"—Then let's start the battle between Red Rose and White Rose again!"
The dark iron whale roared, and his voice resounded in the sky, echoing in everyone's ears, roaring like thunder:
"I will fight for this war at all costs and with all my strength until the pure white flag disappears on the sea forever!"
"Ignore him! He's bluffing!"
Raymond's face turned pale, but then, terrifying ether fluctuations that even an outsider could feel came from the sky.
"—Petitioner's main gun warms up!"
He froze in place, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his whole body was covered with sweat.
No, this is wrong...
Talk is broken!
The negotiations were aborted before they even started.
Ye Qingxuan had no intention of sitting at the negotiating table from the beginning!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
There was chaos on the bridge. The commander was shouting something wildly and holding up his collar, but he didn't hear it at all.
What happens next
Does that guy really have the guts to attack
Is this a bluff? Yes, it must be a bluff! He doesn't have the guts, he doesn't dare!
But what if... what if he really attacks
The Burgundians will never give up. Ye Qingxuan's attitude has been fully revealed. I don't know how much effort the Holy City put in to finally restart the Hundred Years War of Roses... and this war was promoted by the religious order...
Once word spreads, the Holy City will definitely go crazy and lose all its position. The Red King will personally cut him into pieces.
And next…
"Report! There is a large amount of ether fluctuations in the Royal Fleet!" the observer shouted: "Suspected engine overdrive!"
"Counterattack! Why are you still standing there!" the commander roared: "Counterattack!"
A bone-chilling chill shot up from his heels and rushed up to the back of his head, making Raymond feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
This was the last straw that broke my sanity.
Seeing the red blood smeared in front of him, he finally understood Ye Qingxuan's unquestionable attitude, and without caring about anything else, he stopped him with a shocked voice:
"Wait! Mr. Ye! Please wait a moment..."
The indifferent countdown stopped.
A sneer sounded.
"Now, can we talk?"
talk
How to talk
Raymond felt cold all over his body, and he felt like a child being slapped on the face to educate him. Even if he held an IOU in his hand to show off his power, it was just a joke in Ye Qingxuan's eyes.
As long as he is ruthless, abandoning the Royal Fleet and annihilating the entire Phantom Fleet by self-destruction is no joke.
Now the three parties are in an awkward situation.
The psychotic Ye Qingxuan was already sitting on the engine that was about to explode, holding the explosion button in his hand.
Either Raymond and the Burgundy commanders bow their heads, or...
War is about to break out.
In just a short moment, the friction between the two sides has spread throughout the countries at an alarming speed. Currently, harsh communication prompts are heard on the bridges of both sides.
Sacrament of the Holy City, Privy Council of Angelus, Council of Sages of Burgundy, Senate of Asgard...
"I just returned to the capital and saw you causing a lot of trouble."
A sighing voice sounded from the bridge: "Lieutenant Admiral, I don't remember that the Council of Wise Men gave you the right to declare war."
"Your Highness Don Juan!"
The commander's expression changed, and he lowered his head with a panicked expression: "I have neglected my duty. I will immediately..."
"No, unfortunately you have been dismissed."
The sighing voice became cold: "Next, I will take full command of the phantom fleet, and in the name of the royal family, I will announce to the Anglo Royal Navy: - What just happened was a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstand?"
Ye Qingxuan's voice was still without warmth.
And Raymond's face also turned pale.
There was no doubt that he was abandoned, mercilessly tossed aside by Burgundy.
"Yes, yes, a misunderstanding."
The young man known as Don Juan sighed: "We were mistakenly deceived by Bishop Raymond and took the wrong countermeasures against your fleet, which led to the current situation. Just treat it as an embarrassing joke, everyone pretends to smile, Then try to forget about it. If that is the case, I will thank you, 'Your Majesty the Grand Inquisitor'."
On the bridge of Nomad Mountain, Ye Qingxuan knocked on the armrest of the chair and frowned for some unknown reason.
For some reason, such a frivolous tone sounded familiar.
Even though the situation was so tense and war was about to break out, the other party was still teasing his position indifferently, as if he didn't care about Ye Qingxuan's identity at all.
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, then laughed softly:
"That's fine... It seems that there is no need to talk to you at all, Bishop Raymond."
Raymond's face was livid, his red eyes were staring at the black shadow in the sky, and he gritted his teeth without saying a word.
Amidst the mocking laughter, the nomadic mountain that broke through the clouds cast a dark shadow onto the frozen ocean. The shadow of nothingness was like substance, given weight and nature by the majestic music theory, rising from above the ice. It crushed past and erupted with a shrill roar.
Amidst the loud noise, terrifying heat burst out from the sea, and countless ice layers fell apart, turning into hot steam rising from the sea surface, and then turned into warm rain, falling from the sky.
In an instant, the frozen sea cracked, evaporated, and turned into the ocean again.
Under the leadership of Nomadic Mountain, the royal fleet raised its flag and disappeared in the distance, leaving only Ye Qingxuan's voice echoing on the bridge:
"It's a pity that I didn't get to meet Master Schubert. Please say hello to him for me."
In the corner, the old female monk still lowered her eyes and turned a deaf ear, just reciting the god's admonitions in a low voice.
Soon, an order came from the Ministry of Sacraments. It did not mention what had just happened, but the wording was unusually harsh, ordering Raymond to take Schubert to Guixu quickly.
Raymond was in a daze and didn't even say goodbye. After whispering a few words to Sister Schubert, the two disappeared silently and left in a hurry.
Only a mess was left.
It was only then that the dismissed commander breathed a sigh of relief, slumped down on his chair, and glared fiercely in the direction of Nomadic Mountain, with an expression of dissatisfaction: "I was fooled by that guy's bluff..."
"No, Lieutenant General, you don't know him."
The young man named Don Juan said calmly:
"He means it."
The commander was stunned.
"That's it. My orders will be sent to you through a secret channel later."
Communication is cut off.
…
"It's been like this since childhood, little Ye Zi."
Burgundy, Council of Sages, the young man threw the extinguished ether ball into his pocket and could not help but whisper:
"Whether it's rotten vegetable leaves or broken wooden baskets, as long as someone dares to touch even a little bit of your things, they will fight to the death with them..."
In silence, behind the solemn seats were sixteen members of parliament representing the entire Burgundy. The old people who were awarded the title of "sages" looked at him with complicated expressions.
"Don Juan, at your request."
The Grand Speaker at the front knocked the hammer and said solemnly: "We have granted the ring of the King of Light and delivered the Illusion Fleet into your hands. This is a big gamble for your family and us. . We have given you power, now it is time for you to prove your worth. Time is running out, when will you go to Guixu?"
"Guixu?"
The young man named Don Juan turned back with a confused expression: "What is Guixu?"
The expressions of the old people were stunned for a moment, and then became gloomy. Silence returned to the conference room, and the expressions of the sages became more and more solemn: "Don Juan, what do you mean?"
"I mean, why should I go to Guixu?"
Don Juan took out an apple from an unknown pocket, wiped it casually, took a few bites, and asked vaguely: "Besides, I already have strength, why should I prove my worth to you?"
In the silence, suddenly a startled exclamation sounded from the corner.
"Sir, the phantom fleet suddenly returned!"
"Return!"
"Why?"
"Issue an order!"
"Don Juan! What do you want to do!"
The sages gave orders angrily, looking coldly at the smiling young man in front of them, their expressions more gloomy than ever before.
"It's useless, just save your worries."
Don Juan smiled, ignoring their chaotic looks, and couldn't help but shrug: "I finally got the artificial angels and the phantom fleet. If I don't take the opportunity to clean up you old men who are getting in the way, are you still going to contribute to the country? ?”
Amidst the chaotic footsteps outside the door, the muffled sound of falling to the ground continued to sound.
In the end, heavy military boots kicked the door open, and burly soldiers rushed in from the door, knocking down all the panicked guards and dragging them out.
Soon, the sound of the water bag bursting was heard, and then there was no more sound.
"Don Juan, my student..."
Among the wise men, the old man named Richelieu lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
"Of course it's a coup, teacher. Please recognize the situation as soon as possible and help me."
Don Juan replied with a smile: "Originally I didn't have enough strength, so I planned to wait for another three years. I didn't expect to be able to take command of the phantom fleet so soon. Little Ye Zi has really been a big help. I'll give it to him at Gui Xu." Okay. Now, I will take over here. Please don’t resist, old gentlemen, and cooperate with me obediently. I will blockade the whole city, first here, then the Legislative Yuan, and then the Royal Palace... "
boom!
A loud noise came from the distance, and outside the window, the huge burning angel seemed to overlap with the scorching sun, standing high in the sky, suppressing the entire palace within it.
Looking down from a high place, in the city, burning black smoke rose rapidly, and shouts came.
"You're moving so fast. Have you finished the Bastille as well?"
Don Juan whistled, stretched out his hand, and pulled the dumbfounded Speaker from his seat. He dragged the chair to the middle and found a comfortable position to sit down.
He held up his chin with his palm and looked at their pale expressions, his smile becoming more and more cheerful:
"Get ready, old gentlemen. In an hour, the three-level meeting will be reconvened after a 170-year absence. Presumably many people will be hanged from street lamps... For everyone's safety, you can discuss Now, who is going to propose the removal of the emperor?"
Don Juan tapped the armrest of his seat and declared softly:
"-Times have changed, and this country will usher in a new master."