My little country

Officials at the British Fog Metropolitan Roundtable immediately asked the technical department to perform a slow-motion replay.

Although it was still a bit vague, they discovered that when the missile was at a straight-line distance of more than one thousand meters from the bridge, the friction of the gas shield formed by supersonic speed was significantly increased.

Obviously, the air density in that airspace has become much larger.

This forced the speed of the missile to slow down and hit an air wall and was detonated.

Experts can't explain the reason, they can only push these to the mysterious supernatural power.

Although the officials were dissatisfied, they could only pinch their noses and nod in acknowledgment.

"Why don't my extraordinary people of Great Britain come out?"

The Prime Minister listened to the report, shaking his head and sighing again.

Next to the Prime Minister, an official who was a historian was thinking about life. He didn't doubt that he had him when he heard this question. Instinctively he just said:

"Maybe it's the Celtics?"

"..."

"Celtic?"

The Prime Minister was taken aback, and after repeating this historical term, he coughed violently.

The rest of the officials looked at the official who had leaked, with weird eyes.

In ancient history books, Celtic talents are natives of Britain.

Many of the heroes and sages in myths and legends are mostly of Celtic origin.

It's just that with the Norman invasion, Grand Duke Norman the conqueror swept across Britain, coupled with historical events such as the Nordic invasion.

As the conquered, the Celts in the native British sense have all entered the soil.

Of course, there are many Scots, Irish, etc. who claim to be descendants of Celtics.

But let's not mention that this kind of statement has the purpose of putting gold on their faces since ancient times, even if they are really Celtics.

Nor is it good news for British officials.

After all, whether Scotland or Ireland, they have always been full of hostility and dissatisfaction with British officials.

Compared with Britain's extraordinary heritage, it has been lost.

The possibility that extraordinary forces are related to the Celtics makes the British officials feel unacceptable!

"Uh... you know, I've always been stupid."

Noting that the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became embarrassing, the official who was a historian stood up and took a step back, showing a wry smile.

"Well, it might not be a possibility." The Prime Minister took a deep breath and waved his hands to let everyone continue their work: "You don't want to stand still, please sit down!"

"We need your knowledge of history, which is why I invited you to come to the Cabinet Roundtable."

"Ok."

The clumsy official nodded, sat down again, and looked at the message from the front.

The meeting room was rejuvenated, and the conversation became louder again.

However, the three words Celtic are heavy for every official present here.

The portion is generous.

As a wise man in Britain, a man of power.

They have had similar concerns for a long time, otherwise they would not find these historians, nor would they secretly enter into a private transaction with the Europa Alliance some time ago, and trade some Celtic artifacts in their museums. Inside the Museum of British Civilization.

Isn't it because if Transcendental Legacy really has something to do with the Celtics, can they use this to ease the relationship with each other?

At the same time, there is no shortage of expectation in their hearts that Britain will also have its own heritage, rather than guessing. The conquest of Celtic relied on the help of extraordinary heritage from the Europa region.

…………

Boom boom boom!

In the Eastern District of the Fog Capital, the war is still raging.

After the fighter jet fired the remaining missiles, it immediately turned around and returned home regardless of the effect.

Those missiles were undoubtedly intercepted by the Frost Bone Dragons.

Slowing down in the Frost Domain, coupled with witchcraft aids such as the Wall of Frost, blocking these missiles is not easy, but it is not difficult.

The bridge between Wudu East District and South District.

Dozens of armored vehicles arrived.

The soldiers quickly laid out a simple line of defense.

Then, instead of directly defending the bridge, they sent unmanned wheeled robots carrying high-energy explosives to the bridge.

then!

A few loud noises!

These unmanned wheeled robots that arrived at the weakest point of the bridge and detonated were blown to pieces, but they did not disappoint the expectations and cut off the entire bridge from the middle!

"Great!"

"Brothers, good work!"

The front-line commander who was watching this scene with his binoculars cheered, and he didn't feel much scared watching the mice that were gathering more and more.

These British soldiers, although inadequately trained and outdated equipment, are seriously lacking professional non-commissioned officers.

But they are all good soldiers.

Will not be passively beaten like the army of Resident Evil in the movie.

As a few more trucks arrived nearby, and mortar rocket launchers and other weapons arrived in an emergency, the defenders here had already considered counterattack.

"Squeak!"

The mice covered the open space of this block, and immediately under the guidance of a huge will, they brushed and stood up, raising their hair to make a sound.

The chirping sound has a strange rhythm, one has to doubt that these mice may be singing a poem.

Behind the mice, the observation equipment on the tall building noticed that there, dozens of crypt spiders that had been focused on had crawled out.

Immediately, these crypt spiders sprayed a large amount of white mist, shrouded in the neighborhood.

Then, a frosty light shot out from the white mist, and projected a projection of the beauty of a beautiful woman wearing a white classical robe.

The appearance of this woman can be said to be astonishing. Almost as soon as she appeared on the stage, the humans around her, regardless of gender, fell into the psychedelic feeling of beauty and holiness.

No way, although this classical beauty was created by a projection stone, the body is a genuine and stunning beauty.

She is from the Mingyue Continent of the Lilliputian Kingdom, and she is already a moon god witch in the realm of a great wizard.

The temperament and appearance of the extraordinary, even without the blessing of extraordinary aura, is enough to crush a hundred streets of female stars in the real world!

It is not too much to give them the illusion that this woman is only in the sky and there is a human being.

The only thing that makes everyone miscalculate may be such a stunning beauty, whose real height is actually less than two centimeters.

Of course, at this moment, the Moon God Witch Projection relied on the mana support of the Frost Bone Dragons to reach a height of more than 20 meters.

Let the beauty of extraordinary women be revealed to the world again.

She held a musical instrument called the Celtic harp in her hands, accompanied by the strange sounds of mice all around.

She strummed the harp lightly and made a pleasant sound.

It seems to be faintly, catering to the rat's screaming rhythm.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"That woman...what's the origin of the goddess? Friend? Or enemy!"

After all, the Prime Minister was not there, so he recovered from his appearance and asked in a low voice.

Next to him, the historian official stared at the screen solemnly, and suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, does anyone know what day it is?"

"what?"

A secretary was startled slightly, and replied: "Today is X, Month Y, and it's not a holiday."

"Do not!"

"Today is a big day!"

The official's mind suddenly cleared, recalling the ancient classics, he pointed to the big screen and said: "This is a memorial service!"

"A grand memorial ceremony held every year by the ancient Celts on this day!"

"My Prime Minister."

"Today, for us conquerors, it really is not any festival."

"But in Celtic culture."

"Today... But Dead's Day!"

"And the goddess phantom..."

"Perhaps it is the great queen in the myth, the goddess of war Morrigan!"

"In rumors, she is in charge of death and rebirth, war and plague."

"It's a terrible evil god!"