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Chapter 1646: The Ice Queen's Thunder Breathing!
A night passed, and the rising sun appeared in the east.
Around five in the morning.
In the park outside the Sistine Chapel.
Bathed in the morning sunlight, Percyval stood on the lawn with his eyes closed, resting, allowing birds to perch on his armor.
After a night of interaction with Maxwell and others, he had learned about the various things happening in this world.
The invasion by the World Government, the war burning in the United Kingdom, the threatened Catholic faith, and the rampant vampires. These perfectly corresponded to his various identities.
He was both a Knight of the Round Table of King Arthur of Great Britain, known in legend as the 'Bearer of the Holy Grail', and a noble knight 'responsible for guarding the Holy Spear'. The Holy Spear was the Spear of Longinus that had become a Noble Phantasm. Therefore, he could fully understand why he was the one summoned.
And His Holiness the Pope's request of him was to protect the Vatican from excessive oppression by the World Government.
To be honest, Percyval was not confident about this, as he was the only Heroic Spirit on their side.
But since he had been summoned, he would naturally go all out. However, he also hoped to fight for the United Kingdom, which was currently under invasion. After all, he was a Knight of the Round Table.
His Holiness the Pope and others were somewhat hesitant about this, saying they needed to discuss it. They primarily felt that Percyval remaining here would provide more safety.
Not long ago, the Vatican had just experienced an attack, and in the end, not a single person was captured.
If Percyval had been there at the time, along with Father Anderson, the enemy would definitely have paid the price for their evil deeds!
Percyval didn't say anything about this either; as a Servant, he basically had no authority for independent action.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind him.
"Percyval."
A refreshed Maxwell walked over, beaming with joy. Because he was now an Archbishop.
"Master."
Percyval opened his eyes, turned slightly, and greeted respectfully.
The birds were quite sensible and flew away on their own.
"His Holiness the Pope and the Bishops of the College of Cardinals have decided to form the Ninth Crusade Expeditionary Force and send it to the United Kingdom to jointly resist the World Government's Star Realm Army with the military forces of various nations. The best outcome would be to create a standoff with them, facilitating formal negotiations between the two sides."
Maxwell excitedly spread his arms and laughed loudly.
"And I have been appointed as the Commander of the Ninth Crusade Expeditionary Force! As long as the mission is completed satisfactorily, when I return, I can be promoted to Cardinal!"
This was practically cultivating him to be the next Pope.
Percyval was an excellent listener and also liked to look after younger subordinates. He could see that his Master, although somewhat extreme in his thinking, possessed the potential to become a great figure.
Therefore, Percyval greatly hoped to guide him back onto the right path in their future interactions.
"It seems you worked very hard to achieve this. Thank you for your hard work, my Master."
These words stunned Maxwell. His heart, which had been cold for over a decade, actually felt a warm current.
He had indeed argued strongly with the opposing bishops at the meeting table. He constantly emphasized the importance of the war burning outside and the foolishness of merely defending the Vatican. It could be said that they argued for almost an entire night!
Of course, his identity as 'Percyval's Master' also gave him sufficient confidence and the qualification to pound the table.
"Yes, I really have been working hard, but so far, it seems only you have seen it," Maxwell sighed.
Percyval shook his head: "That's not true. I can see that Father Anderson also cares about you. He should be a very good teacher, just not one who expresses it like I do."
Maxwell murmured: "Teacher Anderson..."
"Haha, let's go, let's eat first, I'm starving! Then let's head to the battlefield together, my Master!"
Percyval patted his shoulder and laughed.
A moment later, the current Pope, Maxwell, Anderson, and others witnessed his astonishing appetite at the dining table.
On the tabletops on either side of him, there were mountains of plates stacked up, which the waiters hadn't had time to clear away. But Percyval was still eating!
At the same time, as order after order from His Holiness the Pope was issued, major Knight Orders and Air Force units began to assemble at Fiumicino Airport, located about twenty-four kilometers west of the Vatican.
As soon as Maxwell, Anderson, Percyval, and others arrived, and after the former gave a pre-battle mobilization speech, they could set off majestically by air to participate in the war in the United Kingdom.
As time passed, the battle situation became increasingly fierce.
The British Army, which had retreated to Manchester, could only continue to run towards Sheffield under the offensive of the Fourth Heavy Combined Brigade and the Army Breaker Star Unit.
Fortunately, reinforcements from Leeds and Birmingham helped them share a lot of pressure.
However, Colonel King Bradley, the commander, did not transfer the base to Manchester, but continued to stay in Liverpool.
Because the coastal area of Liverpool allowed his brigade's naval fleet to dock and included them within the protection scope of the base command.
So, the Manchester area was handed over to the First Regiment under his command.
Its regimental commander was from his hometown, originating from the Alchemy Kingdom in the Imperial Arms World.
However, she was an extremely rare female military officer.
Olivier Mira Armstrong!
That's right.
She was the older sister of the 'Strong-Arm Alchemist', Armstrong!
But Olivier was not an alchemist due to a lack of talent.
However, she was skilled in commanding troops, proficient in swordsmanship, a super military enthusiast, and possessed a powerful queenly aura.
Because her subordinates often called her 'the Queen whose heart has turned to ice', she also had the nickname 'Ice Queen'.
Doesn't that sound a lot like Esdeath?
But actually, Esdeath is very much like Olivier.
A Heavy Composite Regiment, excluding various armored units, has about two thousand troops, which is enough to counter tens of thousands of troops in this world.
Not to mention there was a Second Regiment positioned towards Birmingham to the south.
Therefore, Colonel King Bradley was not overly worried and returned to the restroom on time to replenish sleep and energy.
But who knew that around one o'clock, Yuri suddenly woke him up.
"What's the situation?"
Colonel King Bradley immediately opened his eyes and got out of bed.
"The First Regiment stationed in Manchester was attacked by a large number of Vampire Soldiers. Major Olivier is leading the troops in combat, but they are clearly at a disadvantage and need support."
Colonel King Bradley frowned upon hearing this, his gaze filled with killing intent.
At this moment in Manchester, gunshots were already loud.
Explosion firelight from grenades or rocket launchers appeared from time to time.
The populace hiding in their homes were trembling with fear.
The base of the First Heavy Composite Regiment was located around Manchester Airport.
Therefore, this was also the main attack direction of the Vampire Soldiers.
However, the Star Realm Soldiers patrolling the streets and alleys were also attacked by them.
Although the Vampire Soldiers were agile and nimble, ordinary human soldiers were no match for them at all.
But fortunately, as long as the Star Realm Soldiers used the Demon Slayer Breathing Style they had learned, combined with the assisted aiming of their tactical goggles, they could completely keep up with the former's movements.
Coupled with the infantry fighting vehicles serving as cover and providing heavy machine gun firepower, the battle situation was not completely one-sided.
But overall, they were indeed suppressed.
Basically, once the distance closed to the point of melee combat, most Star Realm Soldiers found it difficult to defeat Vampire Soldiers.
Even though they were equipped with long sabers on their backs.
But this did not include Olivier!
"Thunder Breathing... First Form... Thunderclap and Flash..."
Thunder sounded, and electric flash tore through the darkness.
This blonde female military officer with the nickname 'Ice Queen' used the sword technique of 'Thunder Breathing'.
She cut open wounds on the necks of four Vampires along the way, causing blood to splatter.
Logically, this wasn't very fatal to them.
But who knew that the skin and flesh around the wound were visibly charring and decaying, until their heads were affected, and they fell heavily to the ground, completely losing vitality.
"So that's it, Nichirin Blades are also effective against you..."
Olivier held her blade, turned around, and her ice-blue gaze swept over the surrounding Vampire Soldiers, revealing a mocking cold smile.
This caused the latter to feel a strong sense of unease, and they subconsciously took two steps back.
What exactly was that blade?
End of Chapter
A night passed, and the rising sun appeared in the east.
Around five in the morning.
In the park outside the Sistine Chapel.
Bathed in the morning sunlight, Percyval stood on the lawn with his eyes closed, resting, allowing birds to perch on his armor.
After a night of interaction with Maxwell and others, he had learned about the various things happening in this world.
The invasion by the World Government, the war burning in the United Kingdom, the threatened Catholic faith, and the rampant vampires. These perfectly corresponded to his various identities.
He was both a Knight of the Round Table of King Arthur of Great Britain, known in legend as the 'Bearer of the Holy Grail', and a noble knight 'responsible for guarding the Holy Spear'. The Holy Spear was the Spear of Longinus that had become a Noble Phantasm. Therefore, he could fully understand why he was the one summoned.
And His Holiness the Pope's request of him was to protect the Vatican from excessive oppression by the World Government.
To be honest, Percyval was not confident about this, as he was the only Heroic Spirit on their side.
But since he had been summoned, he would naturally go all out. However, he also hoped to fight for the United Kingdom, which was currently under invasion. After all, he was a Knight of the Round Table.
His Holiness the Pope and others were somewhat hesitant about this, saying they needed to discuss it. They primarily felt that Percyval remaining here would provide more safety.
Not long ago, the Vatican had just experienced an attack, and in the end, not a single person was captured.
If Percyval had been there at the time, along with Father Anderson, the enemy would definitely have paid the price for their evil deeds!
Percyval didn't say anything about this either; as a Servant, he basically had no authority for independent action.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from behind him.
"Percyval."
A refreshed Maxwell walked over, beaming with joy. Because he was now an Archbishop.
"Master."
Percyval opened his eyes, turned slightly, and greeted respectfully.
The birds were quite sensible and flew away on their own.
"His Holiness the Pope and the Bishops of the College of Cardinals have decided to form the Ninth Crusade Expeditionary Force and send it to the United Kingdom to jointly resist the World Government's Star Realm Army with the military forces of various nations. The best outcome would be to create a standoff with them, facilitating formal negotiations between the two sides."
Maxwell excitedly spread his arms and laughed loudly.
"And I have been appointed as the Commander of the Ninth Crusade Expeditionary Force! As long as the mission is completed satisfactorily, when I return, I can be promoted to Cardinal!"
This was practically cultivating him to be the next Pope.
Percyval was an excellent listener and also liked to look after younger subordinates. He could see that his Master, although somewhat extreme in his thinking, possessed the potential to become a great figure.
Therefore, Percyval greatly hoped to guide him back onto the right path in their future interactions.
"It seems you worked very hard to achieve this. Thank you for your hard work, my Master."
These words stunned Maxwell. His heart, which had been cold for over a decade, actually felt a warm current.
He had indeed argued strongly with the opposing bishops at the meeting table. He constantly emphasized the importance of the war burning outside and the foolishness of merely defending the Vatican. It could be said that they argued for almost an entire night!
Of course, his identity as 'Percyval's Master' also gave him sufficient confidence and the qualification to pound the table.
"Yes, I really have been working hard, but so far, it seems only you have seen it," Maxwell sighed.
Percyval shook his head: "That's not true. I can see that Father Anderson also cares about you. He should be a very good teacher, just not one who expresses it like I do."
Maxwell murmured: "Teacher Anderson..."
"Haha, let's go, let's eat first, I'm starving! Then let's head to the battlefield together, my Master!"
Percyval patted his shoulder and laughed.
A moment later, the current Pope, Maxwell, Anderson, and others witnessed his astonishing appetite at the dining table.
On the tabletops on either side of him, there were mountains of plates stacked up, which the waiters hadn't had time to clear away. But Percyval was still eating!
At the same time, as order after order from His Holiness the Pope was issued, major Knight Orders and Air Force units began to assemble at Fiumicino Airport, located about twenty-four kilometers west of the Vatican.
As soon as Maxwell, Anderson, Percyval, and others arrived, and after the former gave a pre-battle mobilization speech, they could set off majestically by air to participate in the war in the United Kingdom.
As time passed, the battle situation became increasingly fierce.
The British Army, which had retreated to Manchester, could only continue to run towards Sheffield under the offensive of the Fourth Heavy Combined Brigade and the Army Breaker Star Unit.
Fortunately, reinforcements from Leeds and Birmingham helped them share a lot of pressure.
However, Colonel King Bradley, the commander, did not transfer the base to Manchester, but continued to stay in Liverpool.
Because the coastal area of Liverpool allowed his brigade's naval fleet to dock and included them within the protection scope of the base command.
So, the Manchester area was handed over to the First Regiment under his command.
Its regimental commander was from his hometown, originating from the Alchemy Kingdom in the Imperial Arms World.
However, she was an extremely rare female military officer.
Olivier Mira Armstrong!
That's right.
She was the older sister of the 'Strong-Arm Alchemist', Armstrong!
But Olivier was not an alchemist due to a lack of talent.
However, she was skilled in commanding troops, proficient in swordsmanship, a super military enthusiast, and possessed a powerful queenly aura.
Because her subordinates often called her 'the Queen whose heart has turned to ice', she also had the nickname 'Ice Queen'.
Doesn't that sound a lot like Esdeath?
But actually, Esdeath is very much like Olivier.
A Heavy Composite Regiment, excluding various armored units, has about two thousand troops, which is enough to counter tens of thousands of troops in this world.
Not to mention there was a Second Regiment positioned towards Birmingham to the south.
Therefore, Colonel King Bradley was not overly worried and returned to the restroom on time to replenish sleep and energy.
But who knew that around one o'clock, Yuri suddenly woke him up.
"What's the situation?"
Colonel King Bradley immediately opened his eyes and got out of bed.
"The First Regiment stationed in Manchester was attacked by a large number of Vampire Soldiers. Major Olivier is leading the troops in combat, but they are clearly at a disadvantage and need support."
Colonel King Bradley frowned upon hearing this, his gaze filled with killing intent.
At this moment in Manchester, gunshots were already loud.
Explosion firelight from grenades or rocket launchers appeared from time to time.
The populace hiding in their homes were trembling with fear.
The base of the First Heavy Composite Regiment was located around Manchester Airport.
Therefore, this was also the main attack direction of the Vampire Soldiers.
However, the Star Realm Soldiers patrolling the streets and alleys were also attacked by them.
Although the Vampire Soldiers were agile and nimble, ordinary human soldiers were no match for them at all.
But fortunately, as long as the Star Realm Soldiers used the Demon Slayer Breathing Style they had learned, combined with the assisted aiming of their tactical goggles, they could completely keep up with the former's movements.
Coupled with the infantry fighting vehicles serving as cover and providing heavy machine gun firepower, the battle situation was not completely one-sided.
But overall, they were indeed suppressed.
Basically, once the distance closed to the point of melee combat, most Star Realm Soldiers found it difficult to defeat Vampire Soldiers.
Even though they were equipped with long sabers on their backs.
But this did not include Olivier!
"Thunder Breathing... First Form... Thunderclap and Flash..."
Thunder sounded, and electric flash tore through the darkness.
This blonde female military officer with the nickname 'Ice Queen' used the sword technique of 'Thunder Breathing'.
She cut open wounds on the necks of four Vampires along the way, causing blood to splatter.
Logically, this wasn't very fatal to them.
But who knew that the skin and flesh around the wound were visibly charring and decaying, until their heads were affected, and they fell heavily to the ground, completely losing vitality.
"So that's it, Nichirin Blades are also effective against you..."
Olivier held her blade, turned around, and her ice-blue gaze swept over the surrounding Vampire Soldiers, revealing a mocking cold smile.
This caused the latter to feel a strong sense of unease, and they subconsciously took two steps back.
What exactly was that blade?
End of Chapter
