Code Geass: Salvatia Intervention War

Chapter 4 *remake*

The North Pole, a vast expanse of endless snow, had long been an untouched wilderness, ignored by all who passed by—until the Salvatians arrived. They quickly set up a base, using their advanced nanocores to expand it and fortify the surroundings with defensive structures, ensuring protection from any would-be enemies. Commanding this strategic outpost were two formidable generals: General Larkdow, a cunning Lizardfolk, and General Hopperfield, a sharp-witted Rabbit Wildfolk. These two leaders had a clear mission—to establish the base as a stepping stone for their forces, preparing to expand their numbers and encircle the Holy Britannian Empire. Their plan was to strike from the east when Supreme Leader Xavier gave the order for a full-scale invasion.

For now, the generals and their troops endured the freezing climate, relying on their Neohuman and Neotype abilities to adapt to the bitter cold. Despite the harsh conditions, they had set up devices to keep the base warm and livable. As they waited patiently, their vigilance never wavered. They knew that, at any moment, Britannia or the EU could send their forces to challenge them in the North Pole. But if that day came, the Salvatians would be prepared.

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Viceroy Palace of Area 11

In the meeting room of the Viceroy Palace, the atmosphere was tense as the Britannian Purist Faction grappled with the catastrophic failure of their mission. The forces stationed in Shinjuku had suffered devastating losses, with the majority of their soldiers either killed or severely injured in clashes with an unknown enemy. Only a small fraction, about 12%, had managed to retreat, but even they bore the scars of the brutal encounters. To compound the disaster, Prince Clovis was still unaccounted for, and it was feared he had perished when the unknown assailants obliterated the command center at G-1 Base.

"What is happening?!" one of the Purist members bellowed, his fists slamming violently against the table, his frustration evident.

"Never in my life has our battle been lost for the first time!" he continued, his voice rising in disbelief. "We never lose!"

"To make matters worse," another Purist member added grimly, "Prince Clovis has not been found, and there is no word on whether he survived the attack."

Villetta Nu, her voice calm but sharp, asked, "Has the body been discovered?"

"No," came the swift reply from Kewell Soresi, who shook his head with a grim expression. "His body has not been found. If he had survived, we would have located him by now."

"This is troubling," a third Purist member muttered. "If the royal family learns of this..."

"Not unless we do something first," Kewell interrupted, his gaze shifting toward Lord Jeremiah. "Lord Jeremiah, what shall we do?"

Jeremiah Gottwald, deep in thought, struggled to erase the haunting memories of the Shinjuku Ghetto. The image of the Britannian forces being annihilated by attackers wielding advanced, unfamiliar weapons haunted him. No one, not even the Holy Britannian Empire, possessed such technology.

"Lord Jeremiah," a voice broke his reverie. He turned to face the speaker, a Purist member standing before him.

"Hm?" Jeremiah replied absently, his thoughts still elsewhere.

"I've never forgotten what happened there," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity. "What I saw makes me wonder about those attackers."

Villetta Nu leaned forward, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Jeremiah's expression grew more serious. "Those weren't just terrorists. No group of terrorists could wield military-grade weaponry like that. And the way they dressed, the weapons they carried, and how they appeared out of nowhere during the battle—it's unlike anything we've ever seen."