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PS1: The chapter numbering almost had a problem.

Chapter 463 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: Capter 82 Facing a Powerful Enemy (Happy Dragon Boat Festival)

Crash. As Gisela fell, it smashed a huge crater in the ground.

Black Saint admired his victory with satisfaction, then took out a handkerchief from somewhere and calmly wiped the blood from his fist.

Seeing that Gisela had landed, Jeanne gripped her weapon tightly, her anger simmering with dissatisfaction, and lunged at her opponent with all her might. No matter what kind of fox she was, she was determined not to let this woman go today, because only she could bully that stinky fox!

"Die!" Jeanne gripped her weapon and charged at the black-haired woman like a madwoman. Her golden eyes flashed with an unprecedented rage. The last time Jeanne was truly enraged was when she was fighting for Richelieu.

She gripped the rune sword, which pulsed with black energy, and slashed straight at the Black Saint.

"You're too slow." The black-haired woman calmly dodged Jeanne's attack, then grabbed her arm, struck her in the stomach with her knee, and threw her directly to the ground. Jeanne's weapon also fell into the huge crater in the ground at that moment.

"Boom!" Jeanne also fell to the ground very quickly.

Black Saint swooped down and followed Jeanne as she fell to the ground.

"If I take you down, it'll be nine to five, Miss Saint of France." The black-haired woman smiled as she looked at Jeanne, who was struggling to get up from the ground.

"Speaking of which, Prussia, which originated from the Teutonic Knights, has some connections with our Papacy and the Jesuits," Black Saint said in an unusually calm tone.

"You should understand that the weak Austrians could not possibly withstand the glory of the Prussian Iron Cross. If you surrender, I will not make things difficult for you. After all, my relationship with France is not bad, and your current ruler has even cooperated with our Jesuits."

"So what? You hurt her, so I'll kill you." Jeanne's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her beautiful face filled with anger. She struggled to stand up again, leaning against the battle flag, her hatred for the woman in front of her undiminished.

"Alright then, you can go with her." Black Saint stopped trying to persuade her, her previous friendly expression completely replaced by murderous intent. She clenched her fists again, ready to attack. Killing two magic users was not an impossible task for her, after all, it was Prussia that needed to negotiate, not their Jesuits.

Turning our attention back to the battlefield—

The fighting between the Prussian and Austrian armies intensified. As the Austrian magic-armored suits charged into the battlefield, the Prussian offensive formation was completely disrupted, and the Prussian soldiers, now deprived of armor protection, were finally exposed to machine gun fire. These killing machines seized the opportunity, spitting out tongues of fire, and countless bullets once again flew towards the Prussians.

Even so, many Prussian troops, having already advanced to a relatively close position, still managed to reach the enemy lines directly and throw their magical explosives into the Austrian machine gun positions. Amidst the massive explosions, machine guns were completely destroyed by the Prussians. Some brave Prussians even braved the hail of bullets, attempting to block the enemy's gun muzzles with their own bodies.

As more Prussians arrived at the front, Austrian soldiers quickly engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat with the Prussians. Countless soldiers' bodies fell into the trenches, almost filling the not-so-deep trenches, and the level of bloodshed was beyond imagination.

Bella, watching the battle unfold from the rear, gazed with a grave expression at the less-than-optimistic situation. The enemy's attacking force was far more elite than the Prussian army that had been annihilated a few days earlier. Even more critically, the enemy had three times the manpower, putting unprecedented pressure on their positions.

"General, when will our reserves be deployed?" Bella's adjutant asked anxiously.

"Wait a little longer." Bella knew that if she prematurely committed her elite troops to a war of attrition, she would lose the initiative in this defensive battle. At this moment, she still wanted to wait for the opponent's weakness and launch a counterattack using the St. Stephen's Legion.

"Have the machine gun units retreat to the second line of defense, and have the 37th Regiment provide cover," Bella ordered after a moment's thought.

"Yes, General."

Early wear and tear on machine guns is not a good thing for the upcoming positional warfare. We must ensure their safety first, since a well-used machine gun can withstand the attack of an enemy platoon or even a company.

"Your Highness, I hope you are alright." Bella looked up at the two sides of magic users still fighting in the sky. Although she couldn't see clearly because of the distance, she seemed to have noticed that at least three magic users had gone to the ground.

Just then, a huge flame rose up on the distant horizon. In her vision, the flame gradually turned black, and the unclean and terrifying flame spread out. Everything in that area was burned to ashes, and the huge storm it stirred up soared into the sky.

It was a magnificent scene she had never witnessed in her short life, and this breathtaking sight brought everyone on the battlefield to a standstill.

Aponia gazed at the flames, gripping the red stone in her hand tightly, for she knew this was the fatal blow that would leave Jeanne in dire straits.

Rita gazed at the flames, a sense of unease settling in her heart, for she knew that the French woman would never act recklessly without considering the consequences.

Cecilia gazed at the flames from the air, her brow furrowing slightly, and she gripped her lance with increased strength.

Looking at the ball of flame, Little Moltke felt her own weakness once again. What could she do in the face of such an attack?

Of course, most people were more worried about the safety of the two.

As the flames gradually dissipated, Jeanne stared at the center of her attack. At that moment, the black-haired woman slowly emerged from the smoke, her steps steady and firm. The attack seemed to have had no fatal effect on her.

"The gods have given me a body blessed by heaven, allowing me to become a solid shield to defend my lord with my flesh and blood." Black Saint clasped his hands together devoutly like a martyr, then knelt down in front of Jeanne and looked up at the sky.

"Desecrating the sacred throne and the dress of Europa. The heretical princess of pure blood, whose only destiny is death." The Black Saint straightened up again after chanting.

"My Lord's holy maiden, return to the Lord's side." Even now, the Black Saint was still willing to recruit this French saint who had close ties with the Papacy.

"Hmph! Are you an idiot? I already told you." Jeanne's standard French disdain was on full display again, but this time it was accompanied by a flag spear thrust directly at the woman.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 464 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: Capter 83 The Crimson Kite Immortal (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)

Jeanne Alter calmly raised her right hand and smashed Jeanne's flag spear away with a single punch. With Jeanne's weapon knocked away, she immediately rushed in front of Jeanne Alter and punched her in the abdomen, the pain contorting Jeanne's expression. However, she still endured the pain, dropped her weapon, and then clenched her right fist, aiming for Jeanne Alter's cheek. Jeanne Alter unhurriedly raised her left hand to catch Jeanne Alter's attack, and then, using her even greater strength, easily broke Jeanne's right hand visibly.

This time, the excruciating pain nearly made her faint. She knelt on the ground in despair, her usually bright golden eyes now empty and hollow.

Black Saint sneered as he looked at the disheveled Jeanne, then grabbed her neck with his right hand and lifted Jeanne, who was wearing magic armor, up with one hand.

"Farewell, Holy Maiden of the Crimson Lotus, and together with the heretical princess you served, face the final judgment of the gods..." Before the Black Saint could finish speaking, a crescent-shaped attack filled with cold energy slashed towards her arm. The Black Saint immediately released her hand and looked in the direction from which the attack came.

At that moment, a woman with gray hair and purple eyes crushed the stone in her hand.

Our gaze returns to Gisela —

Her consciousness returned to a strange land. In the distance, the mountain peaks were covered in snow, and the howling wind blew against Gisela's face, but she felt no cold at all.

“It’s a memory again.” Having experienced this more than once, Gisela quickly came to this conclusion, because she raised her right hand and noticed that there were no wounds on it, and the hand was a little larger than hers, but still fair and slender.

To further confirm her condition, Gisela took a step forward but almost tripped and fell. She then noticed that she was wearing a snow-white robe and high wooden clogs, and the path beneath her feet was a rough, gravelly track.

"What on earth is going on?" Gisela couldn't understand how her other self could be wearing such flowing clothes and walking on such a mountain path. Did she think the path wasn't difficult enough?

Fortunately, there was a strangely styled stone pillar and cave not far ahead, which must be related to this trip. Gisela carefully walked in that direction, and it took her nearly half an hour to walk the short 400 meters to finally reach the cave entrance.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be protecting the safety of the capital?" A clear but gentle voice reached Gisela's ears. Gisela turned her head and cast her purple eyes in the direction from which the voice came.

At this moment, a woman with white and red hair slowly emerged from the shadows. She had a beautiful face, and her brows revealed a heroic spirit that Gisela had never seen before. She also seemed to possess a magical power.

“You are…” Gisela recognized her face almost immediately.

"You are the fully-formed Afu!?" Gisela's astonishment was palpable.

“What are you talking about? We’ve known each other for so many years! But it’s been a hundred years since we last met. People in this era prefer to add the word ‘immortal’ after this name. But I don’t care what Asu calls me.” Chi Yuan said calmly, inviting Gisela to sit down on the rock. Then she snapped her fingers, and a flame appeared on her index finger. She then lit the campfire at her feet.

Although she had many questions she wanted to ask, Gisela didn't know where to begin and could only sit quietly in front of Chi Yuan, lost in thought.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there when she died." After a moment, Chi Yuan stood up, picked up two cups from a stone table not far away, walked to the cave entrance, clenched her fist, and punched the cave wall. Soon, a small piece of ice fell down. She skillfully caught the ice, broke it in half, put it in a cup, and then placed it by the stove.

"The snowmelt from Kunlun Mountain should make a really good tea, but unfortunately I don't have any tea here," Chi Yuan joked as she sat down in front of Gisela.

"It's alright, the ancients have already departed on the yellow crane." Although she herself could not fully comprehend Su Beiming's feelings for any girl, it did not prevent her from making such a remark.

"You're not actually the original Asu, are you?" Chi Yuan asked, gazing at the crackling furnace in front of her.

“…” Gisela frowned upon hearing this, feeling as if a third wall had been opened in a dream, since she had always thought these were Su Beiming’s memories.

"It seems I was right about IO Yingqi Shiwu." Chiyuan's unhurried tone aroused Gisela's curiosity, so she asked:

"Can you tell me why?" Gisela looked at the gentle-spoken silver-haired woman in front of her with a puzzled expression, and couldn't help but clench her hands.

"This year is 1449 AD, the year that the Battle of Tumu Fortress took place in the mortal world. At this time, Asu should have been staying in the capital because of her conflict with that brat Zhu Qizhen. It would have been impossible for her to come to this Kunlun Mountain. So, I can tell at a glance that you are not Asu because you are here in her appearance."

"Of course, that's not the point. The most important thing is that although you look a lot like her, you are different from her. Because I have a special ability, which is that I can see the specific form of everyone's magical energy. Although she only has one real tail like you, she has nine tails made of magical energy, while you only have five." As Chi Yuan explained, she put her hand directly into the flames and adjusted the position of the firewood.

"Would you believe me if I said I was her reincarnation?" Gisela looked at the silver-haired immortal in front of her who had a close relationship with Su Beiming. Of course, this was the one called the Red Iris Immortal. Although she was not the same as the person in the game that Gisela knew, it did not stop her from having wild thoughts.

“Yes, I believe it. It’s not just because of your similar appearances, but also because your soul and magical energy have her shadow in them. More than the bond created by blood, you and she are more like relatives on a spiritual level.” Of course, Gisela didn’t really know what their relationship was now. She only knew that they had completely merged to some extent.

"Can I take my power a step further? Because I still have battles I need to face personally, goals I need to avenge, and companions I need to protect."

"Protect your companions." Looking at the girl before her, Chi Yuan repeated her words, then lowered her head and fell into a brief reverie.

"The princess's power originates from faith, which is also the biggest characteristic that distinguishes her from other magic users of the Ming Dynasty. As long as people believe in her, her power is extraordinary and unattainable by others." The power of faith has created a unique magic user system on this land. Just like the people of this land, who believe more in their ancestors and history than in demons and monsters, these living princesses are just a part of their history.

PS1: Wishing everyone a happy and healthy Dragon Boat Festival!

Chapter 465 The Two-Headed Eagle's Rebirth: Capter 84 The Power of Faith (Seeking Votes)

The power of faith is a very interesting explanation, and it can indeed break the shackles of Western magical energy research, revealing the uniqueness of Eastern magical energy research. It can also explain why Su Beiming is so powerful.

"So now, do your subjects still believe in you?" Chi Yuan asked Gisela with a smile. Gisela couldn't help but think of the faith of the frontline soldiers she protected and the faith of the ordinary people who benefited from her reforms. Gisela was not lacking in such forces, but she simply turned a blind eye to them.

"Of course, you don't need to answer my question. The answer in your heart is still clear. So let me tell you how to use this power."

Chi Yuan stood up and walked to the cave entrance, gazing at the distant snow-capped mountain peaks.

"Normally, a magic user is like a container for storing water. When you absorb magic energy to a certain limit, you are in a state of fullness. At this point, you just need to release it. You need to keep your magic energy in a state of dissipation so that you can absorb magic energy in battle. When you reach the limit of the magic energy you can absorb, the power of faith will be transformed into new magic energy. To make a vivid analogy, this is what Taoism calls the Tao."

“The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things,” Gisela repeated softly.

"Yes, the power of faith can create all things."

At this moment, Gisela couldn't help but think of a question. When she was studying at the Magic Power School, her teacher told her that magic power was an innate life force, a material state, while the power of faith was obviously a spiritual force, which was an ideal state. The two could transform into each other. Could this be what Taoism called the two sides of Yin and Yang?

Thinking about it this way, the Western church has wasted a great deal of faith power over thousands of years because they worship a non-existent god and therefore cannot utilize this power at all, which is why demonic energy can flourish.

The people of the Celestial Empire in this world discovered the relationship between the two as early as before Christ, and then used the power of both together. This is why even in the world where Gisela is located, the weakened Ming Empire still has the protection of powerful magic users, and thus avoids the tragedy of modern history.

"Let's not talk about these complicated issues. How about I teach you another set of boxing techniques? With your talent, you should be able to learn it quickly." Chi Yuan rubbed the tip of her nose, looking very expectant.

"No, there's not enough time. I can't learn it. I have a big battle to fight."

"Don't worry, what happens here is only a few minutes outside."

"Then I'll only learn the inch punch to open the sky." Having been hit so many times, Gisela's desire for revenge was extremely strong.

"You immediately asked for my ultimate move; you and she are really alike."

"You don't want to, Afu?" Gisela's expression was obedient, as sincere as a little girl genuinely seeking knowledge.

Returning our attention to the battlefield—

As snowflakes danced in the air and the temperature dropped, both sides in the battle, whether ordinary people or magical beings, stopped fighting and turned their gaze to the sky.

This year's first snowfall came late; even as winter approached, snow had not yet fallen.

After piercing her opponent's shield with her weapon and shooting down a Prussian mage, Cecilia, high in the sky, turned her gaze solemnly to the deep crater in the ground where the battle had taken place.

At this moment, Aponia, dressed in a cold-colored outfit, was holding her weapon, while a knight in armor floated behind her. Her usual purple eyes had been replaced by sky blue, and her face lacked its usual elegance, instead displaying a more ferocious expression.

"Welcome to the ranks of divine messengers, Miss." Black Saint ignored Jeanne Alter and Gisela lying on the ground and turned his gaze to the woman in front of him.

Unfortunately, Aponia had no interest in answering her at this moment. Instead, she mechanically raised her arm and then threw the weapon in her hand away.

The spinning weapon, mixed with snowflakes, transformed into a whirlwind and rushed towards Black Saint. Black Saint raised his hand and then punched the incoming weapon.

With a loud bang, the weapon that Aponia had thrown was deflected, and the storm that had just been stirred up vanished.

"Your attacks are still boring." As soon as Black Saint finished speaking, several small cuts appeared on her hand, from which blood flowed.

"How does it feel to be injured?" Aponia gently raised her right hand, and the weapon flew back into her hand as if it were being sensed. She took the weapon and held it with both hands, then leaned down, her gaze fixed intently on the Black Saint.

"Not bad, after all, it's been a long time since I've really bled or been injured in a meaningful way." Black Saint licked the blood off his hands and got into an attack stance.

"Then die!" Aponia twirled her weapon and shouted. Immediately, the knight behind her lit up with a blue light as if it had been summoned, and then drew its weapon and slashed directly at the Black Saint.

Black Saint leaped high into the air, then gathered his strength in his fist and slammed it down on the weapon.

"Clang!" A crisp collision sound rang out as the fist and weapon bounced apart. The knight behind Aponia launched another attack, and Black Saint had no choice but to raise his fist once more.

"Bang! Clang! Bang! Clang!" As the collisions accelerated, the frequency of their attacks increased, eventually turning into afterimages. Apart from the shockwaves generated by each impact, ordinary people could not see any signs of combat.

"Ice Prison." At this moment, Aponia, who had been watching from the sidelines, seized the opportunity, raised her right hand, and snapped her fingers. A huge ice pillar immediately rose from the ground, freezing the two combatants in place.

Of course, just before being frozen, the Ice Knight returned to Aponia's back once again, while the Black Saint was completely frozen in the ice prison.

"Cough cough!" Aponia covered her mouth and coughed violently, soon spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Is this what they call the side effects?" The price one has to pay to advance from an ordinary mage to a mage master. It's not just the physical burden, but also the feeling of having one's own consciousness being stripped away.

Thinking of this, the somewhat haggard-looking Aponia turned her gaze to the knight standing behind her.

"No! We must at least deal with this dangerous woman; we can't let her hurt any more people." And of course, it was also to avenge Gisela. She turned her gaze away and bit her lip hard, trying to use the pain to stimulate her consciousness and keep her awake.

Raising her weapon, Aponia slowly channeled her meager magical energy into it. She didn't know the extent of the amplification the redstone would provide, nor did she want to inquire further about its side effects; all she wanted now was to complete her mission as quickly as possible.

As the weapon swung down, a crescent moon formed of icy air slashed towards the frozen Black Saint, its target being her head.

PS1: It's been raining a lot lately, so much rain!

Chapter 466 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: Capter85 Inch-Force Heaven-Opening (Seeking Votes)

Just as victory was within reach, the black-haired woman in the ice smiled slightly, and dark red magical energy emanated from her body. Her magical armor also began to twist and deform. Soon, with a loud bang, her magical armor exploded, and the ice was instantly broken. Of course, Aponia's attack had no effect other than dispelling the smoke and dust.

Black Saint landed on the ground, her hair tie disappeared, her black hair was spread out, and her magic armor slowly fell off her body, exposing her beautiful body through her clothes. At this moment, she was still mysterious amidst the fervor.

"Use the explosion of the self-destruction of the magic armor to break free from the restraints." Only a living saint with a powerful physique like her could use this move, since other magic users would be committing suicide unless they were driven to mutual destruction.

“A defective product should look like a defective product. Even if you enter the ranks of gods, you are still just a mortal.” Black Saint stretched his arms, then leaped up like a bullet and charged towards Aponia.

Aponia raised her arm, but was still slower than her opponent. Then, with a whooshing sound, she flew out like a cannonball, only stopping after crashing into several trees in the distance.