People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ducarre gave Therese a cold look, seemingly very dissatisfied with the description he had used; his already somewhat displeased expression turned even more gritted.

"Once the war is over, the Blood Demon Court will definitely seek justice from those liches! Fremont's siding with outsiders is truly despicable!"

"How can you possibly manage Kazdel with such insects around!"

He cursed a couple of times, just to vent his anger, and at the same time, he did stop walking.

Therese was a burly man whose reassuring height and broad shoulders completely blocked the view of the airship behind him.

Without saying anything to Ducaredo, Therese said calmly:

"There will always be a time for reckoning. Now, Ducarre, get ready."

“Of course I know.” Ducarre twisted his neck and proudly raised his head.

He didn't care whether he was bombarded by the Shard or died.

He, like the person in front of him, only cared about Sarkaz.

"The Sarkaz is in your hands now, Theresis."

He was serious for once, which was unusual for him.

Therese nodded just as seriously:

"It will win."

written request for leave

It felt like an eternity, but I finally finished the report just before the deadline. I need to catch the train back to school tomorrow to hand it in and adjust my schedule, so I'm asking for leave.

I'm so sorry, I won't be so stressed anymore once this busy period is over. After all, graduation is involved, and I really haven't been able to manage everything. Thank you for your understanding, dear readers!

Chapter 840 Terra's fate is now intertwined with ours.

My name is Tom, I am 24 years old, and I am a member of the Victorian Empire Allied Forces. I am a proud Victorian soldier who has made outstanding contributions on many battlefields!

Okay, I know this is self-deception. In reality, I was just an ordinary soldier under Duke Fife, with no outstanding achievements, just lucky.

I had no achievements to speak of, and my enlistment was forced upon me by Duke Fife. When the conscript came to me, I was on the street with my childhood friend Smith, planning to save some money so we could go to Kjerag next year. But when the conscript arrived, we were both arrested. He dragged us into a carriage, shoved a crossbow and a sword into our hands, and in the blink of an eye, we were on the battlefield of Londinium.

The war has been going on for almost a year, and I've only killed five Sarkaz soldiers, all of whom were mercenaries in the Sarkaz army, and all of them were killed by sniper shots.

I was lucky. The other conscripts who were captured in the same vehicle as me either died from the strange witchcraft of those carrion eaters or were missing limbs and sent back to the rear hospital. Only I survived all this time unscathed and even got a small promotion!

The goddess of victory may not be on my side, but the goddess of fortune is probably not so unkind to me!

However, my luck was only somewhat good, nothing extraordinary. My childhood friend Smith is now a junior officer on the Duke of Fife's high-speed battleship, the HMS Fafnir!

That's a high-ranking official! The Duke's high-speed warship—can just anyone board it? For ordinary people like us, being able to catch a glimpse of the Duke's high-speed warship from afar in our entire lives is already an honor! Let alone becoming an officer there and commanding a hundred or so men!

Smith is a ruthless guy. I heard he rose through the ranks based on military merit. I always felt there was a ruthless streak in him when I was a kid! Hey, what did I tell you? I knew it!

Speaking of which, when I saw Smith from afar last time, I wanted to say hello, but Smith, oh, now I should call him "Commissioner Smith," didn't even acknowledge this little guy.

Sigh, I really envy him.

But it doesn't matter, the opportunity to make a name for yourself is right in front of you!

"Soldiers! Listen up!"

The officer from Tom's squad stood in front of this infantry squad, shouting loudly without any restraint.

“Victoria needs you now, Duke Fife needs you now! Those shameless demons, born of filthy devils, have occupied our great and glorious capital of Victoria for a year! You are Victoria's soldiers, this is a disgrace! Can you stand by and watch!”

"cannot!"

The team responded in a fairly uniform manner, but their morale was clearly not very high.

Tom knew that this answer was practiced, practiced for Duke Fife's benefit, just for show.

To be honest, Tom didn't feel that Lontinim had anything to do with the Sarkaz being occupied.

He never went to Lentinium in his entire life.

When they first arrived, hearing about fighting with the blood of feathered beasts might have stirred their blood, but Tom was a veteran who had experienced more than ten battles, and that kind of passion had long been spilled on the battlefield.

He didn't scoff at the unfamiliar faces of the recruits who had filled in for the troops; they were clearly greenhorns. This was a battlefield, and only the living could joke around. If he could still see these people after the battle, it wouldn't hurt for everyone to laugh together.

He seemed lost in thought, while the officers' pre-battle pep talk reached its climax:

"Now, the leader of those demons, that green scavenger, has been blasted off his dilapidated throne by our ally, Duke Victoria of Caesar!"

"The demon army has also been decimated by the fleets of our allies, the glorious Empire's Twin Blades, Duke Wellington and Duke Windermere!"

"The 8th army of Victoria, the 5th Duke of Victoria, the 4th Glory of Victoria, all achieved on the battlefield! Caster, Wellington, Windermere, they have achieved their glory!"

"Now is the time for us to fight for the glory of Duke Fife!"

He paused slightly, and Tom immediately came to his senses.

He knew that now that the Feathered Beast Blood was used up, it was time to get down to business!

"Another leader of the demons, the vile Blood Demon Ducarre, has appeared on the battlefield! Duke Ashworth, Duke Abercohn, and our esteemed Duke Fife, under orders from the Allied Command, are to utterly crush this enemy of Victoria in this battle! Soldiers! Can you do it!"

"can!"

Once again, a neat but not loud response rang out from the army.

It was mostly those greenhorns holding things together.

The veterans exchanged silent glances.

Tom silently swallowed.

Blood Demon Ducaré? Is that the Ducaré who single-handedly drew the attention of the vast majority of the Allied forces during the raid on the Allied command post?

Tom certainly knew that man; his unit, Duke Fife's, had also participated in that defense, and it was a psychological trauma that haunted him for the rest of his life!

The Blood Demon's tide of blood surged forth. Victoria's soldiers raised their shields, and warlocks cast spells, trying to disperse, evaporate, and manipulate the viscous blood, but all to no avail! The blood was like sulfuric acid; if it touched a person, it would expose their bones and leave wounds!

Some soldiers who couldn't react in time were swallowed up by the blood tide. After a while, they saw only a skeleton in the blood. His flesh and blood were all cut off, kneaded into a ball, and finally turned into the blood demon's hideous and terrifying claws!

That was terrifying! Even though Lady Luck was on his side, Tom could only be considered a bystander in that battle, but he still couldn't sleep for three days and three nights afterward!

"Me? Me, fight the Blood Demon? Really?!"

Tom muttered something under his breath, swallowed hard, and silently gripped the necklace around his neck.

Goddess of Fortune, although I don't know your last name or first name, I'm begging you, please help me find [something].

"What are you waiting for, Tom! Get in the car!"

The officer's shouts rang out, forcibly dragging Tom back to reality from his prayers. The soldiers were already lining up to board the armored vehicles, and he stood out conspicuously in the middle of the line.

Tom hurriedly ran over, climbed onto the vehicle, glanced at the officer, and whispered:

"Commander Anderson, shall we travel by car again this time?"

"Hmph!" Anderson glanced at Tom and sneered. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. What's there to be afraid of?"

Knowing that Tom was a veteran who had played the entire game, he said a few more words:

"Your Grace, this time we'll be using high-speed warships to chase after that damned Blood Demon. Duke Ashworth and Duke Abercohn will be going too! This campaign guarantees at least 20 high-speed warships and an army of 30,000!"

"What abilities does that Blood Demon possess that allow it to survive the firepower of over twenty high-speed warships and thirty thousand regular troops?"

Tom's face immediately lit up with surprise.

More than twenty high-speed warships! The Duke of Fife, the Duke of Ashworth, and the Duke of Abercohn personally led the expedition!

My Lateran Laws! With such a massive display, how can that Blood Demon possibly survive?

Tom knew the power of the high-speed warship; one shot could reduce a building to rubble! The Blood Demon was just one person, so what if he could summon that eerie blood tide? The high-speed warship didn't have any blood!

Thinking about it this way, they really do have to take a car; otherwise, relying solely on their two legs, they probably wouldn't even be able to get through the exhaust fumes of the high-speed warship!

Xin Jiu Si → Shan Zhong Zhuan ☆QUN: Zhong immediately calmed down, and Tom felt that Lady Luck was indeed on his side!

He touched the necklace around his neck again; it was a gift from his fiancée, the daughter of a chain supermarket owner. Tom had always felt that he wasn't good enough for her.

But after this battle, he might be able to become an officer, and then he can return home in glory and have a grand wedding with her!

"Buzz-"

The vehicles started up, carrying unit after unit, following the roaring high-speed warships, heading towards the distant battlefield.

Above them, the dark clouds of Victoria were gathering and brewing.

Three hours later, the first "thunderbolt" struck, its sound resounding throughout the world and its power awe-inspiring.

Following closely behind were the second, third, fourth, and fifth rounds!

It wasn't until the fifth bolt struck that the dark clouds in the sky finally thinned out a bit, but the scarlet lightning still churned within the clouds, seemingly waiting for its next strike.

Victoria, Lontinim, the Duke of Caesar's flagship, Glory.

Duke Kester and Ernst received the latest battle report from the front.

"Duke Fife's eight high-speed warships have all been annihilated. They got too close in pursuit of the Blood Demon. Duke Fife himself is currently missing."

"Of Abercohn's six high-speed warships, three were completely destroyed, and of the remaining three, two were heavily damaged, while the flagship, the Light of Abercohn, sustained minor damage and is returning to port."

"Ashworth's fleet suffered the least damage, with only one ship severely damaged. The rest are intact."

"But the army troops"

The official reporting the military intelligence trembled slightly, and the Duke of Caesar's face was exceptionally grim, but he forced himself to remain calm and gently patted the officer's shoulder:

"Don't be nervous, just say it."

"The army force of 30,000 men has not received any return signal from their unit and is tentatively annihilated."

The Duke of Caesar nodded slowly, waved for the officer to leave, then took a deep breath and picked up the pipe on the table.

She was far from as composed as she appeared; Ernst could notice that her fingers were trembling so much that she failed several times when trying to light her tobacco.

Ernst went up and helped her put some more fire on her stove.

"Thank you."

"Kester said softly."

Ernst nodded.

"The Shard has opened fire."

Castel Road.

"None of us want to see this outcome."

Ernst let out a long sigh.

At this point, it's pointless to say that Victoria delayed for too long, giving Theresis time to develop, or that she brought it upon herself, or to blame the Sarkaz for their atrocities.

With superweapons deployed, the Kazdel Military Council is now officially capable of extending its threat from the city of Londinium to the entire Victoria and even the whole of Terra.

Ernst didn’t want to say it, but such a huge number of casualties did bring some results.

Taking a deep breath, Ernst solemnly said:

“Duke of Caster, I need you, and Victoria, to stand by my side.”

Ernst held up three fingers:

"I need to convene an emergency meeting of the World Summit."

"I need higher negotiation authority."

"And I need the Duke's allied forces to continue the offensive while I'm in Londinium, and absolutely not to retreat!"

The Duke of Caesar was surprised by the other things, but he could still understand them.

Only the last one.

"You want to enter Londinium?"

The Duke of Caesar narrowed his eyes.

"Do you know how dangerous that is? You are the leader of a country. Do you know what might happen if you rashly go in there?"

Ernst nodded.

How could he not know?

If Victoria hadn't been so abstract, Ernst wouldn't have been able to implement this plan.

But now that the Shard has been activated, if they don't find a way to shut it down, Theresis can use it to attack any country on Earth.