Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

She had barely been crowned when a rebellion broke out that swept across the entire North. If it could not be quelled quickly, it would be a fatal blow to her authority!

Fortunately, communications in the area had just been restored, and Wayne immediately pulled out his phone, intending to inform Vina. However, as soon as he turned on his phone, a flood of messages filled the screen, all with the same title—"Declaration of War by the Earl of Princeton of the Republic of Victoria—Victoria Has No King."

Wayne's face darkened, and he deleted the information in front of him. However, the communicator on the back of the steam armor next to him immediately rang.

"Calling steam armor squads one, three, and four. This is the second squad on standby."

A noisy sound came from the communicator.

"We are surrounded by the Northern Guard. The enemy has shown hostility towards us and requests permission to fire."

Wayne's heart sank; they'd come to kidnap him!

The majority of the Royal Military Academy's troops are children of nobles and merchants from Londinium and the surrounding areas. Kidnapping them means kidnapping a large number of nobles. Even if they cannot be forced to turn against the enemy, they can at least keep them neutral in the early stages of the war!

This was a tactic used by Wayne's father, the King in the North, when he instigated the Wars of the Roses. It also represented a complete break between the North and Londinium.

The rebellion has begun.

One bad thing after another!

Wayne took a deep breath and nodded to Ernest, who was looking at him questioningly. Ernest immediately replied:

"The North has rebelled; indiscriminate firing is permitted!"

Then, he looked at Wayne and asked, "Your Highness, what do we do next? My suggestion is to prepare for evacuation. As long as we return safely to Londinium, this battle is still ongoing!"

Wayne shook his head. The fact that the Duke of Normandy dared to besiege the Royal Military Academy meant they were well-prepared. At this point, the border must be heavily guarded, making evacuation virtually impossible.

But is there really no other way for them?

Wayne thought it was unlikely.

The Northern garrison did indeed surround the nobles of the Royal Military Academy, and preemptively cut off all communication between the North and the outside world, concealing everything so well that Lentinium was completely unaware and unprepared beforehand. However, they also made a grave mistake.

They failed to kill Heidi, nor could they control most of the steam-armored troops who had followed Wayne, and they also failed to capture the most valuable men, Ernest and Wayne!

Their plan was perfect, like a "tiger-tiger-tiger" attack, which essentially crippled and restricted the officers and nobles of Londinium in one fell swoop.

But what happened after the "Tora! Tora! Tora!" attack on Pearl Harbor?

Wayne, Ernest, and most importantly, the steam-armored crew of the Enterprise were all intact. Compared to the Northern garrison, which lacked steam-armored troops, each of these men possessed the fighting strength to take on ten or even a hundred men. Moreover...

Wayne glanced at everyone present: Surtr, Mudrock, Shadowguard, and Mostima, who hadn't yet shown up but was definitely still somewhere, and gave a confident smile.

What's more, he also has so many "nuclear bombs" in his hands!

"A lion doesn't desert its post."

“Ernest, remember, we’re not surrounded, we’re blooming in the center.”

Chapter 52 Next, please don't be afraid.

Victoria, the temporary headquarters of the Royal Military Academy.

Wright, the captain of the second squad of the steam-armored unit, cut off communications and gave a wink to the students and team members who were surrounding him and shielding him from the view of the surrounding enemies in the distance. The team members nodded in understanding, tugged at the students' hems, and casually dispersed.

Wright mingled in the crowd and walked toward Ernest's command vehicle.

That was the only area that had not yet been monitored. Ernest's adjutant, Anhalt, who was stationed there, was currently in the car negotiating with the leaders of the Northern garrison surrounding them.

"Click".

Without making a sound, Wright released the safety on the steam hand cannon, got into the vehicle, glanced past the arrogant enemy's back, and looked at his adjutant Anhalt. He nodded slightly and then raised his hand.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the previously agitated crowd outside the vehicle fell silent. The northern garrison surrounding the convoy stiffened, their eyes fixed warily on the command vehicle in the distance. Holding a heavy crossbow, they approached step by step. When they were two meters away from the vehicle, one of them stopped and questioned the person inside, whose door was tightly shut:

"what happens!"

The gate burst open, revealing a spray of blood that seemed to tear through the sky and a headless corpse spewing blood. At the same time, Wright, who had thrown the corpse, took advantage of the moment when the enemy's attention was drawn to the body, crouched down, and his hand cannon steadily unleashed a second burst of fire!

"boom!"

The steam-armored hand cannons are modeled after some of the design principles of Laterano guns, but they have been significantly innovated in the Victorian style. For example, although they cannot fire as rapidly as Laterano guns, each shot from the hand cannons, powered by steam kinetic energy and Originium energy, is powerful and heavy. The grenades they fire can easily shatter even the hardest human skull, even with just kinetic energy.

Before the stunned soldier could react, he was suddenly shocked to find that his gaze had suddenly risen to the same height as the corpse that had flown into the sky. His remaining consciousness made his gaze unconsciously move downwards, only to see a strange, dismembered body slowly falling to the ground.

It wasn't until his vision went completely dark that he suddenly realized it was himself.

"Clap."

A head, missing half its jaw, slammed heavily to the ground; the unsettling sound became the prelude to this battle. Wright turned his hand cannon, aimed it at the heavily armored soldiers not far away, and ordered:

"Gentlemen, the Northern Territory has officially rebelled. The Marshal has ordered indiscriminate firing!"

Before the words were even finished, the third shell accurately struck the crowd. This time it wasn't an ordinary etching bullet, but a grenade.

The exploding grenades sprayed out countless fragments of pure Originium. The explosion produced by this highly refined Originium, activated by Originium Arts, was comparable to a single high-energy stone beetle in the wilderness capable of destroying the foundation of a tall building. The besieging army, caught off guard, could only hurriedly shout "Take cover!" before having to withstand the torrential rain of Originium fragments with their bare hands.

Taking advantage of the enemy's disarray, Wright turned around and immediately gave the order:

"Three people per group, escort the students onto the bus, we're preparing to break through!"

But before he could finish speaking, a gust of wind carrying fragments of Originium from the grenade hurtled toward him.

Wright gritted his teeth and was forced to roll forward, awkwardly jumping off the car. He quickly adjusted his posture and looked at the gray-haired male sorcerer who emerged from behind the encirclement not far away.

"Breakout? Where do you plan to break out to?"

The gray-haired male warlock said calmly.

“My mission is to keep you trapped here. If you escape, I won’t be able to explain it to His Highness.”

The gray-haired man slammed his staff, which emitted a ghastly green light, into the ground, and a massive wind field, accompanied by the green light, quickly enveloped the entire convoy area.

Such a large coverage area far exceeds the spell power of a warlock. Wright was startled, and with a sudden realization, he glanced around and, sure enough, discovered the special device arranged in a six-pointed star array, emitting a pale green resonant light, among the surrounding troops. He clicked his tongue in dismay.

I thought these people were just surrounding us but hadn't made a move immediately because they were wary of the noble students. Turns out they were setting up an amplification device?

A fierce wind swept in, making it difficult for him to even open his eyes. He had no choice but to pull up the visor of his steam armor to see clearly. However, the wind was so strong...

He glanced worriedly at the hand cannon in his hand.

With such strong winds, even the accuracy of hand cannons would be affected, let alone ordinary crossbow bolts! Moreover, steam armor is rare, and hand cannon ammunition is very limited. Under such wind conditions, it would be a pipe dream for their small team to protect all the students and help them escape the encirclement safely.

However, correspondingly, enemy forces that lack even steam-powered armor are unable to breach this place.

But this had already achieved the enemy's objective. As the gray-haired sorcerer had said, they had no intention of killing all the nobles here; that would be foolish and would provoke relentless retaliation from the Londinium nobles, doing nothing to improve the war. Their goal was simply to trap the students here and use them as leverage to blackmail Londinium. The nobles who had imprisoned the children would naturally put pressure on the Londinium authorities and on Her Majesty the Queen!

Wow, what a clever scheme!

Wright was unwilling to give up, but he had no better options. The enemy sorcerers were highly targeted, clearly prepared. They wouldn't attack, and he couldn't break through, so the situation remained a stalemate. He pursed his lips, got into the carriage, and bowed apologetically to Anhalt:

"I'm sorry, my lord. The breakout operation has failed."

Anhalt nodded, having anticipated this, but his face showed little sign of discouragement; rather, he appeared quite relaxed. He waved the communicator in his hand and said:

"Don't worry. Marshal Ernest has just contacted me. They have met up with the rescue forces and will be coming to our aid soon!"

Wright was taken aback and asked, "But didn't the troops in the North all defect? ​​Where did the reinforcements come from?"

Anhalt replied, "Lentinium."

Wright's face lit up with joy, thinking that Londinium's support had arrived so just in time. No... could it be that the royal family had already sensed the turmoil in the North?

Without a second thought, he asked repeatedly, "Have you informed the rescue team of our situation? How many people are in the rescue team? We encountered an extremely powerful wind-type Originium mage, please inform them immediately!"

Anhalt waved his hand, signaling him to calm down, picked up the communicator and connected the call. Before he could speak, he heard Wayne's serious voice from the other end:

"You've made the right contact; I was just about to get in touch with you."

"Listen carefully, no matter what happens next, please don't be afraid."

Anhalt was taken aback, somewhat confused, but still confidently replied:

“Your Highness Wayne, we are soldiers, we are not afraid.”

Wayne nodded, giving a thumbs-up to Mudrock and Surtr who were already prepared, and then said seriously to the person on the other end of the microphone:

"Alright, listen up. I'm going to launch a surprise attack on the enemy from a high vantage point. It might be a bit loud, and I might not be able to cover everyone. So, I'll count to 3, 2, 1. Then immediately have everyone lie down. Understand?"

Anhalt blinked, his face full of confusion, and was about to ask a question when Wayne's voice began to count down:

"3!"

Anhalt hurriedly put down the communicator, exchanged a glance with Wright, one of them connected the broadcast device to the command vehicle, and the other quickly ran out of the vehicle.

"2!"

The broadcast was connected.

"This is Anhalt. I repeat, this is Anhalt. Now, listen to my command: everyone, lie down immediately!"

"1!"

"Get down!"

The words had barely left his lips when the clear sky was suddenly shrouded in shadow. The students lying on the ground and the bewildered soldiers surrounding the city simultaneously looked up.

On that day, they witnessed together the colossal rock statue as tall as a mountain, and the red-haired girl standing atop the statue, proudly raising her head and wielding the world-burning giant sword.

"Leivatin!"

She cried out as if she were a god!

Chapter Fifty-Three: I knew we'd get along well!

"Leivatin!"

In response to Surtr's shout, the giant sword in her hand, almost as tall as herself, suddenly burst forth with scorching flames. The flames spread and expanded from the sword's core, eventually covering the entire mudstone colossus, as if she had truly transformed the giant made of rock and mud into the Flame Giant King from mythology who burned the World Tree.

She stood on the shoulder of the mudstone giant, flames covering her arms but not harming her delicate skin in the slightest. They were like tamed beasts, darting about on Surtr's arms and in her hair until Surtr's pale purple pupils, which seemed to be on fire, turned completely crimson with flames. Then the girl raised her arm and stabbed down suddenly!

"die!"

This was a savage roar, and a solemn pronouncement! Along with Surtr's voice, the lava colossus beneath her feet, enveloped in flames, simultaneously raised its hand. The flames in the colossus's hand coalesced into a blazing sword made of fire element, which crashed down with immense force towards the besieging army's position!

"boom!"

At this moment, Heidi, who was watching from the sidelines, truly realized the confidence that Surtr and Mudrock had, with just the two of them, dared to venture deep into the North to rescue the royal family. And the domineering air Surtr had when he said, "I'm very strong, even Mudrock isn't as strong as me."

"What are all these things?!"