Bayonetta poked her head towards the portable holographic projection device in front of her, and finally couldn't help but stretched out her hand to tease the palm-sized projection model. "You look so cute like this, my dear little boy." Her tone was as affectionate as ever.
Salomon shown in the holographic projection is as small as Thumbelina, and any toad can carry him away. He is lowering his head and fiddling with something. Although the scanning equipment faithfully displays the items in his hand,
Because the model was so small, Bayonetta couldn't see clearly even with her glasses on. "When do you plan to come back? The Cheshire Cat is already complaining that she can only take care of her children." She stretched out her finger and poked Sasha.
Lomond's illusory cheeks seemed to remind his lover on the other side, "I think the Cheshire Cat's mental health needs attention."
The little girl in shark pajamas whizzed past the study room, her short legs flapping so fast that no one could see. She rushed through the corridor like a fat cannonball, accompanied by silly laughter,
Behind her was a sighing gray short-haired cat - the Cheshire cat would pounce on the little girl before she bumped into a vase or sculpture, biting the shark pajamas and dragging the girl away from dangerous objects. Salomon carried
At first, she put the things on her hands aside. Only then did Bayonetta realize that it was a helmet that had been dismantled in a mess. It looked like it was being manually upgraded. In addition, there were other things on the table.
There were also some disassembled firearms, bolt bullets and some blades. The sound of engines in the distance entered the microphone like a chorus, and she could almost smell the smell before the war.
Salomon said with a teasing expression, "Is it the Cheshire Cat's or yours?"
"Both." Bayonetta admitted readily. She picked up a piece of Turkish delight in the gift box in front of her and took a bite. "But because of the dessert you sent, we can discuss this later." The witch dressed in
A white dress with a full Greek style and exquisite gold jewelry embellished with the long skirt makes her look less monotonous. This is a dress for afternoon tea, with a casual theme, and is far less gorgeous than the witch's dress when she goes out.
She already knew what Salomon was going to do next. It was not like she had never read the book "Unified Truth". Even the correction work for the Italian and French versions was completed by her and Joan of Arc. Although she could understand
The goodwill revealed in "Unified Truth" can also be seen in the necessity of Salomon doing this in the dark prophecy, but this does not mean that she is willing to join the war started by Salomon. Her only wish for Salomon is
The requirement is to go home for dinner tonight and fulfill the duties of a husband. So far Salomon has done a pretty good job. No matter how busy things are outside, he will work hard to create a warm family atmosphere.
Bayonetta believes that this is also good for Salomon's mental health. She is so arrogant in this regard that she will not let anyone interfere. Even Constantine wants to persuade her to leave more office time for Salomon.
At that time, all she got was two hundred pistol bullets that hit the same position on the helmet in succession, which made Constantine lose his temper. She knew that Salomon was not really cold-blooded, otherwise he would not have saved so many people in the war-torn area.
Bayonetta knows that he is a human being, with human shortcomings and advantages. But when necessary, he will not hesitate to sacrifice those lives to maximize their value. It is difficult to say that anyone will understand him.
The anguish in my heart.
Salomon smiled and shook his head. He did not answer, but began to assemble Hammurabi's praetorian helmet.
He added a retinal projection to the AR HUD display, so that even if the helmet is damaged, it can still faithfully reflect the data given by the built-in computer of the power armor. The experimental model in his hand will soon be distributed to other guards.
It became the standard configuration of the Praetorian Guard. Both Hammurabi and Constantine received their own improved helmets. Only Supiluliumas, because he was in South America, could only wait for the arrival of the next batch of support supplies.
Can only be obtained when.
Salomon skillfully assembled his own bolt pistol, and then stuffed all the .75-caliber solid rocket fuel-propelled armor-piercing ammunition on the table into a magazine with a capacity of thirty rounds. This kind of ammunition is produced by micro-nuclear fusion.
Ammunition capable of producing damage due to high temperature and synthetic material warheads was well received as soon as it was launched. When the Latvian regular army initially faced the disadvantage of light armor, it was the bolt machine guns (.75 caliber) supported by the Immortal City that saved the battle.
Even though the subsequent reinforcements of armor have gradually made up for this strength, more and more young Latvian people have joined armor training for short-term study, and have been exposed to lasers, plasma and other weapons, and banging bolt guns.
Firearms are still the most powerful weapons in the hearts of many Latvian soldiers. Even though there are a few fools lying in field hospitals who were injured because they did not follow the regulations and used bolt machine guns indiscriminately during training, Latvian teenagers are very concerned about bolt bombs.
The enthusiasm for guns has not diminished, because they have all seen how bolters easily tore through the steel coat of the heavy armored vehicle purchased by the Latvian royal family.
"Let me see your office environment." Bayonetta took the hot coffee brought by the maid and gestured to Salomon, "Today's environment is different from yesterday."
"Of course, of course." Salomon loaded the bolt gun, then hung it on his waist and walked out of the tent. Bayonetta's eyes followed the movement of the portable holographic projection device. When Salomon opened the tent, the camp
The noisy noise inside rushed towards us. Tracked armored personnel carriers came and went in front of the camp, dozens of self-propelled artillery aimed their muzzles in the same direction, and more tanks were warming up their engines. Greasy black smoke was in the distance.
Rising up, the moist soil reflects the pale sunshine in the sky - these are not all the armored forces of the Latvian regular army. Most of the armored forces have been transferred to the northern defense line, accepting the leadership of Constantine, preparing to meet NATO's attack
attack.
"Today we advanced to a position 50 kilometers away from the capital. We will launch an offensive to capture the capital tomorrow. Everyone is preparing for tomorrow's battle." He pointed to the castle spire in the distance and said, "Victor von Doom is now in
Negotiate with the Latvian royal family and ask them to evacuate the civilians in the city. However, I think the outcome of this negotiation may not be ideal. The royal family treats the civilians as hostages and wants to drag us into street fighting."
"What are you going to do?"
"Constantine is on the northern defense line now. Hammurabi and I are enough to handle this matter." Salomon responded to the warm greetings of the logistics staff coming and going, while nimbly dodging the people rushing towards his feet.
A goose. He joined the war three days ago. With his help, the Latvian regular army captured the villages around the capital at an extremely fast speed. Many soldiers witnessed him holding a bolt gun and a long spear.
As the vanguard, Sword clashed head-on with the tanks of the Latvian royal family - many soldiers thought he would die. However, when they entered the village, all they saw were tank wrecks on the ground, and Salomon was sitting on the burning wreckage.
Yawning next to him.
There was also a menacing goose and a large group of panicked civilians who had been rescued.
The Latvian people are also very accepting of the Praetorian Guards. Some people even think that the Praetorian Guards are more powerful than Salomon, because the tall Praetorian Guards wear high-tech power armor and look much better than ordinary soldiers.
The taller Salomon is stronger. The Latvian people have not seen Salomon in armor, and the mystic doubts that anyone will dare to say hello to him by then - he puts on the power armor
Later, he was taller and stronger than the Guards. A little magic can push his strength to another level. This is not difficult. Salomon believes that even Hulk cannot compete with someone wearing power armor.