Raymond, who was wiping his flintlock, smiled and looked at his new partner who was "persuading" him to "abandon evil and do good".
Although each of them has no body and can only exist in the form of a ghost, but for them knights of the queen, this is nothing.
The living are ruled by the Queen.
The same goes for the dead.
What pleased Raymond the most was that he got several important news from these new companions.
What made Raymond happiest was that outside Hans Harbor, there was a small arsenal hidden enough to arm a hundred people.
It is full of new weapons developed by the New Federation.
Even, there is no shortage of heavy weapons.
"Captain Raymond, I need to leave."
"The Commander has sent an order."
"besides… "
"I was so sorry before."
Turning into an undead, Goulart, who directly became the middle evil spirit, bowed slightly to Raymond, with a deep apology on his face.
"No need to apologize."
"It's over."
"Now, we are colleagues!"
"All for Her Majesty the Queen!"
Raymond said solemnly.
"All for Her Majesty the Queen!"
Goulart and the 20 subordinates behind him said at the same time.
Then, Goulart prepared to leave with the subordinates who were originally secret agents and spies of the New Federation who 'voluntarily joined' Denise's undead army.
And at this moment—
'I don't like this kind of war! '
'Let it be over quickly! '
'I want Jason back with me! '
'I still want to eat the meaty bones made by the fat aunt! '
The voice belonging to Denise sounded in them and their hearts.
Without hesitation, everyone and the undead knelt on one knee.
"Follow your will, my Majesty the Queen!"
Cries sounded in this abandoned warehouse.
…
Outside Hans Harbour, deep sea.
On an ancient battlefield.
One by one, the dead began to come back to life, climbed up from the mud, and joined the queue in the distance, shining with the fire of their souls.
Their bodies are as decayed as the swords in their hands.
Their steps faltered and faltered in the sea, and they were weak.
But their wills are as hard as steel and as hot as flames.
Looking at these transformed and revived skeleton warriors, Lederman couldn't help shaking his head.
"not enough!"
"not enough!"
"Too little!"
"Millions! At least a million!"
Although it was transformed into an evil spirit that was close to a fierce spirit, its memory was not lost. It knew very well that the number of 100,000 skeleton soldiers in front of it was still too small.
At least a million skeleton warriors are needed!
Because only a million skeleton warriors are enough to flatten the so-called new federation.
Only in this way can Her Majesty's carefree life be ensured.
And ghosts!
Thinking of this, Lederman turned his head and looked at the two undead on the battlefield.
They are constantly transforming.
Three thousand ghosts have gathered.
Different from their originally special three hundred ghosts, these ghosts only have the most common instincts.
However, it is precisely because of this that they choose to obey.
"Ghosts cost 100,000!"
Lederman gave such orders.
The two battlefield undead did not refute.
Because that's what they wanted to do.
Then, Lederman looked to a deeper place in the sea.
Darkness hangs over there.
The vision of the undead can't see there clearly.
There is only a vague outline.
That is…
A city!
A city that makes its heart palpitate.
"This is also a place that is dangerous to the Queen!"
"It is necessary to sweep away all the dangers on the ground before sweeping away here!"
Lederman thought silently.
Just when this dead man who was far beyond ordinary evil spirits was thinking—
'I don't like this kind of war! '
'Let it be over quickly! '
'I want Jason back with me! '
'I still want to eat the meaty bones made by the fat aunt! '
It was Her Majesty's voice.
Her Majesty has issued the latest order.
All the dead souls and the dead fell to their knees.
They cry out with their souls:
"Follow your will, my Majesty the Queen!"
The sea water in the deep sea boiled at this moment.
Lederman dismissed his plans.
Neither did the two battlefield undead.
For them, Her Majesty's will is above all else.
"Let's go!"
"Target: Yanbao!"
One order.
The 100,000 undead army took immediate action.
Did not rush to the surface.
They don't need to breathe, they are tireless and painless, and they move directly from the bottom of the sea.
And just after the army of undead left.
The deep sea returned to calm.
Only the city shrouded in darkness remained.
Stand there.
eternal.
…
Mobius Palace, 'Emerton III' holding a wine glass.
The bursts of pain in his mind forced the federal governor to choose to use alcohol to numb himself.
This pain has been around for a long time.
It has been appearing since he failed under the artillery fire and chose 'fusion'.
However, 'Emerton III' doesn't care about this.
Because, it was that failure that allowed him to find the real way forward.
However, this does not mean that 'Emerton III' will let go of those who let him fail.
Gerald!
Jason!
Chanting the names of the two brothers.
Especially the latter made the leader of the federation gnash his teeth.
Inexplicably using a strange to attack him.
They also used slogans like 'sweet sugar' to confuse him.
Damn it!
However, it won't take long.
"You are also my sacrifice!"
'Emerton III' thought very positively.
Gerald will definitely go to support and meet the widow and remnant soldiers of Grand Duke 'Swallow Castle'. Hans Harbor who lost Gerald is a toothless tiger. Civil strife is inevitable.
and…
"Do you really think that the widow and remnant soldiers of Grand Duke 'Yanbao' are so easy to welcome?"
"I have prepared a big gift for you!"
'Emerton III' sneered.
However, the next moment, such a smile became stiff——
"Report!"
"All the secret agents and secret agents in Hans Harbor have lost contact."
"What did you say?"
'Aimerton III' looked at the communication soldier in front of him.
Under the gaze of the federal administrator, the communications soldier's heart trembled, and his voice stammered.
"Han, Hans harbor's secret agents and secret agents have all lost contact..."
boom!
'Amorton III' didn't wait for the messenger to finish speaking, and raised his hand to shoot.
The communications soldier fell directly into a pool of blood.
The other party's personal servant waved his hand, and several waiters immediately carried the corpse down with expressionless faces.
"waste!"
"A bunch of trash!"
"Has so much money been eaten by dogs every year?"
'Emerton III' growled.
The wine glass in his hand was thrown to the ground again.
Snapped!
The glass shattered.
Amid the crisp sound, 'Aimerton III' suddenly thought of something more important.
"Did the trap against Gerrard succeed?"