Chapter 942: Great queen

Officials at the British Wudu Roundtable immediately asked the technical department for a slow motion replay.
Although still a bit vague, they found that when the missile had a linear distance of more than a thousand meters from the bridge, the air cover friction formed by the sound was significantly increased.
Obviously the air density in that airspace has become much larger.
This forced the missile to slow down and hit a wall of air to be detonated.
Experts can't explain the reason, they can only push these to the mysterious force.
Although the officials were dissatisfied, they could only squeeze their noses and nod.
"Why don't my mortals in Great Britain come out yet?"
Listening to the report, shaking his head and sighing again.
By the side, an official with a historian's background is thinking about life
"Probably because the British forces are Celtic?"
"..."
"Celtic?"
Slightly startled, after repeating this historical term, he coughed violently.
The rest of the officials looked at the leaking official one after another, with strange eyes.
In ancient history books, Celtic talents are natives of the British region.
Many of the heroes and sages in myths and legends are also Celtic.
It's just that with the Norman invasion, the Duke Norman, the conqueror, swept across Britain, plus historical events such as the Nordic invasion.
As the conquered, the Celtics in the native sense of Britain have already entered the soil.
Of course, there are many Scots, Irish, etc. who claim to be descendants of the Celtics.
But let's not mention that their claim has a good purpose since ancient times, even if they are really Celtic.
It is not good news for British officials.
After all, neither Scotland nor Ireland, but they have always been full of hostility and dissatisfaction with British officials.
Compared to the British heritage, it has been lost.
The possibility that the forces are related to the Celtics makes the British authorities feel unacceptable!
"Um...you know, I'm always stupid."
Noting the sudden embarrassment in the conference room atmosphere, the historian-born official took the initiative to stand up and took a step back, smiling bitterly.
"Okay, this might not be a possibility." Xiang took a deep breath and waved his hands to let everyone continue to work. "You don't want to continue standing, please sit down!"
"We need your historical knowledge, which is why I invite 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 there was more talk.
However, the three words Celtic are heavy for every official present.
Full weight.
As a wise man in Britain, a man in power.
They had similar concerns for a long time, otherwise they would not find these historians, nor would they secretly reach a private deal with the Europa League some time ago, and some Celtic artifacts in their museum were traded over and placed Among the British Civilization Museum.
The reason is that if Fan Chengzhen is really related to the Celtics, can they use this to ease their relationship with each other?
At the same time, they have no shortage of expectations that Britain also has its own heritage, rather than guessing. At that time, the conquest of Celtic relied on the help of heritage from the Europa region.
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Boom!
In the eastern part of Wudu, the flames of war are still burning.
After the fighter jet fired the remaining missiles, it turned around and returned immediately regardless of its effectiveness.
Those missiles were undoubtedly intercepted by Frost Bone Dragons.
Frost field reduction, coupled with witchcraft aids such as the frost wall, blocking these missiles is not easy, but it is not difficult.
The bridge between Wudu East and South District.
Dozens of armored vehicles came.
The soldiers quickly arranged a simple line of defense.
Then, instead of directly defending the bridge, they sent an unmanned wheeled robot to rush onto the bridge with high-energy explosives.
then!
A few loud noises!
These unmanned wheeled robots that reached the bridge's weakest point and were detonated were blown into pieces, but the entire bridge was intercepted from the middle by the waist!
"Great!"
"Brothers, good job!"
The front-line commander who held the telescope and watched the scene cheered, and the eyes of the rats that had gathered more and more did not feel too scared.
These British soldiers, although under-trained and outdated, are seriously lacking in professional non-commissioned officers.
But they are all good soldiers.
It won't be passively beaten as in the film's army against Resident Evil.
With the arrival of several trucks nearby and the urgently transported mortar rockets and other weapons, the defenders here have already considered counterattacks.
"Squeak!"
The mice covered the open space of this block, and immediately under the guidance of a huge will, they swept up and stood up, raising their heads and making a noise.
The tweet sound has a strange sense of rhythm, making people have to doubt that these mice may be chanting a poem.
Behind the mice, the observation equipment on the high building noticed that there were dozens of crypt spiders that had been focused on.
Immediately, a large amount of white mist was sprayed from these crypt spiders, shrouded in the block.
Then, a glacial light emerged from the white mist and projected a projection of a beautiful woman wearing a white classical robe.
This woman's appearance is astonishing, almost as soon as she appeared, she was surrounded by human beings, both men and women, into a psychedelic sense of beauty, holiness, and other words.
No way, although this classic beauty is made by the projection stone, the body is a real beauty.
She comes from the villain Mingyueda 6 and is already a lunar witch of a great wizard.
The temperament and appearance of the mortal, even without the blessing of the scent, is enough to crush the hundred streets of the female stars in the real world!
Let them have the illusion that this woman is only human in the sky, but it is not too much.
The only thing that makes everyone miscalculated is perhaps such a stunning beauty, whose actual height is actually less than two centimeters.
Of course, at this moment, the projection of the Luna Witch reached the height of more than 20 meters with the support of the frost bone dragons.
Let the beauty of all women once again be displayed in front of the world.
Her hands held a musical instrument called the Celtic Harp, accompanied by the bizarre rattles of the mice around.
She flicked the harp gently and made a pleasant sound.
It seems to be faintly catering to the rhythm of the mice.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
"What is that female... what is the goddess? Allies or enemies!"
After all, he was not at the scene. He first came back from Yan Yan and asked in a low voice.
Next to it, the official from the historian stared at the screen solemnly, suddenly excited and shouted, "Wait, does anyone know what day is today?"
"what?"
A secretary stunned slightly, and replied, "Today is x month y day, no holiday."
"Do not!"
"Today is a big day!"
The official cleared his mind, recalling the ancient books, he pointed to the big screen and said, "This is a memorial!"
"The grand memorial service held by the ancient Celts on this day every year!"
"My grandma."
"Today, for us conquerors, it really is not any festival ~EbookFREE.me~ but in Celtic culture."
"Today... but the Day of the Dead!"
"And the goddess phantom..."
"Maybe it is the great queen in mythology, the goddess of war Morrigan!"
"In rumors, she has control over death and regeneration, war and plague."
"It's a terrible evil god!"
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