The two heads of state greeted each other in the reception room, congratulated each other on their election, and exchanged credentials.
Galadia looked intently, as if Griffith was a ball of air:
"The Grand Republican Army system you created and led is very disturbing. It seems that you are strengthening military centralization, which is also extremely necessary in the current situation. However, we are worried that this will damage the authority and freedom of a wide range of spellcasters."
"I have taken note of your opinion, Your Highness, and I can assure Canaan that the Grand Republican Army is only ensuring the security of our country and serving the war. That is everything. They are not here to compete for parliamentary power.
"Must I remind you that it was the Senate that granted me special powers, and that they should be used only in emergencies? These powers will automatically be lifted as soon as the war is over."
"But what about your Grand Army of the Republic? They will disband too?"
"They are not my army, madam, they belong to the Republic," the dictator replied calmly, "their fate will be in the hands of the Senate, where they belong."
Her voice became more and more trembling, and what she said was nonsense, and finally it was almost hoarse. All the strength seemed to turn into a pounding heartbeat, resonating on her arms.
"I pay my respects to you, Dictator."
Golden-red heat energy rays criss-crossed, turning the streets into a pile of charred ruins. No matter where you went, you could see nothing but burning wreckage, and every gust of wind would burn into bright flames.
"We have known each other for a long time..."
The dictator said slowly, like an old man who wants to reminisce about the past after talking about business:
"Please convey my blessings,
Political commentators and stock analysts are like this. Suddenly, they can find unquestionable wisdom from past speeches, but when asked to give a clear point of view, they have to go back and forth...
"The specific situation will be communicated to your country later."
Soon enough, Griffith took half a step towards Galadia. The girl who could barely look at him was startled, and the elders beside him immediately focused their attention.
After the terrifying heat energy beam swept away, countless tentacles poured out of the giant statue, grabbing the figures running around on the ground, sucking them in, and then spraying debris all over the ground.
Galadia glanced at him with bright eyes, then quickly looked away.
Thinking of this, Griffith almost couldn't help laughing. He suppressed his smile and still let the corners of his mouth twitch.
What's ridiculous is that when the Psychic Legion was first formed, these rational critics were full of praise, and the articles published were also from the same newspapers and editors. Everyone turned a blind eye to the obvious risks, and after the incident, it seemed like a sudden
After receiving divine revelation, they all pointed out that they had "already noticed" and "as mentioned earlier"...
Miss Elf's fair hand is just a few steps away. Just a gentle squeeze can bring back countless memories and memories.
Griffith didn't waste a moment, reaching out behind the black robe and holding the back of Galadia's hand.
A giant insect with six long legs appears in the image, with astonishing arms and legs that reach over cliffs and mountain peaks. This terrifying long-legged spider easily crosses houses, gardens and rivers with grace and death, wandering through towns and cities, bringing astonishing...
Fire poured down on the ground.
"Please do as you wish."
The dictator and senators formed a small circle. Galadia was in the lower right corner of the arc. Her front was half blocked by the dictator's black robe, and her right hand and back were covered by a dark wall. Griffith held tightly.
Holding her left hand, the corner with nowhere to escape is like a deep embrace that can't go anywhere.
Now! Lock it down, stasis prisoner—
Several elven elders were also visiting with Galadia. When they saw Griffith, they all looked as if they had eaten flies. They seemed to still have doubts about the dictator's opinion, and immediately said: "Please, please
Understand Canaan's concern for spellcasters and the Arcane Council..."
Griffith's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He didn't listen to a word of what the others were saying. He only knew that Galadia was still saying something from time to time.
The girl let out an inaudible cry. Her hands were colder than ice cubes, and she twitched like an electric shock. Her slender fingers tried hard to push out, trying to escape from the fiery grip. But the more powerful first
The two grips wrapped all her slender fingers, making them unable to move at all.
With Salorian's permission, the visiting Canaanite elder activated the crystal and projected an image in front of everyone.
His tone seemed to be saying: Don't force me to issue an eviction order.
The lips of the elf elders pursed into a thin line, with serious expressions. Galadia took a quiet sip of tea. One elder was silent for a moment and took out a crystal.
In recent days, discussions in academic circles and newspapers have become increasingly bold - using magic potions to establish a psychic army in a very short time, even if theoretically feasible, is extremely imprudent. The Arcane Council did not proceed for enough time.
It is normal for large-scale testing to be put into mass production. This madness eventually turned into a disaster that shook the country.
Griffith accompanied them through the narrow passage to the teleportation array deep in the secret room. He walked less than one step away from Galadia, almost squeezing a senator into the corner, racking his brains
If you want to say something, even if you delay it for another half minute or ten seconds.
It's a pity that he is not good at words, and he lacks elegance and smoothness. His tongue is dry and knotted, and he can't even utter a word.
The moment everyone turned their heads, Galadia hid behind the dictator's hood, hugged Griffith's arm, stood on tiptoes, and quickly kissed his cheek.
Griffith's psychic energy surged, and the Conqueror's power became unstoppable.
The Canaanite senator couldn't hold himself back: "But we heard some rumors..."
She was also holding back her smile...
"I have already said that I will make the right choice," Salorian's tone suddenly rose. He stood up and said with a decisive tone, "Your attention should end here."
Galadia followed, behind the dictator, using the cover of the black robe, she gently leaned on Griffith's arm, put her hand in Griffith's hand, and let him hold it.
When the senator said this, he glanced behind the dictator. Griffiths remained silent and seemed to have no reaction.
He interrupted the conversation between the heads of state... Griffith's gaze moved over and locked onto this rude elf. However, the latter showed no response and was obviously more concerned about his own worries.
Eh?
Before Griffith could throw down his psychic energy, a more powerful aura came in front of him. The elders were instantly confused, thinking that they were about to be poisoned.
"Ah~"
Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the teleportation array. There have been so many accidents recently, and the order of magic is in chaos. It is not uncommon for the teleportation array to have problems.
"Your Majesty the Dictator, is that okay?"
"I also look forward to it, my friends, our future will be glorious!" Salorian promised loudly, and then said to Griffith, who was about to collapse next to him, "We will definitely go, right?
"
Everyone present was about to turn their attention to Miss Elf, who was almost leaning on Griffith's shoulder. She shouted with all her strength: "Look at the teleportation array!"
The death rays emitted from the mouth-like grooves of the colossus were several terrifying golden-red light pillars. Wherever they passed, the rocks ignited with gray smoke, the high temperature caused ripples in the air, and houses and fortresses were burned in the fire.
"We look forward to your arrival, wise Salorian. I hope that our friendship and unity will open up a glorious future in this era of crisis."
"How is Galilei's injury?" Dictator Shi Shiran came to the crowd and asked a senator casually. He stood in front of several senators, his loose black robe almost covering the young people behind him.
These words resonated with the senators. They began to express their concerns to the dictator, completely ignoring that the Canaanite princess was very close to the human knight in the shadow of the corridor.
"Oh, Lord Gato," Galadia was almost out of breath. Someone might have heard her low voice just now. She pretended to be calm and followed the dictator's concern, "Psychic power."
There are many dark sides that we don’t know about…”
No matter what! It’s just a few senators! Let me overthrow them. Dictator, you can handle diplomatic disputes or whatever!
Although the sound was inaudible, everyone could imagine the deafening roar that made people's ears ring.
The crowd also moved with him. Like the professors and students, they cast their eyes on the stone slabs displayed in the secret room, which recorded many secrets.
"He, uh, Lord Gato..." The senator who was asked was a little embarrassed for a moment, not knowing how to answer this sensitive question.
The elves of Canaan said goodbye. They stood in the teleportation array and said goodbye to the dictator.
Miss Elf smiled with a smile that made people happy but did not lose her identity: "In the name of Canaan,
After that, he motioned to Griffith behind him to see off the guests. Today's talks were informal and could not be known to the social world, so Canaan's representatives teleported back from wherever they came from.
"Come to me."
There was a wisp of rose fragrance in the faint fragrance that tickled the tip of his nose, and Griffith's heart was immediately ignited.
"Yes, sir." Griffith replied quickly. He looked at Galadia's fading figure and whispered in his heart.
Griffith couldn't help but glance at the girl. He saw her staring at the dictator and the senators, her eyes not evading at all. Her cold fingers gently rubbed his fingertips in the dark~
"I have some suggestions regarding this issue..." The dictator took a step forward. Griffith hurriedly let go of his hand, regretting that this beautiful moment was too short.
"The disaster of your army is essentially the withered beings formed by forcibly injecting magic power into unqualified life forms," the elf elder said with some pride, "We are cleaning up and establishing a no-man's land on the outskirts of Canaan.
"Where does our front lead?" A senator murmured sadly, "Maybe only the sacrifice of the Chosen One can save us."
"After learning that some of the legions are out of control, Canaan must take necessary actions to clean up the pollution. Tarkin Yamon's troops are clearing the pollution near Canaan."
"I also send my greetings to you, Your Highness, and to your friends," Salorian held up the document containing his credentials. "May our friendship last forever."
"Canaan has to trust me to make the right choice," he said, "and that's why I was elected dictator."