VI

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August 7, 1666 (MDay+128)

Jena-sur-Kings

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When Captain Naimon Soleyton woke up from his coma, the alarm outside the window was blaring.

Screaming alarms and musical alarms of different tones sounded at the same time, converging into a loud noise with no less than ten sound sources.

Naimon still remembers that he stayed up late last night to work overtime to restructure the alarm network. Before the Jena-Blenheim battle broke out, the warning network around Jena had a total of 160 warning points, but last night he struggled to cobble together the manpower to maintain 24 warning points.

“...... Wait a minute, how many alarms are going off right now?"

It still hurts in the back of my head, and it's dark in front of me. Underneath the body is the familiar touch of the military bed board, and I should be in a barracks somewhere. The remnants of some magic remained in his nervous system, tormenting his ability to think. It took him three times longer than usual, and he finally figured it out: half of the alarm points in the entire camp were now screaming.

"What time is it? Did Danika escape from prison?"

Struggling to ask questions, things in my head are still in a mess. Naimon vaguely remembers that he brought a military uniform...... Women's Prisoner of War Camp ...... Action Plan ......

"It's eleven o'clock. ”

The voice of the answer came from very close, it was a strange and reserved female voice.

"Eleven o'clock. He remembered, "at the Jena location." ”

Naimon opened his eyes and smelled an unfamiliar aroma. A slender hand was waving in front of his eyes.

"Thanks, I can see it. ”

Naimon struggled to hold on to the chair next to him and sat up. He was wearing a purple Chinese military uniform, which he put aside.

Seeing him raise his head, the hand retracted sharply as if it had been burned, and had no intention of making further contact with him. The owner of that hand had a pair of melancholy eyes, long black hair, and a new blue Free Army uniform with no rank. Seeing him wake up, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently.

It looked familiar, but due to the side effects of the magic, Naimon couldn't remember who she was for a while.

"Thank you. That, you are...... You are...... Who are you?"

The brunette girl's eyes were flustered, and the black opal-like eyes were staring at him. Her legs were tight and changed several different positions at breakneck speed, as if she didn't know where to go.

Naimon was a little flustered when he saw it. He noticed the other party's necklace, which was strung together by a chain of stars representing the gods: "Sorry, are you from the medical team? I'm sure I know you, but the magic makes me can't remember it for a while......"

The brunette jerked her head down, wiped her face with her handcuffed hands, and sat back in her seat. Her impeccable upright posture proves that she has an excellent upbringing.

When he saw this sitting position, Naimon already remembered who the woman in front of him was.

"It's not from the medical team. Nor are the guards. It is the first princess of the Holy Koman Empire, Olya Hugh Koman. ”

Olya cleared her throat and answered the question word by word, with a tone of feigned pride and unconcealed displeasure.

"You feel very different after you change into a military uniform. It's, it's, it's beautiful. ”

The captain argued clumsily, stating the reasons he had come up with one by one. Knowing that it was better not to say it, he still said it one by one.

There was no expression on Olya's face. Her Royal Highness, the world's No. 1 princess, bit her lower lip tightly and didn't say a word.

"I'm not very good at distinguishing other people's faces. Your temperament is too impressive. ”

There is no special effect magic that can heal stupid people. Naimon knew that this kind of insincere compliment was ineffective, but he really didn't know how to deal with it.

"I didn't expect you to go with them. Since you have a third person......"

The more you draw it, the darker it gets. Olya sat stiffly, her hands crossed in front of her. Naimon noticed that her fingernails had dug into her flesh.

He almost wanted to beat himself up: even if she had changed into a Free Army uniform, he shouldn't have recognized it! He didn't have to ask how it came from, and since there was a third person, it wasn't strange that they were prepared.

“...... Then why didn't you leave?"

You shouldn't ask. You shouldn't ask. You shouldn't ask. But the tongue is not controlled. He had a hunch that he was pulling the lead of the trap. A large magic trap large enough to leave him with no bones left.

"Then why are you here?" asked the princess quietly.

Naimon was stunned. Not because of the question, but because he was shocked to see two lines of tears in Olya's dark eyes.

"I know you're not here for me. I also know you don't even remember what I look like. But I'll stay for you. Because—"

Listening to these words, no matter how sluggish he was, he knew that the situation was not right now. All the clues are interspersed, and the answer is obvious.

Naimon tried his best to dissuade him. Even if he knew that it would definitely not work, he could only mutter an uninspired dialogue: "There shouldn't be such an exaggerated development." Don't cry. Don't cry, Your Highness Princess. ”

"—even so, I would say,"

Olya took a deep breath and uttered the words:

"I like you. ”

That was the first time Naymen Soleton had heard this phrase in his life. A powerful central breakthrough.

This unbearable embarrassment. The unfolding of this vulgarity. This worst-case scenario. What to do?

He didn't know.

So, he fled.

He left the crying girl behind him and fled.

Naimon slammed to his feet, slammed open the door, gasped for breath, and fled.

Naimon didn't expect the princess of the empire to say this so bluntly. That's not in his estimates.

The missing clues quickly put together in the mind. It was he who captured the princess. It was he who was there for her when she was most lonely and helpless. It was he who took away her first kiss - albeit unintentionally. There should be no suitable object around her. He knew it all, he knew it all.

But he never thought that the princess of the empire would really like him.

"It's impossible. You're Gustav's sister, and I, and I'......."

Namen Soleton is just a small man. After the war is over, he receives his due, retires, and opens a small magic shop in Lenny - a life that is clearly not suitable for the princess of the Empire. What's more, the heroes of the Free Army are the enemies of the Empire. The princess of the Empire is the most valuable hostage in the hands of the Free Army. If Olya had been abducted by some of the Freers, Clad would have killed...... It is also a true violation of the prisoner of war agreement and military law between the two sides.

Actually, he didn't hate her.

But there was no way he and she would come of it. No one will allow such an outcome.

He would rather not know about it himself. It was the most embarrassing scene he had ever faced.

"That's not right. This is not right. It shouldn't be like this. ”

He stumbled out the door.

The lieutenant at the door was performing all the maneuvers of a "state of alert": a well-organized military posture, a row of loaded muskets, a siren at hand, a row of stun potions and smoke grenades.

But this strict state was shattered when Naimon appeared.

Seeing the captain in a shirt and shorts running out with a purple military uniform as if fleeing, the lieutenant's face was so wonderful: "Why are you-"

"It wasn't me, it was them who escaped from prison!" "Naimon threw Danica's general's uniform on the table, "They changed their clothes!"

The lieutenant's legs were weak, and the whole person collapsed on the chair: "Are you kidding......"

"Marquises von Figota and one of her accomplices plotted. I need a military uniform to report this to headquarters. Naimon added, "It's all my responsibility, I was too careless." ”

"Even if you report like that, I'm done. The lieutenant finally recovered a little and found a spare uniform, "But you mean, Her Royal Highness is still there?"

Naimon nodded. The lieutenant sighed "God bless" and hurriedly ran in.

"I don't know how Olya would describe these things......"

Naimon shook his head. This thought only turned in his mind for a moment, and he deliberately ignored it. He put on his military uniform again and set off.

Not in the direction of the General Staff, but in the direction of the teleportation position.

The estimated time is eleven o'clock.

Everyone knows the importance of teleportation. It can teleport VIPs, teleport key items, launch assaults, and launch retreats, which is one of the core problems of magic strategy. The earliest teleportation magic was purely a gamble, and people risked turning into stone statues, traveling through other worlds, or losing half of their bodies.

On the other side of the spatial passage is an unpredictable darkness. Euclid said that there should be a point of orientation, and the world will be bright from now on.

During the Elven Empire, magicians used the geometry and mapping of the Grand Arcanist Euclid to build a vast teleportation system, but this teleportation system was lost in the Dark Ages, along with the Elven Avenue, which connected the Empire. A new type of teleportation technology emerged with Descartes' analytic geometry in 1637, but it was too risky to be fully utilized, and only a crazy new mage like Sid Nasser would use it.

Today's anchor technology exists entirely for the sake of war. As battle lines change and bases shift, the Imperial and Free Army's senior mages continue to build and dismantle waypoints at key locations. The coordinates of Lennie and Deran's anchors kept shifting, and important locations like Jena that changed hands several times were even more distracted by the spell teams on both sides.

Naimon recalls the current location of the anchor. The anchor was indeed located in the opposite direction of the prisoner of war camp, in front of a bell tower in the southeast of the city. In order to teleport Marshal Conti Fox, today's starting phrase must have been changed. At this time, the tester should have finished testing the effectiveness of the teleportation, throwing chickens, pigs, and so on and throwing them back.

He could already see the iron frame that was high above the ground. In order to prevent teleportation accidents, the Jena anchor point was not set up underground, like Lenny, but on a high platform supported by an iron frame in the corner of the main square in front of the bell tower. Even if there is a transmission error, as long as the area around the destination is vacated as much as possible, the safety should be guaranteed. Only central teleportation points like Lennie are set up in underground bunkers to ensure that they can be easily destroyed if necessary. The security in the vicinity was not as tight as expected, and the soldiers on the periphery were only patrolling in pairs.

"Stop! Soldier over there, password!"

Naimon slowly raised his hands: "The password is 'Brandi the Green'." I don't have a military rank, but I'm—"

Seeing his face, the two guards were stunned for a moment, and then saluted: "Captain Soleton! Your Excellency Marshal has asked you to report to him as soon as you arrive here! He is in the bell tower." ”

"Your Excellency Marshal?" asked Naimon subconsciously.

The guard on the left casually replied, "You came earlier than your Excellency ordered, and he said that you would arrive after eleven o'clock." ”

Naimon didn't ask any further, scratched his head with a wry smile, and walked into the bell tower.

It wasn't Fawkes who was waiting for him there, but Clad.

Clad alone.

The new marshal stood in the shadows, looking at the defense map near Jena. Different-colored pins are inserted on the defense map to mark the location of the alarm that is ringing. These alarm positions were set up by Naimon himself, and he saw the mystery at a glance: all the points that were close to the mass prisoner of war camp were pulled out one by one.

"I didn't think you would come. ”

Naimon took off his military hat: "Everyone has things they don't want to do. I'm here anyway, Your Excellency. Please punish me. ”

Crader didn't look up, just pressed a new pin on the map: "But she's not with you." It's her own discretion, isn't it?"

How much did he know?, Neckon, speculating on Clad's reasoning, replied, "Yes." It was an armed prison break, and she had her own plans. ”

Clad stopped. His reasoning was accurate and swift, and his finger rested on the location of the bell tower.

"But if you're here, it's proof that she knows there's a anchor. Did you bring the information, or did you just tell her?"

"The materials were snatched. Naimon replied that he didn't want to give too much information.

"I think so. Judging from the map alone, their intention was to incite an uprising of the prisoners of war. Clad looked at the map, drawing a few circles on it and marking a few prisoner of war camps, "It's not that easy. Her lieutenant 'Mist Hawk' and all the key officers are under the control of our superior forces. ”

Naimon did the math: "If we only keep a minimum number of troops, we can indeed guarantee that every prisoner of war camp has superior troops." Then their uprising would be tantamount to suicide. ”

"So, her intention was not to be a prisoner of war camp. Clad finally looked up, "Lure my main force out of the way, and then use this teleportation point to leave." This is your plan, Captain Soleton?"

Naimon held his breath. The gaze of the middle-aged marshal penetrates almost everything.

Above them, the bell rang slowly. One, two, until eleven.

"Plan. Whose plan is it?" Naimon replied slowly, "You gave me the order. You want them to come here. This is your plan, Marshal. I don't understand. ”

He really didn't understand. Why is Clad so obsessed with dealing with his own daughter?

"Because you don't understand that faith is power. Clad replied thoughtfully, "As long as I'm here, there's no way she and Olya can get past Lennie's teleportation point." ”

The corners of Naimon's mouth twitched, "Yes." But are you so sure that this is also her plan?"

"Unless the two of them want to fight me in the open field. With a flick of his right wrist, Clad stabbed a small pale blue sword on the map, "Half past eleven." If they hadn't shown up by then, I'd go. ”

Naimon stared at the weapon, the little oriental sword that glowed with a pale blue light. He knew it was true: almost no one could compete with Broken Dreams in the wild. This magical weapon is connected to the soul: it is part of Klad's soul, and everything it tracks, Klad can see. In the hills, this will be a formidable opponent.

"I know something you don't know yet, Your Excellency. We all know that Danika has an accomplice. Now you know that the accomplice is not me. ”

He held his head high, took two bold steps, and walked to the edge of the map. Naimon's finger swiped across the map, drawing two arrows to the south and west.

"Actually, that accomplice is not Her Royal Highness Princess Olya, she is still in a prisoner of war camp. Because Olya had just confessed to me, Naimon added inwardly, "That's at least a mage of medium or higher calibre." We should have a list of suspicions—"

The two looked at each other directly. Klad López straightened up, withdrew his weapon, and put on his military cap.

Naimon didn't flinch: "You know who might be on that list. Someone who needs your own hands. ”

"Yes, I know. Like Nasser or Rasta. Clad walked out the door, "Thankfully, they don't have many options. To use an Eastern proverb, this is called being clever and being mistaken by being smart. ”

Naimon looked down at the map. Only the last guard tower left on the map without a pin is attached.

He chased out the door. Outside the door was a teleportation of Marshal Conti Fox and his entourage. The old marshal was looking at the sky and waving at Clad's back. The magical officer in charge of the teleportation was chanting the activation phrase, and he could hear it as "May the flag of freedom fly for a long time".

Danika still didn't come here. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The teleportation is complete.

The guard tower on the southwest side of Jena was ignited by a fireball, and the alarm magic sounded on it. This time the alarm was a loud piano song.

After four casualties, the squad in charge of the guard had broken down.

"This is the thirteenth alert group. ”

Danika approached the officer on duty, who was limp on the ground, and took the rank of lieutenant from the shoulders of the loser, changing it into the shoulders of her own uniform. This is no longer Namen's blue military uniform, but a red military uniform.

Majiya Veri was wearing a green non-commissioned officer uniform, and made a big cross with her foot on the ground: "There should be three more in Minggang, and the rest are dark sentinels." ”

"Okay, just leave the three in the northeast and don't fight. Danika replied, "We're going west now." By now he should have thought we were going to the waypoint, or fleeing from the south of the city. ”

"Wait a minute. "Before I can go into battle, I have to know our enemy. Denika, tell me about your father. This man's combat power is probably no weaker than Sid Nasser's, and like Sid, he has too many secrets in magic. ”

Danika buckled up her captured military hat and stepped forward. The whole camp had begun to be chaotic, and it was common to see officers running in it, and they were inconspicuous in it. She nodded thoughtfully, "That's a long story. ”

"I heard rumors about him when I was in Kengler. Graduated first in all subjects of the military academy, studied Dongyi magic, and got the golden badge of a magician when he was young. In Sid Nasser's absence, he should be the most powerful mage in the Jena war zone. If he is serious about chasing us, we will not be able to escape. I remember the newspaper saying that it had a living weapon that could self-track, auto-fight. ”

"I think I know more about Flying Sword than you know. Danika replied, "That's not a living weapon. It's soul sharing. Remember yesterday's artillery battle? Imagine that so much fire was concentrated on one person. Pale blue light, each one equivalent to a magic missile, hundreds. ”

Magia thought carefully, "It's a pale blue light. I think I saw it in yesterday's battle...... Danika. Is that the light?"

Danika looked up and saw countless pale blue points of light shimmering in the cloudy sky. Almost as soon as she looked up, all the points of light moved.

"He found me. Stealth! Distract the action!"

Danika pushed Magia away with one palm, and she turned her head and ran in the opposite direction. The green-haired woman, who existed in the form of a soul, lowered her military hat and ran into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

The pale blue rays in the air gradually began to converge, converge, and converge, and finally turned into a dazzling pure blue light, catching up with and overtaking Danika, and crashing around the corner in front of them.

Without hesitation, Danika unleashed a blast of impact magic at the building around the corner. The house roared loudly and half collapsed.

"It's more powerful than this magic should be. You're making progress again. ”

Danika paused and listened to the sound coming from the other side of the wall. Klad walked leisurely past the crumbling houses, the flying sword "Shattered Dreams" surrounding him, forming a dense web of blue light, blocking the flying rubble, and the low crashing sound continued.

This battle cannot be avoided. She sighed and spoke maliciously: "Great, great, glorious Marshal of the Free Army, Clad López. You're satisfied, aren't you? You can finally save the world. ”

"Danika. Where are your companions?"

Clad stopped more than twenty paces away from her. Danika took a few steps back, and the middle-aged man didn't follow. For him, this distance makes no difference.

"I won't tell you yet. Danika smiled, "I've told you, this conversation is coming to an end." It's been a long time since we've seen each other, don't you want to talk first? I thought you'd come before Soleton. ”

The marshal pressed his right hand and withdrew the flying sword in his hand: "Since you have chosen the path, you will have to pay the price." Everyone has to pay for his choice. ”

"And I'm your price. You need to kill me with your own hands, Clad. Soleton didn't know why. I know. "Danika silently gathers her magic," the empire has a lot of Dongyi magic books than Lenny. They have a good royal library. It was there that I realized that you can't be a true Taoist. ”

"Oh?"

"Those who practice Taoism need to 'do nothing'. In the great powers of the East, in order to reach a higher level of magic, they will stay away from secular politics and military affairs. And if you don't follow these practices at all, you're not a Taoist. All you want is authority and victory. ”

"So what?"

"You're actually a Confucian sorcerer, right? You never showed it, but that's your core magic. Relying on the magic of learning, morality and ambition. The flying sword is just a disguise, it's just a pure soul connection weapon. ”

Clad nodded: "If you bring these situations to the court mages of the Empire, it should bring a lot of advantages." Is that buddy of yours still around?"

"No, I never told them. Danika continued to stall, "You have to be true to your beliefs and your magic. You can't let me go, because it will cause you to lose your strength. In the system of Confucianism, all this is progressive. If you can't even handle your family's affairs, you won't be able to govern the country and save the world. ”

Clad nodded, "Not bad, Danica." Have you read that 'great learning'? The Royal Library is doing a good job. ”

"The character of the object is then known, the knowledge is sincere and then the intention is sincere, the heart is righteous and then the heart is right, the heart is right and then the body is cultivated, the body is cultivated and then the family is together, the family is together and then the country is governed, and the country is governed and then the world is peaceful. You've probably gotten to the point where you can rule the country or level the world, Clad. In order to maintain this level, you have already helped me arrange a place in your script. ”

"It's not a script. You've come too far, Danica. Look at the blood on your hands. ”

"I'd rather have blood on my hands than for you or anyone else to have my blood on your hands. Danika sneered and continued, "You feel that I should settle for my destiny and become a footnote in your illustrious career. 'Clad López executed his renegade daughter' will be a beautiful talk, admirable and terrifying. In another hundred years, people will wonder if Clad López really had a wife and daughter, and this will become the material of all kinds of wild histories. As a 'historical material', I should not have any opinion, at most I should leave a tomb for future archaeologists to excavate. ”

One more talk, Danica, one more talk. She said to herself in her heart to be a little more eloquent. Strength is building up on both hands, little finger, ring finger, middle finger. Discreet precision operation.

"But I don't want to die for your cause, Marshal. Even if my strength is only one-tenth of yours, I will resist to the end. I'm not 'the daughter of some López'! even if I die here, the empire will win. They would have left a record of the death of Danika Viren von Figota, a would-be marquis who had voluntarily sacrificed his life for the ultimate victory. ”

Clad became serious. He summoned all the points of light, and the light on the flying sword grew brighter and brighter.

"You're stalling for time. You brought me here on purpose. Stall, cover your partner. You're constantly changing your outfits to confuse me into thinking that there are only two of you—" Clad stared into her eyes, "or is it more than two? Is that enough to make you give up your life and hope?"

"Why don't you use your real magic? Kill me with the great Dongyi magic that you relied on to become 'Lored'. Knowing things, sincerity and righteousness, self-cultivation and family, governing the country and leveling the world. Let me see. ”

That's right, Danica, that's all. Let him indulge in oriental intrigue reasoning. Make him suspicious. Let him keep enough to keep his hands on. Left thumb, right thumb, left index finger.

"You'll confess, Danika. I remember when you were a kid and you weren't very good at lying. Clad burst into laughter, "There's no such thing as a conspiracy, can it? even if your partner is Sid Nasser, he can't do anything." ”

The marshal's right hand was raised, and the "broken dream" shone dazzlingly. The blue light twisted into a spiral and aimed at Danika's eyes.

"Come on. Even if it's a predestined fate, I'm going to reverse it for you! Even if it's a script you wrote, I'll improvise to change the ending!"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the brightest part of the light.

There are no more languages. Only action.

"Broken dreams" turned into thousands of intertwined silk threads and flew in front of her eyes. It's as dense as the silk of the East, as sharp as the spear of a dragon.

"PureEnergyFlame!"

Danika read the path of the Crad's flying sword. She's been doing it, and all her energy is spent on reading.

There was no conspiracy, no plan.

Without defeating her father, she has no freedom. She was so determined, so she didn't need any planning at all.

That's it. What she was waiting for was the moment when the "broken dream" appeared.

She's not just Clad's daughter. She was also an apprentice to the alchemist Resa Helmont. She'd seen another flying sword, and she knew how to smash it.

It wasn't Clad López's real magical power, just the magic weapon he controlled. She probably knew less than a tenth of the magic of Clad, but she was confident that she could shatter the artifact.

The girl raised her right hand. The first Pure Energy Flame is the little finger of the right hand, then the ring finger, middle finger, thumb, and index finger!

A smile spread across Clad's face. His smile seemed to say, "Do you think you can stop my flying sword with five pure energy flames"?

It really can't be stopped. The flying sword was only a little slow, but it was still flying firmly towards Danica's face. The swift splinters had grazed her hair and passed slightly.

"It's not over yet. ”

She said to herself from the bottom of her heart. Raise your left hand, your little finger of your left hand, then your ring finger, middle finger, thumb, index finger!

The blue glow faded. The spiral is also gone.

What was left behind was the small blue sword itself, which began to crack in its body.

The smile on Clad's face narrowed slightly, but the corners of his mouth were still raised mockingly. Denika interprets it as "Can you still use your feet to cast magic"?

Not really. But now is the climax, she thought.

She uses the least efficient magic ever created, the Pure Energy Flame. While most magic is the science of levers and fulcrums to pry reality around, Pure Energy Flame is a stupid effort to challenge the basic laws.

But ever since Lennie's night, Danika knew she was a true genius when it came to mana capacity. She didn't know what kind of offensive would work against Toyi magic, but she knew that Pure Energy Flame would definitely work.

Ten fingers flexed slightly, and the silver light lit up again!

All of her magic was gathered in her hands, converging into a spear that concentrated all her anger and will—in fact, not every finger had a pure energy flame.

Instead, there was a Pure Energy Flame gathered on each knuckle!

That's why she needs so much time. Denica's two hands combined, there are twenty-eight pure energy flames!

She smiled like a self-representer, "Who made you evaluate the possibilities of so many schemes and leave so much magic?"

Then stretch both hands forward at the same time. Ten silver rays of light shot out side by side, slamming into the blue light.

The blue light stopped and vanished, leaving only the sword still flying. She heard Clad cough.

It's already close.

Danika clenched her fists with both hands and pressed them together in the middle, covering her face with both hands. One by one, her thumbs clasped the remaining fingers, popping out the last few shots.

The little finger of the left and right hand. The ring finger of the left and right hands. The middle finger of the left and right hands. The index finger of the left hand.

"Broken dreams" were shattered in response.

The beautiful streamer turned into a dark blue meteor, and then turned into dozens of pieces of dull fragments.

She lowered her head slightly, bearing the rain and wind pressure of the debris in front of her.

Fragments of "Broken Dreams" grazed her face, pierced the backs of her hands, cut through her skin, and pierced her shoulders. Dozens of cuts had been cut through his clothes by the sword, and blood was pouring out from behind each tear.

But Danika didn't care. She braved the shards of her sword and rushed forward: she knew that the Clad on the opposite side would be more seriously and completely wounded.

All soul-connected magic, whether it is summoning magic or creating magic, carries great risks. For example, yesterday the silver dragon Mara must have inflicted severe injuries on her master while destroying the avatar demon, and the same is true of Klad's flying sword.

Of course, even if she was seriously injured, Clad could have tried his best to kill her. As long as he shows real strength, it's not difficult.

But Danika bets that won't happen. Clad believed that her partner was Sid Nasser, so the moment the flying sword shattered, he activated the spell of emergency escape and disappeared into the void.

"Cao Cao's arbitrary door. ”

Hearing this incantation, Danika stretched out her right hand and popped out the last shot, the pure flame on the third section of her index finger.

Clad's marshal's hat was blown away by the silver flame, and it fluttered in the sky, and he disappeared without a trace. Danica took a few steps forward, jumped up and grabbed the hat of the Marshal of the Free Army.

She wiped the blood from her face with the hat.

The path to the waypoint has been cleared, and no one can stop her movements.

Danika bandages her wounds, calls back Magia, and impersonates a wounded Free Army officer to the waypoint.

Waiting for them there was Namen Soleton.

He looked a little surprised to see Danika and the others arrive before Clad, and led them into the makeshift command room under the bell tower: "Hurry up and go." Let me deal with it later. ”

"What's the starter?"

Naimon whispered the words. Danica smiled and slipped the blood-stained marshal's hat into his hand.

"Actually, he won't chase him for a while. Let's be a souvenir. ”

The captain lowered his head and saw what he was holding in his hand, his eyes widened.

Naimon dropped the marshal's hat on the table and ran out the door, only to find Danika standing on the platform of the teleportation point with Markia, and the four guards lying in front of the anchor point, apparently unconscious.

She squeezed her backhand neatly and activated the teleportation and positioning circle.

"May the flag of freedom fly for a long time!"

The girl who burned the flag of freedom with her own hands read this sentence.

The anchor is confirmed.

The journey from Jerdah to Lenni was shortened to an instant.

Naimon felt a little lost for a moment.

"To chase, or not to chase......"

- At least, it would be less annoying than staying in Jena, right?" he thought of Princess Olya. Think of that marshal's hat. How to explain it?

He gritted his teeth and chased after him.

At the other end of the waypoint is the long-lost Free City of Lenny.

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