As a commander, I will never meet a heavy female ship girl

"Lord Clemenceau has ordered that you be taken back by force..." Horrible sigh.

"But obviously that's not possible, right?"

"Yes, so, before we left, the Bishop gave an order, bypassing Monsieur Clemenceau."

"Oh?"

"Arthas." Horrible looked at the blue-haired girl sitting in the first row.

"Hmph." Miss War Angel looked at her sister with a frosty face.

"Come here," she said.

"Lord Arthas, I am not your subordinate now." Burgundy laughed, admiring the way Arthas clenched his fist and then slowly released it.

"You haven't been expelled yet." Ke Horrible coughed lightly.

Arthas stood up, and the metal handrail beside her was deformed by her pinch.

"I really don't know why the bishop gave this to you... a sinner." She walked towards Burgundy step by step.

"Forget it, let me do it." Horrible sighed and walked towards Arthas.

"No, I must do it," Arthas said. "This is my mission."

The war angel walked up to Burgundy.

Although the mask covered Arthas' eyes, the Baroness could still clearly smell the anger in those eyes.

"You should pay for your actions." She said coldly.

"When the Theocracy was reduced to humiliation, you remained in the archives like me, Lord War Angel."

"That's all in the past."

"Yeah, so you're just going to reconcile with those betrayers as a matter of course? Please, I wasn't the one who abandoned my homeland and fled when the building collapsed."

"I don't believe you don't understand, Duke of Burgundy. If you don't protect yourself, Iris will lose its last bargaining chip. And now, the Theocracy still needs every bit of strength."

"Ah, it seems that you, Lord War Angel, are not very clear-headed. First of all, the Bishop didn't say anything to me, and secondly, there is nothing I can do now."

"Besides..." Burgundy's voice grew colder. "Even so, we haven't settled accounts with all our former enemies yet."

"Ahem." Kebo interrupted the two of them.

"We'll have plenty of time to settle these matters after the war against the Sirens is over. However, those culprits have now become the dust of history."

"Whatever you say, I'm just an ordinary knight." Burgundy withdrew his lava-filled gaze.

Arthas slammed a banner to the ground, cracking it.

"What a generous gesture." Burgundy was surprised.

"For the Republic?" She looked at Arthas.

Arthas didn't want to look at this man again.

"Well, the bishop hopes that you can still go back to your hometown to take a look."

"When we return home, holding the battle flag..." Burgundy chuckled. "That's not a scene you might want to see."

"Perhaps, but in any case, the Lord is with you and me, Miss Burgundy."

"I will tell the Republic." Burgundy easily pulled up the battle flag.

Then he turned and walked towards the door.

"I hope the bishop's decision will not be wrong." Horrible sighed.

Arthas had already left the hall.

"Don't worry, the bishop has never missed a thing." Mogador was very optimistic.

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"People may become stupid due to their age, but Kanmusu won't."

"Yeah." Horrible waved his hand, "Notify Leon, we should prepare to leave."

"Okay." Mogador smiled. "Arthas, would you like to enjoy afternoon tea?"

"I'm going back to Brest soon."

no respond.

Mogador sighed, "Really? Why are they all like this?"

"Then it seems I can only go by myself..."

As Mogador left the church, the place became quiet.

Burgundy soon found Republic waiting outside the principal's office.

"Done?" Republic sat on the waiting chair at the door and noticed that Burgundy had a long pole in his hand.

However, judging from the way she turned the pages of the book, the girl seemed somewhat uneasy at the moment.

"Yes." Burgundy nodded, "There's a delivery for you."

"?" The Republic looked at Burgundy in confusion.

Miss Knight shook the long pole in her hand.

"This is it!" Republic stood up in surprise.

But her first reaction was not to look closely, but to step back in fear.

"I, this, I can't... This is too valuable!"

"It's the bishop's choice, and if you don't accept it, I'm in a difficult position."

"This..." Republic was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"I'm not worthy of..."

"There's no such thing as worthy or unworthy." Burgundy took a step forward, and the Republic took a step back.

Eventually, he was forced into a corner.

Republic squatted down in fear and hugged herself.

"I, I can't pick it up... Even if I pick it up, it will... break again."

"You're a lot better than you think, Republic."

"Besides, you are my Burgundy sister." The Baroness shouted softly and pulled the blonde lady up from the ground.

"You are the most advanced battleship in the Theocracy. No one is worthy of you."

"Having endured so much pain and become so strong, you deserve to take up the flag that belongs to you: the Republic."

"Yes……"

"If you think this is not what you deserve, then you should pick it up. It will provide guidance for all those who are lost."

Republic pursed his lips.

Burgundy held his hands flat.

The two of them were in the middle of the corridor.

The setting sun pierced through the clouds and spread between the two of them.

Even the swaying shadows of the trees avoided the sacred flag in their hands.

The battle flag is unfurled and fluttering in the wind.

The tricolor battle flag with the Cross of Lorraine in its center fluttered in the corridor.

In the plain corridor, light and shadow interweave to create a fleeting bloom of irises.

The Republic stood in the shadows with its hands folded.

Driven by will, the stigmata climbed onto Burgundy's hand.

"I, the Countess of Burgundy, am here to ask you this question in the name of the Lord, on behalf of the Cardinal."

"Republic, are you determined to take over this flag?"

"I..." The Republic wanted to just say "yes."

But she found that she still couldn't do it.

"I'm kneeling on the ground, bearing our sins..." The Republic thought sadly.

But when he met Burgundy's strange eyes, he could no longer let himself go.

"I finally have everything I have now, carrying the expectations of others. This time, can I still retreat?

If they can't even take over this flag, they will be very disappointed.

I can’t let anyone down anymore…”

Burgundy stared at her, waiting for her answer.

"I am not righteous," the Republic whispered.

"But I believe that I, and we, don't need God's blessing anymore."

"I am willing to give everything for the people I love and the things I cherish. This is not imposed by fate, nor is it a grace bestowed by anyone..."

"I will walk along the light, not straying from it, and will not allow darkness to overtake us. I have taken it, and am the standard-bearer. Those who stand by my side, whom I protect, will not abide in darkness."

Burgundy smiled, "You will create a pure heart and an upright spirit."

“God has not given you a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.”

“Above all else, guard your heart, for out of it flow the issues of life.”

"Yes."

The Republic walked into the sunset light, slowly stretched out his hand, and grasped the flagpole with a slight tremor.

There is a sacred inscription, slowly lighting up from bottom to top——

You have experienced suffering yourself, so you naturally know how to comfort others.

The people who sat in darkness have seen a great light; those who sat in the region and shadow of death, upon them has light suddenly dawned.

Chapter 151 Slava

"Finally, it's here!"

"bump!"

"Ouch!"

Columbus rushed forward with z42.

"Quack! Saint Mary, save me!"

The lantern quickly hooked Columbus's cloak.

But how can a lantern bear the weight of two people?

Columbus held the z42 tightly in his arms, then closed his eyes and mouth, preparing to be baptized by the snow.

"Snap!" A slender hand stretched out and suddenly grabbed the lantern.

"You Sardinians are always so reckless in doing things." The visitor seemed helpless.

"Hey...?" Columbus opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was two feet leaving the ground.

"Ah, ah, ah!" She struggled suddenly. "No, don't grab my cloak!"

"Bang!" The man loosened his grip and she fell into the snow as she wished.

But he was kind enough to help her up and prevent her from falling completely.

Columbus slowly turned around and was startled again.

Blonde hair, dressed in the style of a Northern Alliance admiral, with a gold star on his shoulder, wearing accessories similar to medals, and a capable and dashing aura...

"Ah! Miss S, Miss Slava?!" It's simply because her 406mm main gun is a little too "deeply rooted in people's hearts."

"I've told you so many times, call me Guangrong! And what's wrong with you, wait a minute." Guangrong frowned when he saw the z42 in Columbus' arms.

"Hypothermia..." She pulled Columbus up, "Come with me, tell me how she became like this."