This was like a signal. Apart from the team below the stage, the normal Wizards watching from the side, and the victims in front of the television, the rhythmic cry of the Wizards echoed repeatedly, "War!"
"Albert Harris." Owen's tone now was different from usual, with a clear sense of military command.
Hearing the call, Albert took a step forward, his chest puffed out, and his body stood straight. He raised his hand to his father, the Minister, and gave a Wizard salute that was now basically treated as a military salute.
"I appoint you as the commander of the Armed Aura Legion, and give you the designation — Great British Legion!" Owen ordered sonorously.
"Yes, sir!" Without any superfluous words, Albert saluted again after receiving the order and retreated to the side.
"Penello Cleavat." Owen's gaze turned to Penello, who was wearing a uniform and emitting a murderous aura.
The sound of dragon leather boots hitting the ground rang out. Penello's posture was different from his usual wanton attitude, and his posture was straight and upright.
"I appoint you to lead the volunteer Wizards under the protection of the Umbrella as their commander, and give you the designation — Krieger Death Legion." Compared to when he had just appointed Albert, Owen's tone had not changed.
"Yes, sir!" Penello proudly raised his head and returned the salute. His red lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was solemn and cold.
"Ramona? Rosier. "Owen called out the name of the third Commander.
Wolf Mother, who had tied her hair into a neat ponytail like her daughter's, also came over and saluted.
"I appoint you as the Striker and Patrol Aura Legion, and assign you thirteen Viking Death Knights to make up for your strength, and give you the designation — Viking Legion." Owen's tone was steady and serious. "You and your legion's mission will be to support Commander Albert Harris and Penello Cleavat."
"Yes, sir!" Wolf Mother saluted, and her brown hair trembled with the salute.
"Now, immediately discuss the allocation of the Golems, Giants, and ships below. The Ministry of Magic will be temporarily formed by me, John Bartha, and other members of the General Staff. Later, we will contact you to assign tasks … At that time, the scene will be under the overall command of Penello Cleavat." Owen waved his arm fiercely below. "Now, let's go."
Seeing that the position of the commander-in-chief of the operation fell to the infamous Penello instead of the eldest son of Harris, the German and Bulgarian ambassadors were terrified by the British's desire for revenge behind this operation.
Even the ambassadors of the victim countries felt fear and exaggeration when they saw the posture of revenge in front of them. They were even more worried that Harris might take this opportunity to participate in the attack to expand their territory and infringe on the interests of other countries.
As the victim countries, they originally came here hoping that the powerful United Kingdom would stand up for them and use the United Kingdom's power to seek benefits. However, even if they had many victims, their best idea was to arrest a few key figures and ask for some money or even trade agreements as compensation. However, they never thought that the United Kingdom would have such a fierce reaction. These ministers were originally just asking some mafia bosses to help teach the neighbors or competitors of the shops next door a lesson, so that they could gain more benefits and occupy more of the garden boundary. However, they did not expect the mafia boss to directly pull out a knife and wipe out the entire family …
"Minister Harris, please calm down. Everything can be discussed."
"It's enough to compensate for the losses … There's no need to start a war and let the United Kingdom's good warriors be harmed …"
"Minister, war will inevitably bring more casualties and losses, please reconsider!"
…
Hearing the advice next to him, Owen nimbly turned around and politely bowed to the representatives of Germany and Bulgaria.
"I think my boys have made their attitude clear." Owen immediately straightened his body and looked at the German and Bulgarian ambassadors in a tone that was not as polite as when he was diplomatic in the past. He declared, "Both of you, I believe you've heard it clearly. From now on, the United Kingdom has officially declared war on the countries involved in the bombing, which is the currently proven Germany and Bulgaria. However, as diplomatic envoys, our country will guarantee the personal safety and corresponding treatment of both of you …"
"Minister Harris … Please at least tell me how many hours we have … What time do you plan to start the operation …" Vasil was as nervous as a bowstring. This was his last hope. He hoped that there would be some time for him to go back and inform and transfer their families and wealth.
"The operation time is supposed to be confidential." Owen nodded politely at Vasil, but his tone was not polite. "But there's no harm in telling you. It's today, right now … Now please forgive me, I need to go back to the temporary staff office to command."
This made Vasil stare blankly at Owen. In desperation, his eyes were lifeless, as if his soul had been hollowed out. His lips moved subconsciously, but no sound came out. Now he finally understood what Daisy meant when she said that there was not much time left.
The strings in Goebbels' brain seemed to have snapped. He stood up angrily and wanted to rush back to Germany, but the moment he met Owen's eyes, it was as if he was drenched in ice and snow. He slumped back into his chair. If he stayed here, he would at least have the treatment of a diplomat, but if he went back now …
The representatives of the other countries could no longer keep quiet. In a panic, they all left, intending to contact their countries to discuss countermeasures.
But the British did not care about their thoughts. As the commander-in-chief, Penello had already ordered the armed forces to board the floating ships. The army was about to depart.
The Auros continued to walk and boarded the floating ship in an orderly fashion. Apart from the sound of their footsteps, they did not make a single sound. The armed forces of the Red Umbrella had also silently disappeared from the battlefield, including the giants and golems. Although their movements were not as orderly as the adepts', they were not as orderly as the adepts'.
Under the command of the wizards on their backs, the fire dragons landed on the top deck of the largest type of sail battleship. Some of the wizards who were familiar with the Muggle World found that this type of ship looked a little like the aircraft carriers in the Muggle World.
Even though the scale of the fleet was unprecedented for the adepts, that was only for the adepts. Thus, the entire process was relatively smooth. Once a group of people was loaded up, they would immediately teleport away. After a short while, the number of floating ships on the field had decreased by more than half.
This speed made the foreign representatives speechless. With such speed and such powerful armed forces, if it was their own country that was being invaded, it would be difficult to resist. This was not even taking into account that most of the magic countries' governments would need months or even years to discuss a matter in the parliament.
When more than half of the team had left, Penello, as the commander-in-chief, brought Albert and the Wolf Mother, who were nominally her adjutants, back to the high platform. They ignored the frightened eyes of the wizards who were still on the platform and approached Lessie, Zhuo Geng, and Pency, the three emperor-like fire dragons below the temple.
Some black fog appeared out of thin air, and the other members of the Red Umbrella team appeared behind the three high-ranking generals. They had deliberately changed their Hogwarts assistant uniforms and put on the more military-like uniforms of the Aura who still retained their positions in the Ministry of Magic.
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