Harbour, lighthouse.

Raymond looked up at the meteorite that fell after hitting the huge airship, and his whole expression was extremely serious.

The scene in front of him was different from what he had planned.

According to his plan, after the meteorite hit the huge airship, it should explode directly.

Not only will all the airships be destroyed, but it will not cause much damage to the harbor.

But, at the moment!

It's not just the smaller airships that have all fallen.

The meteorite that was supposed to explode was smashed towards the harbor intact!

You know, Her Majesty is still in the harbor!

"Elot!"

Raymond shouted.

At this moment, Elot didn't pay attention to the leader's shouts at all, he stared at the meteorite intently.

Sweat was pouring down his forehead.

How so?

The explosion should have appeared?

Why is this happening?

Again and again, Elliott recited the Tufu that belonged to the explosion.

But it's all useless!

And then......

A glint of emerald green light caught Elot's eyes.

"It's a flute!"

"It's the Piper's flute that gets in the way of 'Smashing'!"

Elot shouted.

Flute?!

Raymond was stunned.

Then he picked up the huge two-meter-long gun and aimed at the falling meteorite.

He wanted to shoot the flute that was getting in the way of 'smashing'.

But......

No angle at all!

The meteorite fell just too fast!

Fast enough to exceed his aiming angle.

No!

Can't give up!

Her Majesty is still in the harbour!

You can't let the meteorite really fall!

Grabbing his gun, Raymond leapt down.

He was ready to look for angles to shoot.

And Elliott, who maintained the entire secret art, exuded a faint black mist from his body.

Elot knew what his head was up to.

So, he tried his best to make the meteorite fall a little slower.

Just a little!

The rest of the members of the Living Regiment reacted instantaneously at this moment.

They mustered all the strength to get back to their feet.

They held hands, and Simmons finally put his hand on Elot's body.

"Put our power to use!"

Simmons spoke on behalf of everyone.

Elot turned her head to look at the tall Simmons, her lips trembling slightly, and she wanted to say something.

"Hurry up!"

"Her Majesty is in the harbor!"

"You can't let Her Majesty have any problems!"

Simmons interrupted Elot.

What Elliott wanted to say, Simmons naturally knew.

'borrowed' power, they will die.

But compared to their deaths, Her Majesty's well-being is the most important thing.

Their glory!

Their mission!

Everything about them!

It all comes from there—

"Die for Her Majesty!"

Simmons shouted.

"Die for Her Majesty!"

The remaining members of the Living Regiment shouted together.

Death.

It's not just a casual talk.

They were ready for it.

Raymond, running with a gun, had red eyes.

But he didn't look back.

He didn't shed a tear either.

Because, tears will block his vision.

He had to find the best angle to shoot.

Leddleman, the leader of the army of the undead, looked at the desperate members of the living group, put his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and waved his hand.

Suddenly, an army of 200,000 undead took action.

They run out of the sea.

They're going to rush to 111 Delen Street.

They cannot stop the fall of meteorites.

but

They can be the strongest 'shields'!

They are going to stand in the way of their own majesty!

Leddleman took the lead.

The undead on the left and right battlefields walk side by side.

Twelve high-ranking evil spirits, three hundred special ghosts, three thousand ghosts, and two hundred thousand legions of the dead followed.

Just when the undead were about to set foot on the shore—

"Wait!"

"Look there!"

Raymond's voice rang out suddenly.

The legion of the living and the legion of the dead were stunned.

Then they looked in the direction of the meteorite's fall.

They saw Jason leaping to his feet.

That perfect illusion does not exist for the legions of the living and the legions of the dead loyal to Denis.

Because, Dennis knows.

I want them to know, they know.

So, they, they know.

The legion of the living and the legion of the dead watched as Jason pulled the flute out.

The obstacle is gone!

Elot's reverberation rang out.

Bang!

The arcane circle in the center of the meteorite was activated.

Cracks appear in the center of the meteorite.

Then, diffuse.

Eventually, shattered.

Watch the rubble fly and fall.

Look at Jason standing below.

The legions of the living and the legions of the dead all bowed.

"I've seen His Royal Highness."

It wasn't an official meeting.

But it's a recognition.

Although what Her Majesty likes is what they approve of.

But this time, the recognition came from them, from their hearts.

Leddleman straightened up.

He looked at Raymond, the leader of the Living Regiment.

"We're still too weak."

"A small new federation is just a mess for us."

The leader of the Legion of the Dead said.

"Hmm."

Raymond nodded, not retorting.

Because, it's a fact.

A small accident almost put Her Majesty in danger, not that they were too weak.

The commander of the legion of the dead looked out to sea.

"I'm going to take them with me to continue to gather strength!"

"In the depths of the sea, farther away, there are even older battlefields!"

"Those dead races should have traces there!"

"Elves!"

"Dwarves!"

"Orcs!"

"Even ......"

"Dragon!"

"They should all be gathered under Her Majesty's command."

Ledman said lightly, and then looked at Raymond.

Raymond smiled at the imprint of the soul fire.

He knew what the other person was worried about.

"We will stay with Your Majesty."

"While protecting Your Majesty, you can also improve yourself."

"The same!"

"We will also gather more people to come to His Majesty's command."

Raymond carried his gun and promised.

Rydelman nodded, and headed straight for the ocean.

The legions of the dead vanished silently into the waters, just as they appeared.

The people of the Living Regiment also began to hide their whereabouts.

The greatest crisis has passed.

The Pied Piper died.

It's over.

In fact, the Pied Piper, who was hit by the meteorite, did not die in the first place.

Relying on the defenses of the 'giant airship', he escaped with his life.

However, the seemingly complete body has reached the point of almost fragmentation.

But

He's alive!

As long as you live, there is hope!

Therefore, the 'Piper' dragged the shattered body and tried to keep himself away from the meteorite.

He still doesn't know why a country girl was able to make a meteorite fall.

But he knew that if he wanted to live, he had to stay away from the meteorite!

He tried.

He moved forward step by step.

But—

Woo!

Burst!

Before the Piper could react, he was pierced through the body by a broad-bladed short-handled machete flying from behind him, and then slammed into the wall.

The Piper's eyes widened.

Where did the knife come from......

At the last moment of his life, the 'Piper' thought puzzled.

Then, tilt your head.

Died of exhaustion.