Chapter 547: Pinch

"Vivian..." Jessica stroked the girl's back, comforting Vivian, who was already crying.

Chris sat on the edge of the bed irritably, his face gloomy as if he was about to eat people. He had just felt the huge fluctuations in magic power and felt the fall of Lonsadre.

Because of the blessing of the magic circle, and because the huge energy is clearer than the general mages or magic saints killed in battle, Chris felt that the magic power belonging to Lonsadre finally dissipated, which made him feel very upset. it is good.

Maybe they are the same human beings, but they have met each other again, and they are more familiar with each other. It may also be the reason why Chris has a deeper understanding of magic. In short, he felt it and felt the fact that Lonsadre had died.

So, the first thing he thought of was his wife, Vivian, who has always liked nagging.

There are not many members of the royal family in Ailan Hill. It has only recently expanded to 4 people. Three imperial concubines plus an emperor, and even shabbyly there is not even a crown prince.

However, in this room, the four Elanhill royal families standing, everyone knows that they are controlling the future of this continent, and no one dares to despise them holding a human scepter in their hands.

"Jessica..." Vivian couldn't help but buried her head on Jessica's chest with tears. The hundreds-year-old grandmother cried at this moment into tears.

"Ready in 40 minutes on the plane...Chris...Take care of Vivienne, and I will take care of the western front." Capeluna stood beside Chris, whispering comforting words that fit her personality. .

As a princess who can escape from marriage, she won't cry like Jessica holding Vivian, all she will do is squeeze her fists, suppress her irritation in her heart, and vent to the enemy's corpse.

In the past, this Princess Higgs could only worry about the country and the people, facing a powerful enemy, she could only suppress her dissatisfaction and anger in her heart.

Now, she has the power of the Ailan Hill Empire, such a huge power can enable her to realize what she wants in her heart, so she does not need to suppress patience.

"After arriving on the Western Front, you don't need to give face to those people. If someone pushes out the Allan Hill Expeditionary Force, then bury them all." Chris said coldly: "Bring all the new **** puppets."

"The people who are worthy of respect and worthy of our face are dead...The rest are just unimportant people." Chris stretched out his hand and squeezed Capeluna's catkins tightly: "Be careful. , Protect yourself."

"I will." Luna nodded, then reached out and touched Vivienne's hair: "Don't worry, Vivienne, I will kill all the demons in Greken."

"Uuuuu..." Vivian was still crying bitterly, and Lonsadre's departure was a big blow to her.

Vivienne's father left early, and her mother had been dead for many years because she was a mortal. The one who took care of her and grew up was actually Lonsadre.

This elder who resembles a grandfather and his parents has always been the closest person to Vivian. The bits and pieces of the past have been floating in Vivian's mind, making her tears flow unstoppable.

After saying this, Capeluna turned around and walked to the door, pushed open the door of Vivienne's bedroom, and then she saw Luther waiting outside the door, as well as Desaiel and others.

"Your Majesty is in a bad mood...but you can go in." Luna nodded slightly to Luther and Desai, and walked away with her two long legs. She acted vigorously, her long tied hair swaying from side to side with her steps.

Luther followed the door opened by Capeluna into Vivienne’s bedroom, stood behind Chris, bent over to close to Chris’ ear: "Your Majesty... the news from the satellite just transmitted, Greken's magic eye has been less active, it has been suppressed."

"Got it." Chris looked at Vivian, who was desperate for life, and answered with a cold face and stopped talking.

Luther gritted his teeth and continued to report: "The dinner to welcome the members of the Palak Empire... According to the plan, you are going to attend... Do you want to cancel it?"

"Let Desaier go instead for me..." Chris sighed slightly and replied, "No need to cancel."

"And..." Luther gritted his teeth and continued.

"Pick the important ones." Chris was a little impatient and interrupted Luther directly.

"The eulogy about Lonzadrei Fashen has been written, will your majesty go over it?" Luther thought about it and filtered out those very important but out-of-date news, and then said in a low voice.

"Let's lower the flag of the palace to half..." Chris remembered the way of mourning in his previous life, and ordered: "Add a sentence to the eulogy, Emperor Ailan Hill mourns deeply."

"The minister retreats." Luther took a step back before he straightened up slightly, then stepped back to the door step by step, then turned around and pushed open the door and retreated outside.

"Your Majesty said that you will attend the evening banquet on his behalf. In addition, the eulogy is for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to consider, but the palace will be lowered at half-staff, and the eulogy must include the sentence'Emperor Elanhill mourns the mourning of Lunsadlai Fashen'." After closing the door, Luther looked at Desaier and said: "He is in a bad mood. Princess Vivienne has been crying, but the situation on the Western Front seems to have turned from danger to peace."

"Mr. Lonsadre will not sacrifice in vain, we will definitely repay this enmity!" Desaier's face was also not good-looking, and he left this sentence and turned and left.

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At the same time, on the turbulent North Sea, on the huge human battleship, all the main guns pointed in the same direction, and the sound of earth-shaking guns was echoing in the distance.

"Boom!" Suddenly, the 406 mm caliber main gun on the Ailan Hill naval flagship Intrepid spewed a dazzling fireball, and the waves of the huge shock wave spread out on the sea on the side of the battleship. Come.

In order to save missiles, Ailan Hill still built a large number of artillery battleships, including nuclear-powered battleships and ordinary-powered artillery cruisers.

These warships are of classic design. Each warship has powerful artillery, which can continuously and uninterruptedly attack the enemy's fleet.

Compared with guided missile destroyers and guided guided cruisers, these warships have stronger continuous combat capabilities, but their shortcomings are still obvious.

Because guided missile ships can attack their opponents at a relatively safe distance, battleships can only wander around the edge of danger to test.

However, the battleship of Ailan Hill relied on its thick armor and the protection of magical defensive barriers, and was not afraid of the demon's magical cannon, and dared to approach and attack, so the results of the battle were more obvious.

Moreover, as the caliber of Ailan Hill’s artillery is gradually increasing, radar detection accuracy is increasing, and the hit rate of artillery battles at a distance of about 20 kilometers is astonishing, while the magic guided cannon on the demon warship can only hit about 10 kilometers, so The artillery battle is still full of advantages for Ailan Hill.

"General! The domestic telegram you just received!" An officer walked over and handed a telegram to General Lawnes when the fighting was raging. He stood at attention and saluted, and said, "The news about Gricken..."

Lawnes didn’t know what to do with a message from Greken from the country at this time. To know that he was engaged in a large-scale naval battle, its importance was self-evident, and it was related to the entire Alan Hill. His safety is not too much.

He received the message. At this time, the battleship Victory in the distance carried out a volley of swaying artillery fires. The huge fire light can still be seen clearly even in the daytime, which means that at least there is Several demon warships are about to sink into the cold seabed.

"Lon Sadre is dead..." Handing the message back to the officer next to him, Lawnes frowned slightly: "In exchange for the Western Front, the situation has improved slightly... It seems that not all magicians are Bastard."

He sighed, and then looked at the **** gun cruiser that was firing in the distance: "So, as long as we win here, the devil's counterattack will be half defeated!"

Having said this, he squinted his eyes, suddenly turned his head to the side, and ordered the adjutant behind him: "Send a telegram to Marshal Wagron, requesting his Sky Fleet to speed up and cut into the side and rear of the Demon Fleet!"

"Yes! General!" The adjutant turned and left. Outside the window behind him, the anti-aircraft guided missile destroyer shot out a row of tracer bullets. The dense rain of bullets instantly sifted a demon bat trying to approach the fleet.

In the endless sea, Wagron, who also received the message, used a powerful hand to hold the message paper into a ball. Sitting in the command position, he suddenly stood up and commanded loudly as if venting: "Keep firing! Don't wait for my order! Free attack! Sink these bastards!"

"Marshal!" An officer walked over with a new message, and stood up and saluted: "The message from General Lawnes...he asked us to turn to the side of the demon fleet and launch an attack."

"Call back and tell him that I will immediately turn to help him annihilate all the demon warships!" Wagron squeezed the paper ball in his hand tighter: "Using electromagnetic guns to attack the large targets on the radar at super long distances! Sink all the devil's floating castles! Don't let one go!"

Just when he gave the order, a demon's floating castle tens of kilometers away exploded and disintegrated in thick smoke. Its broken stones fell into the sea, stirring up huge water columns.

In these water columns, some demon warships hit by rocks are slowly sinking, while the remaining warships are turning in panic, avoiding the area where the floating castle falls.