What?! My anime figures have all come true!

"What, what did you do?"

French officials were completely baffled by these comments, much like some unlucky guy from the era of martial gods.

Xiao Ma, who saw these comments, also had something to say.

"I'd love to put on a show, but have you given me the chance? All I get are rotten eggs and big scoops, making it impossible for me to be approachable."

"Ah... China is still the best. The people there really treat me like president."

The secretary standing next to him: ... (hesitant to speak)

Is it possible that the Chinese people actually welcomed you with the mindset of "watching monkeys," since they don't usually get to meet foreign leaders?

Besides, if your work hadn't been so abstract, you wouldn't have gotten rotten eggs and a big slap on the wrist. (Sweating soybeans)

However, this situation is indeed very strange.

Although they, being in the temporary government base (bunker) in Orleans, have no control over the national situation, aren't things steadily improving, whether it's the rescue operation in Paris or the fight between superhumans from various factions against the wyverns?

Why are there so many trolls on the internet over a video of Queen Marie Antoinette personally comforting the French people?

Although there were many rumors before this... "Are the Bourbon loyalists making their move? What are they thinking at this most critical moment!"

Cassandra, who was directing the evacuation of people in downtown Paris, suddenly turned around. She had already learned about the incident through a Bluetooth headset connected to the authorities.

Cassandra's first reaction was that the Bourbon remnants were causing trouble, followed by an overwhelming anger.

If you want to fight for power and profit, can't you wait until things are over? France is on the verge of life and death, and you're already trying to build up the "royalty"?

Do you really know if the current members of the former royal family have any connection with Queen Mary?

"I was hoping that if I were summoned as Queen Marie Antoinette, and in another world at that, those Bourbon remnants would behave themselves, but it seems the opposite has happened..."

Cassandra was born during the most glorious era of the Sun King in France, so she naturally knew the world like Queen Marie Antoinette. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a naive and foolish woman.

Even if such a person were to become a Heroic Spirit and descend as a Servant to protect France, it wouldn't be suitable for promotion.

After all, there are just too many flaws...

Unexpectedly, Queen Mary's behavior was so different from the stereotype that she not only did not treat ordinary people as inferiors, but also personally comforted those ordinary people who were no different from refugees.

This striking contrast created by her approachable behavior caused people's goodwill towards Queen Mary to surge, especially after she displayed that pure maternal radiance...

Another thing is that everyone went to research historical records, digging up all sorts of old, trivial matters from France's past. "Speaking of which, this is something that girl Marie would do. When she first came to France, she really tried hard to learn how to be a good queen, unlike other decadent royal nobles. It's just a pity..."

Looking back on those days, Cassandra couldn't help but feel a little sentimental.

In contrast, even if the summons were indeed of Louis XIV, assuming that Sun King was willing to protect the French people of today, he would absolutely not say a word to them, let alone appease them.

As for helping the provisional government in Orleans?

Haha, she has absolutely no way to deal with it.

We're so busy rescuing people that we don't have the energy to offer advice or solutions.

"That Cake Queen! She can actually produce such a special reaction?"

On the other side, even the old guard of the Napoleonic Empire were starting to lose their composure.

But putting ourselves in their shoes, if it were their Napoleon who was summoned, he probably wouldn't care too much about these people; the priority would be to quell the chaos in France as soon as possible.

As long as the achievements are great and dazzling enough, they can cover up all flaws.

After all, that's what he did back then.

As for the Bourbon loyalists? They're all itching to pop the champagne at halftime.

"What do we do? Are we just supposed to let those guys, who should have been swept into the dustbin of history, launch a media offensive? Is there no way to fight back?!"

Xiao Ma paced back and forth in the bunker's makeshift meeting room, while the officials and secretaries around him dared not breathe.

This scene is so much like Downfall, especially the little horse's mentality, which is similar to that of the Führer who shouted "I'm so angry!"

"Mr. President, we really can't refute that."

People naturally compare themselves to others.

Look at Queen Marie Antoinette on the other side, she gave "her" palace to the Parisians for free as a refuge, and even created a safe zone to prevent monsters from entering. Inside, there was an unlimited supply of food and water, as well as a medical team led by the angel with the lantern to treat the wounded.

Then let's look at the provisional government in Orleans...

Oh my God!

Are you replicating the doom of the Third German Empire?

The head of state, officials, and generals hid in the bunker, while the French army outside struggled against the enemy's attack, unable to even launch a counterattack.

Why don't you find a portrait of Louis XIV, sit next to it, and shoot yourself in the head? "Those guys all compare me to a little mustache!"

Xiao Ma instinctively grabbed the pen on the table, but in the end didn't throw it away, because the feeling of déjà vu was too strong.

Seeing this, no one else dared to speak.

The provisional government in Orleans also had its own grievances.

Although the pact between the government and the two remaining forces was automatically dissolved due to Joan of Arc's plan to destroy France, allowing the extraordinary beings from those two sides to emerge.

But they didn't come to Orleans to help fight the enemy at all. The superhumans urgently recruited by the provisional government were only a handful, and their abilities were not as great as the army's firepower inflicted on the wyverns!

As for the military?

It can only be said that he has become accustomed to fighting counterinsurgency as a mercenary, and his combat effectiveness is far inferior to what it used to be. He is only slightly better than the fat guy from the German Federal Government next door, but only by a small margin.

"Damn it! The barrage on the left is too weak! Those monsters are about to break through the firepower!"

The commander outside the bunker picked up the walkie-talkie and started cursing.

"No, this won't work! Our anti-aircraft guns can't fire! And we're running out of ammunition!"

The words on the walkie-talkie sent a chill down the commander's spine. "First" "launch" "d" "e" "q" "i" "x" "s" "." "o" "r" "g"

How long has it been since those weapons were repaired?

There are also ammunition reserves...

Damn it! Most of the stockpiles have been sold overseas, and the domestic ammunition reserves are only enough for minimal training!

"Are we going to die here today? God..."

The commander lowered his head in despair.

buzzing...

Just then, a strange buzzing sound rang out, silencing the entire battlefield, silencing both the roar of the wyverns in the sky and the sounds of gunfire.

They've all disappeared.

"What's wrong...?"

The commander looked up blankly and found that the clouds in the sky looked exceptionally sacred under the golden holy light.

And from within the clouds, a beam of light, as warm as the sun, pierced down and shone upon the earth. Had God truly heard their prayers?