"If that's the case …" The secretary-general, who was sitting beside him, raised his glasses and said, "Today, the Sirius Legion is approaching the Golden Lion's Holy Helm Castle. Marshal Windsor Belo personally led the army, and the attack time was set at noon. If this war were to start, I'm afraid that even if the Golden Lion were to change his successor, he would not sit at the negotiating table because of hatred, right? "
Allen said, "Then inform the teacher to stop the attack."
"Do this immediately." Mobius said to the secretary-general.
Allen said in a deep voice, "Mr. President, can you send someone to take me to the Holy Helm Castle?"
"Of course not."
The Holy Helm Castle was not a fortress, but the name of a new city. The city was built by the Golden Lion, and the predecessor of the Holy Helm Castle was just an ordinary city on the surface. The city was destroyed in the invasion of Nelm, and the Golden Lion rebuilt and expanded on the ruins of the city. Nowadays, there were no tall buildings in the Holy Helm Castle, but roads were accessible in all directions, and canals were dug to divert water, forming a canal that ran through the city for the residents of the city to drink.
One of the biggest features of the city was that anti-aircraft turrets could be seen at all the commanding heights of the city. As for the surroundings of the Holy Helm Castle, all sorts of fortifications had been built. The Golden Lion had turned it into a war fortress, and it was also Capullo's base camp.
At this moment, Capullo was shaving his beard in his bathroom. After he had shaved off his beard, he looked at himself in the mirror with his hair cut short. He was ten years younger. Originally, if he had wanted to, he could have maintained his appearance in his prime. After all, after crossing Level 30, his lifespan had been greatly extended, so the middle-aged period was very long. Usually, experts of this level would be able to maintain their youth without dying.
Of course, there were also some unusual individuals among these experts who allowed their appearances to fade away with the wind. This included Horn and Capullo.
Horn's thoughts were incomparably exquisite, but Capullo himself allowed himself to grow old in order to lower the vigilance of the Federation and the New Party, making people think that the Berserk Lion and the Heroic Spirit were no longer there. After leaving the battlefield, Capullo had been keeping a low profile, even giving off the illusion that the marshal was retiring. Everyone knew that this lion was full of ambition. All the appearances were deliberately created by him.
Now, he had finally achieved his goal. After decades of hard work, building up his connections bit by bit and infiltrating the Federation without them noticing, he finally had the Golden Lion Army, the trump card army, firmly in his hands.
At the most appropriate time, he would separate this army from the Federation and turn it into his own private force.
Therefore, at this time, there was no need for him to conceal it. Capulo swept away his old age and changed into a uniform. It was as if he had returned to twenty years ago, and even his steps were much stronger than before.
He enjoyed his breakfast in the dining room.
Breakfast was sumptuous, with medium-rare steaks drizzled with black pepper sauce and peppermint leaves sprinkled on top. Apart from that, there was also potato salad and fresh fruit juice. Every single dish was exquisitely prepared. These dishes made by the private chef looked, smelled, and tasted great.
Capullo put a small piece of steak in his mouth and enjoyed the aroma of the food filling his mouth. An assistant reported, "Marshal, Sirius is less than a hundred kilometers away from us. In another half an hour, they will be ready to attack. "
A soft music was playing in the dining room. Capullo put down his knife and fork and laughed, "I'll bet you that Sirius won't attack just like that. They're trying to get as much leverage as possible before they pull me back to the negotiating table. That's politics. War is just a means. "
"Then what about us?"
"Of course, we have to do our part. Inform the Holy Helm Castle to enter a state of war. All defensive turrets are lifted. We have to welcome everyone from Sirius. "
Capullo picked up the juice and raised his glass in the direction of no one.
On the ground a hundred kilometers away from the Holy Helm Castle, a rumbling sound came from the sky. A fleet slowly cut through the sky, driving away the thick clouds. This was Sirius's fleet, consisting of a mothership, three battleships, and hundreds of combat airships.
These flying metal pieces of iron formed a picture of power, and the beasts on the ground scrambled to flee, far away from the murderous aura emitted by the metal machines.
Windsor Bellow was on the mothership. This time, she didn't drive her own ship out. She only used the mothership with the Sirius logo. In the command hall, Marshal Greed sat on a high seat. She was dressed in military uniform, and the golden emblem engraved with a wolf's head shone on her hat. The hat on her head hung low, and the tongue of the hat blocked half of the female marshal's face.
The Endless Battery was casually pulled aside by her. Windsor Bellow didn't say a word, but her entire body was filled with killing intent.
"In half an hour, we can enter the battlefield." A Sirius general reported loudly from below the bridge.
Windsor Bellow stood up with the Origin Tool in her hand and said indifferently, "You guys stay here. I'll meet Capullo and prepare a small ship for me."
A moment later, a combat airship flew out from the belly of the mothership. Two streaks of blue lightning spat out from behind the hull, pushing the airship towards the other side of the Holy Helm Castle.
Capullo, who had already eaten breakfast and stepped into the command building, happened to see the scene on the big screen. He grinned and said, "Windsor Bellow wants to see me."
With a shake of his shoulders, he took off his fur cloak and strode out of the command building.
In the sky outside the Holy Helm Castle, an airship approached from afar and finally hovered outside the range of the defensive turret. The door to the cockpit of the airship opened, and Windsor Bellow jumped onto the top of the ship. She held the Endless Battery in her hand and looked deeply at the gray city opposite her. Then she said, "Capullo, get out of here!"
Her voice wasn't very high, but it rolled through the city like thunder. Her voice gradually rose and finally turned into a thunderous roar.
"Windsor Bellow, if you're here to negotiate with me, then you can go back. My conditions are still the same. If the Federation refuses to agree, then there's no need to say anything. "
Standing on the high defensive wall in front of the Holy Helm Castle, Capullo carried his sniper rifle on his shoulder and bit a cigar in his mouth. His voice was as deep as a drum, sweeping across the earth. The earth buzzed, and its momentum was no worse than Windsor Bellow's.
On the airship, Windsor Bellow revealed a charming smile. Unfortunately, she was in midair, and there was not a single ghost around her, so no one appreciated this smile. "You're mistaken. I'm not here to negotiate with you. I'm not a politician from beginning to end. "
"Then what are you doing here? Reminiscing about the past?"
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