The Lady Saint's prediction was correct, and the Marine Fortress, the final target of the Jaegers, was indeed on guard.
Not only the doors and windows were closed, the Yanjiao Tower and the gun turrets were also set to the activated state, aiming at the land side and ready to fire at any time.
On the towering tower, a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes and a red cloak stood with a sword in hand. Her aura was extremely frightening, no less impressive than the saintly woman surrounded by people below.
The moment they saw the woman's appearance and the red sword in her hand, almost all the Purple Hunters' eyes were red and they could not stop their murderous intent.
"Golden Rakshasa!!!"
"Alleria Le Guin!!!"
They will never forget that day, it was this woman who led the army to invade their hometown and severely trampled their will.
Of course the Jaegers knew that the invasion of Northampria was the intention of the imperial government. In all seriousness, Alleria was forced to do nothing.
In order to preserve the leading army that was destined to be unable to win and preserve some vitality for the noble faction, they had to agree to the conditions of the imperial government and launch the "Northern Campaign".
But so what?
They have no way to seek revenge from the huge imperial government, even if they gather everyone in their hometown.
The Erebonian Empire is the largest military power in the Western Continent, and may even be the largest in Semilia.
They can only choose goals that are specific and within their reach.
If you can't win the imperial capital at the center of the imperial government, then choose this base camp that integrates the local army.
I thought it would be a pity for the coach to be transferred to Livers, but I didn't expect that she actually came to the door herself.
Hatred and joy burned together, pushing the momentum of the hunters to its peak.
At this moment, let alone a "Golden Rakshasa", even if all the leading troops are in the fortress, they will not have any fear.
If the people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death?
Of course, it is one thing to not be afraid of death, but it is another thing to commit suicide without thinking.
The leader of the Jaegers was not dazzled by hatred. He grabbed Balder's collar that looked like it was made of turkey feathers and moved forward. When he came to the city gate, he lifted the fat Marquis high and let Alleria see it.
Looking at the man's face, he shouted sternly: "Open the door!"
The Rakshasa who stood alone and proudly on the city tower was indifferent and just looked at the saint below quietly, as if he was searching for something.
This arrogant attitude angered the leader of the hunters. He strangled Balder's neck hard, and the latter quickly shouted: "Open the door, open the door quickly!"
Alleria finally tilted her head, but had no intention of speaking, her eyes were full of ridicule.
At this time, Marquis Balde was also angry: "Didn't you hear, Count Le Guin? I ordered you to open the door!!!"
Alleria's reaction was also very direct. With a wave of her big sword, a sword energy fell from above and landed directly on the closed city gate passage, only one step away from Marquis Balder.
The brilliant sword energy left a clearly visible trace on the solid stone floor. Balder was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat and trembled all over.
Only then did Alleria speak slowly: "I seem to hear mosquitoes chirping... That's right, it's summer, and these hidden insects will jump out, so it's time to clean it up.
I almost forgot, I no longer have a position in Lamar State, so I can only trouble other people with the cleaning work. I just miss the past in my old hometown, and not being the commander also has the advantages of not being the commander - what do you think, Lady Saint."
After all the pretentiousness and mist, the hunters who were not involved in aristocratic circles and official circles would not understand, but Lyanna and Balder knew it clearly.
I pretended to be stupid and didn't see any hostages, such as the Marquis, so I didn't even think about opening the door.
To say the least, even if you saw it, you wouldn't be able to open the door.
I am no longer the commander of the unified local army, and the courageless gangster below has no control over me.
If you have the guts, just beat this insect to death. I will only clap my hands and applaud.
In this way, there will be no obstacles in front of that person.
The grown-up and underage girls around her couldn't understand that Alleria had planned to kill Balder when she blew up the bridge, and that was all.
She is not a saint, but a Rakshasa.
Will a woman who can get the name of "Rakshasa" have less blood on her hands?
She wouldn't mind at all if there was one more Balder.
For a moment, the leader of the hunters really wanted to kill the fat pig on the spot, but he finally held back and turned to look at the saintly lady.
After getting along with her for several months, he had deeply realized that he was not a fool, and that woman was extraordinary in both civil and military skills, but he didn't know what kind of face was underneath that mask.
The saint also stepped out from the crowd and shook her head at the leader of the hunters: "Killing a marquis has a huge impact. Keeping him can also spread your story better. This is the last thing I can do to help you.
Already."
"Don't say that, you have already helped us enough."
The leader of the hunters bowed his head deeply and paid the highest respect to the saint.
Then, he threw the Balder in his hand to the side with all his strength, never looking at the trash that was as disgraceful as the old nobles who abandoned their hometown.
"Put up the flag!"
A waving flag of the stars and stripes of the Holy Shield fluttered in the wind.
In this day and age, few people remember the coat of arms on the flag.
That was the symbol of the house of Grand Duke Balmut, the former head of the Grand Duchy of Northumbria. After the "Salt Pile" incident 28 years ago, the Grand Duke abandoned the country and the people and fled abroad with his cronies, and was spurned by the people of the country.
So similar to Balder.
What's even more ironic is that no matter how much they look down on them, they must use the banner of these scum to prevent their actions from affecting the innocent people in their hometown.
"Everyone, prepare to attack."
For the sake of Northampria - he and his compatriots could not say this out loud in any case, they could only express it through actions.
Seeing this scene, Alleria couldn't help but sigh.
She has no ill feelings toward these hunters, and even has some admiration for them. However, the two sides have different positions and have reasons why they cannot give in.
Therefore, she must put aside her personal likes and dislikes, make a decision, raise her sword and order: "Get ready to attack."
At the same time, the Saint of Steel also raised her hand.
In fact, she is the same. As an imperial noble, her move is tantamount to treason, but even so, she must implement her beliefs.
If it had been her before, she would have preferred to lead her subordinates on a wider battlefield and have a good fight face to face.
But putting on this heavy armor, putting on this mask, and taking the name "Steel" means that she has to break away from the glory of the past.
Even if she gets her hands dirty and tarnishes her past reputation, she must take this fortress.
Echoing the will of the saint, the same silver-white divine machine appeared out of thin air, with high-intensity guidance gathering on its chest, and its target was the closed city gate in front of it.