Chapter 943 The Great Queen

Officials of the British Fog City Round Table Conference immediately asked the technical department to play back the video in slow motion.

Although it was still a little blurry, they found that when the missile was about a thousand meters away from the bridge, the friction of the air shield formed by supersonic speed was significantly enhanced.

Apparently, the air density in that airspace has increased a lot.

This forced the missile to slow down, and it hit an air wall and exploded.

Experts could not explain the reason, and could only attribute it to the mysterious supernatural power.

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

"Why haven't the supernatural people in Great Britain come out yet?"

The Prime Minister listened to the report, shook his head and sighed again.

Next to the Prime Minister, an official who was a historian was thinking about life. Hearing this question, he did not doubt it and instinctively spoke directly:

"Maybe it's because the supernatural forces in Britain are Celtic?"

"..."

"Celts?"

The Prime Minister was slightly startled, and after repeating this historical term, he coughed violently a few times.

The other officials all looked at the official who let the cat out of the bag, with strange eyes.

In ancient history books, Celts are the natives of Britain.

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

It's just that with the Norman invasion, the conqueror Norman Grand Duke swept across Britain, coupled with the invasion of Northern Europe and other historical events.

As the conquered, the Celts in the native sense of Britain have already been buried.

Of course, there are many Scots, Irish and others who claim to be descendants of Celts.

But let's not talk about the fact that their statement has the purpose of gilding their own face since ancient times, even if they are really Celts.

It's not good news for the British official.

After all, Scotland and Ireland have always been full of hostility and dissatisfaction with the British official.

Compared with the lost British extraordinary heritage.

The possibility that the extraordinary power is related to the Celts is even more unacceptable to the British official!

"Um... you know, I'm always a bad talker."

Noticing that the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became awkward, the official who was a historian took the initiative to stand up and took a step back, smiling bitterly.

"Well, this is not impossible." The Prime Minister took a deep breath and waved his hand to let everyone continue working: "You don't have to stand any more, please sit down!"

"We need your historical knowledge, which is why I asked you to come to the cabinet roundtable meeting."

"Okay."

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

The conference room was full of vitality again, and the conversations became more frequent again.

It's just that the three words Celtic are heavy for every official present.

It's very important.

As a smart person in Britain, a person in power.

They had similar concerns long ago, otherwise they would not have looked for these historians, nor would they have secretly reached a private deal with the European Union some time ago to trade some Celtic artifacts in their museum and put them in the Museum of British Civilization.

Isn't it for the purpose that if the extraordinary inheritance is really related to the Celts, they can use it to ease the relationship with the other party?

At the same time, they are not without the hope that Britain also has its own inheritance, rather than the speculation that the conquest of Celts relied on the help of the extraordinary inheritance from the European region.

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Boom boom boom!

In the East District of Fog City, the war is still raging.

After the fighter jets fired the remaining missiles, they immediately turned around and returned regardless of whether they were effective or not.

Those missiles were undoubtedly intercepted by the frost bone dragons.

The frost field slowed down, and with the assistance of witchcraft such as the frost wall, it was not easy to block these missiles, but it was not difficult either.

The bridge between the East District and the South District of Fog City.

Dozens of armored vehicles arrived.

The soldiers quickly set up a simple defense line.

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

Then!

A few loud bangs!

These unmanned wheeled robots that reached the weakest point of the bridge and detonated were blown into pieces, but they lived up to expectations and cut the entire bridge in half!

"Great!"

"Brothers, well done!"

The frontline commander who was watching this scene with a telescope cheered, and he was no longer afraid of the increasing number of rats.

Although these British soldiers were undertrained, had old equipment, and were seriously lacking in professional non-commissioned officers.

But they were all good soldiers.

They would not passively take a beating like the army in the movie facing the biochemical crisis.

As several more trucks arrived nearby, carrying mortars, rocket launchers and other weapons that were urgently transported, the defenders here had already considered counterattacking.

"Squeak!"

The rats filled the open space of this block, and then, under the guidance of a huge will, they all stood up, raised their heads and chirped.

The chirping sound had a strange sense of rhythm, which made people have to suspect that these rats might be chanting a poem.

Behind the mice, the observation equipment on the high-rise building noticed that dozens of the burrow spiders that were the focus of attention had crawled out there.

Immediately, a large amount of white mist was sprayed out from these cave spiders, covering the street.

Then, a ray of icy light shot out from the white mist, and projected a projection of a beautiful woman in a white classical robe.

This woman's appearance was stunning. Almost as soon as she appeared, the humans around her, regardless of gender, fell into a deep psychedelic feeling of beauty and holiness and could not extricate themselves.

There was no way. Although this classical beauty was created by the projection stone, her body was a real stunning beauty.

She came from the Mingyue Continent of the Lilliput Country, and she was already a moon goddess priestess at the level of a great wizard.

The temperament and appearance of a supernatural person, even without the blessing of supernatural aura, was enough to crush the female stars in the real world by a hundred streets!

It was not an exaggeration to make them have the illusion that this woman was only in heaven and on earth.

The only thing that made everyone miscalculate was perhaps that such a stunning beauty was actually less than two centimeters tall.

Of course, at this moment, the projection of the Moon Goddess Witch reached a height of more than 20 meters with the support of the magic power of the Frost Bone Dragons.

Let the beauty of extraordinary women be displayed in front of the world again.

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

She gently played the harp, making a pleasant sound.

It seemed to be faintly catering to the rhythm of the mice's chirping.

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

"Who is that woman... goddess? Friendly? Or enemy!"

After all, the Prime Minister was not at the scene, and he was the first to come back to his senses from the appearance and asked in a low voice.

Next to him, the official who was a historian stared at the screen solemnly, and suddenly got excited and shouted: "Wait, does anyone know what day it is today?"

"Huh?"

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

"No!"

"Today is an important day!"

The official's mind suddenly became clear, and he pointed to the big screen and said, "This is a memorial service!"

"The ancient Celts held a grand memorial service on this day every year!"

"My Prime Minister."

"Today is indeed not a festival for us conquerors."

"But in Celtic culture."

"Today... is the Day of the Dead!"

"And that goddess shadow..."

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

"Rumor has it that she controls death and rebirth, war and plague."

"It is a terrible evil god!"