The Holy Right of a Comic

Taking advantage of their familiarity with the terrain and their absolute superiority in numbers, they temporarily confronted this army, and it was a tie.

The wanderers knew that they had to break into the Winter Palace as quickly as possible and capture the Tsar.

Otherwise, when troops from other cities are transferred to St. Petersburg for reinforcements, it will be their defeat.

But this balance was quickly broken. As the uprising situation got better and better this time, more and more homeless people in the city joined it.

The absolute superiority in numbers, as well as not bad weapons and equipment, began to make St. Petersburg's garrison retreat steadily.

In the aristocratic district, many noble people in beautiful clothes stood on the top of the building, drinking fine wine while laughing at this uprising.

"Those untouchables started again¨.."

Standing in the neat and clean building, you can have a panoramic view of the dilapidated old city.

Although the sound of explosions, flames and gunshots could be heard from time to time throughout the city, these nobles only thought it was a farce and didn't care.

Because His Majesty's guards haven't been dispatched yet.

If all the terrible secret police were dispatched, even if these untouchables got their weapons from nowhere, they still couldn't be the opponents of His Majesty's guards.

That army without self-awareness even scared all the nobles, because they were merciless in killing nobles.

"Your Majesty should have nothing to say this time. I said that all these untouchables should be cleared away. Keeping them will only waste food."

"That's right, sometimes His Majesty is too merciful, always giving these untouchables a chance to live, but they don't cherish it."

You talk to me, the nobles laughed at the struggle of these wanderers.

"Shut up, how can your Majesty's decision allow you to comment?"

An elderly noble reprimanded with a serious face, making the young nobles dare not say more immediately.

They continued to enjoy the play, but soon, someone discovered something was wrong.

Because the scope of the flames of war had broken through the old urban area and began to break into the noble area, the gunshots were getting closer and closer.

Even standing on this tall building, you can still see that a beautiful garden not far away has already ignited a fire.

"What's going on here? How did those untouchables break through the outer protection? Where's His Majesty's guard? I'm going to sue them for dereliction of duty, sue them for dereliction of duty!"

The fat-headed and big-eared nobleman shouted in a sharp voice, finally tinged with fear in his tone.

They really want to escape now, want to leave here.

But the modesty of the nobles made them dare not do this, otherwise, after the uprising was suppressed, these nobles who fled would definitely become a laughing stock, and even be deprived of their identities.

They can only stand here in fear and wait for their fate to come.

It's not that the Tsar's Guards don't want to participate in the suppression, but Chaldea knows that these undead monsters bred by the Tsar's authority must not be allowed to join the battlefield.

Otherwise, they will fall short, and when the entire army of Russian disinformation arrives in St. Petersburg, even Chaldea will flee.

Heroic spirits need magic power to fight, and heroic spirits also have the concept of physical strength. A powerful heroic spirit is not enough to fight against the army, and the magician himself is just an ordinary person.

Otherwise, the Clock Tower would have fully supported the Advent Science Research on the summoning of heroic spirits, and wouldn't it be possible to rule the world by then.

Karna, the great hero from Indian mythology, and Brunhilde, the Valkyrie from Norse mythology, armed with spears across the battlefield, fighting with the tsar's guards.

Illya is well-behaved at this time, obediently ordering Hercules to sweep away thousands of troops, as the third crystallization of magic, she always has the worry of magic power, and is an absolute killer on the battlefield.

Without the obstruction of this undead army, the other Chaldean masters could break into the Winter Palace and face His Majesty the Tsar directly.

The battle continued, and it became more and more intense. Many vagrants died on the battlefield, and St. Petersburg troops were beaten to death by vagrants.

Everyone has turned red-eyed.

Until a troop composed of a homeless gang broke into the noble area, captured the nobles, and publicly executed them, the morale of the entire homeless army was boosted, and they became even more crazy and desperate.

They rushed into the aristocratic area in one go, smashed and destroyed them, and captured all the aristocrats who were usually high above and disdained to look at them, and slaughtered them.

Listening to the screams of those great people, listening to their kneeling begging for mercy, listening to their cries, all the people became more emotional (Nuoma's).

The remorse once caused by the failure of the competition.

Jealousy of the lives of these nobles.

The anger born of the comparison between people.

All emotions are fermenting, reaching their climax in this St. Petersburg.

"'~Kill them, kill these nobles!"

Everyone is red-eyed, and everyone is venting to their heart's content.

...

In the Winter Palace, Roy held Fufu in his arms. He strolled in the garden full of flowers, watching the raging fire in the distance.

Looking up, the 'emotions' that only Roy could see were brewing, rushing towards the little white beast in his arms.

"Cathy Paluge, absorb them all, this is your food nephew."

"...You are the evil of mankind, but also the good of mankind!"

The little white beast in Roy's arms greedily absorbed these emotions. Although she wanted to refuse at first, she couldn't refuse when the delicious food was in front of her. .

Chapter 234 Go and defeat the Great God Odin!

St. Petersburg was burning everywhere, the sound of guns, explosions, and the crackling of flames.

Thick black smoke, pitch-black gas, and disgusting smell turned the whole city into a scene of war.

A little bit of flame ignited in every corner of St. Petersburg, and finally merged into one piece, and the raging fire wave became a big fire enough to burn a city.

A single spark will eventually be enough to start a prairie fire.

In the Winter Palace, the three female grand dukes looked sad. They stood in front of the French windows of the tall attic, looking at the burning city.

The fire reflected the sky like a sunset glow, but it also made the faces of the three grand duchesses paler. This scene reminded them of the year 1917.

They were also in this Winter Palace that year, taken away by the army, and imprisoned in other cities until the demise of the entire Romanov family.

"Anna..."

The eldest sister Olga looked relatively calm, and she looked at the beautiful figure standing in front of the three of them.

Anastasia has a petite figure, and her skin is as translucent as snow-white. She stands proudly in front of the window with an elegant demeanor and even more magnificent figure.

The silver-white long hair was draped softly on the cloak behind her, and the female tsarina who embraced 'Wei' had cold eyes and no fear.

Seeing this scene, Olga let go of her heart, and her heart became more and more gentle.

In 1917, the youngest Anastasia was the most afraid of the four sisters, and she needed them to coax her.

But today Anastasita is a true tsar.

Although she is the youngest sister, she brings a reassuring sense of relief to the three older sisters, trusting that she will protect the family.

"Anna..."

Olga whispered her sister's name softly.

Anastasia, who was watching the prairie fire, turned her head back, smiled softly at the three sisters, and said softly, "...don't be afraid, sisters!"

"...The tragedy of 1917 will not happen again. This time I will protect you, and I will protect my family from harm. The initials of our four sisters are otma."

"From now on, otma will never be separated."

After a pause, Anastasia said again: "...All of this is calculated by the godfather. This strange Russia is originally a ritual venue."

"...Compared to this false country, this false title of tsar, I care more about the safety and happiness of my family."

"The Godfather will not stand idly by this time. No matter what the final result is, we will all be happy and be in the Lord's heaven."

Anastasia lowered her head slightly, and with her right thumb, index finger, and middle finger together, she made a sign of the cross on her chest from top to bottom, from right to left.

This is the holy name of the Orthodox Church.

The three female archduchesses were also doing the same thing as Anastasia. The three looked pious and said in unison: "...May the Lord bless you, Anna!"

The Tsar's family was originally the Orthodox Church, that is, the devout believers who became religious in Russia.

"May God bless Romanov!"

Anastasia crossed herself and prayed devoutly.

The second sister Tatiana said at this time: "...Anna, you are not some false czar, you are the last czar of the Romanov dynasty, the emperor who leads Russia."

"...Before father passed away, he passed the throne to you."

Anastasia smiled slightly at the three sisters. Wearing a crown on her head and holding a scepter, she walked forward proudly with her head raised, left the palace, and went to the courtyard of the Winter Palace.

The people of Chaldea had arrived, and as emperor she was going to meet the guests and meet the enemies.

...

"Guy'an, all the uninvited Chaldeans, isn't little Ilya here? Well, yes, Ilya has been rebellious since she was a child, and she always doesn't like to listen to the godfather, although I know she loves the godfather deeply. "

"...For little Illya, she prefers to eliminate my guards rather than being my enemy."

Anastasia stood gracefully in front of the Chaldeans, and behind her was a fantasy tree reaching into the sky.

Starlight fell little by little, sprinkled on her silver-white hair, and her star-like deep and beautiful eyes added a pitiful fragility and sadness to this female czar.

But no one dared to underestimate her. The magical power emanating from this female czar was enough to prove her prestige.

Anastasia's eyes swept over the people present.

There is Ereshkigal, who is transformed into the hostess of the underworld in Sumerian mythology at night, and the goddess of justice in Greek mythology, who are sharing a body with their master.

There are also from Greek mythology, the arrogant and fierce god Caenis, and the Gorgon, who was a goddess but degenerated into a monster.

There is the Son of Light from Celtic mythology, and the prime minister who is possessed by El-Melloi II and comes from the Three Kingdoms period.

Although Chaldea suffered heavy losses, the heroic spirits they possessed were still the most powerful combat power.

Then Anastasia looked at Ivan IV, who had signed a contract with Kadock, who was once the king of Russian rumors.

This five-meter-tall giant bear, like a mammoth, was a bit crazy. After seeing Anastasia, he made a majestic voice:

"...My beloved concubine, I'm back, and I'm going to take back this kingdom that belongs to me!"

"Your rule is wrong, I want to give back the glory of the tsar to the people!"

Anastasia heard the roaring voice, frowned and said: "...Shut up, my lord ancestor, although my name is also Anastasia, I am not your wife! "

"...Really, in order to survive in the country where only Blizzard exists, did you even lose your intelligence after merging with a monster? It's really pitiful to think about it!"

The Lost Belt once ruled by Ivan IV was a country as cold as Siberia.

After Anastasia kicked out the owner of the strange news belt, she asked Roy to reform the whole strange news.

In addition to Anastasia's nostalgia for the former Russia and the former St. Petersburg, it is also to help Roy complete the ceremony field. The previous ice and snow world is not suitable.

And those citizens who were called Yago in the previous dynasty who once merged with the monsters have long since been eliminated by nature.

Without the weather of blizzard, it is simply not suitable for that race to survive.

In ancient times, the death of Ivan the Terrible was the beginning of the rise of the Romanov dynasty.

After the tsar's death, the Romanov family rose as a branch of the royal family, thus creating the Romanov dynasty.

So it's okay to say that Ivan the Terrible is Anastasia's ancestor.

The female tsar looked at the people around again, and smiled lightly: "...my guards are not enough to resist those powerful heroic spirits. I think they will be cleaned up soon, so come join the battle here."

"...Have you sent people to rescue those Chaldeans? It's a pity that those prisoners are not in St. Petersburg, not even in this rumor belt."

"The news you got is the false information I sent out."

"...It's okay to tell you. If you want to save those people, go to Northern Europe. I have already sent them to Northern Europe."

"If you want to save them, go and defeat the king of Asgard, go and defeat the great god Odin!".

Chapter 235 Only believe in me, your only Allah!

In the Winter Palace, the battle was in full swing.

But the place where the two sides fought was not in the Winter Palace.

Although Anastasia's three elder sisters are heroic spirits and are stronger than ordinary humans, the three female archduchesses simply don't have much power to fight back against other heroic spirits who are good at fighting.

Therefore, Her Majesty Tsar Anastasia brought the battle to a place where it would not affect the real world.