Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Constantine rubbed his eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

He was not a superhuman, nor had he ever seen the so-called "false god," but even from this distance, he could see the light screen and faintly hear cries coming from the tower area.

This must be a miracle.

The guard beside him suddenly reminded him, "Sir, it's raining! It's raining!"

"What's so strange about rain...?"

Constantine's voice trailed off as he saw the crimson raindrops hitting the glass and immediately asked, "How long ago was the Bloodthorn ritual?"

"Sir, it's been an hour and a half. As Lord Omar said before, that's indeed the time it takes for the Bloodthorns to take effect."

"Good! These warlocks can finally do something worthwhile! Now it's our time. Pass on my order: all warlocks at the front, prepare to attack in coordination with the legion! We must take Fontaine Palace before General Nara arrives!"

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"Fortress received, Fortress received. Encountered some obstruction, now resolved and out of Red Hill Woodland—estimated arrival at Crossroads in 12 minutes and 20 seconds. Please ensure the track is clear!"

The communications mage immediately ended the ritual and saluted Bridget, saying, "There's a new development in Fogmoon City."

“A violent spiritual fluctuation and obvious turbulence occurred on Tower Street. A large number of citizens’ souls were swept into the deep sea while they were still conscious, but there is no immediate danger to their lives.”

"However, a large-scale occult phenomenon has occurred within the St. Pantheon Academy. The messages transmitted by the Fontaine Palace sorcerers have been affected by the deep sea, and they have only learned key information such as 'blood thorns,' 'danger,' 'sun,' and 'spiritual creatures.'"

Brigitte frowned and said, "What's going on? Why are things always so bad in Mistmoon City!"

The Silver Mist Ranger beside her reminded her, "Miss, would you like to get out of the car to avoid danger? The car isn't going very fast right now."

Brigitte glared at her.

"We're already here, you think I'm going to get out and run away? Besides, can Bloodthorn even hurt me? The Hand of Transformation doesn't dare spread Bloodthorn out. If they were to spread Bloodthorn out of the Inner City District 5, do you believe the Empire would immediately withdraw its support against them?"

This is the truth.

Even with differing stances and conflicting interests, there is one point of consensus among the countries on the Chinese mainland:

We must never allow the deep sea to launch a counterattack against the material world.

Ansu's large-scale industrial plan back then created the "three gods of industry": "wastewater," "waste gas," and "waste residue." The Empire went so far as to send two saints to help Ansu solve the problem of the gods. One of the saints died without saying much.

The issue of deities is a bottom line for all nations, where the loss of one nation is as vital as the loss of its own.

Brigitte said anxiously, "What worries me more is what's going on with Santis and Sulph. She hasn't contacted us yet... Anyway, have the artillery from Red Hill Woods arrived?"

The communications mage's face lit up with excitement, and he clenched his fist, saying:

"The 6,000-strong 'Charles Domrémi' artillery division of the Morrol Legion has reached the high ground of Red Hill Woodland and can cover the area around Mistmoon City at any time."

Brigitte immediately became excited. Six thousand artillerymen, fifty thousand Morol Legion soldiers, twenty thousand border guards, plus the tactical toy fortress—she had never played such a big game before!

— Huff.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the damaged chassis and armor cracks of the Fortress, making Brigitte more alert.

The technical sergeants and armed sorcerers of the Fortress Armory section quickly took their positions, and various cannons began small-scale test firings. Six minutes later, as the train approached Fogmoon City, the four 36mm secondary cannons at the front adjusted their muzzles.

The cold wind blew through the dark muzzles of the cannons, then was left behind by the mobile fortress, blowing across the rails and continuing south, all the way to the Broken Gold River, stirring up waves that crashed against the shore.

Whoosh!

Steam-powered ironclad warships parted the waves, and dozens of ships were steadily docked at the port area's piers, where professional soldiers from the border defense corps, who had been preparing for a long time, were already getting ready to land.

Back in the flagship, Nara felt much more relaxed and asked, "How is the situation now?"

The adjutant immediately saluted and reported: "Colonel Constantine is concentrating his firepower on the Palace of Fontainebleau! And the Fortress has not yet arrived."

"I'm asking about the login status! We don't have time to waste!"

"Login in, everything is going smoothly..."

Before the adjutant could finish speaking, Nora heard a violent and noisy commotion coming from not far away.

Nora immediately got up and ran up to the deck to check, nearly suffering a cardiac arrest.

Of all times!

What are the Transforming Hand and Constantine doing?!

On the dock, a large crowd had gathered, led by a towering giant of Sequence 5, crowding the entire dock in front of the customs building. They were all holding guns and shields, and some had even picked up harpoons to protest.

The locals of Mistmoon City are indeed full of martial spirit.

The giant roared angrily, "Get out of the way! Let me have it!"

The protesting merchants and ship owners dispersed in front of the customs building, and soon a loud explosion was heard.

Several bundles of grenades tied together blew up the door of the customs building.

Alley threw down the grenade, then raised her javelin high, angrily shouting, "Fuck you Irises! Fuck you Sulph! Fuck you filthy soldiers! Give us back our ship! Give us back my thousand pounds!"

Chapter 429 Pursuit of the Exiles

The situation is completely out of control!

Nora looked out at the dock from the deck and was immediately annoyed by the mess on the dock.

At the port, hundreds of protesters formed several groups, shouting at each other and crowding together. More than thirty steam-powered wagons, laden with goods, had broken wheels and untethered, and were lying across the piers and streets, blocking one side.

Meanwhile, the border guard squad leader, who was urging them to disperse quickly, was arguing loudly across the carriage, and the tension was so high that a gunfight was almost about to break out.

Ellie roared angrily, "Either return the ship, or get out!"

Behind her, a dejected Tagan stood in the middle of the carriage, clutching a bomb, and cried out, "I'm going to self-destruct! None of us will survive!"

Jasmine flitted through the crowd, her mouth parched, and said, "Aren't we here to collect a debt?"

For a moment, the sounds of arguing, cursing, the sporadic sounds of bullets being chambered, and the tower's shameful cries mingled together.

Nora didn't even dare to fire on the dock.

Who knows what kind of weird stuff those merchants and adventurers have packed in their wagons? If a cannonball flies over and blows up the port, they'll never be able to land.

On the deck, Nara shouted angrily, "What is the Hand of Transformation doing?!"

"Reporting, General! Lord Clark of the Hand of Transformation says that Lord Omar Sera has gone missing. He just took over the affairs of the port..." The adjutant beside him said, sweating profusely, "General, I'll go and negotiate with those rebels right away."

"No time!" Nara objected. "Get the boat straight to the riverbank, disembark from the castle area, and be quick!"

"This..." The adjutant's eyes widened in surprise. Without thinking, he quickly notified all the ships.

—To simply abandon the project means to give up any way out.

However, the current situation is excellent; Constantine is already attacking Fontaine Palace. Judging from the light screen in the tower area, the warlocks must have foolishly released Bloodthorn, causing some kind of mystical illusion.

But it's good news for them.

Meanwhile, on the Ministry of the Interior's side, only Scarlett and her group were struggling to hold on; they definitely couldn't hold out for long against Constantine's offensive.

The golden iris banner representing the iris flower still stands at the Crossroads Station, but the Fortress has not arrived, and the Silver Knights and priests are merely putting up a last-ditch resistance around the station and Rose Corner.

The Morrol Legion is a great threat, but the sorcerers of Sazdive have already ascertained their movements, and once they arrive, Constantine will be able to conquer Fontaine Palace.

Hogier and Bloodwine's superhuman reinforcements were also intercepted by Sazdive in the west.

—It shouldn't be a big problem.

The adjutant made this judgment.

For Nora, this was theoretically true, but the gloomy weather always made her uneasy.

This situation—logically speaking, the desperate ruler of the Frozen Moon should have been aware of it.

From both a military and political perspective, given the inevitable defeat, her best course of action now is to withdraw from Mistmoon City and preserve her strength, just as she withdrew to Fontaine Palace.

She had heard that Scarlett Lane was neither a staunch supporter of the Society nor a patriot. Before being appointed Consul of the Brumaire, she had even been in frequent contact with the Constitutional Council and had a Silvercastle accent, supposedly acquired during her studies abroad.

Some gossip magazines even claimed that it was Miss Bonaparte, the Great Protector, who taught her this in bed at night.

The rumor was a bit far-fetched, but Nora could tell that Scarlett was not the kind of scoundrel who had picked up aristocratic vices and liked to shout about fighting to the death and causing everyone to die together.

Nora even suspected that the commotion at the port was orchestrated by her.

So what exactly is she waiting for?

port......

Nora was startled and immediately asked her adjutant, "How did Omar Sera disappear?"

The adjutant quickly led Nara to the communications office on the middle deck of the ship to find the communications sorcerer.

The communication warlocks were in groups of six, and there were only two groups in total. Communication was not frequent at this time, and several warlocks were taking a short nap with their eyes closed.

Nora immediately summoned a team leader for questioning.

The team leader was also puzzled: "Five minutes ago, Lord Omar brought a group of warlocks to the observatory to check on the Bloodthorns, saying that he had some business to attend to at the port, and then he never showed up again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the communications mage, who was holding a silver mirror, spoke a few words to the person in the mirror. His expression froze instantly, and he looked like a stone statue for a moment.

He took a deep breath before finding Nora and stammered, "A report from the astrologers at the observatory..."

"Speak quickly!"

Nora's unease grew stronger.

The warlock trembled and whispered, "There's no sign of Bloodthorn spreading in the Tower District... Most likely, most likely, the Bloodthorn ritual failed, and the mystical illusions appearing in the Tower District have nothing to do with Bloodthorn, General."

The warlock hadn't finished speaking.

Then another sound came from afar.

"Colonel Constantine's urgent telegram! The Cross District has completely fallen, the Fortress is entering the city, and Lord Santis is missing!"

Damn it.

No wonder Omar Serra has disappeared. He probably realized that the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

"Prepare to retreat."

Nora made a quick decision.

The adjutant was also quite shocked, but upon hearing those words, he was still in a daze, even thinking that he was hallucinating.

The communication sorcerers around were also bewildered.

[Liu Yinqi] One scar (>) Four] Siba Nara gritted her teeth and emphasized: "Notify all ships to cancel the mission and prepare for a full retreat! Don't you understand? Are you sending all 16,000 people to their deaths?!"

"Colonel Constantine."

"Make him surrender on the spot."

"But......"

“These are Nara Selassie’s orders. From the attack on Mistmoon City to the surrender, everything!”

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It's been a rare rainless day around Mistmoon City. Apart from the still oppressive overcast skies, the Red Hill Woodlands already have a refreshing scent after the downpour.

Rabbits occasionally darted through the bushes, followed closely by a thin wolf that crashed into a pine tree, startling a hibernating red squirrel awake.

This was also a rare good weather for Morol's artillery units.

If it doesn't rain, their artillery and ammunition will at least be less at risk of getting damp, and strong winds and heavy rain will also impair visibility.

In the artillery position, several artillerymen, with the help of armed sorcerers, were adjusting the firing parameters according to a detailed map of Mistmoon City, while soldiers behind them were carrying signal flares.

In a tent far behind, under the instigation of the officers and the siblings Shami and Sif, Shrike was gulping down wine.

"Your Excellency Shrike, thank you so much! Your arrival has created an information gap for us!"

"Have another drink!"

—Shrew, entrusted by Tia, arrived at Morrol Fortress ahead of time to independently mobilize the artillery. Therefore, the artillery units and the main force of the Morrol Legion arrived at Mistmoon City at different times.

This completely cut off Nara's army's retreat.

The artillery positions in the distance were ready, and a roar broke the silence of the Red Hill Woodland.

A red signal flare slowly rose, illuminating the entire sky.

Chapter 430 The Curtain Falls

At 4:2 PM on February 16, 536 AD, the battle at Fontaine Palace was raging. Constantine's vanguard, in coordination with the sorcerers of the Hand of Conversion, gradually gained the upper hand in the battle.