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"Alright, you can leave now. I need to get ready to leave."

"Yes, sir!" After dismissing her adjutant Tifa, Gisela carefully examined the design of her armor again. On the inside of her hand armor were two sensory stones she knew all too well—the same stones she had touched during her school entrance exam. Looking back, her performance then was indeed somewhat poor, but the thought of becoming a mage now eased her mind. After all, even someone could change their fortunes over time; what was three days to wait for her?

"If Your Highness wishes to make the magic armor perform the desired actions, simply drive the corresponding limbs while injecting magic energy." The magic armor itself does not have any operational difficulty. The biggest problem with the magic armor is its extremely high entry requirements, because most people do not have enough magic energy reserves to drive it.

Besides being more elegant in appearance and better in performance, the special armor of the magic user has a huge feature: flight capability. Relying on the plasticity of magic energy itself, it provides continuous power for the flight device, and there are many similar designs on special armor.

Unlike mass-produced magic-powered armor, the purpose of this research and development is to meet the combat needs of magic-powered warriors at different skill levels within the military. Specialized armor serves as a showcase for a nation's cutting-edge designs and a testing ground for advanced technologies, reflecting its comprehensive national strength. Thanks to the exceptional personal qualities of the magic-powered warriors and their vast magic energy reserves, experiments that ordinary magic-powered warriors could not withstand have become a reality.

"That's really convenient. So, what weapons do I have?" Gisela thought about the incredibly complex and cumbersome operation methods in the various Japanese mecha anime she had watched, and couldn't help but marvel at how wonderful magic power was. "Science"? A completely unfamiliar concept. (Funny JPG)

"Let me take a look." The technician pushed up her glasses and took out the documents tucked under her arm. The black double-headed eagle logo on the document bag was particularly eye-catching.

"A Saint Stephen's Sword for the Snow Fox."

"What? The Sword of St. Stephen." Gisela hadn't forgotten that last year she had used this weapon left behind by Prince Eugen to successfully achieve a level of physical "sanctification." Of course, she returned the weapon afterward, since it was a sacred relic in St. Stephen's Cathedral, and even as a princess of the Habsburg family, she couldn't just take it for herself.

"Yes, Your Highness, the document states that it was custom-made for you using the original magical artifact—the Sword of Saint Stephen—as its base." The technician was also somewhat surprised by the contents, as she wasn't involved in the research and development and had only just received the information today.

"My cheap emperor father is really going all out," Gisela couldn't help but sigh to herself. Of course, she didn't know that this was actually the result of Queen Elizabeth putting pressure on Emperor Joseph on Selena's advice.

"And then there's the diffusion magic cannon." Seeing the technician's utterly terrified expression, Gisela knew this was yet another incredible device.

"They've already produced the third generation! I thought the Empire's magic cannons were still in the early stages." The technician muttered to herself.

"Why do we use Greek letters for numbering?" Gisela asked, looking at the strange numbers. It seemed very strange and unusual for an empire where German was the official language to use Greek letters.

"Does Your Highness not know? The person in charge of our empire's research and development of improved magic cannons is a Greek woman named Zoe Paliologus. Her family has served the Habsburg family for over four hundred years, and it is said that her ancestors came from a prestigious family in Constantinople."

“I see, wait a minute, you said over four hundred years…” Gisela was about to nod in understanding, but as she put the key words together in her mind, a startling guess popped into her head. Over four hundred years meant the 15th century; the Byzantine Empire was destroyed by the rising Ottoman Empire in 1453, from a prestigious family in Constantinople…

Gisela couldn’t think of any other prominent families in Constantinople besides the Palaiologos family, to which Constantine XI belonged, that existed in the 15th century.

"I have a question. What happened to Constantine XI, the last emperor of Byzantium?" Gisela needed to confirm this because the history of this world differed more or less from her understanding of her original world.

"Your Highness! Not Constantine XI, but Constantine XI. Constantine, the last Empress of the Byzantine Empire, led her army in battle against the heretics to the very last moment. She ultimately died from exhaustion due to excessive magical energy. Her body was collected by the valiant Varangian Guard, and finally, under the protection of a Varangian warrior named Eran, the Empress's remains were hidden in the underground palace, thus preventing the beautiful Empress's remains from being desecrated by the barbaric and frenzied heretic soldiers."

Gisela had always been fascinated by Roman civilization, a civilization that combined barbarity and civilization, which had always been of interest to her. Now, hearing about the different history of 1453, she couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She decided that she would definitely meet this woman named Zoe Paliologs in person someday, whether to satisfy her curiosity or to make some plans for the future.

"Your Highness, this is Miss Goben, the commander of the Prussian Magic Power Force." Tifa, who had been driven away, was back. Of course, this time she brought another blonde beauty with her. One was black and the other blonde, and both were beauties, making them quite pleasing to the eye. It must be said that there are far more beauties in this world than in the original history.

"Hello, Your Highness Gisela, my name is Augusia Karl von Goben, and I am the commander of the Prussian magic-wielding force this time." Miss Goben appeared very approachable, with a warm smile always on her face, which was quite different from the serious and rigid image of Prussian soldiers that Gisela had seen.

"Hello, Miss Goben. As you can see, my name is Gisela Louise Marie. I'm the mage accompanying the Austro-Hungarian Expeditionary Force and also the acting commander of the expeditionary force. As for why I'm not my elder sister, I'm sure I've already explained that in the communications of the past few days. To be honest, this is my first time piloting a mage armor, so please tell me in advance how you require my cooperation so I can prepare." More than just pleasantries, Gisela was now eager to get behind the wheel of the mage armor.

PS1: In 1453, the true Romans were overjoyed, the Roman Restoration was in full swing!

Chapter 126 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 61 "The Snow Fox" Strikes

"Princess Chloris speaks highly of you, and in any case, thank you for your assistance, Princess Gisela." While exchanging pleasantries, Goben was also seriously scrutinizing the girl before him. Because Princess Chloris spoke highly of her, Goben, as Chloris's close friend, also became very interested in Gisela.

Princess Chloris is a proud and arrogant person, so for her to give such high praise, she must have some talent. Of course, she also has to admit that the princess in front of her is indeed very beautiful. It is possible that her princess has ulterior motives, but in any case, protecting Gisela this time is related to her career and friendship.

It's Chloris again... To be honest, she could tell that woman's feelings for her. Unlike Bismarck's accidental encounter, Gisela was really having a hard time dealing with that woman. After all, it's natural for people to feel uneasy and fearful when facing the unknown, and she didn't like this kind of capricious and illogical person.

“Your Highness, according to our intelligence, Denmark has at most three magic users. Even if they all commit to the current battle, we still have the advantage of four. Our Prussian magic users will act as the vanguard to hold off the enemy's three magic users, while Your Highness only needs to use your magic weapons to disrupt their battle at appropriate times. It doesn't matter if you can't hit them.” In short, Miss Goben's implication was a three-protect-one tactic. Gisela was better off staying far away and cheering, since Gisela's safety was more important than the outcome of this battle.

"I see, I understand." Gisela just wanted to experience the magic armor. Combat was just a side thing, so she didn't care. After all, Gisela was well aware of her fragile little body. Although her control over magic energy had improved, her power was not yet complete. According to Lady Selena, she was still lacking some opportunities and enlightenment.

“Very well, Your Highness, then let’s prepare for takeoff.” With that, Miss Goben gave Gisela a thumbs-up, offering encouragement, before turning gracefully towards her magical armor. Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly turned back and added:

"Your Highness, this is a final reminder: do not linger in battle. Pay attention to your physical condition, and if anything happens, evacuate the battlefield immediately." The reason why the Magic Users chose aerial combat is actually a result of tactical evolution. On one hand, in this era, only the Magic Users' magical armor can appear in the sky, thus minimizing interference from various ground-based factors. On the other hand, it's to allow all ground troops to witness the fighting prowess of the Magic Users, the guardians of the nation. As part of the soldiers' faith, their victory has a tremendous morale-boosting effect.

Moreover, from the air, one can have a clear view of the battle situation below, and attacks from the sky make the ground defense impossible. Therefore, the sky naturally became the stage for competition and contest between magic users of various countries, and it became an essential consensus for the armies of various countries to have their own magic users protect their ground troops from the air.

Gisela pressed the switch to lock the panel on her chest, bit her lip, took a deep breath, put on her goggles, placed her hands on the sensor stones of her magic armor, moved her extended mechanical arms, and lifted her feet.

Actually, calling this magical armor "carrot" is more accurate than "armor," because apart from her limbs and the chest panel, almost the rest of Gisela's body was exposed. She could even feel a cool breeze between her legs. In a sense, it wasn't until this moment of activation that Gisela understood why she needed to change into thicker clothing—it was for warmth in the air…

"One last question, is my magic-powered armor really safe for defense?" Gisela was a little uneasy because all the mass-produced armor around her these past few days was just a bunch of metal lumps, the kind that even the pilots couldn't see.

"Your Highness! The defense of the magic armor has nothing to do with the thickness of her armor! It all relies on the shield!" Your shield strength is unmatched by them (and its consumption is several times greater).

“Oh! Then ‘Snow Fox’ will be deployed.” Gisela uttered a super chuunibyou (delusional) deployment line from Sakura Wars to satisfy her rare chuunibyou impulse.

At this moment, the two armies, busy with their battle, tacitly raised their heads and looked up at the sky where a white light rose, soaring upwards like a rocket.

The sky, a pure land that humanity has longed for and yearned for for millions of years, is a forbidden zone unreachable by mortals. The gods, wielding their power, look down upon their followers from palaces and temples surrounded by clouds. The gifts from heaven are the very foundation upon which humanity depends for survival.

Humans build towering structures in an attempt to express their reverence for the gods and hope to be closer to the sky, but ultimately they cannot fly as freely as birds.

Gisela watched as she was being flung behind her. Although the speed was fast, the airflow did not cause any discomfort when it brushed against her cheeks. Apart from the slightly icy air when she inhaled it, everything else felt just as normal as if she were on the ground.

The altitude for takeoff didn't need to be too high. Firstly, the armor's capabilities were limited, and secondly, it was completely unnecessary. The skies of this era were practically the exclusive domain of magic users, because without the interference of any man-made flying vehicles or the influence of ground weapons, the sky appeared incredibly clear to Gisela. (No AA people)

In a sense, this was her first time going to space in this life, and she did not experience any sudden problems such as fear of heights. The operation was also unexpectedly smooth.

"This is what they call the God's-eye view in games." Gisela looked at the bean-like figures at her feet and the noodle-like lines of troops, and couldn't help but rest her chin on her hand and observe with great interest.

Just as Gisela was distracted, a white beam of light flew from the direction beneath her feet and successfully struck her magic armor. The enormous impact sent her flying.

"Holy crap! There wasn't a single sign!" Gisela, deeply influenced by anime, naively thought that the magic armor would give an early warning after being attacked, just like in the anime.

Because it was her leg armor that was attacked, Gisela was still in a bad mood despite having a magic shield to protect her from the impact, and her stomach was churning so badly that she almost vomited.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 127 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Falling Snow of Jutland (Seeking Votes)

The Achilles' heel weakness of magic armor mainly targets mass-produced magic armor. Due to the varying levels of magic users (i.e., differences in the amount of magic power they possess), magic users do not have enough power to deploy the all-around shield like magic users. In order to maximize the defensive role of their magic shield, countries choose to set up key defenses on the front to ensure the survivability of the armor. After all, it is only natural that the bottom defense of magic armor, which can only be used for ground combat, is neglected.

Of course, the special armor of magic users does not have such a design flaw. To put it bluntly, all technological advancements in magic armor are based on the premise that you have the corresponding magic energy to use.

"There's no radar sensing system at all!" Gisela gritted her teeth and complained to the air with a dissatisfied look. She relied entirely on her eyes, hearing, and unreliable magical energy perception to fight.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" Gisela looked down and noticed that there seemed to be three magical armors approaching her from below.

"Miss Goben, I've been ambushed!" Gisela stared wide-eyed as she looked around. The clouds were unexpectedly thick today, and her already weak vision was further obscured by the clouds, making it difficult to discern directions.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, quickly stand among us, we'll protect you." The three Prussian magic users, led by Miss Goben, formed a defensive formation with Gisela at the center.

In fact, Gisela hates this forced defensive state the most, because for her, defense is a process that is both boring and tedious.

Then another white magic energy cannon shot out from the clouds below. This time, the four of them, with their attention highly focused, almost simultaneously managed to dodge the attack. They also raised their weapons, ready to launch a "righteous" trial on the little bitches lying in ambush below.

Gisela gently touched the magic stone in her armored arm. As she expected, the scattering cannon in her hand began charging, the light from the muzzle changing from green to blue, and finally to white. Just like the change that occurred when she first arrived in this world and saw Rita channeling magic energy into her magic dagger.

The four people, whose attention was completely drawn to the Danish magic armor below, did not notice Princess Alexandra of Denmark descending from the sky. At this moment, the giant hammer in her hand was emitting a somewhat bright white light, and due to the gravitational potential energy and the effect of high speed, the giant hammer was also generating sparks by friction with the air.

"This is a greeting from the Vikings, you arrogant German bastards!" Alexandra roared, her voice echoing across the sky. Her target was not the seasoned Prussian magic users, but the owner of the white armor surrounded by Prussians—Gisella.

Upon hearing the roar from above, the four looked up, but it was too late to dodge. Gisela, in particular, felt a strong sense of crisis as she watched the giant hammer flying towards her.

Danger! The ominous star above Gisela's head is flashing.

"I'm going to die. This hammer blow will definitely kill me." The oppressive force was no joke; the heavy booming sound that cut through the air was like the force of a thunderbolt.

"Your Highness!" Miss Goben bit her lip and instinctively stood in front of Gisela, raising her shield. The huge impact resounded through the sky, and the shock from the sky completely attracted the attention of the soldiers on both sides. As the clouds dispersed, even the soldiers with the worst eyesight could see two magical armors falling to the ground together, along with some light particles generated by the shattering of magical shields.

Alexandra slung her hammer back over the shoulder of her armor, looking down at the two German magic users plummeting towards the ground. She had only intended to use her tactics to damage one of their magic-armored suits first, to somewhat offset their numerical disadvantage, but the result had exceeded her expectations—it seemed like she had effectively destroyed two of them in one fell swoop?

This unexpected outcome was something that neither Alexandra herself nor anyone else present could have predicted.

Chloris raised her head, narrowed her crimson eyes, and looked at the two magical armors falling from the sky. There was no doubt that the two people inside the armors were very important to her.

A surge of anger burned within her. For the first time, this Prussian princess, who had always been indifferent and cynical about everything, felt an urge to do something seriously. She now only wanted to kill this Danish woman herself, twist off her head, and make Denmark pay the price.

"Boom!" Chloris slammed her foot into the ground, the leaking magical energy causing a massive collapse in the ground around her. Taking a deep breath, she resolutely walked towards the Prussian headquarters, her intention clear.

At the same time, Rita, who was originally pushing Princess Sophie's wheelchair to watch Gisela's first battle with her, widened her eyes upon seeing this scene, then narrowed them. If she were a magic user, she probably would have already piloted a magic armor to launch a rescue.

Although Gisela's sister, Sophie, wasn't as angry as Rita, a careful observer would have noticed that the armrests of the princess's wheelchair were somewhat deformed from being squeezed.

"Angreb!" To fulfill the mission entrusted to him by the princess, the Danish general, after seeing the hourglass in his hand complete one turn, ordered his soldiers to launch a new attack. Inspired by the great victory achieved through magic, the Danes' morale was even higher than in the previous battles.

Some Danish soldiers, caught up in a frenzy, charged straight at Prussian magic armor with explosives in hand. Even if the man carrying the explosives was knocked down, the soldiers behind him would immediately pick up the explosives and continue charging towards the enemy.

Explosions rang out one after another around the Danish first line of defense, and several Allied magical armors were reduced to piles of scrap metal. Even the Prussian soldiers, possessing the best individual combat skills among the nations present, were no match for an opponent who was almost "reckless with their lives." The collapse of the Allied forces was perhaps only a matter of time.

Our gaze returns to Gisela

At this moment, Gisela could clearly feel the pull from the ground. Although her senses were somewhat numb, she could still feel some warm and sticky liquid on her face.

Blood! That was the only possibility she could think of at that moment.

But she felt no pain from a reopened wound, so the blood couldn't be hers. With that thought, Gisela turned her gaze to the woman blocking her way—Goben.

There was no doubt that the blood was flowing from her body, after all, she had shielded herself from this fatal blow.

Why did you help me? Gisela wanted to ask this, but she wasn't the kind of person who dwelled too much on why. All she needed to remember now was that the woman in front of her had saved her and had done her a favor. As for those unfounded speculations, they were just asking for trouble.

PS1: It crashed, but not completely (laughs)

Chapter 128 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 63 Revenge (Seeking votes and subscriptions)

"Boom!" The two crashed heavily to the ground. The huge impact almost knocked Gisela unconscious. Fortunately, her armor provided her with enough protection, otherwise she would probably have been in grave danger.

"You're really pathetic, even though you pride yourself on being a man!" A soft yet cold voice echoed in Gisela's mind, followed by a jolt of electric shock.

"Hmph! As a man, you rely on a woman for protection. After your body became a woman, your heart became a woman too?" Although the voice in Gisela's mind sounded very displeasing, her words undoubtedly hit Gisela's sore spot at that moment.

"Who are you! Why are you in my mind!" She was more concerned about the other person's identity than the woman's mocking words.

"Me? I am you, and you are me. Otherwise, do you think your power comes from these Western barbarians?" The woman's tone was contemptuous, carrying an arrogant air of dominance, like a true monarch holding the reins of power.

"My power originates from you?" When Gisela mentioned her power, she first thought of the fox ears on her head and the fox tail on her buttocks, the so-called characteristics of an Eastern magic user.

"You seem to have guessed something, but now is not the time to speculate about my identity. There is a very good suggestion for you."

"What suggestion?" Seeing that she couldn't find the source of the voice, Gisela patiently listened to her further remarks.

"I'll avenge you and kill the Danish mage who harmed this lady."

"Then what is the price!" Gisela adheres to the principle of equivalent exchange; there is absolutely no such thing as a free lunch.

"Price? I'm not the devil those Westerners portray me to be. I believe in the principle of equivalent exchange. Helping you is helping myself." Gisela had heard this phrase twice already. If she was "herself," then who was she?

"I represent the past and you represent the future, but so be it..." The voice in my mind seemed hesitant to speak.

"What exactly do you mean by that? Don't just stop halfway through!" Gisela bit her lip, somewhat annoyed.

"In short, you just need to remember that the Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things. All things carry yin and embrace yang, and achieve harmony through the interaction of these two forces."

"Ah! This..." It wasn't that Gisela was uneducated, but she genuinely disliked these riddle tellers!

"In short, one last question: Is this a deal?"

“Deal, why not deal? All I want right now is…” Gisela took a deep breath and turned to look at the unconscious Miss Goben. Someone helped her, so isn’t it only right that she help her get revenge?

“A wise decision…” The voice was ethereal and distant, and Gisela felt as if she had suddenly entered a space of old memories…

A moment later, when she opened her eyes again, her clear blue pupils had turned into a mesmerizing purple, and her long golden hair, fox ears, and tail had also turned into an unprecedented silver. At this moment, a playful smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth, just like when she was searching for the Iron Crown and fighting against the Italians.

It really does feel better to be "alive." It's just that my other self is too weak. Not only have I lost my memories, but I've also lost my power... Unfortunately, this is the price I pay for using that power.

Gisela pushed away Miss Goben, who was lying on top of her and had fallen into a coma. It was clear that the violent attack had caused Goben to fall into a coma, and the wounds on her body were also quite horrifying. If it weren't for the double protection of the magic energy shield and armor, it wouldn't be surprising if such a violent impact had directly killed her.

"Your name is Goben, right? I will remember this favor." Gisela reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek. Her gentle tone was surprisingly reassuring. At this moment, Gisela also revealed a maturity and composure completely different from before, as well as dignity and arrogance.

"Don't worry, you won't die..." Gisela snorted and raised her hand to pour a ball of green light into Goben's body. As for the transcendent beings like magic users, they are not so easy to kill as long as they have a breath left. As for how long it will take to recover, that is not Gisela's concern.

“My body is still very immature, and there should be a lot of room for growth.” “Gisella” looked at her own body while checking the damage to her armor.

"Let me check the weaponry on the armor." Gisela placed her left hand on the magic stone, and as a white light flashed, all the data of the magic armor was poured into her consciousness.

"The Sword of St. Stephen? These barbarians still like to use such mystical names. This (unfamiliar) type of diffusion cannon, and a hidden second armor transformation?" Gisela rested her chin on her hand, commenting on these designs. Although she didn't like this style, she had to admit that these Western designs were indeed very advanced and avant-garde.

“The Westerner’s little hammer is surprisingly interesting.” Gisele stretched out his hand, licked his index finger with the tip of his tongue, and his smile became even wider than before.

"I'd like to see just how much you're worth." Gisela looked up at the sky.

“A real fox is a master hunter.” Gisela stretched her neck, and with the magical energy she poured in, the Snow Fox rose at a speed far exceeding that before, flying into the sky like an arrow shot from a bow.

Despite Alexandra's command, the Danes, outnumbered three to two, did not gain any advantage in their subsequent engagement with the Prussians. The two well-coordinated Prussian magic users, upon seeing Alexandra's giant hammer, deliberately maintained a distance and used their magic cannons to continuously reduce the shields of the Danish magic armor.

As a melee-specialized character, Alexandra's magic armor was not equipped with a magic cannon, leaving her helpless against the Prussians who stung like bees.

“Your Highness, this can’t go on,” one of Alexandra’s companions, Yiling, asked her.

"Hold them off a little longer, and we'll take turns providing cover." Alexandra didn't expect to gain any more ground advantage, because once the ground forces drove the coalition forces out of the first line of defense, victory in this defensive battle would be a foregone conclusion.

As soon as Alexandra finished speaking, several white beams of light appeared below the Danes. These beams were completely different from the linear deployment of the magic cannons of the past; they were radial. As the flight distance increased, they increased from one to two, then from two to four, until they formed a net-like attack that covered the Danes completely.

After a dazzling display of light, like fireworks, appeared in the sky, a massive explosion followed, sending up plumes of smoke and dust that left both sides in the midst of the chaotic battle stunned.

PS1: It's the weekend!

Chapter 129 The Brandenburg Eagle and the Snows of Jutland: Capter 64 Another "Gisella"