In the Name of the Queen

"Is this the strength of a strong military-level fighter?"

When the third, larger super war machine appeared from the horizon, Roland knew that Francis City was completely hopeless.

The first war machine was a transformable super bomber, and the second war machine was a humanoid war machine that was 100 meters high.

They were both very powerful, but they mostly killed groups, and the damage to a single target was not that strong, so the extraordinary people could still withstand it.

With Christine's blessing, the human extraordinary people formed their own armies, some were responsible for the front, some were responsible for detours, and some were responsible for containment and interference, and they actually blocked the war machine's progress.

Officials of the Kingdom of Pruden sounded the alarm and arranged for the citizens to retreat in an orderly manner.

The militarization of the whole people is usually not a good thing, but it is the most efficient when facing a huge disaster.

Tens of thousands of citizens evacuated from several exit points in turn. Although they were embarrassed and panicked, the order was not chaotic.

The Iron Bird bomber did not carry much ammunition. After blowing up the City Hall and the Cathedral, it chose to land and transform into a smaller land combat machine to fight side by side with the super-large land combat machine.

The tens of meters long giant sword blades smashed down all the buildings that blocked it, including the thick city walls and bastions.

But they could not break through Roland's defense line.

The war machines used cold weapons only to save energy, and their flexibility and skills were far inferior to those of human extraordinary people.

The extraordinary people evaded the sword blades nimbly, and Roland opened his shield to block them if they couldn't dodge.

Although he couldn't fight back effectively, Roland was not panicked at all.

Unless these war machines are powered by controllable small nuclear reactors, they can only burn oil, coal or electricity.

The Alemanni Empire rejected magic and had never developed magic crystal technology, so it can be ignored.

The two war machines did not have exhaust pipes, which again ruled out internal combustion engines and steam engines.

There is only one answer, pure electric drive.

Pure electric drive is good, but insufficient power is a fear engraved in the bones.

In such a fierce battle, they are just like the owners of small battery electric cars stuck on the highway, watching the storage power continue to decrease.

There are no charging stations now, Roland wants to see where they go to recharge.

This kind of energy recharge anxiety, Roland personally experienced before crossing.

How intelligent are these conscious war machines? Can they make decisions independently or rely on inherent programs to operate?

All the war machines have to do is to demolish the house, but Roland has more things to think about.

The extraordinary people delayed the pace of the war machines, but they could not completely stop the killing.

After finding that the extraordinary people were too slippery to catch, the war machines swung their butcher knives at the city and the citizens who were evacuating.

The city walls fell piece by piece, and the houses were shattered like toy boxes.

The rubble flew everywhere, and the unlucky citizens were hit. Some died on the spot, and some fell down wailing.

The elderly, weak, women and children who could not walk became the primary killing targets of these war machines.

Otto VI, who had stopped the negotiations, stood on the ruins of the town hall, his eyes were blank, he was mumbling something, and his whole mind was not normal.

Seeing the queen being cut into two pieces by the sword and struggling on the ground, he finally woke up from the nightmare.

"No, Josephine! Ah!"

His wailing was no different from that of ordinary people who lost their families in this hellish night.

He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and he couldn't even pick up the body of his wife who had been with him for many years.

The war machine crushed his queen Josephine.

Otto's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush forward several times but was stopped by the loyal captain of the guard.

"Hans, let me go! I am the king, this is an order!"

"Your Majesty, you have to be responsible for the country, and you have to explain this accident to the world. You can't make trouble for the dead!"

"Explain to the world?"

Otto's face, which was not very bloody, turned completely pale.

How could he explain?

Giving up the idea of ​​rescuing the fragments of his beloved wife's body, Otto numbly walked to a safe place surrounded by the guards.

The destruction of Francis City was too fast. The citizens who could maintain order finally lost their rationality in despair, constantly pushed away the soldiers who maintained order, and fled frantically.

Everyone was in a hurry to escape, so no one could get out.

The city gate was crowded and blocked, and the people in the city were desperate to die. The resentment made them curse.

They cursed the damn war machine, and also cursed the king for being incompetent and the prime minister for being a good-for-nothing, making them victims.

Looking at the hellish scene along the way, listening to the citizens' curses, and thinking of the tragic death of his beloved wife, Otto's mentality was completely blown up.

Just a few hours ago, he still fantasized about using war machines to suppress other countries' opposition, win benefits for the country, and get bargaining chips for himself to wear the crown.

Everything is over.

Even if he survived by chance, this disaster would ruin his reputation.

Thinking of having to explain to the major countries afterwards, and even making concessions that would humiliate the country, Otto's hands trembled.

Most of the previous kings of Pruden were powerful rulers, which allowed them to grow from a small city to a big country that could influence the situation of the entire continent.

If he messed up, how could he face the kings of previous generations?

No, these things can't happen to him.

At this time, the Iron Bird bomber took off again and began to bomb along the street, creating more chaos.

Otto's spirit was trembling. He pushed the captain of the guard away and jumped high on the collapsed house next to him.

He hugged a bomb in the air and rushed to the house next to him.

"Don't try to hurt my people! Ah!!"

The impassioned shouts accompanied by screams and explosions were Otto's last voice in the world.

He died.

He left behind the glorious image of a brave monarch who died in battle to protect his people.

And a mess that could not be cleaned up.

Roland, who saw this scene not far away, almost cursed.

Of course he knew what Otto was doing.

As long as the other world version of Simi Marseille came fast enough, no one could take him to the war court.

Otto was not self-destructive, he used this extreme method to protect his family.

Although he made a mistake, he had washed it with his life and blood. It would be too much for anyone to hold on to his family.

Although everyone is a barbarian in the eyes of the Magic Empire, the Rodinian countries claim to be the embodiment of civilization, and it is not easy for them to do such things.

Otto used his life to pass the buck, and the pressure instantly came to Roland and others.

The officials and generals defending the city of Pruden finally assembled a garrison, but they could only find fragments of Otto's body. They stayed where they were for a while, at a loss.

Their loyal ally, the Kingdom of Tyrol, also had many soldiers and officials at the scene, but they were even more at a loss.

The officials of the two countries looked at each other and made a decision almost at the same time.

They were members of the Holy Alliance. If they couldn't solve the trouble themselves, they would look for the big brother!

When the officials of the two countries stood in front of Roland and Angelina, Angelina's lips turned white with anger.

Now I think about who is the leader of the alliance, what did you do earlier?

She couldn't help but mock the officials of the two countries in a yin-yang tone, "If you had this understanding one day earlier, you wouldn't be so passive."

"Angelina, don't say anything that is not conducive to unity. Now we have to consider the aftermath."

Roland interrupted Angelina's complaint. He took care of the face of the officials of the two countries, but did not respond to their questions.

Roland is not responsible for digging up the ruins and finding ghosts.

If he takes over temporarily, he will be the person responsible at that time.

This is neither his territory nor his people. Their king even wants to trick Roland. Without stabbing him in the back, Roland feels that his moral standards are far higher than this era.

Facing the expectant eyes of officials from both countries, Roland calmly asked back:

"What was the last order of His Majesty Otto?"

"Evacuate the masses, organize resistance, and cooperate with the extraordinary people in the battle." The city guard general Crouch answered in seconds.

"Then do it. His Majesty Otto has just passed away, and you want to disobey the order?"

Roland put a big hat on him without hesitation.

General Crouch was stunned, and then showed a bitter expression.

This is a hot potato, and Roland doesn't want to take it over.

He completely understands Roland. No one would be willing to do such a self-inflicted trouble.

It's really unauthorized expectation.

General Crouch could only leave in disappointment, and the officials of both countries also left disappointed. They continued to organize the army to resist in vain, organize the police to maintain order, and evacuate the crowd.

Although it was a drop in the bucket, they had to do it.

As Roland said, Otto's last order before his death was for them to evacuate the masses. If they evacuated without authorization at this time, they would be severely liquidated afterwards.

The officials knew very well that Otto chose "heroic sacrifice" because he didn't want to be liquidated.

They had no choice but to be buried with the old man.

But Roland and his men were different.

The fighting power they showed made the war machines have no interest in them. They directly bypassed the light pentagram array on the ground and started an annihilation war in the city.

The war machines could not pose a substantial threat to the extraordinary people above level six, and Roland and his men could not destroy the war machines with conventional weapons. They could only watch them slaughter them from behind.

Christine, standing in the center of the pentagram, sighed with some disappointment, "We lost."

Apart from proving that she had the ability to survive in front of the war machines, she could do nothing.

The first sentence of the oracle's prophecy poem had come true, and more disasters would happen next.

Christine's words made other extraordinary people a little gloomy.

They could not do anything, not even protect a city.

A sense of powerlessness lingered around several extraordinary people.

This was already the peak of the combat power of human extraordinary people except Sophia, but they could not stop several elite-level war machines.

In the face of more catastrophes, where should humans go?

Just as everyone was helplessly watching the three giant iron lumps demolishing the city and killing people, Roland suddenly laughed heartily.

"What are you sad about? Although we suffered a lot of losses in this battle, we will definitely win."

Everyone was stunned and turned their eyes to Roland.

Roland looked at them firmly, especially the extraordinary people from Pruden and Tyrol.

The battle of Baishan established Sophia's invincible status. She is also the only rank four in the entire human race.

Rank four is just an appearance. Most people think that she has the strength beyond rank three.

The sword that killed the judges is proof of this.

In addition to Sophia, Roland and his friends are the biggest winners.

The other rank five places were divided up by Duke Reinhard of Pruden, Yudir of Tyrol, the nameless ascetic monk of Barat, the Crow Sage of the Natural God Court, and others.

Today, Francis City has gathered seven of the eleven super masters of mankind. If they can't stop these iron lumps, who else can they rely on?

Seeing Roland's confident look, they suddenly realized.

As long as Sophia draws her sword and launches an attack, everything will be fine.

But they don’t know that Sophia can’t participate in the high-end battle for the time being. She is even lost in the search for a new breakthrough.

Looking at the relieved expressions of the crowd, Roland reminded them seriously: "Sophia is the last trump card of all mankind and cannot be deployed easily. If she is allowed to attack a few enemies at random, is there any hope for us humans?"

This is a bit of a no-brainer, especially in front of the hell picture of war machines crazily demolishing houses and innocent people dying on the spot not far away, it has a sense of superiority.

Fortunately, everyone present is used to being superior, and Roland’s words are very empathetic.

Duke Reinhardt asked in a deep voice: "The last trump card cannot be deployed easily, and we can't stop these damn steel monsters. Are we going to watch them kill and leave?"

Roland looked at the war machines that were killing crazily, and said slowly: "Don't worry, this is their last madness, they will pay a heavy price, I promise."

Reinhardt looked at Roland in surprise, and asked in disbelief: "Mr. Roland, although it is a bit impolite to say this, are you really sure?"

"I am very sure."

Roland has been observing the actions of the three war machines coldly.

It can be seen that their group attack lethality and movement speed are decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

They are machines, not humans, so they will not get tired naturally. There is only one possibility for performance degradation. As the power is consumed, the central program control of the war machine turns on the power saving mode.

Roland's lips rose slightly, and he said coldly: "It's time to avenge the people who died tragically!"

"Follow me!"

Follow me and come to me are two different concepts.

Although everyone was a little unsure about Roland's judgment, the cunning and shameless Roland dared to lead the charge, so he was naturally at an advantage in this battle.

Who would miss the opportunity to beat the drowning dog?

Whether they were friends or enemies, acquaintances or strangers, the extraordinary people followed Roland unconsciously and surrounded the war machines.

The war machines, which were enjoying the joy of killing, keenly noticed that Roland and others were approaching.

In this dark night, these extraordinary people were as eye-catching as the bright moon in the night sky.

The three war machines communicated very efficiently and instantly.

"The annihilation cannot continue, and it is recommended to retreat."

"Agree."

"Agree to execute."

The three machines quickly ran away after reaching an agreement.

Their speed was extremely fast, and the human extraordinary people could only barely keep up with them with all their efforts, but the awareness was still widening.

Although the pursuit was a little difficult, the extraordinary people who caught up had a new understanding of Roland.

How did he judge that these iron lumps were going to run away?

Of course, they didn't understand how painfully Roland, who had enjoyed the holiday free period and experienced heavy traffic jams on the highway before crossing, realized the anxiety of replenishing energy.

He couldn't smell the fuel, but someone could.

"Lisa, sense the temperature, lead the way for us, and let's pursue in secret!"

Roland made the most correct decision.

The three huge war machines were so active that the temperature must be very high.

They had been sleeping underground for too long, how much cooling measures were left? They had no reason to use precious electricity for cooling.

Today's war machines are like stoves in the cold winter, as eye-catching as they can be.

The pursuit lasted for more than 50 kilometers. Just when everyone was waiting for Roland to announce his abandonment, Roland issued a new order.

"Others slow down and follow, Lisa and I will go at full speed, we can't lose you."

Everyone executed the order, but Sif insisted on keeping up.

"Can you obey the order?"

Roland complained as he ran.

He was just talking casually, not really angry with his beloved wife.

Sif smiled and turned her head, running at the same speed.

She asked Roland with a smile, "Orders are issued by superiors to subordinates, right? I order you not to exclude me from the action."

Roland was speechless for a moment.

Sif was right. He was a prince, a vice emperor, a cardinal minister of the Vladimir Empire, and the prime minister of the Golden Kite Republic.

But can these identities command Sif?

Of course not.

Just as Roland shrugged and was about to say something, Lisa stopped abruptly.

"They stopped."

Roland was refreshed.

The war machine must have stopped to recharge.

He was just a little curious. Are there new energy products in this world that can roll out twists?

With twelve points of curiosity, Roland and others concealed themselves and surrounded them from another direction.

They found a small hill and began to observe the war machine camp.

After seeing the three war machines, they were stunned for a moment.

Roland wanted to laugh, but he held it back.

Even if they really found a charging station, there was no electricity in this world, and the fate of these three war machines was doomed.

Roland whistled and walked towards the three war machines.

"Can we talk, everyone?" (End of this chapter)