Arrek drank another sip of wine, filled it again, and drank it again.
Suddenly, he smiled and said to everyone:
"I'll tell you a story, or a dream I've had."
When everyone was confused, the slightly drunk Arik had already begun his narrative-
"Later yesterday, I was alone in the stuffy room and then I found myself asleep. I rarely slept since I took on the responsibility of surrounding the nest, but yesterday, I fell asleep for no reason... This is very abnormal, and even more abnormal, I dreamed."
He paused for a long time, perhaps hesitating whether to disclose these things, or perhaps weighing the value and dangers of sharing them.
Everyone waited patiently.
Finally, Arric drank his glass and continued to speak.
"What I saw was a picture that perhaps one of you mystics could explain this meaning. I stood on a desolate plain swept by the fire, and the odor of the supercatalysts indicated that it was destroyed in the form of progesterone, and a lot of heat was emitted from the scorching soil, which meant that the shelling only ended for a few hours before the land was steamed... The rolling smoke stained the sky with gray and purple bruises, the sun in this world was rising, and its light shone obliquely under the haze of war. At this time, a melting glow sprinkled on the ruins, illuminating the clouds above, and dazzled my eyes."
Yarik hiccupped, as if satisfied.
"Uh... So I raised my left hand to cover my eyes, but found that the armor was covered with thick ashes and dust. Everything was dirty except my sword. It was as spotless as if it had just been polished by a knife maker... It reflected the rays of the sun, but reflected twice the light, even brighter than the main... There was no living thing here, and even ash covered every surface. I felt that I was really there at that time. I felt that the dream was real, not the awakened world."
“It’s really fun.”
Sir Webb suddenly interrupted, and Arric immediately glared at him.
"Shut up, die."
This finally distorted Sir Webb's unchanging smile and turned into a certain embarrassing expression, but Arrek seemed to be really drunk and he couldn't say anything.
The drunken political commissar then continued:
"The ground was full of burnt skeletons, stretching out from all sides of my feet, they were all carbonized, and some kind of terrible weapon turned their sacs into powder, and the smell of burnt flesh suffocated me and wrapped me tightly, so that I felt it would entangle me for the rest of my life... This was once a lively world, but now it has turned into ashes, and then I saw some fragments scattered in the ashes, as if they were fragments of the breastplate, the paint on it had been burned off, and the armor itself faded into iron gray due to the high temperature.
Arrek shook his head, as if he was reluctant to recall that scene.
"A piece of breastplate is lying at my feet, still retaining a little color. I know I am dreaming, and I know what I will see after picking it up, but the logic of the dream still forces me to bend down and pick up the armor from the ruins, or so, it is better to say that I am just a bystander who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is afraid of it. I was frightened and threw the armor off. It fell on the ground and broke into countless pieces. Once again, that was the way of dreams. Only then did I notice that the bones on the ground looked so familiar, that it was me."
He let out a long sigh and his eyes inadvertently swept over his deputy.
"My soldiers fell beside me, their bodies spread all the way to the end of the horizon. After realizing this, the dream revealed more details to me. I saw countless broken armor and countless skulls on the bodies."
Arrek felt very uncomfortable. Instead of looking at those people, he was staring at the scene in his memory.
"What battlefield is this? I don't know that the identity of the enemy has also been hidden from my eyes, but it turns out that this scene is just a scene that is about to happen in reality... The sun rises slowly from above the clouds, but the earth is shrouded in the darkness. I suddenly have a terrible premonition. A black wind blows, lifting the ashes of the dead and flying to my face. So I taste the scent of their burnt flesh, and at the same time, a terrible howl sounds in the wind."
Arrek's narrative was full of emotion, which scared some ladies to death.
"I began to search, but the sound grew louder, and then the second howl joined, then the third, the fourth... Amid countless howls, a green beast stepped out of the dark snow, the largest one I had ever seen, almost as huge as the Imperial Knight, with blood-red eyes and mouth burning... It came towards me, and I knew it was here to kill me, so I raised my sword to prepare for battle."
"What happened later?"
I don't know whose voice it was, but Yarik didn't care.
"We fought in a group, fighting for a long time, its breathing was like thunder, its fangs were like mountains, and I only had the storm-like fury... My battle with it even shocked the earth and the sky boiled."
"Have you won it, sir?"
Arric picked up the wine pot, but found that it was empty inside, and a worries suddenly appeared on his face.
"It's too powerful to beat it, but I find a chance to sacrifice an arm in exchange for the chance to stab the sword into its throat."
Looking at the empty glass wine pot, Arik shook.
"I woke up afterwards and understood one thing, and there was only one way to survive such a terrible beast—"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! As he said that, he let go of his hand and still fell to the ground with the wine pot, which was smashed to pieces.
"Do whatever you want."
Sir Webb was stunned, and just a few seconds after he was distracted, a warm big hand suddenly covered his mouth.
Jon Abbott appeared behind him and slit the throat of the powerful Nundu with a sharp tactical dagger.
In an instant, the audience was silent, with only the muffled groan of Sir Webb whose ventricular tube was cut and the slight sound of blood splattering.
Arrek seemed to have not seen anything, but he just brought a glass of wine from the servant as usual. Even if the other party's blood was sprayed on him, he sipped it all in a calm expression.
"ah!!!!"
Accompanied by the harsh female screams, the silence was finally broken, and everyone was panicked, but the bodyguards had not yet reacted.
Bang------!
Suddenly, the door was opened heavily from the outside, and the wreckage of several smoking armed servants also fell to the ground.
"Dry!"
Mek, holding a light bomb gun, walked in with a cigarette in his mouth. Behind him was a large group of gang elites armed with teeth and scars.
Before the bodyguards on the second floor of the hall could react, a string of bullets flew behind them, shooting them one by one and falling to the smooth ground of the hall.
Moyz appeared on the second floor with his men and completely controlled the hall.
Both of them were Sir Webb's white gloves, so they both knew the secret passage to enter the Zishi Manor. They used the excuse of emergency as a request to meet with Sir Webb. While waiting, they suddenly started to kill the bodyguards in the manor, then opened the passage and put them in their younger brother, and rushed in.
When these militants appeared, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet and everyone realized what was going on.
Arrek threw away the wine glass, looked down at Sir Webb who was dead, and then said loudly:
"We have already obtained evidence that he is an alien spy, so don't panic."
Of course, everyone knows this is nonsense.
"I will not make things difficult for all loyal imperial citizens to be punished."
Arrek looked at everyone with a smile, his original drunkenness disappeared without a trace.
"Everyone should support the plan I just proposed?"
"Of course! Of course!"
"Everyone should contribute to the empire!"
"I donate! I donate all!"
Seeing these high-ranking people as humble as beggars at the moment, Arric felt inexplicably happy, but he immediately warned himself not to be addicted to power - and it was power brought by violence.
"Okay, since that's the case, then I'll tell you one more thing."
Yarik clicked on the holographic display in the large picture, and the several large aprons on the upper floor of the nest were controlled by people in uniforms.
"From today, no aircraft may leave the airspace of the nest without my permission. Disobedients are punished for treason, and the air defense forces have the right to shoot down!"
Although everyone was dissatisfied, they were still as quiet as a cicada.
"So, that's it. I said that to defend Chaodu, you must share the same hatred of the enemy, regardless of rank. You will also have your own positions in the future."
"post--"
An obese man smeared his forehead and smelled tremblingly:
“What position is it?”
The smile on Yarik's face became even brighter.
"Of course it's a position that everyone is suitable for."