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Anglo-Prussian Holy War Chapter 15: The Indestructible Soul

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    "Aha!"

    After Arturia once again chopped down a soldier with one sword, the British Army finally achieved its most preliminary victory.  The French army's onslaught was suppressed by the British Army and was prevented from advancing. The front line where the fighting was the most fierce was already covered with corpses on the grass. Soldiers from both sides crowded together and hacked each other without distinction.

    The British Legion shouted honor and revenge, and refused to take a step back until death.

    The flag bearer holding the flag of the army kept waving the flag vigorously and reminded the soldiers of Great Britain in the loudest voice.  The flag is still here, and our glory has not yet fallen. The sacred flag that has been trampled under our feet today allows us to pay tribute to it with our lives and blood. No matter whether the dead are English or French, they are destined to die today.  Rivers of blood flowed.

    Roar!  Roar!  Roar!

    The British Legion became more and more crazy under the stimulation of glory and blood. The inner pride that was once abandoned finally reawakened in Artoria's stimulation and today's bloody battle.  Hold the sword in your hand and kill the enemy. The momentum of thousands of British troops is so fierce that even if they die together with you today, they will definitely drag you into hell together.

    ¡°The British Empire!!¡±

    The soldiers on the front line roared in unison. They were covered in blood and fought on the battlefield like hell dogs biting whoever they saw.

    "My motherland! My mother! I swear to protect it with my life!!"

    kill!  The soldiers with red eyes lost their minds and became killing machines that only knew how to kill the enemy.  The demons, who were not afraid of pain and only wanted to wash away the shame of that day, gradually began to weaken the morale of the French army, and it was gradually difficult to maintain the front line under the aggressive momentum of the British Army.  Also, when Arturia and the others were behind the enemy's position, strong winds erupted from time to time, sweeping dozens of people into the sky, and they fell heavily to the grass and died miserably.  The morale of the French army plummeted rapidly.

    "Artoris!!" Lancelot suddenly shouted.

    Arturia stepped back from her shopping spree and looked back, only to see a vaguely passable road appear in the crowded crowd.  At the end of the road was the French commander who was directing the French soldiers to launch attacks.  It was a man with a very sarcastic face. Even the calmest person would be able to punch him on the bridge of the nose the moment they saw him.

    With a slight stroke of a long sword in the air, Bedivere took away the lives of three soldiers.  These soldiers originally planned to sneak attack behind Artoria, but they never thought that the eyes of the God of Death were already on them the moment they had this thought that they shouldn't have.

    "None of you, don't even think about getting close to this gentleman's back" Bedivere gently wiped the blood on his face and said calmly with extremely cold eyes.

    The situation on the entire battlefield is gradually tilting towards the victory of Great Britain.  Arturia nodded slightly to Bedivere, the road had been opened, so it was time to end this battle quickly.  Arturia casually chopped down a French soldier, kicked off the soldier's body and jumped into the air. Then, using the heads of the countless soldiers under her, she trampled them towards the enemy's main body.  The formation launches a surprise attack.

    At this time, Bedivere and Lancelot tried their best to hold back the soldiers around them so that they could not easily return to support their formation.

    "Attack! Attack! What are you doing, you idiots! Get rid of those English people quickly, otherwise they will hold me accountable for my dereliction of duty as soon as the army arrives!!" The French commander kept shouting at the formation.  Letting out meaningless roars.  According to the iron rules of the Three Lions and Leopards, any pioneer exploration team must ensure smooth access to the army and must not use any excuse to shirk military responsibilities.  If you encounter an obstacle that cannot be solved by your own abilities, you should immediately report it to the main army formation, and quickly transform into a defensive formation to hold your position until reinforcements arrive.

    Originally, this commander should have immediately reported to the headquarters barracks the moment he encountered the British Legion, but this commander believed that this was a once-in-a-lifetime construction opportunity.  In addition, when the commander saw that the flag of the opposing soldier turned out to be the flag of the British regular army, or the flag of a certain regiment that was almost completely destroyed in the Battle of Brunges, he was itching and refused to let it go easily.

    Think about it, it was originally just a boring security patrol, but now there is a great opportunity for you to be promoted to an official position, and it is the kind of opportunity that is worth the high return on investment. Who wouldn't be tempted?

    So at the right time and under the right conditions, the French commander who made the right choice but picked the wrong opponent buried his army and his own life into the hell of death for the sake of his own future.

    The remaining soldiers in this formation are simply unable to withstand a man who is determined to kill.Arturia, they rushed forward blindly and helplessly, but were blown up into the sky by the violent wind.  Artoria, who kept wielding the butcher knife, showed neither mercy nor hesitation. On the bloody battlefield, the weakness in the girl's heart was replaced by iron blood and a strong will.  Ignoring fear and confusion, Artoria raised the butcher's knife with all her heart to protect something important. At this moment, she was no longer the same person she was in the mysterious forest

    In the splattered blood mist, she was covered in blood as if she were Shura.  The surrounding enemies kept retreating out of fear, and no one was willing to step forward and die.  However, Artoria continued to wave the sword without any hesitation as she had just done.  There is no mercy or charity, only the falling enemies and the spilled blood.

    "Artoris" Bedivere, who was always watching Artoria's back from a distance, showed a very worried expression when he saw this scene.  Although the battlefield is the most vicious thing that twists people's hearts, no matter how great a hero they were in life, they can only transform into demons as long as they enter Shura's purgatory battlefield.  You have to be more cruel than others, and you have to be more cruel than others to survive

    However, that was definitely not what Bedivere wanted to see.  It is definitely not the case that Bedivere wants to see her turn into such a beast-like existence

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Thick bloods¨Opi¨O¨O¨Opi¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O¨O Thick blood slid down the blade, and no one within a radius of ten meters could stand in front of her.

    She stood on the battlefield holding a sword, her eyes fixed on the only person who could stand, the enemy commander.

    "Butbutthat's abominable!!" The mentally broken commander pulled out his sword, roared and lunged towards Artoria with his sword raised.

    Due to a mental breakdown caused by excessive fear, the commander's sword-swinging movements were almost full of loopholes and made him vulnerable to attack.  There was no need to retreat or wave the sword to meet him. He just stretched out his leg and stumbled slightly to make the clown-like guy fall to pieces.  Perhaps due to excessive panic, the commander who fell to the ground lost the courage to get up again, and lay tremblingly on the grass begging for surrender.

    With a click, the sharp sword pressed against the commander's neck. The commander could clearly feel the chill coming from his neck.  Wouldn't it be a bit frightening? Even the most basic breathing has stopped.

    "The evil party invaded my country and attempted to massacre and plunder my compatriots. Have you already had the consciousness to die"

    The sound as cold as a spring was enough to freeze the soul. It was as if the commander saw the devil from hell smiling at him and closed his eyes in resignation.

    ¡°¡­¡±

    Seeing that the enemy general was so vulnerable, Arturia remained silent and silently raised the long sword in her hand into the air before falling heavily!

    The whirlwind caused by the rapid falling of the sword made the commander's heart freeze. It also made Bedivere, who had been paying attention to this place, stop breathing in an instant.  He knew clearly that the moment the sword penetrated the enemy general's throat, the man he had longed for and followed to the death would surely lose something very important.  Perhaps it was her own heart, perhaps her pride and pity, or maybe her once flawless and white soul was polluted into foul-smelling black mud.

    "It's a pity that it's useless to say anything now because the sword has fallen, and blood flowers suddenly appear and scatter on the green grass.

    A gust of breeze blew by The skirts and armor swaying with the wind and the golden hair shone beautifully in the sunlight

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The long sword grazed the commander's neck and plunged straight into the grass. Although the sharp blade scratched the surface of the commander's neck, it did not hurt the inside.  So after waiting for death in silence for a minute and two seconds, the French commander opened his eyes in confusion and looked around.  The two legions on the grassland are still strangled each other. The deafening shouts of death from the British side almost shook the sky. I, who was supposed to be dead, are actually still alive at this moment

    Not only that, the surrounding soldiers who had just given up the attack but were still attacked by Artoria all climbed up from the ground tremblingly. Each of them had a frightened expression on their face, and they were still surprised.  The fact of being alive also gave rise to a deep fear and gratitude for the figure standing in front of me.

    "Whywhy?" the commander asked Artoria in a trembling tone. He didn't know why the soldiers around him were not dead yet, and why he, who had been slaughtered by her, had not been killed yet.

    ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    After a long silence, Arturia finally said.

    "My wish is to save my country, and for that I don't care even if I turn into a devil. But let me express my gratitude to those who have lost their will to fight."?I can't swing the blade.  It's the same even if these people are enemies.  Raising a butcher's knife against you who have lost your fighting power is just a pure massacre, without any sense of benevolence or honor. What is left is just the name of a simple thug and actions that are indistinguishable from you guys"

    With a click, Artoria put the sword back into its scabbard.

    Then she said to the commander who had climbed up from the ground: "Surrender and swear never to set foot on this land again. I don't need to keep you as my prisoner of war."

    The oath is a serious and holy topic.  For thousands of years, no one on this continent has ever made an oath easily with their own lips, even the emperors of the Roman Empire (old) who once occupied the entire continent.  Because they in this land believe that once you swear a declaration, God's eyes will be watching your every move.  Those who violate benevolence and righteousness will go to hell, those who violate righteousness will go to hell, those who violate faith will go to hell, and those who violate conscience will go to hell. In front of God, you cannot shirk that it is a last resort, and in front of God, you cannot hide it with any reason.  The wrong things I have done in the past.

    The commander lowered his head and remained silent. It was obvious that he didn't want to lose his life, but he didn't want to swear either.  In this era, everyone has great longing and fear for the illusory God or Jesus.  The commander is not sure whether taking this oath today will cause his descendants to suffer God's curse at some time in the future.

    Unfortunately, the situation at this moment did not allow the commander to make a choice. He could only raise his right hand tremblingly to face the sky, and clenched his left fist across his chest to take an oath in a solemn gesture.

    ¡°I, Bertolus, swear by the merciful and forgiving Lord¡­¡±

    The commander swore an oath, facing the boundless infinite sky and uttered an oath in a low voice.  He could not use the loud voice when he swore allegiance to the monarch. In the midst of defeat and humiliation, praying for survival, he could not launch a brave charge like the knight who led the team when Char cleared a small army.  When the knight faced failure and death, he chose to be loyal to his motherland for glory.  Even though he knew that nothing would change if he rushed over, he chose to die with honor in the face of his own glory and persistence.

    After swearing the oath, the commander collapsed as if exhausted. The soldiers around him looked pitiful, but then they were extremely grateful that he and others could survive.

    Arturia secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, she finally did not let herself fall into evil ways and turn into an evil ghost on a battlefield full of bloody killings.  Although doing so may lay hidden dangers for the future, if even this most basic thing cannot be done, even if Great Britain can win the final victory, it will just be evil dogs who share the same evil ways and kill each other  ¡­¡­¡­

    "Artoris"

    Bedivere¡¯s voice sounded quietly behind him.  Arturia turned around and saw that Bedivere was looking at her with an expression of joy and tenderness that she had never seen before.  That look was like looking at a rare work of art, without any desire, only a look of protection and appreciation.

    "What's the matter, Bedivere?" Arturia was a little tired, but she still asked.

    Bedivere chuckled and shook his head.  He felt that perhaps the greatest joy today was not winning this battle.  But he saw it, saw a charming soul that would remain pure and shining brightly no matter what kind of darkness it was swallowed up
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