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Chapter 389 Steam Knights

"...Who allowed them to go out? Pick up Earl Alberta, immediately!" The Duke was not happy that the war weapons that rushed to the battlefield turned the crisis around. Instead, he was more uneasy and angry than when he faced the bloody crisis.

Because, logically speaking, the deployment of the Steam Knights was blocked by the dukes, so who was qualified, who dared to risk such a huge crime and allow him access to the steam armor?!

What's more, before she left, she handed over the authority to her confidant, Count Alberta. Who in the city of Londinium can force him to make concessions?

...There was a possibility, a very absurd and tiny possibility, she knew, but she really couldn't convince herself to believe it.

The Cumberland family has been half dead for a long time. Even if that girl drags away all the family fortune, Alberta will not be afraid of her at all, even if it is the so-called... return of the crown prince.

The knights without steam armor were not worth mentioning. They were originally abandoned pawns. Although she did intend to let some of them be swallowed up in this war, she would never let them gather into a team and appear here. That would only increase the prestige of the steam knights - she had not forgotten the glory of these war weapons.

Who would be willing to give up such a powerful deterrent force if it is not impossible to use it for their own benefit?

This is also the consequence that she and the other dukes least want to see. The Steam Knights have taken sides. Perhaps the only good news is that they have chosen the most precarious and illusory "crown prince".

The dukes were used to quickly accepting facts, no matter how bad they were, but the most important thing was always the next step. It was a fact that the Steam Knight had broken free from his shackles, so settlement, wrestling, and future restraint had to be put on the agenda.

These are not difficult things. The only thing she needs to worry about now is who is secretly instigating this behavior.

Windermere, Wellington, Stafford… or Godottin?

"Retreat, it's time to end this. No need to conserve firepower, conserve manpower." Without waiting for Alberta's response, Caster looked at the surging tide of blood and the Victorian soldiers still struggling in the surging waves, then issued new orders, his face expressionless, "How many dirty bombs are left?"

"Use them all."

"……clear."

Caster's fleet refused to provide a landing platform for the Steam Knights, but Windermere and Wellington used brute force to clear the enemies on the deck. A total of eleven Steam Knights landed on the high-speed battleships one after another, and confronted the twelve bloody Earthshakers that appeared and disappeared in the bloody waves.

When the last steam knight brought the wind pressure and landed steadily on the deck of the Duke of Windermere, a golden figure jumped out from the arms of the steam knight with a slightly frivolous step. Although she staggered, her eyes were like a beast, and her fluttering golden hair was like a flag.

The most important thing was the long sword in her hand that shone with dazzling light, a symbol of royal authority and power. The Duke of Windermere was silent for a while, and finally saluted "Victoria" in the gazes of the sword guards and Dr. Rhodes Island.

Not to Vina, the King of Advancement, but to Victoria's history and glory.

"Breath of Kings", a legendary sword that can split natural disasters, rests in Victoria's mausoleum with the Lion King after his death, symbolizing Victoria's supreme power. All the grand dukes who covet power are eyeing this national sword, and the method to open the imperial mausoleum is in their hands. But once any of them gets their hands on the Breath of Kings, the duke who becomes the target of public criticism will have to consider his own size and strength.

With a legitimate reason, a grand duke would no longer be that important in the eyes of the entire country.

...After all, even the lion king will be sent to the gallows.

But if the one who brought it back to life was the "Crown Prince", the Duke, who had been inactive for a long time during the Red Crisis, would face the morale of the army and the people. Unless he killed her in the smoke and dust without leaking a single piece of information, this blow of suppression would never be supported.

Before, they had no choice, but now the crown prince has reappeared like a legend, and the hidden third-party support is much more influential than expected, and they are not too unaware of this.

The steam knights who invisibly surrounded the center of the line to support Vina were the force that invalidated their threat. When the lion in shackles was released, the threat level before and after was different.

"His Excellency the Duke of Windermere."

"...Her Royal Highness Alexandrina Vina Victoria." Just by addressing her, Windermere had already made her attitude clear. She knew the priorities and only had doubts about how the King of Advancement obtained the Breath of the Kings, and expressed her support for ending the crisis.

"Your Highness, I would like to go first." Charles Lynch, who was walking for her, could not hide his excitement. Anger, hatred and pleasure were intertwined. He and his comrades and predecessors had suppressed it for too long.

After sacrifice, conspiracy, and betrayal, Fei Niao finally waited for the golden sunrise to appear. At this moment, the war weapons spewing white steam only wanted to tear all enemies apart as Victoria's violence.

The blood-red trumpets gathered into a tsunami, and the warship roared and blasted its way forward under the slash of Windermere's blue blade. The Originium dirty bombs falling from the side divided the battlefield. The world in everyone's vision was left with only gray haze, blood red, and dotted with flames.

Aslan looked back at the Doctor, who responded with a warm, approving look. She took a deep breath, unable to suppress her inner impulse, and raised the Breath of Kings. Charles Lynch once again lifted up the young Aslan and swooped down towards the battlefield.

"Your Highness!" Windermere didn't expect that she would take such a risk. Even with the Steam Knight, her safety on the front line of the battlefield could not be guaranteed at all!

"Sword Guards! Support the front line!"

The King of Advance fell to the ground. She knew that the Breath of Kings had no divine power, at least not in this situation. She knew this from the moment she got it.

But she finally stood with Victoria as she wished. Her eyes were full of the people standing firm in the war. She knew that they could not see her when she appeared on the deck.

"Golden……"

"Film..."

"Could it be...A-Athrun?!"

"she is?!"

The King of Advancement raised the Breath of Kings, and in the gray haze and blood, its sword light still broke through the rain curtain and shone brightly.

"Breath of Kings... Victoria! She is... Her Highness!"

"Victoria's lion is back! She is Her Royal Highness Victoria!"

The behemoth collided with the knight spewing steam, and the fight between steel and flesh instantly unfolded in the sea of ​​blood mist. With the precise sweep of the warships, the blood tide could no longer hinder the knights. With glory in their hearts, the scorching and bright blades of light swung away the heavy light. The tall warriors lifted the bloody earthshaker off the ground, grabbed the enemy and pushed it with a roar, forcibly pushing the battle line back.

"Victoria!!" The Steam Knight roared, almost shattering the rain.

The Victorian army burst into cheers, and the tide of counterattack finally began. Their sacrifices at this moment and their previous persistence received the most powerful and solid response. Even though the bloody monsters were still ferocious, they were no longer afraid of death, but instead showed Victoria's "fanaticism".

That's our knight!

That is our glory!

That's our Victoria!!

Eleven Steam Knights fought with eleven Bloody Earthshakers, while the twelfth Bloody Earthshaker raised a surging blood mist and rushed towards the Bloody Earthshakers on the battleship positions that were still fighting, trying to expand the breakthrough.

A dazzling flame surged, Draco's roar stirred ripples in the blood tide, the sparks of life spread, and a slender figure with a dazzling flame tail, like a giant dragon with spread wings, landed in front of the Bloody Earthshaker perched on the high-speed battleship, setting off a high-temperature heat wave. In front of the Bloody Earthshaker that cast a huge shadow, she seemed insignificant.

The surging flames forced the blood mist to retreat, and white steam rose from the rain curtain. Ravshini's cheeks were scratched by tiny Originium crystals and special blood mist. She was like a swaying reed, but the Bloody Earthshaker felt a fatal sting from her.

She had to recapture this position before the other Crimson Earthshakers arrived, even though that amount of time was simply impossible and the Crimson Earthshakers that broke through would arrive in just five minutes without intervention.

No intervention.

"Ugh."

The long sigh disappeared in the blood mist, covering it with blood, like a tundra devouring the battlefield. The purple flames leaped out like dormant venomous snakes, entwining the spiritual body of the Bloody Earthshaker like a chain. Although it all collapsed in the next moment, in the uncontrollable blazing purple fire, the pale-faced Abrana had a dim look in her eyes, as if she had some regrets.

"If we can't go over there, who can deal with that guy?"

"Oh, I hope you can be a little more capable. I'm in a hurry."

On the Gastriel, Wellington looked at the purple fire from afar. No one could see the figure inside it, but he still felt it was a bit risky. However, it was her own decision, so he did not have any unnecessary doubts.

Looking at the fiercely fighting Steam Knights again, Feilin smiled slightly, nodded, and turned around to instruct:

"Proceed to the next step, warriors of Tara."