In the basement of 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock also heard the announcement.

As McCroft's own brother, he certainly heard who the voice belonged to.

Watson walked over with a bowl of instant noodles and said, "This voice sounds familiar." ”

"It's Mycrof." Sherlock said.

Watson opened his eyes slightly, "Isn't he not in the imperial capital?" ”

"Who knows, he's always unexpected." Sherlock muttered softly.

"But why did he do that?" Watson was puzzled and said, "Wouldn't provoking them make them even more crazy?" ”

"Why aren't they even crazier?" Sherlock muttered.

"What?" Watson didn't seem to react yet.

"According to our intelligence, the enemy has far more power than we do, and theoretically, if we just rely on our current strength, not counting nuclear weapons, they are enough to crush us.

But why, to send such a group of small soldiers of about our strength to serve as cannon fodder?

Can't they get in?

Steam was invaded by this dragon only a few years ago, and apparently not because of this.

Well, there is only one possibility left, and that is that they are waiting"

"What are you waiting for?" Watson said with a frown.

"Wait for someone or something on our side to sit still and be the first to strike." Sherlock's eyes glistened, "In some games, the person who makes the last move will have a higher chance of winning. ”

After a pause, he muttered in a low voice, "This also shows that there should be people or things on our side that they are afraid of, or that are enough to fight them." ”

Watson remembered the presence that had appeared when the demons invaded.

"So Mycroft wants to provoke them into an early move?"

"The big guys are playing chess behind their backs, but it's us low-level cannon fodder who are dying." Sherlock scoffed, "It's better to let them play a dozen on the board and decide the winner sooner." ”

"It's risky, but maybe it's the best way to reduce casualties, right, although it will also kill a lot of people."

Watson fell silent as he looked at the surveillance screen in front of him.

The screen was clear, he saw many corpses being eaten by monsters, billowing smoke rising into the sky above the imperial capital, and the light of fire reflected in the dark night sky.

This centuries-old city is becoming a purgatory.

The West Farland Empire, together with the Western Empire, attacked Britannia without destroying it.

The German Empire's millions of troops tried to occupy West France and attack Britannia, but they did not destroy it.

And now, it has been destroyed like this by such a group of monsters.

Before the enemy appeared in the imperial capital, the imperial capital was evacuating some people.

After this period of evacuation, many people have entered the civil air defense facilities.

Most of the people who are still in the imperial capital today are some soldiers and the military.

"Weakness is like that." Sherlock said slowly, "Reality is always cruel, all we can do is to do our best to strengthen ourselves. ”

He stared at everything on the screen and whispered, "It's a pity that this happened too soon, give us another fifty years, and we may be able to have a say in this battle." ”

After a pause, he slowly raised his head and whispered softly.

"Now, we can only rely on the back of this world, and we don't want these dragons to rule the world or something else."

"Are there any of these things?" Watson said worriedly.

He looked at the imperial capital in the surveillance screen in front of him, "This is still some cannon fodder, and the imperial capital will be destroyed like this."

"You can only gamble." "There is no other choice. ”

There was a faint glimmer in his eyes, "And I think they must exist, there is no second possibility." ”

Arthur walked slowly down the streets of Rainbow Theatre Street.

The monsters here have been largely wiped out by the Celtic Knights.

The ground was covered with the corpses of those monsters.

Either he was killed by a saber or he died directly in the charge of the Celtic Knights.

If these wurms were in the era of cold weapons, they might have been more ferocious than the elephant soldiers' charge, but they were slaughtered by a human cavalry, which may not be believed by anyone in any world.

But that's the reality.

Arthur slowly raised his head and looked at a horn on the street, and he also heard Mycroft's speech just now.

"It seems that there are indeed some reliable descendants in this era."

Wolf rode his horse to Arthur's side.

He stepped off his horse, and the cavalry behind him dismounted.

As Wolf moved, they knelt together in front of Arthur, clenching their right hands into fists against their hearts.

"Meet my emperor!"

"Get up." Arthur said, "I am no longer the emperor of this country." ”

"But you will always be our emperor." Wolf said.

Arthur's eyes glistened with a glimmer, and after a moment, he smiled.

"I'm glad to see you again."

Wolf slowly raised his head, his eyes glinting with a faint glint.

"I didn't expect to see you again."

Arthur spoke slowly.

"During these long years, I often think of the images of fighting with you.

Although it was a difficult time, we all shared the same faith.

Every step we take is a practice of our beliefs. ”

He whispered with a deep gaze.

"Sometimes, it's not a good thing to live long."

"That's what people are." "When you get something, you lose something," Wolf said, "and many of our brothers feel that life is too short." ”

"You're right, I'm greedy." Arthur nodded.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something, and slowly raised his head to look at the sky in the distance.

Above the dark sky, a huge hole was slowly torn open, and behind that opening, there were several roars of some kind of giant beast.

A huge coercion came from that mouth, and the entire city, whether it was ordinary people or soldiers, felt enveloped by a primal fear at this moment.

People slowly raised their heads to look at the opening.

A huge claw reached out of the gap, and grabbed both sides of the gap, slowly tearing the hole open.

A hideous-looking dragon was the first to emerge from that opening, its size was huge, more than ten meters high, and its body length should be tens of meters if it was added to the tail.

His body was covered with hard scales, which glowed with a scorching glow in the light of the fire.

Although it is a little smaller than the dragon that appeared in the Steam Capital before.

But there was no doubt that it was a real dragon, not a wurm.

True combat power in the Dragon Realm.

But that's not all the dragon that came out of that opening. ‘

One, two, three, four, five.

Every time a dragon appeared, the air in the whole city was a little dull.

Although compared to the size of the entire city, these monsters with tails are only about 30 meters old.

But there was a feeling that the whole sky seemed to fall down.

The soldiers had never seen a real dragon, but after feeling the pressure, all of them tightened their grips on their weapons.

Wolf slowly turned his head and looked at the soldier behind him.

"Fellow comrades! In this land, we have gained most of the glory, and have been praised and admired by all generations, enough to be called "heroes".

That's why we're here on this land.

But we seem to be missing a glory that many of the ancient heroes of epic poetry possess.

That's it."

He slowly raised his head and looked at the dragons, and slowly grinned the corners of his mouth, his eyes glowing with excitement.

"Slay the dragon."

The Celtic cavalry slowly raised their heads and looked at the dragons floating in the air, their eyes showing no fear, only a faint glimmer.

It's a thirst for glory, a thirst for battle.

(End of chapter)