Under the Root

What a joke! !

Forget it, even if the subordinates are all women, I will never be soft! !

"Admiral, that, can I ask for a day off..."

"No, go to training, go on patrol without training missions."

"Well, Admiral, today is Christmas Eve, so I prepared..."

"Let's talk later, let me watch these brats complete ten sets of twenty push-ups."

"Admiral, let me tell you, if you continue like this, you will be single for the rest of your life!"

"Hmph, the wisdom of mortals, I already have a girlfriend."

"Nani?!!!"

Chapter 30 When the War Is On

This is hell, a hell of blood and fire.

With unspeakable madness and malice, London turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Centered on the three cathedrals of St Paul's, Westminster and Southwark, London is crying.

Buildings were burned, whether it was Big Ben, the British Museum, the Tower of London, or something else, as long as any building with special significance groaned, collapsed, and died in the flames.

As for the people in London, being killed, plundered, and eaten, they are dying.

Although the vampires have not pointed the finger at them yet, the overall casualties of the 800 million Londoners who were killed by the vampires are still snowballing.

London, the city, is dying.

Without a helping hand, one of the brightest pearls of mankind in this world will inevitably perish.

If there is no arm.

"All armies, all squadrons, thermite reload, target ghouls, launch!"

In the transparent dark clouds burned by the raging fire, a firm male voice suddenly resounded.

And the next moment, light poured out.

Three streams of bright light hang down from the densely packed black spots in the sky, and the streams of light interweave into a figure with wings on its back in the night.Like a miracle.

"Angel!" Countless survivors looked up at the sky, staring at this scene dumbfounded.In this era of declining faith, they would never have imagined that an angel would come to save them.

"It's not an angel, it's a human being." Li Lin, who was in a high-altitude helicopter, stared at the people on the ground with a smile on his face.

In any case, it was not too late for him to come.

"Crusader, how is the situation in London?" Li Lin pointed his mouth at the communicator.

"It's not the worst situation, the number of ghouls is still under control." Amid the accompaniment of gunfire, the Crusaders reported. "In addition, there is a report from Section No.13."

"Section [-]? Anderson?" Li Lin raised his eyebrows, "Anything new happened?"

"He found the last brigade performing strange ceremonies at St. Paul's Cathedral. Destroyed."

"Ritual?" Li Lin whispered in confusion.Then he ordered: "Let him not come back in a hurry, and destroy the Nazi goal as the first priority. In any case, such an obvious goal cannot be ignored."

"Obey!" the crusader promised.

Then next.

"Jeanne, how is your health?" Li Lin turned to look at the girl holding an iris flag.Although her heroic appearance is still the same, she seems to be softer than before in the bright silver armor.

"Everything is fine, master." Joan clenched her fists and said with a smile. "I'm at my best physically right now."

"That's right, that's good." Li Lin nodded, "Since there is no problem with your health, then you can lead the crusade."

"Me?" Jeanne pointed to herself.

"Yes, how about letting me, a civil servant, see the commanding level of the Holy Maiden of Salvation?" Li Lin said with a smile.

"But, master, I don't understand the current firearms." Joan of Arc said hesitantly.

"I believe you, Youzhen." Li Lin smiled lightly and nodded his lips.

"Master, that's just my immature side." The holy girl quickly retorted, but the blush on her face betrayed her.

"There's no need to say more. Then I'll leave it to you, Youzhen." With no room for Joan to speak, Li Lin held up the fisherman's ring, which symbolized the supreme theocracy, in the sky.

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"Doctor? How's the progress?" In the command room of the Zeppelin armed airship, the major was feasting on a piece of steak, and his appetite grew stronger at this time.

"Major, the progress is not very good." The doctor looked a little sad beside the major. "While Southwark Abbey's 'The Kiss' and Westminster's 'The Thinker' are done. St Paul's Cathedral's 'Three Shadows' are spoiled by No.13. For Rodin's Gates of Hell There is no one that cannot be summoned at all.”

"So what?" The reflection of his eyes made the major unable to see his expression, but judging from his smile, he didn't care about this matter.

"So what is that, Major." The doctor waved his arms wildly, and said anxiously: "If there is no such thing..."

"It's just a primitive and bloody blood sacrifice. In London, you don't need to care as much as you have this kind of material." The major waved his hand to stop the doctor from speaking.

Then, he turned the seat and looked at the muscular girl in tattoos standing behind him.

"Lieutenant Thorin, how much is our loss?"