goddess of revolution

Chapter 863 The Flower of Victory Blooms Above the Sky

In the living room of a small residential building in Gamma City, a huge paladin roared like Tarzan on the big screen, and a woman with fluttering hair came up from the basement with a big box, her face full of determination.

Although the box is big, she can easily carry it with one hand.Throwing it in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror shook the wooden floor of the entire living room to creak and groan.There was also a tinkling sound of gold and iron in the box, as if it contained weapons and armor.

The woman opened the box, pulled out a long sword from it, and curled her long hair around the blade in front of the mirror.

"Hana..."

The tall woman in the living room said timidly: "Is this okay? Bailin probably doesn't want you to..."

"Pailin is dead," Hana said blankly, "I want to avenge him, no..."

A radiance of determination gradually appeared on her face: "I want to replace him and do what he hasn't finished."

With a flick of the wrist, the long hair was cut off, and the originally gentle and beautiful temperament became crisp and fresh. The knight captain who led everyone to live on the Shenyun Plateau a few years ago has returned.

Looking at himself in the mirror, the long sword clanged to the ground.

Hana covered her face and sobbed, "It's my fault. If I forgive him and accept him earlier, he won't..."

Monica sighed with red eyes. Hana's husband Pailin was expelled from the city hall because he went to the underground meeting of the "Sisters' Mutual Aid Association" and went to a study class for reform.

Hana was furious, even though Bailin repented deeply and completed the reform study ahead of schedule, Hana still severed ties with him.

Probably because of this, Bailin resolutely joined the army and became the captain of the narwhal.

Although Hana hated that Bailin was not satisfied with her, and he was doing crooked ways, she still couldn't let him go.Just now, the two of them were watching the air battle in the crying sand sea in the living room, cheering for the Red Federation side, but also caring about the narwhal with the hull number 28122.

When the mountain-like paladin hit 28122 with a slash of holy light, Hana's color faded at that moment.

Now that she is like this, even though she has changed back to the old Hana, Monica feels very uncomfortable.

She hugged Hana from behind, and said in a low voice: "Perhaps Pailin didn't go because of disappointment. There were nineteen people in that narwhal. It must be because everyone is no longer loved. To fight."

"He still loves you. He must come back with a medal to ask you to forgive him. He wants to prove to you that he is a hero."

Monica said sincerely: "I also think that he wants to protect you even more, to protect this... a country that allows you to realize your ideals."

"Open a sword gym, organize sword competitions, have a lot of children, and make many friends. Everyone lives happily regardless of status or belief. You have said many ideals, and these ideals can only be realized here. He has always cared about it. These."

"Monica...don't say it!"

Hana turned and hugged her, and she lost her voice in pain, which made Monica cry too.

When the two hugged each other and cried, Xiao Mi, who was hosting the live broadcast, suddenly shouted in surprise and excitement: "They are still alive! 28122 is still there!"

The two were stunned, and rushed to the screen with a swipe of their cheeks. They saw the narwhal that was still floating in the air with a large circle of skin missing in the middle of its belly.

"Captain Bailin reported, the original words are... 28122 blood flowed into rivers, but everyone is still alive, ready to clean up that big guy," Xiao Mi said in a dumbfounding tone: "He also complained that the slime repair agent is too smelly, It is more lethal to the crew than that big guy."

The two turned into sculptures, staring blankly at the narwhal swaying in front of the huge paladin like a fly, shooting four fishbone missiles at the guy's face, and then walked out of the battlefield like a stroll.

"Hold me, Monica," Hana said. "I've got no strength in my legs."

Monica said with a bitter face, "My knees are weak too."

The two collapsed on the ground and stayed for a while, Hana cried again, and the crying and crying turned into laughter.

Then she exclaimed: "My hair! It took me two years to get it that long!"

She said bitterly: "It's all Bailin's fault! When he comes back, don't even think about entering this house!"

………………

In the territory of the Old Exter Kingdom, outside Red Eagle City, smoke filled the air, and the sound of guns filled the sky.

Magic planes shuttled in the sky, and there were several magic tanks hiding in a depression on the ground, some of them looked like Red Jackdaws, but the magic guns installed were obviously different.Occasionally, these chariots raised their barrels and fired a shot, but naturally they couldn't hit anything.

"Don't worry, those guys in the sky are just perfunctory..."

On the turret of the command vehicle, Frodo was talking to someone behind: "The Red Federation didn't send out sardines, but some salmon were circling them. They also knew that if they really fired, they would attract sardines, so they went around with the salmon. "

"Don't think the chief doesn't know, the chief is very clear, just pretend he didn't see it."

"Yeah, let's talk about it after the results are played over there."

"Live illusion? People from Red Eagle City are helping us, and we can turn around later."

"Remember to register the damage of three chariots for our brigade, two? No, it must be three! The goblin who helped us establish a relationship with the Marquis of Vic has not such a small appetite!"

After chatting with the logistics staff at the High Command, Frodo sighed, now that he was more and more proficient at doing this kind of thing.

This kind of thing is too common in the Imperial Legion, after all, it is a tradition of the old times.When Sylvie was the commander-in-chief, he didn't care about it at all, only whether he could fight or not.Although Remaco was a little concerned, but he had just been promoted to chief, and he turned a blind eye to these things.

"Isn't it done yet, Neske?"

He lowered his head and asked the goblin who was doing something behind the chariot. The little green skin pushed his glasses and shouted in a goblin-specific squeaky voice: "Don't worry, don't worry, the business of two chariots can't be so easy."

Then the goblin laughed and said: "You have the talent of a goblin, halfling, but your conscience is still blocking your way to wealth, so you only scratched half of it."

Frodo smiled wryly: "Old Obi, you and many other people have to take care of it. I don't think about scratching anything for myself."

A bright smile appeared on the goblin's face: "Is there still my share? You are a halfling with a conscience."

After a while, the goblin patted something added to the chariot: "It's done, try it!"

The screams of subordinates sounded in the car...

"It's done!"

"Wow! Is that the God of Knights? It's scary!"

"Tesolos! People from the Red Federation are fighting with that guy! That's a god!"

Frodo waved at the goblin, and retreated into the turret.

Rimaco sent three legions to pretend to attack Red Eagle City. Of course, they didn't treat them as cannon fodder, but they sent some elite troops to support them, including the Redstone Independent Chariot Brigade led by Frodo.

The first front army of the Red Federation also attacked, and originally thought it would be a tragic battle.

The fighting was quite lively at the beginning. The chariot troops of the Red Federation defeated the three legions, and then sent extremely wretched armored infantry to entangle the support troops. The two sides soon fell into a confrontation on both sides of Red Eagle City.

Now the Red Federation seemed to have the same thoughts as them, and no longer made big moves. Frodo guessed that the other party, like himself, was more concerned about the air battle on the Weeping Sand Sea.

Frodo was also very concerned, but they couldn't see the live broadcast at all in the wild.

At this time, the maintenance technician who came with the brigade, the old halfling Obi showed great power, and actually contacted the goblin merchants in Red Eagle City, and asked them to agree to forward the live broadcast of the mirage at the price of two magical chariots.

The live broadcast of the phantom on the screen of Frodo's car is the goblin merchant who hacked into their communication network with a magic communication vehicle, and then relayed it.

For goblin merchants, this is not a difficult task. The communication network of the Rimaco Legion is established by the Goblin Chamber of Commerce.In addition to doing business, some goblins also tinkered with magic technology. Relying on them, Remaco was able to set up a communication network in the troops under his command.

"Wow..."

Nasgai was about to drive his three-wheeled motorcycle back home full of joy, when he heard the exclamation of the halfling in the car, he couldn't help feeling itchy.Climbing to the turret and looking inside, he also yelled, and the goblin's shrill voice startled the halflings like Frodo.

"This is impossible! How can a mortal defeat a god!?"

………………

On the sky of the Weeping Sand Sea, the fleet that attracted the worship of the whole city over the White Jade City of Alanis has completely collapsed.

Of the sixty warships, less than twenty remained, scattered all over the place, lonely and desperately resisting missiles and torpedoes.And their enemies were not only harvesting them at the same time, they were also vigorously fighting the huge god-like paladin in the sky.

Two more male sharks disintegrated, and a narwhal sank into the sea of ​​clouds with white smoke. The number of male sharks lost by Chilian increased to six, and the number of narwhals also reached four.

However, the indomitable paladin Charboni not only has lavender spots all over his body, but the body details and other colors that were originally clearly visible have also faded away, and he looks more and more like an unfinished statue embryo.The original thousand-meter-high body has now shrunk to half.

Horned whales and male sharks shuttled between the long sword he swung, the shield he pushed, and the golden arcs of light he slashed, shooting out streams of white smoke, and continued to explode groups of large or small light spots on his body. Purple light.

Chaboni's movements became more and more sluggish, the arc of light he split became thinner and thinner, and he could no longer use the beam of judgment light.

If it was also an existence close to the demigod level, such as the son of the earth, he would have killed it long ago, and there were more than one.

But his enemies are as small as flies and mosquitoes, and they fly more nimbly than flies and mosquitoes, but they are wrapped in magic steel, as strong as nails.

In the old days, such a small target, just the incidental damage of one attack, was enough to wipe out a piece of it.Now as the main target and using all your strength, not only is it difficult to hit hard, but what is even more annoying is that you can't hit!
Only that kind of locking magic or area attack magic can cause damage to the enemy. The problem is that the pure divine power consumed by that kind of magic, that is, the divine grace is extremely large, and he can't use it frequently.

At this moment, Chaboni's consciousness has become a little blurred because he has endured the huge divine power for more than half an hour. There is only a faint thought in his mind, and he cannot continue to fight like this!

"We can't continue fighting like this!"

Linde returned to the battlefield after refilling the ammunition once. He decided to implement the plan he had set at the beginning: "Execute the flower plan, adjust the position of the narwhal, and launch a diversion attack by the male shark!"

The captains of the narwhals expressed their dissent. They are fine. For the male shark, this plan is too dangerous.

Linde was unwavering: "If you don't kill this guy, our sardine school will come up! That's two or three hundred, and the casualties will be even more serious!"

Hearing this news, no matter whether it was a narwhal or a male shark, they immediately acted.

How could it be possible to share the glory of this battle with the sardines?
Doesn't that mean that he has not shown an epoch-making combat effectiveness?
The narwhals adjusted their direction and position. According to the coordinates set by Linde, one by one they moved away from Charbonne, and then climbed up.

The bear sharks of the two squadrons rushed to a distance of three to four kilometers, firing fishbone wildly around Chaboni's head.

It looked like a swarm of wasps besieging a person, and Chaboni was extremely angry with his arrogant attitude.

He wielded the broken long sword and the shield that was missing most of it, and attacked at a speed that was more than twice as fast as before, and soon gained results.

The male shark that was smashed head to tail by the shield cheered up Chabonne, and his burning soul made him focus all his attention on the flies circling his head.

At this time, he could no longer notice the movement above his head. More than a dozen narwhals formed a circle and shot dozens of white smoke at the same time. The scene was extremely shocking.

Because the positions of the boats were not fully coordinated, and the distance from the target was different, the circle formed was not a circle, but rather undulating, more like the outline of a flower.

It's not a perfect scene for OCD, some narwhals are ass-to-target.

White smoke quickly filled the details of the flower in the sky, smearing out the petals.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh beautiful art!"

"Get the camera ready!"

At a distance of more than 20 kilometers from Chabonne, two scout dragons hastily threw out the floating cameras on their bodies, adjusting the orientation and angle.

Although they fired all the missiles before, the magic booster equipped on the leader allowed them to spray freezing rays with a range of three to four kilometers, so they had the confidence to... stir up trouble.

Of course they didn't dare to fight Chaboni, but it was no problem to follow the narwhal to clean up the airship.Of course, it must be an auxiliary ship. Those earl-class warships not only have fierce anti-aircraft firepower, but they can't move.

Now that the battlefield is in chaos, they also withdrew to one side. Seeing the general attack launched, they hurriedly took pictures to commemorate it.

"Wait, I have an idea..."

"I thought of Harry too, we should..."

The two reconnaissance dragons communicated tacitly. Their pilots didn't have time to pay attention, and all their attention was focused on the circle of torpedoes.

A ring of torpedoes fired at Chaboni's head from five or six kilometers away is like shooting a ring of steel needles at a mortal's head at a distance of about twenty meters in mid-air.After more than ten seconds, most of the missiles hit the target, and only a small half landed on the neck or shoulder.

Layers of lavender light clusters bloomed, almost swallowing Chaboni's entire head.His towering body froze, and he let out a cry like the sky was splitting.

The golden and lavender light and shadow rolled, pushed and even bitten on Chaboni's head. At that moment, his head seemed to turn into a colorful flower stamen, which merged with the white smoke drawn by the torpedo, fighting together in the vast sky. Out of magnificent flowers.

In the distance, the two scout dragons raised their wings high and sprayed out two freezing rays from their mouths. From the perspective of the floating camera behind, it seemed that they had blown the head of that terrifying giant.

In the air hundreds of kilometers away from the battlefield, more than 200 sardines formed a huge fleet, advancing at full speed against the sea of ​​clouds.

In the front cabin of a certain Sardine, Deckard muttered nervously: "We must catch up, we must catch up..."

At this moment, far away in the high sky, a mixture of gold, purple, white and gray colors, flowers clearly visible to the naked eye bloomed.

Hearing the warm cheers from the soldiers ahead in the channel, Deckard's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted like everyone in the sardine school.

"Save some for us—!"

(End of this chapter)