raymond most pleased was that he had received several important pieces of news from his new companions.

One of the happiest things for Raymond was that outside the Hans harbor, there was a small arsenal large enough to arm a hundred men.

It's full of new weapons developed by the New Federation.

Even, there is no shortage of heavy weapons.

"Captain Raymond, I need to leave."

"The Commander has sent an order."

"And ......"

"I'm sorry before."

Gulat, who turned into an undead spirit and directly became a median evil spirit, bowed slightly to Raymond, with a deep apology on his face.

"No need to be sorry."

"It's all gone."

"Now, we're colleagues!"

"All for Her Majesty!"

Raymond said solemnly.

"All for Her Majesty!"

Guulart and the 20 subordinates behind him said at the same time.

Then, Guulat took the subordinates who were originally secrets and spies of the new federation, and at this moment 'volunteered to join' Denise's undead legion, and prepared to leave.

And at this very moment-

'I don't like wars like this!' ’

'Let it end quickly!' ’

'I want Jason back to me!' ’

'I still want to eat the meat and bones made by the fat aunt!' ’

Denise's voice rang in their hearts and theirs.

Without hesitation, everyone and the undead got down on one knee.

"Do your will, my Majesty!"

The cry rang out in the abandoned warehouse.

……

Outside the Hanse harbor, in the deep sea.

On an ancient battlefield.

One by one, the dead began to come back to life, rising from the mud, flickering with soul fire, and joining the queue in the distance.

Their bodies are as rotten as the swords in their hands.

Their steps staggered in the sea, weak.

But their will is as hard as steel, and as hot as a flame.

Rydelman couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at these transformed and revived skeleton warriors.

"Not enough!"

"Not enough!"

"Too little!"

"Millions! At least a million! ”

Although it has been transformed into an evil spirit close to a fierce spirit, its memory has not been lost, and it knows very well that the number of 100,000 skeleton soldiers in front of it is still too small.

At least a million skeleton warriors!

Because, only a million skeleton warriors are enough to flatten the so-called New Federation.

Only in this way can Her Majesty's carefree life be ensured.

And ghosts!

Thinking of this, Rydelman turned his head to look at the two battlefield undead.

They keep transforming.

Three thousand ghosts have gathered.

Unlike their original special three hundred ghosts, these spirits only have the most ordinary instincts.

However, it is precisely because of this that they choose to obey.

"Ghosts want 100,000!"

Leddleman commanded.

The two battlefield undead did not refute.

Because, that's what they wanted to do.

Then Rydelman looked deeper into the sea.

Darkness hung over it.

The vision of the undead could not see it clearly.

There is only a vague outline.

Is that......

A city!

A city that makes its heart palpitate.

"This is also a place where the queen is dangerous!"

"We need to sweep away all the dangers on the ground before we sweep this place!"

Leddleman thought silently.

Just when this deceased, who was far beyond ordinary evil spirits, was thinking-

'I don't like wars like this!' ’

'Let it end quickly!' ’

'I want Jason back to me!' ’

'I still want to eat the meat and bones made by the fat aunt!' ’

It was Her Majesty's voice.

Her Majesty has given the latest order.

All the souls and the dead fell to their knees.

With their souls they chanted:

"Do your will, my Majesty!"

The waters of the deep sea are boiling at this moment.

Rydelman didn't bother with his plans.

Neither did the two battlefield undead.

For them, Her Majesty's will is above all else.

"Get out!"

"Target: Swallow Castle!"

Order.

The army of 100,000 undead took direct action.

There was no rush to the sea.

They don't need to breathe, they are tireless, they don't know pain, and they go straight to the bottom of the sea.

And just after the army of the dead left.

The deep sea has returned to calm.

Only the city shrouded in darkness remained.

Stand still.

Eternal and unchanging.

……

At the Möbius Palace, 'Emmorton III' holds a wine glass.

The pain in his head forced the Governor of the Federation to choose to numb himself with alcohol.

This pain has been around for a long time.

From the moment he failed under artillery fire and chose 'fusion', it has been appearing.

However, 'Emmorton III' didn't care.

Because, it was that failure that allowed him to find a real way forward.

However, that doesn't mean 'Elmorton III' will let go of those who let him fail.

Gerrard!

Jason!

The names of the two brothers were muttered.

The latter, in particular, made the head of the Federation grit his teeth.

Inexplicably used a certain weirdness to attack him.

He also used slogans like 'hair sugar' to confuse him.

What a damn one!

It won't be long, though.

"You're my sacrifice too!"

'Emmorton III' thought with certainty.

Gerard will definitely go to support and greet the widow and remnants of the Grand Duke of 'Swallow Castle', and the Hans harbor that has lost Gerald is a toothless tiger, and civil strife is inevitable.

And......

"Do you really think that the widow and remnants of the Grand Duke of 'Yanbao' are so easy to welcome?"

"I've got a big gift for you!"

'Emmorton III' sneered.

But, the next moment, such a smile stiffened -

"Report!"

"The shadows and spies in Hans Harbor have all lost contact."

"What did you say?"

'Emmorton III' looked at the communications soldier in front of him.

Under the gaze of the Governor of the Federation, the Messenger's heart trembled, and his voice stammered in reply.

"Han, Hans Harbor's shadows and spies have all lost their ......"

Bang!

'Emmorton III' didn't wait for the signal soldier to finish speaking, and raised his hand to shoot it.

The Signal Corpsman fell directly in a pool of blood.

The other party's personal valet waved his hand, and immediately several waiters carried the corpse down expressionlessly.

"Rubbish!"

"A bunch of rubbish!"

"Is that much money eaten by dogs every year?"

'Emmorton III' roared.

The wine glass in his hand was thrown to the ground again.

Syllable!

The glass shattered.

With a snap, 'Elmorton III' suddenly thought of something more important.

"Did the trap against Gerald succeed?"