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August 7, 1666 (mday+128)
On the banks of the King's River? Jena
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When Captain Neiman Solayton woke up from his coma, the alarm outside the window was ringing non-stop.
??Screaming alarms and musical alarms of different tones sounded at the same time, converging into a noisy noise, with no less than ten sound sources.
Naimen still remembers that he stayed up late and worked overtime last night just to reorganize the structure of the alarm network. Before the double battle of Jena-Blenheim broke out, the early warning network surrounding Jena originally had a total of 160 warning points; but last night he tried his best to piece together the manpower to maintain 24 warning points. .
"Wait a minute, how many alarms are ringing now?"
The back of my head still hurts and my vision is dark. Underneath his body was the familiar touch of a military bed. He must be in a military camp somewhere. The residual effects of some kind of magic lingered in his nervous system, plaguing his ability to think. After taking three times longer than usual, he finally figured it out: half of the alarm points in the entire camp were now screaming.
"What happened? What time is it now? Did Denika and the others escape from prison?"
I struggled to ask the question, but things in my mind were still extremely confusing. Naimen vaguely remembered that he had brought a military uniform a women's prisoner of war camp an action plan
"It's a quarter to eleven."
The answering voice came from a very close place, it was a strange and reserved female voice.
"Eleven o'clock," he remembered, "at the Jena anchor point."
Naimen opened his eyes and smelled a strange aroma. A slender hand was waving in front of his eyes.
"Thank you, I can see it."
Naimen struggled to hold the chair next to him with his hands and sat up. He was originally wearing a purple ornate military uniform, but he put the uniform aside.
Seeing him raise his head, his hand suddenly retracted as if it had been burned, with no intention of making further contact with him. The owner of that hand has a pair of melancholy eyes, long black hair, and a brand new blue Free Army uniform without military rank. Seeing that he woke up, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gently.
She looked familiar, but due to the side effects of magic, Naimen couldn't remember who she was.
"Thank you. Well, you are you are who are you?"
The black-haired girl's eyes became panicked, and her pair of black opal-like eyes stared at him. Her tightly knit legs changed several different positions at an extremely fast speed, as if she didn't know where to put them.
Nai Men was a little flustered. He noticed the other person's necklace, which was strung together by stars representing the gods: "Sorry, are you from the medical team? I must know you, but magic made me unable to remember for a moment"
The black-haired girl lowered her head suddenly, wiped her face with her handcuffed hands, and readjusted her sitting posture. Her impeccably upright sitting posture is evidence of her excellent upbringing.
When he saw this sitting posture, Naimen already remembered who the woman in front of him was.
"It's not from the medical team. It's not from the guards. It's the first princess of the Holy Coleman Empire, Olia Hugh Coleman."
Olya cleared her throat and answered the question word for word, with forced pride and unconcealable dissatisfaction in her tone.
"You feel very different after changing into the military uniform. That, very, very beautiful."
The captain defended himself clumsily, telling the reasons that came to his mind one by one. Even though he knew it would be better not to say anything, he still said it one by one.
There was no expression on Olya's face. Her Royal Highness, the number one princess in the world, bit her lower lip tightly and did not say a word.
"I'm not very good at distinguishing other people's faces either. Your temperament is too impressive."
There is no special magic that can cure an idiot. Naimen knew that such insincere compliments were ineffective, but he really didn't know how to deal with this situation.
"I didn't expect you didn't go with them. Since you have a third person"
The more you draw, the darker it gets. Olya sat stiffly, with her hands folded in front of her. Naimen noticed that her fingernails had dug into his flesh.
He just wanted to beat himself up: Even if she changed into the uniform of the Free Army, he shouldn't be able to recognize her! He didn't need to ask where the uniform came from; since there was a third person, it wasn't surprising that they were prepared.
※＃Then why didn＊t you leave?§
You shouldn＊t ask. Shouldn't ask. Shouldn't askof. But the tongue is not under control. He had a hunch that he was pulling the lead of the trap. A magic trap large enough to wipe out his body.
"Then why are you here?" the princess asked quietly.
Naimen was stunned. Not because of this problem, but because he was shocked to see two lines of tears shed in Olya's dark eyes.
"I know you didn't come here for me. I also know you don't even remember what I look like. But I will still stay for you. Because -"
Listening to these words, no matter how slow he is, he knows that something is wrong now. All the clues are intertwined, and the answer is obvious.
Naimen tried his best to dissuade him. Even though he knew that it would definitely not be effective, he could only utter a boring dialogue: "There shouldn't be such an exaggerated development. Don't cry. Don't cry, Your Highness."
"-Even so, I will say,"
Olya took a deep breath and said those words:
"I like you."
????????? Is that still Nemen? It was the first time in Solayton＊s life that he heard this sentence. An extremely powerful central breakthrough.
This kind of unbearable embarrassment. This vulgar development. This worst case scenario. How to deal with it?
he does not know.
So, he ran away.
He left the crying girl behind and ran away.
Naimen stood up suddenly, knocked open the door, gasped, and ran away.
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Naimen never expected that the princess of the empire would say this so straightforwardly. This was not in his estimate.
The missing clues were quickly put together in my mind. It was he who captured the princess. It was him who stayed with her when she was most alone and helpless. It was he who took away her first kiss - even though it was unintentional. There should and indeed is no suitable partner around her. He knows it all, knows it all.
But he never thought that the princess of the empire would really fall in love with him.
"This is impossible. You are Gustav's sister, and I, and I am"
Naimen Solayton is just a small person. After the war is over, his life plan is to receive the remuneration he deserves, retire, and open a small magic shop in Lenny - and this kind of life is obviously not suitable for the princess of the empire. What's more, the heroes of the Free Army are the enemies of the Empire. The imperial princess is aloof and is the hostage with the highest exchange value in the hands of the Free Army. If Olia was abducted by a free soldier, Krad would definitely kill someone This would indeed violate the prisoner of war agreement and military law between the two parties.
In fact, he doesn't hate her.
But there can never be any outcome between him and her. No one would allow this outcome.
He would rather not know about it. This was the most embarrassing scene he had ever faced.
"This isn't right. This isn't right. It shouldn't be like this."
He stumbled out the door.
The lieutenant at the door was performing all the actions required for an "alert state": a strict military posture, a row of loaded muskets, a siren at hand, a row of stun potions and smoke bombs.
But this orderly state was shattered when Naimen appeared.
When he saw the captain wearing a shirt and shorts running out with a purple military uniform under his arms, the lieutenant's face was so wonderful: "Why are you〞〞"
"It wasn't me just now, it was them who escaped from prison!" Naimen threw Dinika's general uniform on the table, "They changed their clothes!"
The lieutenant＊s legs softened and he collapsed on the chair: ※Are you kidding＃§
"It was planned by the Marquise von Fegota and one of her accomplices. I need a military uniform to report this matter to the headquarters." Neimen added, "This is all my responsibility, I was too careless. "
"Even if you report like this, I'm done." The lieutenant finally recovered and found a spare set of military uniforms, "But, you mean, Her Royal Highness is still there?"
Naimen nodded. The lieutenant sighed "God bless you" and hurried in.
"I wonder how Olya would describe these things"
Naimen shook his head. This thought only ran through his mind for a moment before he deliberately ignored it. He put on his military uniform again and set out.
Not towards the General Staff Headquarters, but towards the direction of the teleportation point.
The estimated time is eleven o'clock.
Everyone knows the importance of teleportation magic. It can transport important people, transport key items, launch assaults, and launch retreats. It is one of the core issues of magic strategy. The earliest teleportation magic was purely a gamble on life. People took risks.The risk of turning into a stone statue, traveling to another world, or losing half of your body is when you use teleportation.
At the other end of the space channel is unfathomable darkness. Euclid said that there must be an anchor point, and the world will be bright from now on.
In the era of the Elven Empire, magicians used the geometry and drawing methods of the great arcanist Euclid to build a huge transmission system. However, this transmission system and the Elven Avenue connecting the empire were lost in the Dark Ages. The new short-distance transmission technology appeared with Descartes' analytic geometry in 1637, but due to the high risk, it could not be fully put into practical use. Only crazy new-school wizards like Sid Naser would use this spell.
Today＊s positioning point technology exists entirely for war. As the battle lines changed and bases moved, senior mages from the Empire and the Free Army continued to build and dismantle teleportation points at key locations. The coordinates of Lenny and Delan's positioning points kept shifting, and important places like Jena that changed hands several times were played badly by the magic teams of both sides.
Naimen recalled the current location of the anchor point. The location point is 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 Conte Fox, today's activation language must have been changed. At this time, the testers should have finished testing the effectiveness of the teleportation, throwing chickens, pigs, etc. back and forth.
He could already see the iron frame that was higher than the ground. In order to prevent teleportation accidents, the Jena anchor point was not set underground like Lenny, but was set up on a high platform supported by an iron frame in the corner of the large square in front of the clock tower. Even if a transmission error occurs, as long as the area around the destination is vacated as much as possible, safety should be guaranteed. Only central teleporters like Lenny are set up in underground bunkers to ensure they can be easily destroyed if necessary. The security nearby was not as tight as expected, and the soldiers on the periphery were patrolling in pairs.
"Stop! Soldier over there, command!"
Naimen slowly raised his hands: "The password is 'Green Brandi'. Although I don't have a military rank, I am -"
Seeing his face, the two guards were stunned for a moment, and then they saluted with a military salute: "Captain Soleton! Your Majesty the Marshal asked you to report to him as soon as you arrive here! He is in the bell tower."
"Your Excellency, Marshal?" Naimen asked subconsciously.
The guard on the left said casually: "You came earlier than Your Excellency ordered. He said you would arrive after eleven o'clock."
Naimen did not ask any further questions, scratched his head with a wry smile, and walked into the bell tower.
It was not Fox who was waiting for him there, but Krader.
There is only one person, Cradd.
The newly appointed marshal stood in the shadows, studying the defense map near Jena. Thumbtacks of different colors were inserted into the defense map, marking the location of the echoing alarms. These alarm positions were arranged by Naimen himself, and he discovered the secret at a glance: as long as they were close to large-scale prisoner of war camps, they were all unplugged one by one.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
Naimen took off his military cap: "Everyone has things they don't want to do. I'm still here, Your Excellency. Please punish me."
Clad did not raise his head, but just pressed a new pin on the map: "But she is not with you. It was her independent action, right?"
How much does he know? Naimen speculated on Krad's reasoning and replied: "Yes. It was an armed escape. She had her own plan."
Krad stopped moving. His deduction was accurate and quick, and his finger stopped at the location of the bell tower.
"But the fact that you came here proves that she knew there was a location here. Did you bring the information, or did you tell her directly?"
"The information was taken away." Naimen replied, he did not want to reveal too much information.
"I think so. Judging from the map, their intention is to wait for an opportunity to incite the prisoners of war to revolt." Krader looked at the map, drew a few circles on the map, and marked several prisoner of war camps. "It's not that easy. She The adjutant, 'Misthawk', and all important officers and officers are under the control of our superior forces."
Naimen did some mental calculation: "If we only retain the minimum strength, we can indeed ensure that each prisoner of war camp has superior strength. Then their uprising will be equivalent to suicide."
"So, her intention is not to make a prisoner-of-war camp." Krader finally raised his head, "First lure my main force away, and then use this teleportation point to leave. Is this your plan, Captain Solayton?"
Naimen held his breath. The middle-aged marshal's gaze can penetrate almost everything.
Above their heads, the bell slowly rang. One blast, two blasts, until eleven blasts.
"Plan. Whose plan is it?" Naimen replied slowlyAnswer, "You gave me the order. You wanted them here. This is your plan, Your Excellency, Marshal. I don't understand."
He really didn't understand. Why is Krader so obsessed with dealing with his daughter?
"Because you don't understand, faith is power." Cradd replied thoughtfully, "As long as I am here, it is impossible for her and Olia to cross Lenny's teleportation point."
The corner of Naimen's mouth twitched: "Yes. But you are so sure, is this also her plan?"
"Unless the two of them want to fight with me in the open field." Krader flicked his right wrist and stuck a small light blue sword on the map, "It's half past eleven. If they haven't appeared by then, I'll go."
Naimen stared at the weapon, the small oriental sword that exuded light blue light. He knew it was true: few could compete with Shattered Dreams in the wild. This magical weapon is connected to the soul: it is part of Kradd's soul, and Kradd can see everything it tracks. In hilly terrain, this will be a formidable opponent.
"I know something that you don't know yet. We all know that Danica has an accomplice. Now you know that the accomplice is not me."
He held his head high, took two bold steps forward, and walked to the map. Naimen's finger crossed the map and drew two arrows heading south and west.
"Actually, the accomplice is not Her Royal Highness Princess Olia. She is still in the prisoner of war camp." Because Olia just confessed to me, Naimen added in his heart, "That is at least a mage of above average level. We should I have a doubt〞〞"
The two people's eyes looked directly at each other. Clad Lopez straightened up, took back his weapon, and put on his military cap.
Naimen didn't flinch: "You know who might be in there. Some people who need your help personally."
"Yes, I know. For example, Nasser or Rasta." Krader walked out the door. "Fortunately, they don't have many choices. In the Eastern proverb, this is called being clever but being misled by cleverness."
Naimen lowered his head and looked at the map. There is only one guard tower left on the map without a push pin.
He chased him out the door. Marshal Conti Fox and his entourage were being teleported outside the door. The old marshal was looking at the sky and waving to Krad's back. The magic officer in charge of the transmission was chanting the activation words. He could hear it was "May the flag of freedom fly for a long time."
Danica still hasn＊t come here. He breathed a sigh of relief.
The transfer is completed.
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The guard tower on the southwest side of Jena was ignited by a fireball, and the alarm magic above sounded. This time the alarm was a loud piano piece.
After four people were injured or killed, the guard squad had collapsed.
"This is the thirteenth alarm group."
Denika approached the officer on duty who was slumped on the ground, took off the lieutenant rank from the loser's shoulders, and replaced it on the shoulders of her own military uniform. This is no longer Naimen's blue military uniform, but a red military uniform.
Wearing a green sergeant＊s uniform, Majia Weili made a big cross with her foot on the ground: ※There should be three more bright posts, and the rest are secret sentries.§
"Okay, just leave the three in the northeast without fighting." Denika replied, "Let's evacuate to the west now. Now he should think that we are going to the teleportation point, or escape from the south of the city."
"Wait a moment." Majia Veli asked extremely seriously, "Before the official battle, I must understand our enemy. Denica, tell me your father's information. I'm afraid this man's fighting ability is not as good as that of Xi De Nasser is weak, and like Sid, he has too many secrets in magic."
Danica put on the captured military cap and took steps. The whole camp has begun to become chaotic, and officers can often be seen running around. They blend in and are inconspicuous. She nodded thoughtfully: "It's a long story."
"I heard rumors about him when I was in Kengel. He graduated first in all subjects of the military academy, studied Dongyi magic, and got the magician's gold badge when he was young. Sid Naser is no longer here Under the circumstances, he should be the most powerful mage in the Jena war zone. If he is serious about hunting us down, we will not be able to escape. I remember the newspaper said that he has an activated weapon that can automatically track and fight automatically."
"About the 'Flying Sword', I think I know more than you do." Denika replied, "It's not an activated weapon. It's soul sharing. Remember yesterday's artillery battle? Imagine that much firepower Concentrated on one person. Each ray of light blue light is equivalent to a magic missile, hundreds of them."
Majia thought carefully: "It's light blue."?. I seemed to have seenDenika during yesterday's battle. Is it that kind of light? "
Danika raised her head and saw countless light blue spots flashing in the cloudy sky. Almost as soon as she raised her head, all the light spots started to move.
"He found me. Invisible! Disperse!"
Denika pushed Majiya away with a palm, turned around and ran in the opposite direction. The green-haired woman who existed in the form of a soul lowered her military cap, ran into the shadows, and disappeared without a trace.
The light blue rays in the sky gradually began to gather, gather, and gather, and finally turned into a dazzling pure blue light, catching up with and surpassing Denika, and falling at the corner in front.
Without hesitation, Denika released a blast of impact magic at the building around the corner. There was a huge roar and half of the house collapsed.
"This is beyond the power of this magic. You have made progress again."
Danica stopped and listened to the sound coming from the other side of the wall. Krad walked leisurely through the collapsed house. The flying sword "Broken Dream" surrounded him, forming a dense blue light network, blocking the flying gravel, and the low impact sound kept ringing.
There is no way to avoid this battle. She sighed and spoke with malice: "The great, great, glorious Marshal Claude Lopez of the Free Army. Are you satisfied now? You can finally save the world."
"Danika. Where is your companion?"
Krad stopped more than twenty steps away from her. Denika took a few steps back, but the middle-aged man did not follow. To him, the distance made no difference.
"I won't tell you for the time being." Denika smiled, "I tell you, this conversation is about to end. We haven't seen each other for so long, don't you want to chat first? I thought you would be in Soleton Came here before."
The marshal pressed his right hand and took the flying sword back into his hand: "Since you have chosen the path, you have to pay the price. Everyone has to pay the price for his choice."
"And I am also your price. You need to kill me with your own hands, Krad. Solayton doesn't know why. I know." Denika silently gathered her magic power, "The empire has more Eastern magic books than Lenny. . They had a great royal library. It was there that I realized that you couldn＊t be a real Taoist.§
"oh?"
"People who practice Taoism need 'inaction'. In the great Eastern countries, in order to achieve a higher realm of magic, they will stay away from secular politics and military affairs. And if you don't follow these practices at all, you are not a Taoist. You want to There is only power and victory.§
"so what?"
"You are actually a Confucian magician, right? Confusing the law with words, the 'right way' of Dongyi magic. Although you have never shown it, that is your core magic power. The magic power that relies on knowledge, morality and ambition . The flying sword is just a cover-up, it is a pure soul-connected weapon."
Krad nodded: "If we bring these situations to the court mages of the empire, it should bring a lot of advantages. Is your partner still nearby?"
"No, I never told them." Denika continued to delay, "You must be loyal to your beliefs and magic. You cannot let me go, because this will cause you to lose your power. In the system of Confucianism , all of this is progressive. If you can＊t even handle family affairs, you can＊t govern the country and you can＊t save the world.§
Krader nodded: "Not bad, Denika. Have you read the 'Great Learning'? The Royal Library still does a good job."
"After observing the object, you will know it. After knowing it, you will be sincere. After your mind is sincere, your mind will be right. If your mind is right, you will cultivate your body. If you cultivate your body, you will have a well-organized family. If your family is well-organized, then the country will be governed. If the country is governed, then the world will be peaceful. You have probably reached the stage of governing a country or bringing peace to the world. That's it, Claude. In order to maintain this level, you have helped me arrange my position in your script."
"This is not a script. You have gone too far, Danica. Look at the blood on your hands."
"I would rather have blood on my hands than my blood on your or anyone else's hands." Denika continued with a sneer, "Do you think I should be content with my fate and become a key player in your glorious career?" A footnote. 'Claude Lopez executed his rebellious daughter' will be legendary, admired and feared. A hundred years from now, people will wonder whether Claude Lopez really had a wife and Daughter, this matter will become the material of various unofficial histories. As a 'historical material', I shouldn't have any objections. At most, I will just leave a tomb for future generations of archaeologists to excavate."
※Say a little more, Denika, say a little more. She said to herself in her mind, she must be more eloquent. Strength is accumulating in both handsClose, little finger, ring finger, middle finger. Careful precision operation.
"But I don't want to sacrifice for your cause, Marshal. Even if my strength is only one-tenth of yours, I will resist until the end. I am not 'some Lopez's daughter'! Even if I die here, The Empire will also triumph. They will leave behind a record: Dying here is Denica Viren von Fegota, the baronet who voluntarily sacrificed her life for the ultimate victory."
Krad became serious. He recalled all the light spots, and the light on the flying sword became brighter and brighter.
"You are stalling for time. You brought me here specially. Stall for time and cover your partners. You keep changing your clothes to confuse my sight and make me think that there are only two of you -" Clad stared at Looking at her eyes, "〞〞Or more than two people? Is that a goal enough to make you give up your life and hope?"
"Why don't you use your real magic? Just use the great Dongyi magic that you relied on to become 'Luo Ruide' to kill me. Be aware of everything, be sincere and upright, cultivate yourself and your family, govern the country and bring peace to the world. Let me see. ."
By the way, Denika, that＊s it. Indulge him in Eastern strategic reasoning. Make him suspicious. Let him have enough backup. Left thumb, right thumb, left index finger.
"You will confess, Denika. I still remember that you were not very good at lying when you were a child." Krader suddenly laughed, "There is no such a big conspiracy, right? Even if your partner is Sid Naser, There＊s nothing he can do.§
The marshal raised his right hand, and the "Broken Dream" shone dazzlingly. The blue light twisted into a spiral and aimed at Denika's eyes.
"Come on. Even if this is destined fate, I will change it for you! Even if this is a script you have written, I will use improvisation to change the ending!"
She squinted her eyes and looked at the brightest light.
There is no language anymore. There is only action.
"Broken dreams" turned into thousands of intertwined threads and flew towards her eyes. As dense as the silk of the East, as sharp as the spear used to slay a dragon.
※Pureenergyflame!§
Denica read the path of Krad's flying sword. She has been doing this all the time, and all her energy is spent on interpretation.
There was no conspiracy or plan in the first place.
Without defeating her father, she will have no freedom. She was so determined that she didn't need any plans at all.
This is it. What she was waiting for was the moment when "Broken Dream" appeared.
She is more than just Krad's daughter. She is also the apprentice of the alchemist Lessa Helmont. She had seen another flying sword and she knew how to break it.
That is not the real magical power of Claude Lopez, it is just the magic weapon he controls. The magic she knows is probably less than one-tenth of Krad's, but she is confident that she can break this magic weapon.
The girl raised her right hand. The first pure energy flame is fired from the little finger of the right hand, then the ring finger, middle finger, thumb, and index finger!
A smile appeared on Krad's face. His smile seemed to say, "Do you think you can stop my flying sword with five pure energy flames?"
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Really can＊t stop. The flying sword only slowed down slightly, but was still flying firmly towards Denika's face. The fast fragments had already passed through her hair.
"It's not over yet."
She said to herself in her heart. Raise your left hand, the little finger of your left hand, then your ring finger, middle finger, thumb, and index finger!
The blue outer light disappeared. The spiral disappeared too.
What was left behind was the small blue sword itself, and cracks began to appear on the sword.
The smile on Krad's face faded slightly, but the corners of his mouth were still raised mockingly. Denika interpreted it as "Can you still do magic with your feet?"
It really can't. But the best is from now on, she thought.
She uses the most inefficient magic in history, pure energy flame. Most magic is science that uses levers and fulcrums to move reality, but pure energy flames are stupid physical exercises that challenge basic laws.
But ever since that night with Lennie, Denika knew she was a true genius in terms of magic capacity. She didn't know what kind of offensive would be effective against Dongyi's magic, but she knew that the pure energy flame would definitely be effective.
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All her magic power is concentrated in her hands, converging into a war spear that concentrates all her anger and will - in fact, not every finger has a pure energy flame.
Instead, each knuckle has gathered a burst of pure energy flames!
That＊s why she needs so much time. Denica's two hands combined have a total of twenty-eight pure energy flames!
She showed a smile that she thought represented "Who asked you to evaluate the possibility of so many strategies and then leave so much magic behind?"
Then stretch both hands forward at the same time. Ten rays of silver light shot out side by side, hitting the blue light heavily.
The blue light stopped and disappeared, leaving only the sword still flying. She heard Cradd cough.
It＊s already close at hand.
Dinica made empty fists with both hands, moved them together in the middle, and covered her face with both hands. Her thumbs clasped the remaining fingers one by one and popped out the last few rounds.
The little fingers of the left and right hands. The ring fingers of the left and right hands. The middle fingers of the left and right hands. The index finger of the left hand.
The "broken dream" was shattered in response.
That magical and beautiful stream of light turned into a dark blue meteor, and then turned into dozens of lusterless fragments.
She lowered her head slightly, bearing the rain of debris and wind pressure from the front.
The fragments of "Broken Dreams" grazed her face, pierced the back of her hands, cut through her skin, and penetrated her shoulders. His clothes were torn dozens of times by sword blades, and blood was flowing out from behind each tear.
But Denica doesn＊t care. She rushed forward despite the fragments of the sword: she knew that Krad on the opposite side would be injured more seriously and completely.
"All soul-connected magic, whether it is summoning magic or creating magic, has great risks. For example, when the silver dragon Mara destroyed the incarnated demon yesterday, she must have caused extremely serious injuries to her master; the same was true for Krad's flying sword.
Of course, even if she is seriously injured, Krad can kill her with all his strength. As long as he shows his true strength, this is not difficult.
But Danica bets that won't happen. Krader believed that her partner was Sid Naser, so the moment the flying sword shattered, he would activate the emergency escape spell and disappear into the void.
"Cao Cao's arbitrary gate."
Hearing this spell, Denika stretched out her right hand and popped out the last shot, the pure energy flame on the third joint of her index finger.
Krad＊s marshal＊s hat was blown away by the silver flames, flying in the sky, and he disappeared without a trace. Denika ran a few steps forward, jumped up and grabbed the hat of the Free Army Marshal.
She wiped the blood from her face with the hat.
The path to the teleportation point has been cleared, and no one can continue to block her actions.
Denika bandaged the wound, called Magia back, and went to the teleportation point pretending to be a wounded Free Army officer.
Waiting for them there is Naimen Solayton.
Seeing that Dinika and the others arrived before Krad, he looked a little surprised and took them into the temporary command room under the clock tower: "You hurry up and leave. Let me deal with it later."
"What is the startup phrase?"
Naimen whispered those words. Denika smiled and put the bloody marshal's hat into his hand.
"Actually, he won't chase you for the time being. Just keep it as a souvenir."
The captain lowered his head, saw clearly what he was holding, and his eyes widened.
Naimen threw his marshal hat on the table and ran out. He only saw Denika and Magia standing on the high platform of the teleportation point. Four guards fell in front of the location point and seemed to have fainted.
She pressed her backhand neatly and activated the teleportation positioning circle.
※May the flag of freedom fly for a long time!§
The girl who burned the freedom flag with her own hands read these words.
The anchor point is confirmed.
The journey from Jena to Rennie was shortened to a moment.
Naimen felt a little confused for a moment.
"Should I pursue it, or should I not pursue it"-
At least, this will be less troublesome than staying in Jena, right? He thought of Princess Olya. Think of that marshal hat. How to explain it?
He gritted his teeth and chased after her.
At the other end of the teleportation point is Lenny, the free city that has been away for a long time.
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