It has to be said that Lunas thinks he has been infected by the Tucao virus. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

'What's going on?' Three no products? ＇

'No, the negative energy is too much for the average weapon, which is why the ghost spell weapons are made of incredibly expensive materials, and it is good for ordinary steel to last a low-intensity battle, but it is completely insufficient when fighting real vampires, your weapon is here. As he spoke, he took a pitch-black pistol from the side, which did not have any luster of black metal, but appeared to Lunas in an eerie black ghost that seemed to have no reflection.

'Glock 19 pistol, the body is short, the maximum magazine is 15 rounds, the body of the gun is all made of ghost spell weapon materials, engraved with a large number of spells, can fully withstand the power of the Seraph, the bullet uses a mercury core bullet engraved with a cross, has experienced the baptism of holy water in the Vatican Chapel, for non-noble vampires can be killed in one shot, and the power of the ghost spell can cause a greater degree of damage to vampire nobles. ＇

'What about true ancestor-level vampires?' ＇

The old man looked at Lunas with a look of pity, "Your Excellency, if you really encounter a True Ancestor-level vampire on this mission, I personally recommend that you don't go, because when you encounter a True Ancestor-level vampire, all you can do is pray that you can go to heaven without pain。。。。。。 ＇

"The difference in strength is still too big。。。。。。" Lunas couldn't help but sigh with emotion, in the face of True Ancestor-level vampires, he only had to be abused.

"Why are you sighing when you're a young man? You know, when I was your age, I was full of ambition! It's a pity that time waits for no one。。。。。。 "This time it's Colonel Waiorido, the dead fat man, who is lying on a bench under a sun umbrella, wearing a 。。。。。。 Hawaiian style shorts!!

That's right! You read that right, and the already lethargic author is not mistaken, he is wearing a pair of Hawaiian-style shorts! The murderous atmosphere created by the cannons of the Prinz Eugen was completely ruined by these damn big shorts. Wearing Hawaiian shorts on the Heavy Cruise, Colonel Waiorido, your feat can be called unprecedented, and you feel that you have made this killing machine born for war your own personal yacht?

"Captain Waiorido, this is still a warship after all, and as a soldier who shoulders the glory of the Empire, it is better to pay attention to the image......" Captain Kense expressed his helplessness about the strange and off-line of the dead fat man.

"The sea conditions are so bad, if we weren't in a hurry, who would come to such a hellish place?" The dead fat man lazily rolled on the chaise longue, which instantly squeaked with an overwhelmed sound.

"That's not guaranteed, is it? After all, if you sail like this, you can save dozens of tons of fuel supply, maybe one day a merchant ship that wants money and lives will come over? I'm going to take another picture of you, and I'm very much looking forward to what the Führer will look like when he sees it! "Lunas's respect for this dead fat man has long been wiped out in the long-term cooperation between the two, and for this 'Colonel Violito', who can resist bullets and can resist bullets, shameless, and completely has any imperial military glory, Lunas will never give up every opportunity to complain about him. These comments are not Lunas's own evaluation, but the accepted evaluation of this strange thing by the entire Reichswehr, which is very unfavorable in the German army, which has always been known for its rigor, but this is why the mustache likes this fat man. The rigor of the Germans can be called rigid to a certain extent, and this rigidity is too suppressed in many situations such as negotiations, and the strength of the fat man is exactly what Germany needs.

"If that happens, then for the glory of the empire, they can only be sacrificed......" At this point, the dead fat man showed a hint of malice, and then 。。。。。。 Continue to drink coconut water and bask in the sun.

"I say, Colonel Waiorido, are you lazy enough to sink all the merchant ships you come across than get up from your chaise longe?"

"Don't say that, little Lunas, it's a holiday, a holiday! Who is going to start gathering information about the other side's negotiators right now, as you did? That's the 'chicken farmer' (Heelem, the head of the German intelligence agency, is often disparagingly referred to as a chicken farmer by some disagreeable people because of his experience working on chicken farms). And our task is to enjoy the holiday here in peace. "The fat man has already made up his mind to mess up this deal, and where is he willing to waste his precious vacation time on gathering this doomed useless information?

――――――――――――――――― I am the dividing line of precious vacations――――――――――――――

"After all, they belong to a different agency from us, and the information they give is definitely incomplete, and the biggest threat to us in this extreme east is the Third True Ancestor named Kruru Cepesi, we will not have any resistance against her without any heavy fire support, and I don't believe that the Emperor Ghost Army can give us any substantial help when fighting against True Ancestor-level vampires。。。。。。" Lunas circled the map of Japan, and then stuffed a map in front of the dead fat man, "Only in this range are we relatively safe, although the 203 main cannon of the Prince Eugen is difficult to really hit the vampire nobles, but it has a great lethality for even the vampires of the True Ancestor level, and the vampires who have always lacked the number must not take risks in this kind of thing."

"Little Lunas, the idea is good, but I still remind you that the power of the 203 main gun is enough to tear you to pieces within a radius of two hundred meters." Captain Kenser analyzed as he looked at the map that Lunas had mapped.

PS: Rolling all over the ground for recommendation tickets and rewarding local tyrants......