Kicked out of Rhodes Island, a small quilt was covered in the hole of the Longmen Bridge

In the face of Manfred's inquiry, the Patriot just put the shield aside, and then took out a Carters rabbit doll from his arms.

"This is, my daughter. Although she was abducted by the bastard gray wolf, she is still very cute."

"...?"

Manfred froze.

"Her childhood has always been accompanied by war. So I plan to let her never be swept away by any disputes in the future."

Patriot rua gave the snow rabbit doll, and then carefully stuffed it back into his arms.

"Recognize the reality, boy. I have seen countless wars. And wars... only lead to wars."

Wendigo did not pick up the shield again, but put his hands on the spear.

His duty as a 'shield' is over, he escorted the self-rescue army to the city defense artillery, and the success of the self-rescue army's actions will only depend on their own perseverance.

At this moment, the patriots only need a spear to smash all the whitewashed "righteousness" and show the proposition of war naked.

"Sarkaz and I have nothing to do. But that bastard gray wolf still has the long-cherished wish of the princess. I will choose and trust him."

The scarlet eyes of the patriots radiate a chilling light, which is the lingering nightmare that countless people have witnessed for the last time on the battlefield.

"If you, desire war. Well then—I'll bring you [war]."

boom! ! !

With a loud bang, the Patriot swung his spear and slashed at Manfred.

Manfred has always been proud of his swordsmanship. It is a technique that he has learned after countless trials under the tutelage of Teresis, and it is almost impossible to lose to anyone.

But just one slash from the Patriot taught Manfred something that Tracys hadn't—

In the face of crushing level of violence, all technology is just window paper.

With the first sword, Manfred blocked the Patriot's spear with a posture of unloading force. With the second sword, the tiger's mouth was cracked and the sword body was broken. With the third sword, Manfred was bombarded and smashed into the ruins.

The Patriots, who had been receiving treatment during this time in Rhode Island, gradually regained their strength, and in the end, Manfred only parried three attacks.

Among the ruins, Manfred barely supported his body and got up slowly, and the pure-blooded Wendigo had already arrived in front of him.

He has prepared for this day for a long time, whether it is the control method of the city defense artillery in the early stage, the internal layout of Londinium, the mediation with those nobles, and the balance of the forces in the deep pool-Manfred has done all these things himself. The only thing is to be able to see the flag of the Sarkaz clan in full bloom in Victoria.

He has prepared for decades, whether it is swordsmanship, art of war, diplomacy, or even character, speech and behavior——

In order to launch this war that must be won on behalf of all Sarkaz, Manfred has been preparing.

And just when he thought he had prepared enough for this war, the arrival of Wendigo made him realize that he was far from ready.

This is the embodiment of 'war', terrifying, unreasonable, almost crushing.

"Ahem...! It's that gray wolf again... What exactly is he?"

Manfred leaned against the wall of the ruins and stood up. He asked the patriot what kind of existence that guy was, not only the regent, but even the last wendigo would be changed by him.

"He's a, careless, bastard thing."

——This is hardly an answer.

After hearing the Patriot's response, Manfred sighed, and then fell to the ground again.

Rumble boom! !

The room on the first floor of the city defense artillery was on the verge of collapse due to the collision just now, and finally collapsed completely at this moment, and a whole floor of cement bricks poured down.

But after the landslide ended, the young blond general Sarkaz was not buried like this. A rough handmade shield stood above his position at some point.

War has claimed the lives of countless young people, and the Patriots do not wish to add to that number.

"It seems that they succeeded."

The patriot who walked out of the room raised his head, and all the city defense guns that were originally aimed at the industrial area turned their muzzles to point at the 'Shard Building' in the central area.

When the self-rescue army contained the Sarkaz troops and the commander, it seemed that they had successfully occupied the command room of the city defense artillery and gained control of the city defense artillery.

——Other regions are also performing their own missions, so my mission ends here.

The city defense artillery system was captured by the self-rescue army, and the self-rescue army also got the broadcasting system around the city defense artillery, as well as the originally blocked access. Next, they will more efficiently integrate all the victorians who have the courage to resist, and will Here as a new base.

In other words, the mission of 'Save the Self-Salvation Army' has also ended, and the young commander girl also promised the content of the 'deal' with the Patriots - to temporarily support the Advancing King after the dust settles, so as to prevent other nobles from taking advantage of the chaos And enter.

The patriot walked to the side of the concrete pier and sat down. While looking at the strange city-state in front of him, he moved his palms that were a little numb from fighting against the cannon before.

The patriot didn't want to interfere in this matter, and he even set foot on Victoria's territory after reporting to the current emperor of Ursus.

For a patriot, he should have been abandoned a long time ago, but the continuous 'war' has been binding him, making him unable to leave the battlefield.

Now the younger generation have made their own awareness and choices, and an old guy like me who only knows war can finally be disarmed and return to the field with peace of mind.

There is no doubt that Londinium is still in the 'war' at this moment, but the protagonist of this war is not Sarkaz, nor himself, but the gray wolf, Tracys, and the so-called 'war' A thing of inheritance'.

The patriot has fought against the so-called "prophecy" all his life, but until now he finally realizes that he still has "comrades in arms" by his side.

...Although it is said that this comrade-in-arms gave up his daughter, and every day he ran around the harem like a wolf scum.

The last pure-blood Wendigo looked up at the sky. Although it was still a dark cloud, the clear sky might be hidden behind it.

357. Cat Cat Jail

"It's this way, right...?"

While the Patriots went to find the Self-Salvation Army, others were also performing their own tasks.

Mandela, who was arranged to rescue Victoria's army, was walking through the city. She compared the map in her hand and looked around to confirm that the route she had chosen was correct.

——Well, although I don't want to help those Victorian soldiers, since it's Shirakaba's request, I can only reluctantly agree.

Mandela snorted in displeasure. As a 'Tara person', she actually didn't like these so-called Victorians very much, and those Victorian soldiers were second only to 'nobles'. nasty presence.

In fact, for a long time, Mandela has always been hostile to the Victorian soldiers she can see. Later, when she was helping Bai Hua as an undocumented quack doctor, she met another Luper noble girl who claimed to be a Victorian sergeant. During the time spent with the 'White Wolf Earl', Mandela barely eased his distaste for soldiers and nobles.

A little bit further, although Mandela said that he himself was in a daze, especially about the place where the 'gargoyle inherited', but anyway, Sha Maomao followed and decided to help.

——In short, at this time, you should be like Bai Hua, quietly and cautiously, sneaking in like a professional killer...

"Hey! Guy over there, get out of here quickly!"

"No meow!?"

Mandela had just figured out that he was hiding and walking in the shadows as a top assassin, but the Sarkaz soldiers around the corner suddenly noticed his existence in the next second.The other party came over without saying a word, and seriously reprimanded Mandela to leave the street quickly, which is currently a prohibited area.

"Where are you from? Didn't you have been notified before that there will be a comprehensive control during this period, and no one is allowed to leave the room without permission, didn't you hear?"

"Ah...that, that, uh."

Mandela was caught off guard by the sudden questioning of the Sarkaz soldiers. She originally planned to use her "inconspicuous" appearance to sneak in a few kilometers around the target point, and then slowly find a way to sneak in. However, she just Not long after they set off, they bumped into Sarkaz soldiers on patrol.

Although Mandela has also followed Rhodes Island to participate in some intelligence collection related to Londinium during this period, but most of the time Mandela is in a dazed state, so he doesn't remember that there is still a lot of information. There is such a crop of temporary control.

Normally, this kind of situation would be solved by Mandela's external brain Mr. Bai Hua. No matter how urgent the situation was, Bai Hua could always use his extraordinary words to fool him. The unlicensed quack doctor hasn't seen a doctor for so many years, all he relies on is talking about people and talking nonsense.

But unfortunately, at this time, Bai Hua also has her own affairs to deal with, the external brain is not by her side, and Mandela's internal Malphite network is directly down.

"Uh...Actually, I..."

"Tsk, why are you so sneaky? Come and follow me!"

Originally, the Sarkaz soldiers were too lazy to meddle in other people's business. Even if they met a passer-by like Mandela who would not listen to persuasion, at most they would reprimand her and send her back. However, Mandela's weird response made her The Sarkaz soldiers couldn't help wondering if there was something wrong with the cat, and planned to drag it away and interrogate it slowly.

"Eh?!"

Mandela's eyes widened. Her infiltration plan seemed to have been completely delivered just at the beginning, and she had to think about alternatives quickly.

Of course, Mandela's "alternative solution" is not to summon the stone man to stun the opponent, or to summon the stone pillar to shoot the opponent away. If you are not careful, you can light up all the exclamation marks on the entire map.

"Drip drip!!"

Just before Mandela was about to use a two-pronged approach to summon the stone man Malphite and then let Malphite pick up the stone pillar and knock the Sarkaz patrol soldier away, the intercom in the opponent's pocket rang.

"Hey! All those on patrol should go to Area A3 immediately! The battle between the Gorefiend Monarch and the Banshee has been detected—the situation here is about to go berserk, and anyone who is free should come over and help immediately!"

"Gorefiend Monarch, Banshee...? I know, let's go!"

Sarkaz was stunned for a moment when he received the message from the walkie-talkie, and then he glanced at Mandela in front of him. He didn't think for too long, and almost immediately decided that this kitten couldn't make any waves.

"Hurry up and go back wherever you came from, do you hear me!" Sarkaz finally said this sentence, and then left the street in a hurry.

"...?"

Mandela blinked, although she didn't know what was going on, but it seemed that she had gotten away with it?

——I have the impression that the name Gorefiend Lord is the enemy that the banshee Sarkaz is in charge of.

Mandela shook her ears. No matter how she said the task content, she still listened carefully, and everyone who came to Londinium understood the content of the task.

After running away from the Sarkaz patrols, Mandela continued to go to the prison shown in the information. I don’t know if it was because of the previous alarm that there were fewer people around the prison than originally thought.

Mandela successfully got to the platform not far from the prison and began to study the next course of action.

——Hmph, I specially prepared a few stealth methods before. According to the method taught by Bai Hua, as long as you avoid the sight of everyone patrolling, keep moving around blind spots, and then go to the main control room to release those detained Victorian soldiers. up!

Mandela nodded confidently, then took out the binoculars and looked at the prison in the distance.

"..."

A few minutes later, Mandela showed a serious expression on his face.

——I can’t see the so-called patrol route at all!

The black-haired stupid cat slammed the telescope aside, clenched his fists with an expression of being fooled.

When he was in Rhodes Island before, Mandrado heard various rumors about Bai Hua, most of which were when he was in Barbita as the Queen's Fang, and he performed various unimaginable tasks alone.

Mandela, who heard the news, ran excitedly and curiously to ask Bai Hua how he managed such an unimaginable infiltration mission, and Bai Hua's response was also very simple, either 'prepare a cardboard box' or 'if someone finds out Just lower your head and pretend to be aggressive', and then 'mark everyone's head', 'watch the trajectory of action', 'hide when you encounter question marks', which sound like extremely simple tricks.

Thinking that he has thoroughly understood the way of assassination, Mandela, who has Hassan came out, is full of confidence, and then after the actual battle, he finally realizes that all the gray wolf said was to put P.

There were very few patrolling soldiers that he could see, and the group of people walked in a disorderly manner.

"...these idiots"

Mandela cursed softly. Of course, this was not because her assassin dream was completely shattered before it even started, but because she noticed that the members guarding this prison were all soldiers of the [Deep Pool] organization.

Mandela joined Shenchi for a short time after Baihua ran away from Victoria, because the banner of Shenchi organization at that time was 'Fight for the Tara people'.

Mandela, who was once bullied because of her identity as a Tara, chose to join the deep pool without hesitation for too long after learning about this concept.

Later, because Mandela met Baihua again, she gradually realized the true face of Shenchi's organization. In the end, she chose to leave the organization without hesitation, and by the way, dragged Shenchi's long-standing "shadow warrior" Lafsine.

Now Mandela can conclude that those who are still loyal to Shenchi are either idiots or bad protein idiots.The former is like the former self, completely unaware that 'Tara' is just an excuse for the nobles behind the Shenchi organization, while the latter simply wants to name his atrocities righteously. Things got worse for the really oppressed Tara people.

After thinking for a moment, Mandela pulled out his staff and waved it lightly, and the stone man 'Malphite' came out of the mud out of thin air. Along with him came out a gargoyle with wings and overalls, and a man holding his arms high. The small fist stone said 'never been in such a wonderful state'.

"Listen well, the tactics are divided into two steps - rush in and kill all the villains!"

Mandela delivered a speech of justice to the summoned creatures, and the stones also raised their hands to express their acceptance.

After failing to imitate Baihua, Mandela still chose his best tactic—F2A.

After all, when he was in Shenchi, Mandela was in charge of following the command of the leader to fight with Rafshini. Compared with plotting and plotting, it is more suitable for Mandela to face without thinking.

"Boom!!"

"!? What's going on, something just broke through the big... Puff!!"

He did what he said, and after shaking out all the Stone Family, Mandela pushed towards the control center of the prison without hesitation.

The deep pool soldier who was squatting in the corner to touch the fish even smashed through the wall by something, but was directly knocked away by Malphite's R flash.

"There is an enemy attack! Come with me!?"

The Shenchi soldiers, who were belatedly aware, immediately rushed to the control center with a hole in it. As a result, the few people in the front row had just climbed the stairs when they were grabbed by the shoulders by the gargoyle and directly lifted them up, screaming and falling down. .

"Hmm...it should be pressing this button."

After stopping the reinforcements, Mandela looked at the control panel in front of him, recalling the prison control system he had learned temporarily from the profiteer Ke Luxie for 500 Longmen coins before departure, while looking for the button to release the cage.

"Click!"

Mandela pressed the red button that read 'Don't touch me' according to Kluthil's professor, and monitored the opening of all the cell doors in a uniform order.

——It’s okay, okay, it’s not the other 50% possibility.

Mandela breathed a sigh of relief. Before, when Lucille taught Mandela how to release prisoners remotely, because the process was too cumbersome, and Mandela’s education was actually similar to that of W, so he basically forgot while teaching. Degree.