Big Bow, Royal Palace.

"According to Clavesol, Astante will usher in a catastrophe, with an impact comparable to that of a mold disaster."

After reading the information sent back by the Minister of Intelligence, King Bigbow laughed loudly, and then cursed: "You bunch of bed bugs, don't I know what you are thinking?!"

He tore the note into pieces and sneered at the royal steward who was guarding him and urging him to go to bed quickly: "They are obviously going to attack Astante to warn us all! They are really crazy, and they dare to find him.

Should I discuss how to jointly research biological weapons? Can this kind of thing be discussed? If I agree, I will have something in their hands; if I don’t agree, I will not have access to this kind of biological weapons.

Weaponry technology, if anything happens, we won’t even have a response! The hell is, I don’t know if the skeletons have any contact with other countries in private, and I have no idea what other people think!”

The more the king spoke, the louder his voice became. Finally, he grabbed his hair, and a loud shout suddenly burst out of his young chest.

Faced with the lunatic's behavior, the royal steward had long been accustomed to it and said calmly: "It's time for you to go to bed. Please don't let me say it again."

"But!" the king shouted again. He glared fiercely out of the window. The look in his eyes was really not like that of a pampered royal child. Instead, it was comparable to those rebels who had turned against their families since childhood: "

But I don’t need to guess! You think you can develop biological and chemical weapons, and you think you are the first in the mainland, so you are complacent, right? I don’t need to cooperate with you to develop my own biological weapons! Just be happy for a while.

, there are things more terrifying than the trade war waiting for you next! Second-class citizens will always be second-class citizens, and don’t expect to stand up before the end!”

"It's time for you to go to bed."

The king gasped heavily and walked out of the room extremely unhappy. He kept shouting like a child in the corridor: "Disgusting rulers, disgusting races, disgusting countries! Now I think they are more annoying than adventurers..."

The royal steward followed closely behind, just like the mother cat.

And the most important thing - "Astant is about to be destroyed" was deliberately forgotten by the supreme ruler of Bigbowo.

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The message sent from the Big Bow Palace reached the hands of the Minister of Intelligence as quickly as possible. He glanced at the note (like snow light blowing from the slits of his eyelids) and looked at Clavesol: "Your Majesty

He is unwilling to meet you. It should be said that he does not even know that you have applied for an audience."

"Really? That's a pity." Clavisor smiled, her face began to turn pale, and her fisted hands trembled slightly.

"However, he also said that he can't kill you." The look in the Minister's eyes this time really said, "It's such a pity." "I can let you go now, but you must remember clearly that we have never cooperated with you in biochemical development.

Weapons, now and never in the future. Watch your mouth."

"I'll take care of it."

The Minister of Intelligence waved his hand: "Prepare the carriage and take her to the nearest Embassy of the Twilight Empire."

Acting vigorously and resolutely has always been the style of the Ministry of Intelligence. Clavisor left in a carriage two minutes later. At this time, the Minister of Intelligence received several more messages and read them in public: "The Knights of the Iron Hoof entered Astante. The nearby troops specially

The release is said to be the instruction from the 'Evil Eye'. The Dark Church entered Astante with the help of the 'Gamer'."

"The behavior of 'Evil Eye' is tantamount to betraying the country. He will lose the trust of the king. If he dares to pay such a price, he has great plans." Immediately, a subordinate said.

"The sun has appeared in June." Another subordinate said.

The Intelligence Department collects information from various channels, and the job of the backbone is to sort out the connections between the information and reproduce the original appearance of the incident as much as possible. The more sources of intelligence, the more complex the types of intelligence, and the original appearance of the incident that intelligence officers can obtain

The clearer it becomes. Because he can know almost everything on the continent perfectly, Oskel, the leader in this field, is called the "omniscient".

Another person said: "June Sunshine should still be in Astante. Has he found the unknown adventurer? Or is the adventurer a non-existent from the beginning and just used to confuse us?"

"If countless Death Ravens were sent out, fake lists were made up, and many hidden stakes were exposed just to confuse people, then Oskel is really willing to spend money. I think there is that adventurer."

Everyone recognized this statement and then concluded: "Oskel did not know how he obtained the adventurer's information, but the Intelligence Department found nothing in this regard."

The minister remained silent, and then he laughed, making everyone's hair stand on end. His eyes lingered on his subordinates one by one, and he slowly said: "Why can Oscol find the adventurer without going through the hidden stakes, but we can't?"

Completely ignorant? The answer turns out to be so simple..."

Oskol is in our intelligence department. When we are confused by the fake list, he can use our intelligence channels instead of using hidden stakes to search for someone without being suspected. The person he is looking for is not in the fake list.

He was on the list, but he showed up because of a fake list. But now, it is too late to track down that person. Maybe all the clues have been eliminated.

But what does it matter! It is extremely precious to know the information about Oskol.

The minister shook his head and regained his composure. He wanted to laugh, but he could only laugh in his heart: Oskol, Oskol! You finally showed your flaw! Let me end this long-standing battle!

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The chaos in the city is becoming more disorderly under Qingyi's intentional guidance.

The Dark Church was not willing to conflict with the Iron Heel Knights, and simply avoided them. So Qingyi asked thirty new people to disperse and attract the attention of the Judgment Knights. The Judgment Knights were all veterans in conquering heretics.

, as soon as the necromancers were killed, they immediately discovered the necromancers hiding nearby, and rushed forward to offer salvation. The necromancers couldn't just be beaten without fighting back, so they were forced to fight.

"You want to catch me so easily, how can such a good thing happen!" Qingyi, who was moving towards the city gate, muttered to himself and put the last chess piece out of his hand. Because of the "Funeral Potion",

His [Soul Force Field] was interfered with, but because [Soul Vortex] allows him to share the force field with other undead creatures, he can still make arrangements remotely. "Simon!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The little devil hurriedly flew to Qingyi's side. His smile was really unspeakably ugly and funny. It was three parts narrow-minded, three parts hypocritical, and three parts perfunctory. The remaining part may not be any better.

Where to go.

"Help me hold the guy behind me."

Simon looked back and exaggeratedly shouted: "Oh my God!"

Behind them, the masked man was flying in the sky. His flying speed was not slow, and he could keep approaching. Behind him, a pair of huge skeleton wings with a wingspan of more than ten meters were as flat as blades, with tattered fleshy membranes between the bones.

With a flap, the pedestrian staggered on the road. After spreading his wings, his shoulder size became much more normal. It seems that the stiff and wide shoulders were an illusion caused by the folded wings.

"This is the first time I've seen him fuse himself with the wings of a bone dragon. Let's not talk about where he got his adventure. Let's just say that he dares to accept the spiritual imprint of the dragon clan. It is worthy of admiration." Qingyi made a brief evaluation, and then encouraged his allies:

"Come on, Simon!"

Simon rolled his eyes: "Do you want me to confront him head-on? You saw it just now. He is obviously a mage, but he is stronger than a demon! When he uses magic, won't we all die?"

I don’t know if demons all have crow’s mouths. Less than a second after he finished saying this, the masked man let out a long and loud groan. It was not something that the human chest could emit, but something that made people laugh.

It immediately reminds me of the electronic synthesized sound of "Jurassic Park".

Qingyi's face changed drastically: "You system, you actually mastered the dragon language! Spread out and find a bunker nearby!"

Franji used his strength on the wall and turned at an obtuse angle into the window on the second floor of the residence, while Simon shot straight into the sky like an arrow. The next moment, a circle of densely packed black runes appeared.

The masked man's body spread outwards, circle after circle, flashing with deep black light, which turned out to be the [Death Ripple] enhanced by Dragon Language. The actual power of this magic is equivalent to that of ghost dragons or bone dragons and other dragon undead spirits.

The creatures themselves acted, which meant that the death rate was so high that it was basically impossible for humans to be exempted, so all the people on the street died at once. Not only that, the ripples also penetrated the buildings unyieldingly and penetrated deep into the streets and basements.

, no one can survive.

This most chaotic city suddenly fell into deathly silence, with only the wind and fire continuing to make noise.

Scanning this no-man's land with a scornful look, the masked man slightly adjusted his direction and continued to pursue the June sunshine, seemingly ignoring the little devil Simon who was still high in the sky. He flew less than ten meters and turned around like lightning.

, two ghost sticks were placed in front of him, holding a golden thread - an unreal holy golden thread from the ground.

Jonny, who was holding the golden thread with his hand like a kite, grinned ferociously at the masked man:

"Heretic, are you too confident?"

Law, "Smash".

The already stagnant golden thread trembled, and the ghost staff shattered in response, so the golden thread continued to move forward without any hindrance. For the first time, fear appeared in the masked man's eyes, and he tried his best to dodge, so the golden thread did not penetrate his heart.

, but pierced the right side of the chest, and then floated a distance. The blood-red ice slag escaped from the mask, which was actually a bit beautiful.

The God's Punishment Knight tugged on the golden thread again and used his famous skill that combined all his combat skills, [Snow].

The golden thread that penetrated the masked man was recycled, and the white-gold light filled the space where the masked man was. Suddenly, red, black and other miscellaneous colors appeared in the white gold, like a piece of muddy snow. When the gold

When the thread turned back into the hammer in Jonny's hand, the masked man - Ed Goodson - had disappeared, and only the no longer holy snowflakes fluttered down, blowing the saint's hair.

In the distance, Anigir was lying on the window peeping and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Everyone knew that Jonny was very strong, but he was so strong that he could kill the Dark Church in one blow.

The person in charge of the operation? The strength gap is so big that the Dark Church cannot contain the Iron Shoe Knights, so wouldn't his father be in danger? He couldn't help but look at his father, and saw that his father still looked calm, thinking that maybe his father had been prepared.

Maybe that will make me feel a little more at ease.

Qingyi watched this sudden battle rationally, and all his thinking cells were running rapidly.

[Escape probability reduced to 5%.]

[The probability of victory drops to 0.01%.]

[stupid move.]

[Sensing Rudy.]

"Hello, Rudy?" Using the familiar tone he used on the phone, Qingyi asked the undead king who had just entered the city based on the wavelength. Because the soul wavelength is as identifiable as a fingerprint, Qingyi is 100% sure of the person coming.

It was Rudy. "How many people did you bring?"

"Five confused souls. How is the situation over there?" The situation was urgent, and Rudy stopped being polite.

[Escape probability increases to 10%.]

[The probability of victory increases to 0.1%.]

"It's hard to say, but we have to get out of this place."

"Okay, I'll do my best to clear the road for you." Rudy cut off the wavelength, probably starting to kill people, clearing escape routes and creating cannon fodder, killing two birds with one stone.
Chapter completed!