Officials at the British Fog Roundtable immediately had a slow-motion replay by the technical department.

Although it was still a little vague, they found that when the missile was still more than 1,000 meters away from the bridge in a straight line, the friction of the air shield formed by supersonic speed increased significantly.

Obviously, the air in that airspace has become much denser.

This slowed the missile and hit a wall of air and detonated.

Experts can't explain why, and can only blame these on mysterious supernatural powers.

Although the officials were dissatisfied, they could only pinch their noses and nod their heads in acknowledgement.

"Why hasn't my Britannica's transcendent come out yet?"

The prime minister listened to the report and shook his head and sighed softly again.

Next to the prime minister, a historian-turned-official was thinking about life, and when he heard this question, he didn't doubt him, so he instinctively opened his mouth directly:

"Maybe it's because the extraordinary forces of Britain are Celts?"

“……”

"Celtic?"

The prime minister was slightly stunned, and after repeating this historical term, he coughed violently a few times.

The rest of the officials looked at the official who had leaked his mouth with strange eyes.

In the ancient history books, the Celts were the natives of Britain.

Many of the heroes and sages in myths and legends were also mostly Celtic.

It's just that with the Norman invasion, the conqueror the Norman Archduke swept Britain, plus the Norse invasion and other historical events.

As conquered people, the Celts in the native sense of the word in Britain had already been settled.

Of course, there are Scots, Irish, etc., who claim to be descendants of the Celts.

But let's not mention that they have a good purpose in putting gold on their faces since ancient times, even if they are really Celts.

It's not good news for the British authorities either.

After all, both Scotland and Ireland have always been full of hostility and dissatisfaction with British officials.

Compared to Britain's transcendent heritage, it has been lost.

The possibility that the supernatural forces are related to the Celts is even more unacceptable to the British officials!

"Uh...... You know, I've always been stupid. ”

Noticing that the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became awkward, the historian-turned-official took the initiative to stand up and take a step back, showing a wry smile.

"Well, that's not a possibility." The Prime Minister took a deep breath and waved his hand to let everyone continue to work: "Don't continue to stand, please sit down!" ”

"We need your knowledge of history, which is why I asked you to come to the Cabinet Roundtable."

"Okay."

The clumsy officer nodded, sat back down, and looked at the message coming from the front.

The room was reinvigorated, and the conversation was louder again.

It's just that the three words of Celtic are heavy for every official here.

The portion is generous.

As a wise man in Britain, a man in power.

They had similar concerns for a long time, otherwise they would not have looked for these historians, and they would not have secretly made a private deal with the Europa League some time ago, and traded some Celtic artifacts in their museum and put them in the Museum of British Civilization.

Isn't it true that if the transcendent heritage is really related to the Celts, they can use it to ease relations with each other?

At the same time, there is no lack of hope in their hearts that Britain will have its own heritage, not as they guess, and that the conquest of Celtic has relied on the help of a transcendent inheritance from Europa.

…………

Boom Boom!

In the eastern area of the fog capital, the war is still raging.

After the fighter fired the remaining missiles, it immediately turned around and returned home, regardless of whether it had any effect or not.

Those missiles were undoubtedly intercepted by the combined efforts of the Frost Bone Dragons.

The Frost Realm slowdown, coupled with sorcery aids such as the Wall of Frost, makes it not easy to block these missiles, but it is not very difficult.

The bridge between the eastern and southern districts of Wudu.

Dozens of armored vehicles arrived.

The soldiers quickly set up a simple line of defense.

Then, instead of directly defending the bridge, they sent unmanned wheeled robots carrying high-energy explosives to rush to the bridge.

And then!

Boom a few loud bangs!

These unmanned wheeled robots that reached the weakest point of the bridge and detonated were blown to pieces, but they also lived up to expectations and cut off the entire bridge from the middle!

"Great!"

"Well done, brothers!"

The front-line commander, who was holding a telescope to watch the scene, let out cheers, and his eyes were not too frightened to see the rats gathering more and more.

These British soldiers, although they are poorly trained and old-equipped, there is a serious shortage of professional non-commissioned officers.

But they are all good soldiers.

It will not be passively beaten like the Resident Evil army in the movie.

As several more trucks arrived nearby, bringing in urgently brought in mortars, bazookas, and other weapons, the defenders on this side were already thinking about fighting back.

"Squeak!"

The rats spread the open space of the block, and in a moment, led by a great will, they brushed and stood, raising their hair and chirping.

The chirping has a strange rhythm, and one has to wonder if the rats may be singing a poem.

Behind the rats, observation equipment on a tall building noticed that dozens of crypt spiders had crawled out of the spotlight.

Immediately, a large amount of white mist erupted from the body of these crypt spiders, enveloping the block.

Then, an icy glow shot out of the white mist, and projected a projection of a stunning woman in a white classical robe.

This woman's appearance can be described as amazing, and almost as soon as she appeared on the stage, the human beings who saw her around her, regardless of gender, fell into a deep psychedelic feeling for beauty and holiness.

No way, although this classical beauty is made of a projection stone, the body is a genuine stunning beauty.

Coming from the Bright Moon Continent of Lilliputian Kingdom, she is already a moon god witch in the realm of a great wizard.

The temperament and appearance of the transcendent, even without the blessing of the transcendent breath, are enough to crush the female stars in the real world for a hundred streets!

It is not too much to give them the illusion that this woman only has heaven and earth.

The only thing that makes everyone miscalculate may be such a stunning beauty, whose real height is actually less than two centimeters.

Of course, at this moment, this Moon God Witch projection relied on the mana support of the frost bone dragons and reached a height of more than twenty meters.

Let the beauty of extraordinary women be shown in front of the world again.

She held an instrument called the Celtic harp in both hands, accompanied by the strange chirping of rats around her.

She played the harp gently, making a pleasant sound.

It seems to be faintly, catering to the rhythm of the rats' chirping.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"The woman...... What is the origin of the goddess? Friendly? Or the enemy! ”

After all, the prime minister was not at the scene, so he first came back to his senses from his appearance and asked in a low voice.

Next to him, the historian-turned-official stared at the screen solemnly, and suddenly shouted excitedly: "Wait, does anyone know what day it is?" ”

"Huh?"

A secretary was slightly stunned and replied, "Today is the Y day of the month of X, and it is not a holiday." ”

"No!"

"Today is a big day!"

The official's mind cleared up, and he pointed to the big screen as he recalled the ancient classics: "This is a memorial!" ”

"The great festival that the ancient Celts held every year on this day!"

"My Prime Minister."

"Today is really not any holiday for us conquerors."

"But in Celtic culture."

"Today...... But the Day of the Dead! ”

"And the goddess is ...... phantom"

"Maybe it's the great queen of mythology, the goddess of war, Morrigan!"

"Rumor has it that she holds death and rebirth, war and pestilence."

"A terrible evil god!"