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Chapter 418 The Tragedy of Britain
Buckingham Palace, London
Tap tap tap,

The military boots tapped on the marble floor, leaving a series of soft sounds.

"Your Majesty, the 4 Royal Navy personnel are all in position, led by the aircraft carrier HMS Prince of Wales; the Royal Air Force is ready, awaiting only the appearance of the enemy; the Royal Guard, the 1st Queen's Dragoon, the 9th and 12th Royal Lancers, and the 2nd Royal Tank Regiment are all deployed."

The general saluted the old man who was standing on the balcony with his back to him.

"The Prince of Wales Royal Regiment, the King's Royal Border Regiment, and the Royal Algerian Regiment."

As a long-established empire with a 'long history', all of England's armies have their own unique designations: now, these armies are converging on London from all directions to fight that 'devil' to the death.

"Those who can arrive at this time are all brave soldiers."

The old man, whose back was to the general, did not turn around, but spoke softly.

"Let them all go back."

"His Majesty?!"

The elderly man facing the balcony raised his hand, stopping the general's hurried words.

"General, can these troops stop that demon—no, that divine-descended superhuman?"

Upon hearing this question, the general could only remain silent.

Prevent?

What can be used to stop it?
The other party just stood there and let them attack.
The entire British military is giving it their all, but they probably can't even break through the enemy's 'spiritual armor'!
Besides, the enemy isn't dead: a hundred-meter-long sword, wielded with such force, could chop an aircraft carrier into scrap metal. Blood-red arrows fired from a longbow could precisely split apart, instantly annihilating tens of thousands of soldiers!

There are also those black energy spheres that can instantly destroy a city.
Even nuclear weapons are ineffective against such an existence:
What can the British military do to stop it?
"Your Majesty, the military will fight to the last moment."

But some things are not a question of whether they can be done, but rather that they must be done!

As the crisis of national annihilation loomed, countless people fled, but there were always those who valued certain things more than life itself: the rapid gathering of over 100,000 troops was perhaps England's last gasp.

"Meaningless sacrifices are not worthy of praise. However—"

The old man waved his hand behind him.

"Go down and get ready."

"Yes!"

As the general left, the old man standing on the balcony sighed.

He is the King of England, the 'theoretical' head of the Commonwealth: however, it's only theoretical, after all, what era are we living in now, and the title of king—

“It’s meaningless,”

The old man muttered to himself, but now he had no choice but to step forward.

Compared to the royal families of island nations who can only raise fish and grow flowers, the British royal family still has some rights: in addition to symbolic rights, such as presiding over ceremonies, awarding medals, and signing agreements—which are essentially rubber-stamp functions—they also have the power to appoint a prime minister, appoint Supreme Court judges, declare war, and close parliament.

While most of the time, appointing a prime minister and appointing judges are just formalities, now:

The Prime Minister is missing.

They most likely ran away.

As the theoretical supreme military leader
The old King of England could only take charge.

Step, step, step.

"What is it now—"

The footsteps behind him made the old man turn around, a look of surprise on his face, followed by a bitter smile.

"My little angel, what are you doing here?"

"Your Majesty, may I not come?"

The newcomer was a young girl with long brown hair, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old; she had a typical English appearance and was the old man's eldest granddaughter: third in line to the throne.

"Just call me grandfather in private, my little angel. Do you want me to call you Princess Charlotte?"

The old man patted the other person's head affectionately, then immediately put on a stern face.

"I should have already ordered you to evacuate."

"If my grandfather could stay, why can't I?"

"I have no choice but to stay here,"

The old man sighed; his "king" was nothing more than a human-shaped rubber stamp.

Times have changed. How could the parliamentary elites possibly allow the royal family to have even the slightest bit of 'real power'?
But in a crisis, others could run, but he couldn't!

Otherwise, before that demon even arrives, the entire England will fall apart and be destroyed by internal strife.

With his 'banner' in place, at least the military still has the courage to fight to the death; local governments are working hard to evacuate people to rural areas and various shelters: whether it will be effective or not is another matter, at least they won't kill each other because of the chaos.

Even the citizens who had vandalized the city eventually accepted reality and fled to the outskirts of the city with their families.

Distribute personnel throughout England as much as possible, and then:
It is entirely up to God's will.

Besides, he's almost eighty years old—death isn't so hard to accept.

"Then I'll stay too,"

The girl raised her head slightly and answered seriously.

"Anyway, the throne is already held by my father and brother, so there's nothing I can do to help."

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"How could your father allow you to—"

"I snuck back on my own."

? !
Upon hearing the girl's words, the old king was utterly distraught.

I'll have someone take you there.

"No, grandfather!"

The girl stubbornly interrupted the old man.

"You often say that the meaning of life lies not in the length of time, but in the depth of the past."

“I’m not a clueless child; I’ve witnessed my share of death. If my homeland is destined for destruction today, I’m willing to perish with it.” As the eldest daughter of the Crown Prince of England, this young woman had also served in the army for several years and was not the kind of princess who couldn’t even kill a chicken. However, compared to the demons that were about to strike, she was still nothing more than an ant.

"Sigh, letting you go to the army was my biggest mistake—"

tap tap tap,

Just then, hurried footsteps approached.

"Your Majesty, that demon has appeared in Listol Bay. Princess Charlotte?"

The general, who rushed over to report, was taken aback and wanted to order the guards to take the princess away, but:

"General, you don't need to worry about me."

The girl waved her hand, her firm attitude interrupting the other party's next action.

"Right now, you should be more concerned about the enemy!"

"Yes!"

The situation was urgent, and the general couldn't worry about anything else, so he quickly continued to report.

"The enemy destroyed the capital of Canada not long ago. They're flying across the Atlantic straight towards us."

Because Ijiang never concealed his whereabouts, and because of the noise he made while flying at full speed, England, with all its might, eventually caught sight of him in the coastal waters.

"The Royal Navy is en route to intercept them. Trust in the bravery of our soldiers—"

Tap tap tap,

"report!"

A messenger came quickly.

"HMS Prince of Wales aircraft carrier sunk!"

"Report: The destroyers HMS Courageous, HMS Indomitable, and HMS Diamond have all been sunk!"

Another messenger rushed over, the whole process taking only a dozen seconds.

"report!"

"Stop—"

The old king raised his hand to stop the report and stepped out.

"To the command center."

Although even when he, as king, was on-site directing the operation, he did not arbitrarily change anything, at least:

He could witness the devil's advance firsthand, instead of waiting here for a messenger's report; he was fed up with all the pointless 'ceremonies' and formalities.

"Princess Charlotte, you're welcome to come too."

Since his granddaughter insisted on staying, the old king did not force her to leave.

Given the current situation in England, where is it safe?
"Damn it, communication with the 'Guardian' has been lost!"

"The Guardian is considered destroyed. What about the remaining warships? Continue the attack! Attack!!"

When the old king and Princess Charlotte arrived at the command room, it was in complete chaos: countless chaotic shouts surged forth, and everyone was venting their fear and despair in this way.

While the Royal Navy of England may not be the strongest, it is still among the top five in the world.

However, they were so vulnerable in the face of that 'demon'!
No, it should be said that their mission was accomplished.

"Gentlemen, calm down."

The old king's arrival silenced the shouting commanders.

"The soldiers were excellent; they did everything they could and will go to heaven with their heads held high."

That's right,

The mission of these fleets was never to defeat, no, to repel the demon named 'Ijiang'.

Instead, try to deplete his spiritual power!
Even extraordinary individuals must abide by extraordinary rules.

Even if someone is a divine descendant and extraordinary, they will still consume 'spiritual power' when they launch an attack. As long as we can consume a portion of their spiritual power before we reach England, no, before we reach London, we will be victorious!

Both the Royal Navy and the Royal Air Force are heading towards that area.

Their only mission is to wear down their opponent as much as possible.

In other words, it was a sacrificial offering!

"Is that the descendant of extraordinary gods?"

In the command center, sporadic battle footage could still be received, mostly just a flash of light followed by a loss of signal; only footage from other ships and aircraft showed a blue 'skeletal angel' wielding twin swords and slashing.

Whether it's a warship or a fighter jet, they're nothing more than casually swinging a knife in front of Him.

Then it exploded into a fireball filled with flying steel!

"It's like a scene straight out of a science fiction movie,"

A girl named Charlotte muttered to herself as the screen displayed a standard scene of an 'alien civilization' ravaging an army.

The difference is that they have neither "Superman" nor "Thor"-like superhuman powers. Their opponents aren't the kind of oddballs who, despite possessing formidable strength, insist on hand-to-hand combat; they simply fly through the air, annihilating their enemies before them, and then fly straight away again.

Needless to say, the other side is heading towards London.

Despite the constant attempts by various Royal Air Force aircraft to intercept them along the way, like moths to a flame.

But they couldn't even manage a casual wave of the other side's hand: they let these fighter jets crash into the blue, translucent 'skeleton angels' and explode into bursts of fireworks.

"The other party seems to really—"

A commander moved his lips, looking at the demon that flew over a city and began to condense a 'black energy ball'.

They're planning to destroy all of England?
Other countries all headed straight for the capital, but they did:
brush,

As all the cameras tracking the demon went black simultaneously, the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground was heard.

Those present were all soldiers, and theoretically, they were not lacking in willpower; but when faced with such a demon that would destroy a nation, how were they any different from ordinary people?
O Yahweh, behold your lamb!

(End of this chapter)