Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Galeazzo raised the scimitar in his hand towards the sky.

"Because we are the 'Mueland City Guard', our purpose of existence is to protect the safety of the citizens of Muirand from disasters. The expectations of the citizens have brought us together, the taxes of the citizens have brought us swords, and the support of the Grand Council has given us legal justice. We will set out and go to stop the conspiracy of the four major families. This is also our obligation as the city guard!

The Great Council is with us, the blessing of Alexander the Great is with us, tonight, the swords in our hands will cut through the darkness of Myrand, so that Myrand can be Myrand! "

The soldiers shouted together and pointed their weapons to the sky, as if pointing to victory.

……

"It's awesome!"

Regia and Galeazzo bumped fists.

"Well done, it seems you have made some progress."

Leopold and Galeazzo high-fived.

“The glib aspect has not changed.”

Margaret punched Galeazzo hard on the shoulder.

"Well... let's do something big tonight."

Charles looked rather helpless, and anyone could see that he really had nothing to say.

"Have you chosen a venue for the celebration?"

Giorgione asked.

"Drinking wine at Galeazzo's house, eating croquettes, and..."

“And play board games.”

So did Madeleine and François.

Looking at the lively scene over there, Lunicia could only turn her attention back to her two travel companions: "Why do we feel like we have nothing to do?"

"At least they can help share most of the troops of the four major families..."

"It won't make Luna too nervous."

"In fact, this is how it should be. After all, this is an internal issue of ours. We feel bad for dragging a few travelers into this." Leopold heard this and comforted them, "If you wish, you can still serve as the vanguard, but you must ensure your own safety."

Margaret de Dandro continued, "I have roughly confirmed it with the church."

"What did they say?" Charles came over from the side, "Did they issue a statement saying that they firmly support the decision of the four major families?"

"How is that possible? The four major families bribed them... not necessarily bribed... at least they persuaded some of the church's upper echelons. Except for the group that the 'Sword of Time' took to the front line, the patriarchs who stayed in Myuland finally decided to turn a blind eye to the actions of the four major families. This is also the reason why the cathedral was temporarily closed tonight. Some grassroots priests were sent to assist in Myuland's defense work - probably tonight we will see the priest group reinforce the northeast region - and some received leave notices. It is unlikely that the church will do anything."

The news that Margaret brought was neither good nor bad. She could not get help from the church, but it would not lead to a confrontation with the church. At least there was no temporary problem.

At this time, Galeazzo also came over and said, "Everyone go and take a rest. The battle will start on time tonight. It's better to make sure you are in peak condition... I also need to take a nap."

Lunicia nodded, and then asked: "But, Mr. Galezo, are you really okay?"

"What's the problem?"

"That's right, doing something like this...does seem to be similar to rebellion."

Galeazzo was stunned for a moment, but Leopold took over the conversation and replied, "Not really. Once the affairs of the four major families are exposed, it will turn into an unprecedented scandal. No matter whether it is the original neutral faction or the faction opposed to the four major families, they will definitely choose to use this as an opportunity to attack the four major families. If their supporters do not want to draw fire, it is best to remain silent. We, the companions, are not completely powerless. At least it is not difficult to protect Galeazzo himself. Of course, after doing this kind of thing, the position of the commander of the city guard is lost, and the possibility of being guarded or excluded is not low. It can only be said that his life is safe."

"So what, Captain." Gallezio chuckled. "It's better than being pointed at and told, 'This is an incompetent officer who sacrificed an innocent girl to save his own life.'"

Chapter 61 Day 3: Court Opening

The soldiers stationed in the northeast area were training, patrolling, and keeping alert as usual, while also fighting off the monsters that had recently appeared during the day. Everything seemed normal, as if nothing had happened in the morning.

The rest of the people from the "Murand Young Officers Club" were missing, only Leopold and Galezo stayed in the Northeast District, waiting for further developments. Before the afternoon, the reinforcements from the Guards Division and the Alexandria Church had arrived and announced that they would temporarily accept Galezo's command. It was only then that Lunisia suddenly realized that the group of priests she saw rushing out of the cathedral on the third day of the "last time" were actually the reinforcement team for the Northeast District. It was just that the changes in the Northeast District were not as serious as they are now, so they did not receive the news until the evening and lined up to set off.

Lunicia and her group were also among the "missing" ones - these three female tourists seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth for this city. No one cared what they were doing, and no one had the ability to care about their current situation. At least this time, they were strangers in the eyes of the city, dancing in an unknown alley.

The Guards Division blocked the entry and exit roads of Muirand. The first batch of passengers could still enter the city of Muirand, but the second batch of passengers could only stay temporarily in the villages and towns around Muirand. The reason was "due to military exercises, the main roads were blocked for one day." Considering that they could still enter the city tomorrow, no one would choose to offend the Guards Division because of such a thing. On the top of the "isolated city" Geisenberg Fortress, Marshal Sandria was silent, just overlooking everything under his feet in silence.

Francesco Stuart paced back and forth in the empty conference room. He seemed to have figured something out, but also seemed to have figured nothing out. He repeatedly tried to open his mouth and say something to someone who didn't exist in front of him, but in the end he just remained silent and couldn't say a word. Success or failure did not depend on him, nor did it have anything to do with him. He was just a small grain of sand caught in the storm, without the power to express himself. The final result or the benefits after the result were things he didn't need to care about. Myolander's tomorrow was a real concept, but he couldn't touch it, that's all.

Dominic de Howard shook the wine glass in his hand, and the red wine left its own shallow marks on the glass wall again and again. From the top of the tall building, he could overlook every street corner of the city of Muirand, but he was not interested in those things. He just turned over the divination cards in front of him again and again - the pattern on the card had been determined and would not change. This was something everyone knew. No matter how many times he turned it over, fate remained the same.

In the deserted basement, Ludovit Byron sat quietly in a corner of the room, looking at the exquisite gold-decorated pistol in his hand, playing with it repeatedly, thinking about questions that no one knew.

Pietro Stuart followed his uncle, and the two of them strolled through the magnificent underground noble tombs of Muirand. There was no lingering stench of corpses here. Instead, the air was filled with the smell of ointments and incense, as if this was not a cemetery, but the bedroom of an old noble. Wandering here would not determine anything. This kind of thing could not maintain the dignity of the dead, nor could it prevent these tombs from being filled with newly transported bones day after day.

Where is Linearo de Stoke? No one knows where he is, after all, he has rarely appeared in front of outsiders. Only those guards who are closest to him know that he is now standing in the deepest part of the underground of the Alexandria Cathedral, on the altar where it is still too early for the ceremony to begin, looking down at the empty space below, with his chin raised and no words spoken.

Somewhere unknown, a black-haired girl soaked her body in a bath full of roses, as if she could wash away all her troubles with the warm water and the bright red petals. Of course, this was impossible. The black gauze curtain hanging from the canopy made the bathroom look like a tomb. Perhaps it was true. This place was not originally prepared for the living, but a vortex for the dead to wash away their troubles. However, for the girl, this kind of thing was useless. Her troubles would not be reduced, but would only become more and more, becoming a vortex of depression that surged from her mind.

From here, the red half-dragon cannot be seen.

Or maybe it's better this way, if we separate the two of us with a door that will never be opened, then no one will feel pain. What happened before, just treat it as a dream that you will forget when you wake up. Isn't it normal to be happy in a dream? Even if it is a short dream that will be broken when you wake up and forgotten when it is broken.

The second hand slides slowly, leading the minute hand and pulling the hour hand. In an atmosphere that is either quiet or noisy, peaceful or dangerous, the sky gradually turns from white to black, and time turns from day to night, and into the last night, the night of waltz.

"let's start."

The words of Galezo de Barbacro were heard in the originally silent communication channel.

call out----

The flare, flashing bright red light, shot straight into the sky from the center of the Civic Square.

"What happened? Did you just--"

Looking at the dazzling light that suddenly rose up, the soldier of the Imperial Guard Division had no time to ask anything before he was hit in the face by a rifle butt from a city guard soldier beside him. He felt dizzy and before he could even shout or ask, or even figure out what was going on, he was hit several more times and fell unconscious. His companions also received basically the same treatment. After being knocked unconscious, they were tied together with ropes and tied to the pillars on the roadside.

The city guard soldiers who took action did not say much, just nodded to each other in confirmation, and then quickly ran to the location designated in the battle plan.

Not every place was as smooth as this one. In those places where the Guards Division put up fierce resistance, the sound of gunfire and swords breaking through the air could be heard from time to time. Some people were injured, and some were stabbed in the heart and throat by a sword when they couldn't stop themselves. The blood of the City Guard soldiers mixed with the blood of the Guards Division soldiers, and it was impossible to tell which belonged to one side and which belonged to the other - they all looked like ordinary scarlet.

"This is Midlaina." The originally leisurely female voice became a little tougher. "The city gate has been suppressed. We will hold on here until the battle is over."

"This is Jian. Sandria may attack you at any time, so please be careful."

"Don't worry, we can't feel his presence here. He is probably doing the garrison work under the Cathedral of Alexandria, just as those girls said. He has no time to come here." Pulling the spear off the head of the Guards Division soldier nearby, Midlaina glanced at the city gate being reinforced and sealed below, "Hasn't Galezo started yet?"

"It will begin soon. Once the operation enters the final stage, please evacuate the city gate in time."

"Do you want to blow it up?"

"Pre-set the explosion in advance and detonate it after evacuation - to ensure that the enemy reinforcements cannot rush up immediately."

"clear."

"This is Shire. The enemy resistance here on the West Side Pedestrian Street is very fierce. Let alone suppressing them, we are about to be suppressed instead."

"Your tone is quite leisurely."

"Ah, I've been seen through. I can still hold on for a while, but what should I do next?"

"Lead them to the northeast area. If that's not possible, at least keep them away from the core combat area. Reinforcements will arrive later."

"Then I'll look forward to it."

Such conversations have not stopped since the battle began, and no matter what the battle situation is in other places, it cannot interfere with the Alexandria Cathedral area, which is called the "core combat area". As the intelligence shows, there is no one here now. Not only is the guard booth empty, but the spacious lobby in the cathedral is also empty. The staff and priests have lost their traces. They are probably resting at home or have firmly closed the door to the dormitory area. Thanks to the preparations of the clergy sent by the four major families, this place has now almost completely become the territory of the Muland City Guard, and every entrance to the underground area has been surrounded.

"I have said everything I needed to say this morning. I have nothing to say now."

Galeazzo weighed the scimitar in his hand and pulled down the visor on his helmet. Beside him, in addition to the soldiers of the city guard and the close friends of the Young Officers Club, there was also the initiator of everything, the Paladin Lunicia and her group. Each of them was fully armed and ready for battle, waiting for Galeazzo's order.

"The battle situation in other areas will not be very optimistic, but nowhere can compare to ours - the underground is only the most heavily defended part of the entire city, and all the elite troops mobilized by the four major families are there." He chuckled and continued, "The tactic is the simplest and most direct frontal breakthrough. The combat goal is only one, to destroy the ceremony and come back alive."

No one gave an answer. The eyes, expressions and tense bodies of the people around were the best answers that could replace words.

"The battle begins!"

……

The sounds of explosions and gunfire are only amplified exponentially in underground areas.

For ordinary soldiers, firearms are more secure than swords. They have the advantage of distance and do not require much strength or long-term training to exert combat effectiveness. They are very suitable for ordinary people who are not good at basic skills and have not become professionals. However, this is only relative. In front of those powerful professionals, the lethality of ordinary firearms is not more noteworthy than arrows. I am afraid that only the most elite sniper rifles of the Steel Leviathan can hope to penetrate the defense of professionals. Moreover, the lethality of arrows depends on the archer himself. The power of firearms is generally attributed to the amount of powder in the bullet, and there is no possibility of further improvement.

Therefore, with the help of other soldiers to restrain her, Lunicia was able to act more flexibly.

Ordinary soldiers responsible for close combat would not be able to raise their heads under the fire suppression, and the soldiers with guns in their hands would be completely unable to aim at the nimble figure. It was obviously a white knight in heavy armor, but it could only leave a series of afterimages in the auxiliary sight. Even if they were lucky enough to hit the opponent by strafing, the bullets hitting the white giant sword as heavy as a shield would at most splash a few bright sparks, and the impact force brought by the gunpowder could not even make the opponent's wrist tremble.

What happened next was that the enemy quickly approached him, and he had to choose one of several ways to die.

If possible, Lunisia did not want to kill anyone. The other party might have come forward to protect Myulande's safety and raised his weapon to attack her, but she had more things to worry about. The time when the ceremony started, the safety of the sacrifice itself, and the friendly forces behind her who provided support. The two sides were now in a state of life and death. This state would only end because of the failure of the ceremony and would not change due to other reasons. Or perhaps the failure of the ceremony could not stop this hostility, so even if she respected the other party, she could not hesitate to swing the sword.

Both sides are fighting for the future of Muirand, both sides have their own reasons, and neither can convince the other.

"Ella!"

"What's wrong, Lady Luna?"

Ella Hepper was more adept than Lunicia. Her figure was like a purple butterfly that flashed freely in the enemy camp. Every time she flapped her wings, enemy soldiers would fall down. It was hard to tell whether she was a mage or an assassin.

"And Ashley too."

"Ashe is listening."

As for Ashethelin, she seemed to have no intention of stepping into the same front position as Lunicia. She had been standing behind Lunicia, using invisible crossbow arrows to snipe those soldiers who wanted to make small moves, such as throwing explosives and casting spells. It seemed that the pressure was almost entirely borne by Lunicia herself, and Ashethelin was the most idle one in the entire team.

"Next, we will soon enter Rose's search range, and she will definitely rush out to preemptively strike!"

Just like what happened last time, the enemy knocked Lunicia down with an incredibly fast attack without any preparation, and severely injured her to the point where she had to leave the battle line. Considering the existence of that incredibly strong dragonborn, the next short journey must not be as relaxed as before.

"need any help?"

After putting three arrows on the bowstrings at the same time and shooting them out at the same time, three soldiers from the Imperial Guard Division fell down. Regia, who seemed to be doing it with ease, asked this question.

"Well... no need."

"Then I will continue to support Galezo. Come on, guys."

Although this means that the fighting force that can fight against Rose is once again reduced to Lunicia, Ella and Ashcelin, this is not a bad thing - it seems that in order to prevent the possible impact of the abnormal movement in the Northeast District, in addition to the part of the Guard Division troops sent to the Northeast District to assist in defense, the underground of the Cathedral has also mobilized a lot more troops than "last time". If Lunicia and her group failed to get the assistance of the city guard, then I am afraid that the soldiers stationed here alone can delay Lunicia and her group.

Even now, they kept coming from other parts of the underground area. It seemed that the knockdown of their companions did not shake their morale, but instead made them furious. In this way, the City Guard became the party suppressed from both sides, and only relied on several powerful professionals from the Young Officers Club to avoid defeat.

If they could completely delay the reinforcements, it would be a good thing for Lunicia and her group. At least in this way, they could focus entirely on one thing.

That is how to defeat the evil dragon.

Chapter 62 Day 3: Judgment

The sounds seemed to recede from the surroundings, and the colors seemed to fade with them.

The fighting is still going on. The elite troops of the city guard have at most occupied the main road of the underground area and forced the armies of the four major families into the branches. This is far from the concept of completely suppressing them. This is already a very impressive result. At least temporarily, the four major families and the city guard have indeed formed a stalemate. No one has been able to suppress the other, and no one has the energy to interfere with what will happen next.

The huge round hall surrounded by columns was strangely silent because there was no fighting. The sounds of explosions, shouts, and weapons clashing all came from behind, from the road leading to the surface outside the gate. In front was the last holy land belonging to the four major families. The guards who had not received the order to attack stayed there, and together with the garrison marshal, they ensured the safety of the representatives of the four major families.

No one believed that with the presence of the Garrison Marshal, the other party could really disrupt the ceremony - the reason why the Garrison Marshal was not allowed to take action at the beginning was, on the one hand, to hide his existence. As long as the Garrison Marshal was not actually witnessed participating in the matter, the reputation of the Guards Division would hardly be affected by those groundless rumors; on the other hand, of course, it was because of the existence of Rose, Rose Fa Alarriel.

"——To put it simply, it's because of me~"

no respond.

Similarly, no one would question this judgment.

Perhaps she instinctively realized that a surprise attack was useless, so this time, the girl named Rose stood in front of the group openly, without any intention of hiding her presence. From a tactical perspective, this behavior can only be called stupid and reckless. It was impossible to seize the initiative in the battle, and it would inevitably have a great impact on the rhythm of the subsequent battle. At least, her figure was exposed to the eyes of the three people, and it was impossible for her to gain an advantage from the first attack launched before she even showed her face.

But no one would blame her for this - it's simple, she doesn't need such "cleverness" at all.

She just stood there with a smile on her face, showing a posture that had nothing to do with fighting. The whole underground seemed to tremble with it, whether it was the air, bricks, blood, light, shadows or the few remaining creatures. Was it out of fear? Fear of power, fear of violence, fear of injury, fear of death, or something else?

For example, as a natural submission of the lower to the higher, an ancient tradition that is deeply rooted in the blood and unknown to the public? If we ignore the reality, this is simply nonsense - who would bow down to a dragonborn, kiss the back of her hand, the tip of her toes? Just because she has scales on her wrists, horns on her head, and narrow vertical pupils?

This kind of trembling was the first time for Lunicia to experience it. "Last time", she was almost unconscious before she even had the chance to see Rose's face clearly, let alone directly feeling the power from Rose fa Alarriel. If Ella could retain her memory of the last time, she would be very impressed. After all, apart from Ashetherin, who was not sensitive to things like "momentum", she was the person who had fought with Rose the most.

"What's going on with this aura? She looks so relaxed..."

Lunicia could only brace herself and hold the giant sword in front of her. The strength required to hold the 150-kilogram giant sword horizontally was only one thousandth of the strength required to stand firmly in front of Rose. This had nothing to do with willpower. You can try to imagine the feeling of diving into the deep sea. Even if you are not afraid of the helplessness of falling into the abyss, the body still has to bear the pressure brought by the sea water itself. The current situation is similar to this. In the face of that kind of almost tangible oppression, just to keep your feet from going weak and your hands from shaking, you need to infuse both mental and physical strength at the same time.

Otherwise, the act of "fighting" would simply not be possible.

"..."

Ashethelin, who was supposed to explain something, was unusually silent at this moment, so that Lunicia and Ella could not help but look back at her. Ashethelin's face was now between expression and no expression. She seemed to have thought of something, but she seemed to have not figured it out completely, so she showed a bit of confusion. It seemed that she did not understand why this happened, why an ordinary dragonborn who seemed not even a professional would exude such an oppressive force.

She did not reach the legendary or near-legendary status as a professional. This could be seen from her performance. There was no sign of professional training on her. "Repose" was, after all, a rapier, not a rare and strange weapon. Basically, all professions that excelled in close combat knew how to use it. But the way she held the sword did not seem any more sophisticated than holding a fire stick.

Everything about her seemed so strange and out of tune with her surroundings. She was like an isolated island. The ebb and flow of the tide could only affect her own existence. It was ultimately unable to create a shallow sandbar between her and the world.

"I'm not in a good mood today, so I won't give you time to say your last words—"

As if she had made up her mind, Lunicia said, "Wait a minute, Rose."