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“Accept your judgment, Frederick.”

A sacred text appeared before Richelieu.

An iris emblem was imprinted on Frederick the Great's body.

The holy sword, symbolizing judgment, had pierced through the clouds and was slowly falling towards Frederick the Great.

Frederick the Great looked up at all of this, and a different kind of light flashed in his dark golden eyes.

The next moment, as the Holy King's Sword fell, a series of violent explosions also rang out from the surrounding circular buildings.

Chapter 659: Bismarck's Request for a Truce

A large group of figures flew out from the smoke and fire produced by the explosion.

"Everyone, leave this area immediately!"

On the communication channel, Richelieu's voice clearly conveyed anxiety.

"Do as she says!"

Although he didn't know exactly what had happened over there, Rob quickly ordered everyone to evacuate.

Upon hearing this, the unicorn grabbed its sister, Radiant, and prepared to run away.

"Hey~ Unicorn."

Glorious tugged at the unicorn's hand and glanced at Unyielding, who was blinking beside him.

"???"

"..."

"!"

Immediately, the girl understood the meaning of the radiance.

She reached out and grabbed Bu Nao, who was still confused about the situation.

Then, the thrusters behind her sprang into action, and the girl, carrying two voluptuous ship girls, flew away into the distance.

"Um, sister, what do we do?"

Rodney watched as the unicorn led the Radiant Sisters away, then turned to look at his older sister.

"How would I know!"

...

Fortunately, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth did not forget that she had such a surface fleet behind her.

However, it seems that because they were close to the explosion point, the ships were all damaged to some extent, which made their relocation of other ships a little less efficient.

Once the Royal Fleet had completed its transfer, Robo's crew had all returned to the Eternal.

Even the fastest bather, Zuikaku, had already finished.

...

"Uh... Commander?"

The atmosphere on the Eternal is quite awkward right now.

The bishop of the Iris Kingdom was being pulled in front of her by her commander, who was carefully examining her delicate face.

Luo even reached out and gently stroked it twice.

This put the two Radiant-class sisters, who had been forcibly brought aboard the Eternal by the Unicorn, in a very awkward position.

They were neither willing to speak up nor knew where to look.

In the end, the two Illustrious-class aircraft carriers could only exchange a glance and let out a long sigh.

“I remember telling you not to use that power lightly.”

"The situation just now shouldn't have been that urgent, right?"

Rob is certainly not filming a romance drama.

The only reason he pulled Richelieu close to him was to check the scars on her face.

"Um... just now, I... I must have been a little out of it."

The bishop's daughter is now in an awkward position.

Firstly, I did act impulsively.

Secondly, she felt somewhat ashamed in front of so many people.

"Forget it, I don't want it to happen again."

"Otherwise, you might as well prepare to stay safely in the rear."

Releasing Richelieu's hand, Rob finally sighed.

"Okay, I understand..."

...

"Okay, tell me what exactly happened just now."

The previous violent explosion was definitely not caused by Richelieu.

Rob is certain of this.

"Hmm...that person must have buried quite a few explosives in the surrounding buildings."

"Moreover, I am certain that it is definitely not an ordinary explosive."

"I'm fairly certain that those things might be an activated mental cube."

Richelieu pondered for a while, carefully recalling everything he had just experienced.

His attack hadn't actually landed completely.

At the last moment, Frederick the Great detonated specially made explosives in the surrounding buildings.

The violent explosion caused fluctuations in the artificial singularity.

Space became disordered at that moment.

To prevent himself from being affected, and for the safety of his companions nearby.

Richelieu was forced to abruptly halt the attack and quickly led the ships away from the area.

"So, you didn't end up sinking Frederick the Great?"

"No, Commander, I'm certain my attack hit the target. And I destroyed the tower behind the artificial singularity as well."

"However, I cannot be sure whether my target is truly Frederick the Great."

Richelieu thought for a moment and then said this.

Frederick the Great orchestrated an explosion that ultimately detonated the artificial singularity.

Even now, the ripples from the spatial shattering still echo throughout that sea area.

A huge void remains there to this day.

Fortunately, artificial singularities are still quite different from regular singularities.

If it were that singularity from the original "crown," perhaps half of Europe would be flying in the sky by now.

The explosion site was a complete mess. Even if Frederick the Great was a planned ship, under these circumstances, it could be said that there was absolutely no chance of survival.

However, Robb could not believe that Frederick the Great had really perished in the explosion.

Whether it was the artificial singularity or this explosion, she orchestrated it all herself.

Unless she really wanted to build herself a grave, Rob was certain that she had a backup plan.

"We'll go search there again once things have calmed down."

Since their own commander had said so, the other ships could only nod in agreement.

"Commander, a message has arrived from Sangvis Ferri."

"Hmm? That iron-fisted prime minister?"

"Ah."

Hai Tian nodded.

Should we bring him in?

"Let her in and see what she has to say!"

Shortly afterward, communication from Ironblood was established.

"Commander from the Eastern Empire, on behalf of Ironblood, I request a ceasefire."

"Wow? This is really interesting."

Bismarck's request for a ceasefire, while somewhat unexpected, was still within Robb's expectations.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for Ironblood to withstand the pressure from three or even four sides and continue fighting.

Furthermore, the departure of Frederick the Great, who had long controlled the Ironbloods, left the Ironbloods with even less reason to continue fighting.

Robb did not reply to Bismarck, but instead turned his gaze to Richelieu.

This battle exists to pave the way for the Iris's restoration.

Whether or not to stop, and when to stop, Rob felt he still needed to consider the opinions of the parties involved.

Whether this war can be stopped depends on the sincerity of the iron-blooded side.

"However, we can talk."

After exchanging a glance with Rob, Richelieu took the communicator.

"During this time, I can make the Iris warriors halt their advance."

"However, I may not be able to guarantee what will happen after that."

"..."

"That's enough. I will show my iron-fisted sincerity when the time comes."

After saying that, Bismarck exited the communication channel.

Chapter 660: So-called negotiation is just wrangling.

More than half a month has passed since the last siege of Frederick the Great.

As everyone expected, the search following that battle yielded nothing.

Ultimately, Frederick the Great was declared missing in the Eastern Empire.

Of course, to the Ironbloods and Royal Navy, she was already a completely sunken ship.

During this time, Rob returned to Donghuang once.

After dealing with the backlog of tasks, he took his ships out again.

The ceasefire negotiations initiated by Ironblood are currently being held in Vienna, the music capital.

The reason for choosing this location is that it has broken free from Ironblood's control and can be considered a third-party region to some extent.

After all, in any negotiation, whether it takes place in the Ironblood, Iris, or Royal's controlled areas, there will always be one side that is dissatisfied.

As for placing it in Baiying or Donghuang, that would be too far away.

Moreover, Mr. Luo was indeed too lazy to entertain this group of people.

As for Beilian?

Going to the Northern Alliance at this time of year, apart from the Northern Alliance's ships that are truly impervious to the cold, no one would agree with this idea, really.

The meeting was attended by representatives from almost all of the world's major blocs.

Although the White Eagles did not directly participate in the battles against the Ironbloods, they never stopped providing material support to the Northern Union.

Therefore, to some extent, they can also be considered indirect participants.

Of course, everyone knows that the final outcome of this meeting will depend on what the three parties—Iron Blood, Iris, and Royal—can reach.

As a party involved in the war, the Northern Union's attitude was surprisingly indifferent.