Chapter 706
My Empire Chapter 706
2020-11-03
Chapter 706 707 Smoke of VengeanceTwo F-15 fighter jets outside the window escorted the far end of this Imperial Family special passenger jet, Under the wings hung slender and sharp AIM-120 air-to-air missiles.
The golden eagle emblem gleamed in the sun, and Chris leaned back in his place and slowly closed his eyes.
Luther waved his hand gently, and the two Vice-section Heads immediately retreated. Luther took the blanket from the flight attendant behind him and put it lightly on Chris.
"Luther, do you think I'm cold-blooded?" Chris didn't open his eyes and asked Luther who covered him with the blanket.
Although Chris is determined to take bloody revenge on the demons of the other world, his heart is still undecided.
This is also the reason why, from just now until now, he has been tapping his handrail with his own fingers.
Luther bowed slightly and replied very naturally: "No, your kindness and grace are all over the world... It is precisely because of your infinite love for your subjects that you buried it in the heart. Strong hatred."
"Actually, I'm not as good as you say, Luther." Chris still didn't open his eyes: "I let the soldiers go to the front to fight, and I always give them to them. An explanation. They didn't go to the Demon Realm for themselves, they were for the justice in their hearts."
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"Well, now everyone sees that the expedition's highest Command's order." Burrisson stood in front of several of his platoon leaders with a solemn expression and said, "Did you see the name of the signed order?"
"Yes, sir. This is the emperor of the order of His Majesty!" A platoon leader put out a long breath and said, "Since it is the emperor of the order of His Majesty, then we have no mental burden."
"Let the soldiers prepare for action." Burrisson waved to all the officers in front of him, indicating that they could each go back to their units: "Give me 10 minutes."
He didn't let anyone follow him, but walked back to the intersection in front of the town step by step.
The demon officer was still standing there, waiting for his end. Burrison walked over step by step, the iron boots on the heavy power outer skeleton stepped on the soft dirt road, making a muffled sound.
He was holding the weapon, and his hands even trembled a little. When he stood in front of the demon officer who looked young, but not necessarily younger than him, he felt his The vocal cords are dry and can't make a sound.
However, he still opened his mouth, and through the microphone beside his mouth, he said what he wanted to say in the calmest voice possible.
This voice was not very pleasant in the ears of the demon on the opposite side: "I'm sorry, I just received an order that our army is going to attack this town, you now have ten minutes. Time takes people out of here. You can retreat east, my men will not pursue for the next day, and if you insist on staying here then I will be ordered to fire on you and all the demons behind you."
"You, what do you mean? You just told me..." The demon's face turned pale for some reason, he pointed to the Alanhill Grenadier behind Burrison, twisted His face was full of bitterness.
Once, his forefathers were the victors, who could wreak havoc on the magical continent, and look to defeat the poor natives who made no progress in the last ages.
But now, they're the one devastated by the war. Those enemies who had tried their best to stop them from advancing, stood at their doorstep, asking them to get out of their homes where they had lived for thousands of years.
It's satire no matter how you look at it, a kind of black humor that feels absurd.
So he wanted to stress it again, to stress his position: "I am standing here on the basis of the Demon King the order of His Majesty..."
"I'm sorry. , sir! If you insist on wasting time here... then you better get a weapon now! When I come back, you can use it to tell me your grievances." Burrisson interrupted coldly the other party's words.
Then he took two steps back, as if he had remembered something, and added: "And... what is the Demon King the order of His Majesty, that's your business! I only You know, next, I'm going to execute the order of His Majesty!"
"Take your people out of here! Don't look back!" The demon officer saw Bury who returned to his starting position step by step. Sen, looking at the female succubus who returned to his side, instructed: "As far as we can go, we can go as far."
"How far can we, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, go?" The Succubus was snorted miserably, and the overly seductive face was full of unwillingness: "What are these bastards doing? The origin of magic is the only truth in this world..."
"You better hurry up Let's go! I'm afraid we don't have much time left." The demon officer didn't even glance at the succubus beside him: "They said 10 minutes, I don't know how long these 10 minutes are, but I think it's impossible too long. "
He has seen that the weapons and equipment of those humans in the distance have begun to activate. Just from the sound of the engines of those equipment, you can tell that the other party is obviously coming.
Then the demon also turned around, squeezed into the crowd, and finally carried a wooden stick and walked back to the intersection of the town.
This is the best weapon he can find. At this time, he misses the sword that he gave to others.
As the only warrior here, he just stood there, his armor lit up with dazzling light. He was leaning on the stick, behind him were countless demon civilians, and in front of him were the human grenadiers who were preparing to attack.
He didn't know how his ancestors enslaved those who failed in the magical continent. He only knew that at this moment, his heart was full of grief and anger. The enemy surrendered, and he never thought that the enemy would refuse his surrender...
"Long live the source of magic." He meditated in the heart, and then a frantic smile appeared on his face.
"Let the artillery fire...they don't seem to be planning to retreat." Burrison used all his strength to give the order to attack.
The next second, the hatred-filled cannonball landed in the devil's town, and Burrison's eyes were covered by an explosion, as if everything was no longer real.
Accompanied by the violent explosions, a silhouette with a wooden stick rushed towards them, Burrison relaxed a little, picked up his weapon, and faced the lonely silhouette.
Behind a silhouette, it is full of flames; behind a person, it is full of steel.
(end of this chapter)