Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

"Sir, what are you doing..."

"Can't you see? If we continue like this, there's no way we'll be able to get in!"

This stalemate made him feel irritated.

Leopold has gone to the front line, responsible for boosting morale, bestowing blessings and treating the wounded. Although he claims to have cut off ties with the church, he is, after all, a professionally trained priest of order. Even if he cannot be relied upon for direct combat, his presence can ease the pressure on the front line. However, this is not a long-term solution: Leopold's energy will be exhausted, and if the war situation continues to deteriorate, the number of wounded will only increase again and again until it exceeds the most dangerous limit. He must find a way to do something to improve the current situation.

Galeazzo put almost all the pressure on himself.

He did not think that the leak of the Northeast District was related to Lunisia and her group's "talking about such an important thing only now". Those outsider girls did not need to take any responsibility for this. After all, they were really just outsiders, who were involved out of kindness, religious and personal goodwill.

As the top person in charge of the Northeast region, he is the one who should reflect the most. He believes that he is at least half responsible for the current situation, and the four major families bear the rest. That's why he ordered Jian to occupy the radio tower, not only to declare war and calm the citizens, but also to apologize to those citizens who were let down, hurt, and suffered losses by him.

That's why he had to pick up the scimitar in his hand, not only to stay in the rear as the commander-in-chief, but also to rush to the front line. Only by being at the front line could he succeed, as this was his inevitable destiny.

"Leopold!"

"Why are you here too? What about the command?"

"At the same time, what's the situation now?"

"The artillery and heavy machine guns are blocking our positions. We cannot break through this position for the time being."

"no problem?"

"What could be the problem?"

"You should know that if you take action, it will be a signal that the battle is moving to the next stage. Miss Lunicia and the others will take action, and the other side will also send out stronger combat forces. It won't be as simple as playing house like now."

"...Of course I know about this kind of thing!"

I know, I know, I understand quite well, but so what. The ceremony is about to begin, but now our side has not even touched the edge of the cathedral, and is still fighting with the Guards Division in the nearby streets. There is no way out at all, right? If too much time is wasted here, the next part will only become more troublesome. After all, this level of offensive and defensive battle is nothing compared to the front of the Alexandria Cathedral, which is enough to give people a headache just by looking at the terrain. The square with plenty of room for artillery positions, the winding bushes and ambushes, and the corridor that almost does not allow outflanking and detours and can only be broken through from the front, no matter which one is like a nightmare for the attacker.

Looking up, the sky was getting darker and darker.

The street lights on both sides of the street flickered and lit up one by one, tinging both sides of the road with a reassuring white light. It was just not very clear now that it was not completely dark. However, no matter who saw this scene, they would understand that it was not far from nightfall. An established rule, a timekeeping method that did not require a clock, made the young man draw his scimitar, lower his body, and concentrate all his strength to pay attention, analyze, and think about the possibility of a breakthrough.

Boom boom boom boom————!

Those constant noises make people feel more frightened than annoyed.

After all, that was the roar of a 20mm machine gun when it was rotating. Those things that the Guards Division had brought from somewhere were enough to make any city garrison soldier give up the idea of ​​attacking - who could charge with that kind of thing? Galeazzo would not be a chargeman for such a thing. After all, he advocated bravery, but that did not mean he would let his soldiers die without thinking. That thing could easily tear apart iron plates, and as long as it rubbed against bricks and stones, it could create a flawless and terrifying round hole. If it hit a human body, an ordinary person would explode with just one shot. No ordinary soldier could charge in front of the machine gun, and it was even difficult to maintain morale.

The heavy firepower squadron is currently engaged in a bombardment with the artillery positions of the Guards Division, while also taking into account the task of breaking through the defense line. There is no way to count on them for the time being. In other words, the only person who can be relied on is Galezo de Barbacro himself.

How can I overcome my fear of the loud noise that tears the air apart?

This is the kind of question that anyone must think about when facing such amazing heavy firepower. If you are a little closer, the loud noise alone can deafen people. It may not be very effective against the upper-level strong, but for those soldiers and low-level professionals who are still considered mortals, it is an absolute killer. But Galezo has never thought about this question. His mind is empty and he has no fear at all, so naturally he can't retreat in front of the iron rain of bullets.

After all, what does this kind of thing count for? It's just a man-made killing weapon. Galezo doesn't think that the scimitar in his hand is inferior to it - this scimitar made of dragon ribs can split the scales of mythical creatures and can be held up to the stronger ones as a proof of challenge. The so-called "modern firearms" from the lost world, what else can they do except bully ordinary soldiers and the weak?

In his opinion, this kind of scene was not even in the top ten in terms of danger. How was it compared to being ambushed and surrounded? How was it compared to charging head-on at the evil god's followers who were taller than a building? It was nothing, wasn't it?

So his steps were still flexible, and his legs were full of explosive power without trembling or weakness. Even if the whistling iron rain brushed past him, he remained calm. As long as he was not timid, what could the opponent do to him? By tapping his heels against each other, he could gain twice the speed as before. He was proud of charging, and in this not-so-narrow occasion, he made full use of his advantages. His tortuous steps repeatedly made it impossible for the crossfire net to catch him, and only swept a deep pit with white smoke on the ground, splashing a mist of brick and stone debris.

It felt like going back to the past, back to Hill 301 - wasn't it done like this? Raising the flag, shouting, charging forward fearlessly in the poisonous rain of filth and magic, doing it every time, and winning every time, because every time I firmly believed that I was on the side of justice, wasn't it?

Behind him was everything of Muirand, the city on the mountaintop guarded by his ancestors.

“He’s too fast!”

"Think of a way and aim!"

"You can't hit it at all!"

"Cover him with a web of fire!"

"Can't catch it!"

Those exclamations sounded so familiar, just like what I heard every time I rushed to the enemy's defense line, those surprised shouts from the evil god's followers, those fish-headed monsters couldn't understand what gave the man in front of them such courage, made him fearless, made him move quickly, and made him move forward. Those fish-headed guys couldn't understand, but you obviously could understand, because you were doing the same thing as him, but you didn't choose to use all your strength to protect Muland, but to use all your strength to protect the sacrifice that you were about to offer, right? From this perspective, what's the difference between you and those fish-headed guys?

All the observer could see was an afterimage, a shadow dragged out by the rapid speed. The heavy machine gun had sufficient to excessive firepower, but the price was a decrease in flexibility. Perhaps it could be easily turned with the help of a mechanism, but if it relied solely on manpower, those low-level professionals with insufficient arm strength would not be able to operate the two devices flexibly. Even if most of the recoil was distributed to the foundation, it would be difficult for them to ensure that they could fire and lock on at the same time, aiming and shooting at the figure that was so fast that it was difficult to catch.

"you--!"

The guards reacted immediately and removed the shield used to protect against stray bullets from the side of the machine gun. Thinking that speed and strength were not linked, he held up the shield, hoping that the iron block that could easily block rifle fire could withstand the blow and buy time for the machine gunner on the other side.

"too slow!"

However, this idea is somewhat naive.

I clearly didn't see the other person raise his hand at all. When I came to my senses, my head had somehow flown into the air, and I could easily see that my body seemed to be missing something.

The guards, observers, loaders, machine gunners, the small team gathered here, had almost no time to do anything, and their heads were chopped off in that instant.

The blood rained down, but it could not touch the fleeting figure. The iron rain poured down from another machine gun instantly covered the area, tearing the barbed wire apart, and shooting the unused machine gun into a pool of useless scrap metal. Finally, it hit the ammunition box nearby. With a loud noise and flames, the impact of the explosion knocked several soldiers of the Guards Division not far away to the ground. Many were stabbed or even killed by the shrapnel, but the figure, the gray-white shadow of death mixed in the wind, snow and flames, was still not seen.

The next moment, the machine gun stopped working.

The machine gunner was cut in half, the guard who was on high alert had his shoulders cut off from a strange angle, the observer lost half of his head, and the standard military armor could not stop the sharp blade of the "White Jaw". Almost none of them left a complete body.

The culprit would not have mercy, and he had no intention of apologizing in his mind, even though he knew that the other party also wanted to protect Mulande. They were enemies, and this was a battlefield. If you were prepared to kill, you should also be prepared to be killed. If there were any exceptions, it would be those who were not in the battlefield at all. Those miserable figures who were caught in the smoke of gunpowder by a sad fate, how pathetic it was, so pathetic that they were unwilling to swing their blades just thinking about it.

Those well-trained soldiers realized what was happening almost immediately, but they knew clearly what to do. They also raised their machine rifles and standard cold weapons, but no one took the next step. Their fingers trembled on the triggers, and their sword-holding hands looked hesitant. It was so ridiculous, so ridiculous that Galezo didn't even want to look at them twice. He just tore off the blood-stained cloth embroidered with the Muland emblem from the corpse beside him.

The Imperial Guards Division should be a place where elite soldiers gather, but it seems that not every grassroots soldier has the same quality. Have those substitute soldiers not seen what a real battle is for too long, so that they have forgotten who they are and where they are now?

Let Sandria worry about this kind of thing.

All Galeazzo had to do was to wrap the blood-stained cloth around the spear that had fallen to the side and raise it high, holding it high in front of everyone's eyes, just as he had done before, just as he had done countless times.

"Charge with me!"

Once again, once again, for Myurand.

It was so in the past and it will be so in the future.

Chapter 76: Chaos

"City Police...?"

After a moment's silence, Linearo de Stock asked again.

Rather than saying it was a rhetorical question or a confirmation, it would be better to say that he was simply expressing his confusion. After all, his expression and demeanor, every aspect of it showed that he could not quite understand what was happening below.

"Yes, the report said they were soldiers of the City Guard, and the commander of the City Guard also made a speech on the radio..."

Dominicula thought for a moment and then said, "Commander, is it the 'Babacro Boy'?"

"Yes. It was Galeazzo de Barbacro himself."

This answer made the four people near the altar look at each other in bewilderment. No one spoke for a moment, and they all seemed to be thinking about this unexpected situation. Only Ludovit looked a little absent-minded, still staring at the direction of the altar.

Even here, they could still hear the gunshots and rumbles of artillery fire from below. They had originally thought that they were suppressing the monsters that had broken out of the northeastern area, just like they had done the previous two days, but now they found that it was not the case. As for the declaration of war against them on the radio, they knew nothing about it until they received the report from their subordinates. After all, they were discussing the aftermath and had no time to pay attention to the evacuation notices that were constantly circulating on the radio, so they naturally could not have known about it in the first place.

Pietro turned to Domenicu and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Domenicu?"

"Since they have officially declared war, we will fight them as they wish."

"What is your opinion, Mr. Lineiro?"

"Well...let Rose go out."

He only hesitated for a moment before giving the order.

"Are you sure you want to do this now, sir?" Dominiku was stunned for a moment, and asked back: "The situation can still be maintained. If we let her take action under such circumstances, for her personally..."

"What does it matter to her?"

Linearo's expression remained unchanged, and he looked completely unfazed.

"She has something to say... so what?"

"..."

Dominic opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't continue speaking. He just smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and then stepped aside.

Pietro said again: "Mr. Liniero's opinion is not unreasonable. They have already attacked the cathedral, which proves that they have also sent out professionals, perhaps Galeazzo himself. In this case, there is nothing wrong with letting Miss Rose take action."

The low-level professionals could not break through the defenses on the streets. The actual rulers of Myuland knew very well what kind of firepower the city guard had. Since things did not develop like that, it proved that they were the first to break the balance of combat power. In this case, Lineiro was too lazy to consider any confrontation on the same level and simply let the legendary strongmen at hand overwhelm them, which would only make the night more troublesome.

It's not that they don't have professionals at the same level as Galezzo, but most of them stay in the second half of the defense line to ensure that there will be no accidents during the ceremony. If Galezzo chooses to concentrate his strength to break through, this defensive measure may not be able to stop his desperate assault. After all, he is a warrior who excels in charge and speed. Unless the mage makes arrangements in advance, it will be somewhat difficult to stop him if there is no absolute gap in strength. And letting the mage make arrangements requires predicting his actions in advance, which the four major families cannot do at present.

But, there's nothing wrong?

Is it really?

Although Dominicu said nothing, he did not deliberately hide his expression. Although Lineiro was the nominal head of the guild, there was no actual distinction between the four families. Even if he could not change the decision, he had enough ability and freedom to express his dissatisfaction. In his opinion, it was not a good idea to provoke a dragon. Even if he also had a legendary strongman on his side, even if the dragon was a person who would be heartbroken when Colette died, what if she planned to drag someone down with her before she was heartbroken, the four people present were the most at risk. Who could guarantee that the garrison marshal would be able to protect himself completely? He himself probably didn't dare to say that he could be on par with a dragon!

Even if he didn't say it outwardly, Domenico had already made up his mind. If Rose really wanted to take revenge, he would definitely kick out the old man Linearo as a target first.

"What if he really has the ability to break through the defense?"

Pietro thought for a moment and then asked, "Miss Rose may not be able to take care of the entire defense line. Although the battle line is not long, they have now occupied the outer blocks. If they are able to cross the cliff to launch an attack, the battle line will be lengthened, which is not good for us."

Dominiku's expression remained unchanged. He simply said calmly, "This is disadvantageous to them. If they can't concentrate their strength, the possibility of breaking through the defense line will be zero. And they...those pathetic guys, even if they combine their strength, what can they do to a dragon?"

"That's what you said."

"Think more, Pietro. You are far from being as good as Vitali."

"terribly sorry."

Fortunately, Lineiro didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic any more. He then turned his gaze back to the altar and confirmed the condition of the sacrifice once again. Very good, no problem at all. The sacrifice was still as absent-minded and self-empty as before. Ludovit's education was very successful. As long as the time reached six o'clock, the ceremony could begin at night. Although no one knew why the ritual conditions presented by the revelation had changed, it was just right. This way, there was no need to give those enemies, those potential obstacles, more time. Everything had to be completed before they were caught off guard.

It's all for Myurand.

The "rest" is inserted in front of her, and as long as the time comes, she can pull it out. Everyone knows what to do next, and the sacrifice herself is no exception. She was born for this moment, and naturally she will die for this moment. This is the meaning of her life, this is all her life is. Only by completing the entire process from beginning to end can she become herself, her ideal self, the self that everyone desires.

It's all for Myurand.

"... Let's go and supervise the battle below."

There was no need to stay here any longer, Lineiro judged.

The sacrifice seemed to be incapable of feeling the cold. She was wearing only a ceremonial dress, bathed in the north wind and snowstorm, but she didn't even seem to shiver. Was she really not afraid of the cold, or had she forgotten the feeling of "cold"? Liniello didn't consider this at all. Even if the other party was the descendant of a fellow soldier, even if the other party was the same age as his granddaughter, Liniello had no intention of showing mercy to her. The sacrifice was just a sacrifice. The sacrifice only had to do its job well and play the role of a gear.

Only when every gear rotates in its position can the mechanism run smoothly. This is the common sense he knows.

Just as she is willing to sacrifice herself, Lineiro also has to manage the country and supervise the war at the front line. Only in this way can everything be guaranteed to operate as usual and to ensure that "accidents" will not crush this shaky balance. However, there are always some people who cannot understand this kind of thing, such as the city police who are making trouble now. They may never understand the art of checks and balances.

It must be corrected so that everything can get back on track.

"We also need to discuss who the traitor is."

Yes, this is also very important.

If there was no traitor, how could the other party behave as if everything was expected?

However, their preparations seemed so hasty that the four major families seemed to be the ones who were ready for battle, while the other side only organized its troops in a hurry, launched the attack in a hurry, and went to die with an attitude of confidence for no apparent reason, to fight a battle with no possibility of victory at all.

……

The battle situation is not optimistic.

Even if the enemies in the streets were cleared and the battle line was compressed to the long bridge in front of the Alexandria Cathedral, even if a batch of heavy firepower weapons and ammunition were temporarily seized, and even if powerful professionals from both Galezo and Lunicia were thrown into the battle line, the battle situation still seemed completely bleak.

Ding--!

A long metallic collision sound emanated from the point where the spear tip collided with the giant sword.

Lunicia's spirit was tense and she was not careless at all, so she was able to raise the giant sword in the first moment to block the steel spear that was stabbing from the blind spot. The huge force faintly coming from her hand forced her to steady the sword while chanting the name of Zelti, giving herself the blessing from the zenith. She could also win by taking steady steps, but she did not have much time to waste, and the outcome had to be decided within three rounds.

The sword body deflected, and with the force of the arm, it suddenly smashed in the direction of the spear. The "warrior" from the Guards Division did not entangle, but retreated with the help of Lunicia's power. The spear in his hand had no length advantage compared to the giant sword in Lunicia's hand that was almost as tall as a person, and it was also inferior in weight. He planned to avoid the sharp edge for the time being and use the flexibility of stabbing to deal with the opponent.

The number of people on the Guards Division side is far greater than that of the City Guard, and they are the defending side with the advantage of geographical location. Even if they cannot use the tactic of luring the enemy deep into their territory to avoid being taken advantage of by the enemy's powerful professionals to tear open their defenses, they can easily use their numerical advantage to suppress the City Guard. For example, now, as long as this "warrior" can keep a distance, he can call on his companions around him to besiege Lunicia together. No matter how sophisticated the opponent's swordsmanship is, he will inevitably reveal flaws when besieged by multiple professionals.

"Don't even think about it——!"

How could Lunisia give him this opportunity?

Almost in the next instant, she crushed the bricks and stones under her feet, lowered her body, and rushed forward, turning the direction of the giant sword with her wrist, pouring all her strength into it, and making a reckless blow that only a giant weapon could achieve in order to achieve a quick victory.

boom----! ! !

But it didn't succeed.

When she came to her senses, her shoulder had been blown off, and half of her breastplate had been burned black by the flames, with no trace of its original luster. The roar shattered her bones and eardrums, and her mind went blank. It took her a long time to realize what had happened: a fireball had exploded near her shoulder, breaking her arm and almost burning half of her body. She could see the culprit, the caster with the innate ability to cast spells, raising his wrist, intending to repeat the same trick. The warrior with the spear had also reorganized himself, raised the steel spear in his hand, and stabbed it downwards.

call out----

The sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air passed before Lunicia's eyes. Lunicia did not see clearly what happened. She only saw the final result: a purple long blade was nailed into the warlock's chest. In his astonished eyes, lavender phantom butterflies were flying. The gorgeous figure raised another black long sword in his hand and stabbed it into his mouth while he was chanting a spell. With the other hand, he raised an old leather-wrapped book. A flying sword condensed from purple magic energy burst out, but its target was not the warrior himself, but the steel gun he was holding tightly in his hand. The impact did not knock it out of his hand, but made him stagger visibly.

This was enough for Lunicia.

Her fighting instinct made her react immediately. She used her other hand to grasp the hilt of the fallen sword. When the professional from the Guards Division lost his balance, she swung it upwards. The pure white sword that seemed to come from the mythical era easily tore through the armor under his ribs and split the gap between his chest and abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground with blood spurting out of horror and confusion.