She changed Europe

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“Weak…” Black Saint slowly walked up to Aponia, who was lying on the ground, and stomped heavily on her chest. More blood gushed from Aponia’s mouth. She was already suffering from the side effects of forcibly increasing her power, and she was now much weaker than usual.

"Tsk tsk! Otto's little bitch is quite pretty." Black Saint squatted down with interest, lifted Aponia's chin, and examined her face.

"Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong master. The Jesuits have ruled the church in the past, and they will rule Europe in the future. As for you, the Thirteen Courts you serve, and Princess Gisela for whom you seek revenge, there will be no place for you ants in the future." Perhaps because he had eliminated many opponents, the Black Saint couldn't help but say a few more words.

"The most ridiculous person is the one who thinks he is clever; the most boring victory is the victory that one believes he has won," Aponia said slowly, taking a deep breath.

"Then you can die with that in mind." Black Saint grabbed Aponia's neck, intending to snap it.

Just then, a blue light flashed by, and a heavy punch struck Black Saint in the back, sending her spinning and flying.

A silver-haired, fox-eared girl appeared before Aponia, her fist crackling with blue flames.

"Do you think I'm a pushover just because I'm not showing my teeth! Damn China Tablet, all I did was mock her for being loyal to her country! And now you're taking revenge!" Gisela shouted angrily, speaking fluent Chinese. At this moment, Aponia could notice that blue flames were flickering on the wounds on Gisela's body, and these flames were actually healing her wounds.

"Your Highness, I'm so glad you're alright." Aponia's voice trembled slightly as she looked at Gisela with a haggard expression. After giving a genuine smile, she fell into a deep sleep.

"Thank you for your hard work, Aponia and Jeanne Alter." Gisela looked at the gray-haired maid in front of her with a gentle expression, then glanced at Jeanne Alter not far away before standing up and rubbing her hands together.

"Dare to hit my people?" Gisela didn't say much, frowned, and once again charged directly in the direction where Black Saint had flown away.

"Za Warudo." Although Black Saint wouldn't say it like that, she still used her high-speed movement to jump up the moment she touched the ground, dodging Gisela's pursuit and appearing behind her at the same time.

Gisela, now trained by Fu Hua, was no longer the same as before. Sensing the threat, she dodged the punch coming from behind, skillfully grabbed Black Saint's arm, and then used momentum and the power of her stance to execute a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw. With a thud, the black-haired woman was completely stunned.

"Before learning the over-the-shoulder throw, you can actually learn the back throw first. After all, it's like learning the horse stance before learning martial arts. If you want to learn a move well, you must first understand the effect that the move will achieve." Fu Hua's overly hardcore teaching still echoed in Gisela's mind.

“Thirty-two thousand two hundred and fifty-six times.” Gisela repeated the number she only understood as she continued her attack on Black Saint. Black Saint rolled away to dodge the attack, then kicked Gisela, sending snow flying from the ground. The force of the kick sent Gisela staggering back several meters, the snow obscuring her vision.

When Gisela's vision returned, Black Saint had vanished without a trace.

"Why do you always like to attack from above?" Gisela looked up helplessly, just as Black Saint was about to smash a huge tree stump at her. Gisela calmly picked up the inscribed sword that Jeanne had stuck in the ground and threw it at Black Saint, but the projectile was easily dodged by him.

"Ryuzawa Rola!" Black Saint roared as he charged towards Gisela. (Forgive the cat's JOJO reference)

Gisela calmly raised her head and waved her fist, which was wreathed in blue foxfire.

"Ora! Ora! Ora! Ora!" Gisela roared, sounding a bit like a childish teenager.

"Muda! Muda! Muda! Muda!" Both sides let out unintelligible roars!

The tree stump shrank under the attacks of the two men until it was finally shattered. The remaining two men, one on the ground and the other in mid-air, continued to clash with each other.

"Thump thump thump thump!" The sound of air being torn apart continued in succession, indicating that the two were evenly matched.

Just as the battle was reaching a stalemate, the sword Gisela had thrown earlier fell back down, piercing the Black Saint from behind, who was unprotected by his magical armor. Taking advantage of this opening, Gisela kicked her opponent into the air, then, after a brief moment of preparation with her right hand, leaped high into the air, aiming for the Black Saint's abdomen.

"Inch-force splits the heavens!" With a loud bang, the surrounding dark clouds and snowfall were instantly cleared away as if hit by a strong wind, and the brilliant sunlight shone directly onto the ground without any obstruction.

A sound of shattering seemed to be heard. The Black Saint's magic shield, which had been ineffective all along, suddenly shattered. This was an omen; the shattering of the shield at least proved that this woman, who possessed bizarre physical strength, was completely exhausted.

With her crashing to the ground, had Gisela defeated this troublesome woman?

At least for this moment, she felt a long-lost sense of ease.

PS1: One minute offstage, another minute of hard work is the result of ten years of effort. Heaven knows what Gisela went through before.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 467 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: Capter 86 The Death of the Black Saint (Seeking Votes)

Gisela wouldn't forget to finish her off, after all, she was a person with good habits. Thinking of this, Gisela walked towards the Black Saint lying on the ground. At this moment, the woman in the pit had her shiny black hair loose, and her beautiful face was completely bloodless. Because her robe had been burned in the previous battle, her figure, which was no less than Marta's, was now directly displayed in front of Gisela.

She was a good woman, but so what? Compared to the many terrible things she had done, that was no reason for Gisela to forgive her.

Gisela gripped the sword embedded in her body, then pulled it out, dragging the blade close to the black-haired woman's neck. Black Saint slowly opened her eyes, still expressionless as she stared at Gisela.

"Before I kill you, I have a few questions I want to ask you. First, why do you hate me so much?"

"Hmph? Hate you? Cough cough... The theory of pure bloodline is just a means for me to deceive my servants. What I want is an heir to the throne that I can control, not an element as uncertain as you."

"Really? That does match the impression you gave me." Gisela showed no anger whatsoever; instead, she looked at the woman on the ground with a hint of mockery.

"The second question is, according to your logic above, you could just get rid of me, but why hurt my friends like Leopold?"

“He is your fiancé, your future husband. Is there anything more pleasurable than watching you suffer?” This was simply due to her terrible character, and Gisela obviously did not grant her wish.

"One last question: with your strength, you could easily kill me with your own hands, so why do you keep seeking cooperation from others? Don't you think you're just asking for trouble?" According to Black Saint's rigorous logic, she shouldn't be making such a fatal mistake.

"Me, personally take action from the start? And then, like this, be helplessly held to this spot by your sword? I naturally wouldn't act unless absolutely necessary. Initially, I controlled the Papacy, preventing a direct conflict with the Empire. If I could use someone else to kill you, that would be ideal, since the Papacy can't directly confront Austria. However, Otto's betrayal and your counterattack have made me lose my inhibitions (losing control over the Papacy). Now, I only want to kill you, then use the Prussians to defeat Austria, and go to Rome to reclaim what's mine." Any one of her words could easily justify Gisela's decision to kill her, yet she spoke with such candor.

"You're a complete madman and an incurable ambitious man."

"Likewise, Your Highness, your ambitions go far beyond that."

"The Austrian Empire, can the German region satisfy your appetite? Your coat of arms has one eagle's head facing east, and you have the characteristics of an Eastern magic user; the other head faces west, and you have Habsburg blood flowing in your veins. You are that double-headed eagle soaring in the sky." Black Saint's lips curled up slightly.

"So let's do it. Only one of us can live." Black Saint grabbed the hilt of Gisela's sword and moved the tip towards his heart. Crimson blood slid down the wound on her hand and dripped onto her fair skin.

“You don’t need to tell me.” As Gisela pierced her skin with the tip of her sword, through her ribs and into her heart, Black Saint nodded with satisfaction, then gave Gisela a strange smile.

"Watch out for Otto." As the ethereal voice reached Gisela's ears, the desire in Gisela's heart seemed to die. For some reason, seeing the death of the beautiful black-haired woman on the ground, Gisela felt a little relieved, but she did not regret it.

Although she wanted to say she didn't kill women, it seemed too sentimental compared to the many blood feuds she carried. Gisela, having drawn her sword, turned and walked towards Aponia and Jeanne Alter without a moment to reflect.

Unlike Gisela, Black Saint died alone, while Gisela had countless people who cared about her.

Returning our focus to the sky, even with a numerical advantage, the Prussian magic users didn't gain much of an advantage due to Cecilia's presence. After two of them were shot down, they voluntarily withdrew from the battlefield, while the two non-Prussian Jesuit magic users left the group and returned to the ground ahead of time.

After taking the Black Saint's body in front of Gisela, he quickly left. Gisela didn't pursue him, as she was certain her sword had pierced his heart, making survival impossible. Besides, Gisela needed to take Jeanne and Aponia back to camp for treatment; she had no time for such trivial matters.

As the aerial battle drew to a close, the Prussian army, having left behind a large number of its own dead, began to retreat. After all, even Frederick himself understood that there was no point in continuing to waste time here today; it would be better to withdraw the troops first and then reorganize the attack on another day.

The first clash in this brief Battle of Kalpac ended hastily with the Prussian retreat. This battle, which lasted only one day, resulted in the Prussian army losing nearly 20,000 men, while Austria lost nearly 5,000. The intensity of this war exceeded the predictions of military strategists from various countries. The machine gun, this deadly weapon, once again used its fangs to prove to the world the horror of future warfare.

At this moment, in the headquarters of the Prussian forces stationed in Silesia at Katowice, the young Ms. Hildegard von Hindenburg was solemnly studying the map on the wall. It was a foregone conclusion that Austria's defensive line would be concentrated in the Sudetenland region, and the failure of a major offensive was not entirely inconceivable; any general with a modicum of knowledge understood the advantages of holding the terrain.

We cannot expect the main force to break the deadlock now; we need a strong and effective flanking force to achieve this goal. The Prussian army now only has two mobile forces that can be withdrawn: the Elbe Legion, commanded by Bismarck (the Third Legion), and its own Silesia Legion (the Fourth Legion).

"The Austrian army, located on the border of Silesia, was about 40,000 men waiting to launch an attack (this 40,000-man force was the product of Gisela's compromise with the old stubborns in the parliament, and the commander was also chosen by those nobles), while the Prussian army stationed in Silesia was only about 20,000 men."

"Xue! What do you think we should do to annihilate this Austrian army while effectively supporting the offensive of our main force?" Hindenburg asked, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it while looking at the black-haired girl with animal ears dressed in a butler's uniform behind her.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 468 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: Capter 87 Hindenburg's Determination (Seeking Votes)

Her original name is unknown; her current name is Lin Xue. According to her own account, Lin Xue's family were originally officials in a country called the Ming Dynasty in the East. However, due to some political struggles, the family fled overseas and finally arrived in Europe after years of wandering.

However, Lin Xue's mother died during the journey due to her poor health, and her father was stabbed in the chest by a drunkard during an argument and died in a bar.

Even when she reported the incident, the local police let it go because she was just an illegal immigrant. The girl, deprived of her family's breadwinner, was forced to beg for a living and grew up in an orphanage established by the local church.

Until the young lady Lin Xue mentioned, who was also the girl's father, Count Hindenburg, adopted her.

Because of his early widowhood, Mr. Hindenburg, wanting his daughter to better experience the warmth of a woman (maternal love), adopted the older Hilde von Hindenburg, keeping her in his home as his guardian and playmate. Hilde remained by his side even after Mr. Hindenburg's death from illness. Hilde von Hindenburg then successfully inherited her father's title and entered the Prussian Military Academy for further studies.

In Miss Hindenburg's memory, this person, who was like an older sister, seemed to have long been a member of the family. Even after she investigated the orphanage that Lin Xue mentioned and found no records to corroborate her past experiences, she did not choose to doubt her. Instead, she continued to trust her sister Xue without reservation and lived with her until now.

Hindenburg later learned that the other party was actually a magic user from the Ming Dynasty who had secretly come here to investigate her teacher, Su Beiming, the former princess of the Ming Dynasty. At present, she had not figured out how to contact her target, so she stayed by Hindenburg's side to give her advice.

"Miss, we can spread false information to lure the Austrians into attacking our Silesia, then seize the opportunity to surround and annihilate their forces, before crossing the border and penetrating deep into Austrian Slovakian territory." Achieving this goal by taking advantage of home ground is not a difficult task.

One of the Eastern arts of warfare is to transform everything into a battle for survival...

"Spreading false information, is that it?" Hindenburg leaned against the table, crossed his legs, and pondered with a serious expression.

"So what kind of false information should be spread? Silesia's defenses are weak?" Hindenburg muttered to himself, taking a drag on his cigarette and slowly exhaling the gray smoke.

"Xue, I think it would be better if we launched a feint attack on the Austrians in front of us, and then pretended to retreat. The Austrian commander would definitely press his advantage, and then we could take advantage of their underestimation of us and their unfamiliarity with Silesia to completely annihilate them." Compared to the uncertainty brought by the news, a bold attack would be more likely to convince the Austrians that Silesia's defenses were weak.

“That’s a good idea, Miss. So how do you persuade Berlin and Crown Prince Frederick to agree to your battle plan?” Lin Xue asked, resting her chin on her hand.

"Berlin is actually quite easy to talk to. After all, the General Staff, where General Moltke is stationed, is not a traditional and conservative place. Especially in military command, they prefer some unconventional and innovative solutions."

"The Crown Prince has never been a problem. As long as we respect him and offer suggestions that do not touch his core interests, that man has already begun to act recklessly in order to win."

"By the way, Miss, would you like me to make you a cup of tea?" Lin Xue said with a smile.

"By the way, Xue! I haven't asked yet, is there something you want to see that princess about?"

Looking for her? I just want to kill that coward who abandoned his people with my own hands. Of course, Lin Xue didn't intend to tell the young man in front of her these words, because she knew very well that it was unnecessary. Although she could guess the reason why Su Beiming left, she just didn't want to admit it.

"There's no lady involved, just old friends catching up."

Hindenburg seemed to realize something and shut his mouth. He took out a form from the drawer and began filling out the report on the battle plan.

At this moment, both Prussia and Austria are well aware that there will be no more clashes between magic users in the short term, while the clashes between regular troops will continue for a long time.

After the battle ended that day, the two remaining Jesuit enchantresses did not return to the Prussian camp with the body of their Grand Master. Instead, they headed east towards Poznan, a major city in eastern Prussia, where the Jesuits held their most important stronghold in Prussia.

Whether it's to elect a new Black Pope (Grand Master) or to find a suitable place to bury their respected Grand Master, these are urgent matters for them.

That night, in a cave north of the Sudetenland, two Jesuit demons lit a bonfire and sat facing each other in front of it, lost in thought.

They, who were once so glamorous, are now hiding like rats. Their magic energy is almost exhausted, and their magic armor has been abandoned. They are now in dire straits with no food or supplies. More importantly, their leader, the Black Saint who guided them, has died in battle.

"Tonight is Christmas Eve, and tomorrow is Christmas Day, and our Grand Master has been called by the Lord at this time." The first to speak was a Jesuit demon envoy with long golden hair named Saiya.

“Even if we go to Poznan, what can we do? The Jesuits are finished, completely finished.” Soon after, another mage named Leia, with short gray hair, complained with a hint of helplessness.

“We were severely weakened after Rome, but the Grand Master’s strategy can still be implemented. What we Jesuits need most urgently is a new leader.” Compared to the impetuous Leia, Saiya was clearly more composed.

"The Thirteen Courts control the Papacy and have Austria backing them up. Who else can we Jesuits rely on besides Prussia? Could it be the British and French again? Damn it, have you forgotten that ridiculous battle when we tried to retrieve the Austrian princess? The British and French fought each other in a bizarre way, and in the end, it was the Jesuits who died first."

“I think I understand now. We consider ourselves the ones wielding the knife, but from beginning to end, we've always been the knife in someone else's hand—the knife in the hand of that bishop named Otto. Without us, he couldn't have developed such close ties with the Austrians; without us, he couldn't have controlled the Church; without us, his Thirteen Courts couldn't have infiltrated the Austrian Empire; without us…” Leia continued her somewhat hysterical roar…

Now that they have suffered a complete defeat, it is understandable that they need to vent their feelings!

PS1: The holiday is over again, it went by so fast QAQ

Chapter 469 The Rebirth of the Two-Headed Eagle: The Man Behind the Scenes (Seeking Votes)

"Enough! Are you saying this is all our guild leader's fault?!" Faced with Leia's somewhat reproachful complaint, even the usually composed Saiya stood up, grabbed Leia's collar, and glared angrily at her companion.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy. After a moment, she sighed, let go of his hand, and walked towards the direction of the president's body.

"What are you going to do!" Leia asked Saiya.

"Wipe the master's body." Saiya's voice was somewhat ethereal and forlorn.

"Saya, our master is dead." The implication was that all their efforts were in vain.

To others, Black Saint is a ruthless, murderous madman, a ruthless and ambitious schemer. But they don't know the tenderness hidden deep within Saiya's heart. Black Saint's hands are like a doctor's scalpel; when kind, they can heal suffering patients; when evil, they can easily take lives.

She adopted many orphans like herself, allowing them to grow up happily under the church's protection, yet she could also order her subordinates to kill innocent people like Leopold who knew nothing of her plight without hesitation.

Saiya knelt on the ground, took out her handkerchief, and wiped the mud off Black Saint's body. At this moment, the beautiful adult had her eyes closed, looking as peaceful as if she were just sleeping. Only the somewhat horrifying wound on her chest silently told her the fact that she had passed away.

"Gisela Louise Marie." Saya clenched her hands as she thought of this.

At this moment, Leia glanced at Saiya in the distance, then lowered her head, looking at the crackling firewood, and let out a somewhat helpless sigh.

At that moment, there seemed to be a slight tremor in the bushes outside their cave. Leia, who possessed magical perception, stood up alertly and gripped the weapon at her waist.

"Saya, there are enemies." Leia issued a warning, then activated her magic shield. Although the shield, which lacked magic armor, couldn't withstand cannonballs and magic artillery, it was more than enough to deal with ordinary beasts.

Suddenly, a white figure darted out of the bushes and attacked Leia directly. Leia instinctively raised her weapon to block. With a clang, Leia's neck was caught in the oncoming figure, and she was slammed into a rock wall.

The immense force reached her internal organs, causing her, already weakened by the day's battle, to cough up a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough! Who are you?" Leia opened her eyes with some difficulty and looked at the person who attacked her.

First, Leia could confirm that this was a woman with long silver hair, but because she was wearing a mask, she couldn't see the other person's identity clearly. The fact that she was holding a standard magical weapon like theirs further concealed her identity.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that you will all die here today." With that, the silver-haired woman gripped her weapon tightly, preparing to pierce Leia's magical shield and kill her completely.

"Leia, watch out!" Saiya shouted, throwing a dagger at her. The dagger flew in an arc towards the silver-haired woman's face. The woman slightly turned her head to dodge the attack, but the dagger pierced Leia's ear, shaving off a few strands of Leia's gray hair in the process.

Of course, the silver-haired woman's mask was also sliced ​​open by the sharp dagger, falling to the ground in two pieces.

What came into their view was a woman with an exceptionally beautiful face. Although her blue eyes lacked some vitality, it did not diminish the dignity and elegance that her beauty brought, just like a princess.

“Cecilia Shariat.” Saya recognized her immediately. A saintess who stood alongside the Black Saint, possessing the title of the Church’s strongest spear, if she were to get serious, there would be very few opponents in Europe who could rival her.

“Cecilia, you’re too slow.” A calm and clear male voice rang out from the darkness. A man with long golden hair, dressed in a purple and white suit and holding a red rose, slowly walked out of the shadows. Behind him, countless women, like Aponia, appeared in the darkness, each wielding a scythe.

"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency, I'll eliminate them for you right now." With that, Cecilia raised her weapon and thrust the blade at Leia. The blade, glowing white, easily pierced Leia's magical shield, then sliced ​​through her skin, reaching her heart. Blood slowly flowed down the hilt. Despite being a powerful magical user, Leia was now as powerless as an ordinary person, utterly helpless.

"Saiya, save me..." Leia reached out her hand in fear, looking at her companion.

A moment later, Cecilia casually tossed Leia's hand on the ground, leaving her to bleed to death, and then turned her gaze to Saya.

Cecilia's face and body were covered in blood. Despite being a saint of the Holy See, she looked more like Satan than most clergy.

Saiya picked up the Black Saint's body and slowly retreated into the depths of the cave; protecting the Black Saint was her mission.

"Cecilia, you may step aside." Otto waved his hand, signaling the silver-haired woman to step aside, and then walked up to Cecilia.