Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Tallulah glanced at Chen Zhou and said, "The other dukes are still taking a wait-and-see attitude. Due to the dramatic changes in Hackland, the pressure on Windermere's northern border has been greatly reduced. She is leading seven high-speed warships and the war fortress 'Galava Iron Shield' and has already arrived..."

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly interrupted by Chen Zhou waving his hand.

Then he saw his eyes open, and there seemed to be a flash of red light.

The observation Haki pierced through the thick fog of Londinium. On a warship full of life, several soldiers on duty were yawning and almost communicating with each other.

Just when they thought it was another peaceful day of waiting and watching.

The next moment, the sky and the earth changed color

boom! ! !

The battleship was engulfed in flames, and huge explosions sounded, filling the sky and the earth.

When no one expected it, a sudden shot from the Sarkaz airship directly destroyed a high-speed warship that could be called a "land aircraft carrier". The residual power of the bombardment spread in all directions, annihilating all the rivers and mountains along the way.

After several years of waiting and confrontation, the Sarkaz broke their silence and took the initiative to attack the Duke's army!

In the office, Chen Zhou came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Gao Duoting has really been playing the pig to eat the tiger."

He said that he just wanted to enjoy himself in the manor, but he actually did everything from winning over the southern nobles, investing in and supporting the technology industry, to encouraging foreign expansion. Now he has a keen sense of war. Look at this guy, he is actually living a hidden life in Victoria!

"What's wrong, leader?" The other three looked over.

"Get ready, the Sarkaz and the Duke are about to fight."

……

The sound of a cannon from the airship allowed the dukes to open their eyes and see the world.

"Your Excellency, the current commander of the Londinium City Defense Force, Lieutenant Colonel Leto, has issued a statement claiming that the Norbert District was accidentally separated from the main city of Londinium due to 'technical reasons.'"

On the flagship 'Glory', a senior officer handed Caster a document that contained not only a statement from the old logistics zone about its separation from Londinium, but also the details of the airship's bombardment of the warships belonging to Windermere.

"Technical reasons? A poor excuse."

Caister held the exquisite little pipe in his hand and spoke slowly, "But that little toy in the sky is really itchy..."

"Yes, this giant ship in the sky is indeed beyond our expectations. It has the potential to change the future of warfare. Analysts predict that the Duke of Wellington may not be able to resist the temptation of this new weapon."

Hearing this, Kaister walked to the porthole, holding his pipe, and squinted his eyes to look forward, as if his gaze could penetrate the thick fog and see the Iron Duke's actions.

"What a coincidence, isn't it? The Tara Red Dragon evacuated the citizens of Londinium, and then the Sarkaz captured civilians to fill the old logistics area and denied them food. Meanwhile, they hid new toys in the docks of the old logistics area. If they were bait, there wouldn't be nearly enough civilians to set up a trap."

"Waiting for your next instructions." The senior officer bowed respectfully.

"Keep your eyes on Wellington. Given his personality, he'd be the first to rush over in a high-speed battleship, plow through the old logistics area with artillery shells, and then grab this new toy. But if he doesn't, that would be intriguing."

Caister said meaningfully, then took a drag from his pipe. "According to Gray Hat, the impoverished princess and Rhodes Island also infiltrated the old logistics area and contacted them, offering them supplies and food in exchange for exploring the spaceship."

"Yes!" The senior officer hurriedly pushed the door open.

……

Outside the battlefield, the 'Gastril' flagship.

An alien suddenly appeared at the battleship command center.

"Your Highness Chen Zhou, I wonder what is the matter that is worthy of your personal visit?" Wellington said with a cheerful smile, leaning on his scepter.

Abrana put down the airship report she had just received and smiled at Chen Zhou, with some unusual excitement in her eyes.

"I have a plan."

Chen Zhou walked straight towards Abrana and tore the airship report into pieces.

Abbrana froze on the spot.

Wellington's eyes widened when he saw this, a trace of confusion flashing across his face. "Your Highness, with my troops, I am more than enough to capture that spaceship first. Why did you do that?"

"It's just a trap. It's not worth wasting your time on that thing."

Abrana looked down at the shredded paper on the ground, somewhat unwillingly. "Chen Zhou, you probably don't know that Londinium has always been under the control of the Dukes. It's not difficult to obtain the structural diagram of that ship. As for those traps, they are just Victorian civilians, and there aren't many of them."

"You couldn't be more wrong."

Chen Zhou pinched Abbrana's face with his right hand and kneaded it randomly like plasticine.

The Duke of Wellington laughed and looked away.

Abrana, who always appeared aloof, froze, her face a little embarrassed.

But as a strong-hearted leader of Deep Pool, she quickly adjusted herself, and her speech was slurred because her cheeks were being pulled.

"What's wrong with me?"

Teacher Da Ai's cheeks feel so good, perhaps it is the nourishment of the 'Bone Spirit Cold Fire', her skin is so smooth that it is as delicate as a baby's, and it becomes white and rosy with a little effort.

Originally, Chen Zhou just wanted to see her contrasting side, but he couldn't help but pinch her a few more times.

"First, the airship is essentially a dead soul, a member of the Sarkaz Dead Soul Court. It's useless even if you get it. It's powered by burning dead souls. How do you drive it? Second, the Sarkaz used the airship as bait to lure the Duke's coalition into the Shard's attack range. If you don't believe me, you can look at the map."

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Abrana and Wellington quickly unfolded the map and compared it carefully.

"As you said, if the coalition forces attempt to approach the airship, they will inevitably enter the Shard's attack range."

Abbrana nodded and said quite seriously, "There's only one problem now."

"You said."

"What is the Shard?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Chen Zhou's head. After a long pause, he asked, "You mean, you're not sure what the Shard does, but you know the coalition forces will be within its attack range?"

"Of course." Abbrana nodded.

Chen Zhou blinked, feeling a mathematical formula running wild in his mind.

“Can these two be put on a par?”

"From your tone, I can tell the conclusion you've drawn." Abrana's lips curled up slightly.

Chen Zhou pinched her face very hard, kneading it until it was deformed. "Then I will tell you, the function of the Shard is to guide natural disasters. It is a super weapon. The Sarkaz's goal is to bury you in the Originium Storm."

After pinching it for a long time, he stopped and said, "If you really want to seize it, I suggest you seize the strategic-level weapon, the Shard."

"I see." Wellington stroked his long beard and suddenly realized.

There is a real trap behind the fake trap. I have to say that Sarkaz made a good move.

"Then, Your Highness, what is your plan?"

He looked at Chen Zhou who was severely "bullying" Abbrana, his eyes were just as aggressive as when he was young, as if the knife of time had left no trace on him at all.

"Take advantage of their own trick." Chen Zhou's eyes flickered with light, flashing with the cunning of a little fox.

He elaborated, "Those cowardly dukes never act without a fight. If the Iron Duke doesn't take the initiative, how can they possibly follow? Windermere has already stepped in to rescue his daughter. If you follow him now, they will surely swarm in."

Wellington tapped the scepter slowly on the ground and said, "That's true, but wouldn't that benefit the Sarkaz?"

"Of course not." Chen Zhou stretched out his hand, and the breath of the kings came from the sky and landed steadily in his palm.

"Is this... the Breath of Kings? Victoria's national sword?" Old Wellington was stunned and blurted out.

"Indeed, this sword can cut through the natural disaster. As long as the original source stone does not descend, the current natural disaster can be broken."

The Breath of Kings hovered over the steel table in the command center, allowing the other two to observe.

"With this sword, the other dukes can only rely on us to survive." Chen Zhou was a little crazy, but his eyes were determined.

Although he only needs to snap his fingers, the vast Originium Continent can instantly destroy the coalition forces of the princes.

But in wartime, the impact of killing your own people and saving your own people are completely different!

At this time, you just need to rescue a group of those who can be used, discard a group of those with ulterior motives, and then use all your energy to deal with the Sarkaz.

Chen Zhou's gaze turned to Wellington.

As soon as he heard about war, a bloodthirsty aura emanated from him.

Terra is a forest, and he is a hungry beast waiting to drink blood. All lives are easily torn apart by him, and all blood is drunk into his stomach, turning into nourishment for the next fight.

Hunting, devouring, growing stronger, decades later, he is still that young warrior.

"The Duke of Wellington has always had a good appetite." Abbrana noticed Chen Zhou's gaze and smiled elegantly.

"Which soldier wouldn't like to have an extra medal on his chest? Ivan Yevgenyevich, Herkunzoron, Corsica I, the next one to present you with a medal is the War King of Ursus, the Scavenger Nezrei." Chen Zhou added fuel to the fire.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wellington laughed heartily, naturally showing the unique straightforwardness of a soldier.

"Your Highness Chen Zhou, don't worry. Before we officially start the war with the Scavenger King, I will deal with these rats for you."

"Well, please, Your Excellency the Duke, help me sort out which ones are worth taking away and which ones...should stay there forever."

"Of course." Wellington stroked his beard and smiled.

"In that case, I will..."

Chen Zhou was halfway through his words when he sensed with his Observation Haki that a powerful guy was approaching.

Looking at the door, I saw an officer knocking on the door to report, and walked in after receiving a response.

"Who is this?" Chen Zhou glanced at the officer.

"Your Highness Chen Zhou, I am Colonel Donald under the Duke of Wellington." The officer responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Wellington nodded imperceptibly, satisfied with the other party's spirit.

"I remember you worked with the 'school officer' before, right?"

Abbrana glanced and said casually.

"That's right, but since the commander was transferred to train Deep Pool soldiers, his work has been handed over to me." Donald reported in detail.

"Oh, right." Chen Zhou put his arm around Donald's shoulders and whispered, "His Highness Tracy said the mission has changed. If you see the 'Demon King' and the doctor, bring them to him immediately."

"it is good."

Donald nodded subconsciously.

Then, his body suddenly froze, and he raised his head mechanically, and found that Chen Zhou was looking at him with a smile.

"Hello wow, Teacher Dabian, you are everywhere."

Immediately, a brand new shadow whistle was pressed against the neck of the shapeshifter cluster. "Here is your appearance fee."

Wellington and Abramana both changed color. From what Chen Zhou said, this guy named 'Donald' was replaced by someone else?

Fortunately, Chen Zhou quickly introduced 'Donald' to the two of them:

"This is a shapeshifter colony, a member of the Sarkaz Royal Court. As a collective life form, the entire species shares a single consciousness. It possesses the ability to mimic others, even completely replicating their thoughts and memories. So, the real Donald has likely already been sent away."

"He has many people of his kind?" Abrana said with some concern.

If it weren't for Chen Zhou's visit today, she wouldn't have known that there were so many strange Sarkaz in this land. First a dead soul, then a shapeshifter. Will there be any prophet or something like that next time?

"As far as I know, there are quite a few." Chen Zhou nodded. "But don't worry, it will soon become weaker. After it weakens, as long as its strength reaches a certain level, it can be distinguished. Not to mention that it doesn't have the ability of its original body yet, there are still ways to distinguish it."

Hearing this, Abrana breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good that it’s not a complete replacement, but then she thought about the fact that she was commanding an army of the dead, so it seemed that she didn’t need to worry too much.

Chen Zhou put his arm around Dabian's shoulders and walked out the door.

"Teacher Dabian, come on, come on, talk to me about the grand topic of life."

Chapter 68: The Shapeshifter: Today I Know Who I Am

"Oh? Is today our lucky day? We can actually talk to two young and promising people at the same time."

With the shadow whistle on their necks, the shapeshifters smiled neither servilely nor arrogantly, and walked out of the command center under Chen Zhou's hijack.

"Could the other one be Aifanil, the young banshee from the Deathbell Court?" Chen Zhou retracted his weapon.

"Your ability to acquire information intrigues us, young Draco."

A rare flash of surprise appeared in the shapeshifter's unchanging expression.

Since the last time on the wasteland driveway, he and he have only met twice. The two people who were replaced did not know Chen Zhou. How did this little red dragon find out?

From the outside, there is no significant difference between Chen Zhou and his Tara ancestor, but from the intelligence collected by the royal court: flying, taming beasts, fire, and recognizing people, aren’t the abilities he possesses a bit too rich?

Ancestral bloodline? The power of the gods and people?