Constantine knew how the emperor exploited humanity's admiration for him.
Even though He abhors personality cults, pragmatists will not let go of available tools.
The First Yugoslav Federation Unification War forced Latvinia and the rest of the Balkans to unite to form a country that could influence the situation in Europe. This decision was difficult to make and difficult to implement because of the Orthodox, Catholic and *
There are constant religious disputes, heretics and heretics, heretics and heretics, and wars between heretics and heretics. Various plutocratic groups in Europe and North America also use white gloves to disrupt the situation there and gain profits from it. Albania's oil exploration rights were sold for US$200,000.
It was given to the Rockefeller family in the United States, and the money fell into the personal pocket of the then Prime Minister of Albania.
But the arrival of the emperor changed everything.
He first used the sword, then speech and education.
Many people in Sarajevo, Budapest, Plovdiv, Sofia, and Bratislava turned to support the emperor's ideas after encountering the war, not only because they saw that the emperor's career was unstoppable, but also saw the charm of the emperor himself, and even
With the hope of getting rid of poverty and oppression, what happened in the Six Dynasties was just a personal gain. This is what the saying goes, right? Then there were precise purges. Even if the careerists lost their lives, more people gained.
Benefits. He redistributed the benefits, targeting the civilians who had suffered. This was enough to make many civilians who originally hated him come to his side.
The emperor will make people firmly believe in the superiority of the system he created and the superiority of the human race - he will not deny that he will be the spiritual sustenance of the people on the Balkan Peninsula after they eliminate superstition and learn to believe in human beings themselves.
It takes time to deny superstition, otherwise there will be no religion in this world. For this reason, He must show his own essence and show his so-called divinity - at this moment, His speech is facing those military officers. He will not explain it to anyone.
Anything, unless He deems it necessary, is necessary now, because the mortal soldiers need to understand Him. To be precise, He wants them to understand His ideas, and it is obvious that the education in military schools and political commissars is not enough to meet His vision
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He determined that the army must serve the human race rather than the interests of individuals or certain plutocrats, so He laid off a large number of armies, changed their numbers, disrupted the composition of the army, changed the command hierarchy, established new military schools and new military ranks, and changed the past where they killed each other.
Trample it into the ground and promote trained young people with ideals to become officers to replace the old guys who are at war with others because of their religious beliefs, nationality, corruption and personal interests.
This battle is very difficult. Mortal soldiers and officers have not received much void combat training, nor have they been to space or the moon. On Earth, they have only conducted weightless training in water and space centers. From the moment they boarded the ship, they
With a hidden feeling of panic, the long voyage extinguished the initial excitement of overlooking the earth, and this feeling was gradually exposed. Only professional training can maintain discipline-those speeches were designed to ignite the excitement of mortal soldiers and officers.
Courage made them lose their fear, because the emperor and the genetically modified warriors had already shouldered the most difficult part for them, and they had done well in the remaining parts that belonged to mortals. This was an achievement worthy of recognition.
Constantine saw a document creating medals for those mortals who needed to be commended.
"Blackcard Burtgun, I'm sorry that I can't communicate with you in advance." That voice, like thousands of people speaking at the same time, was full of kindness. The light weakened slightly, and Black Bolt lowered his arm, barely adapting to the sting. He
Seeing the long black hair hanging on the golden shoulder armor of the warrior. "I am sorry to initiate this war against you and your kingdom. The human race is facing threats from across the void, Attilan and the Inhumans are the same.
Faced with threats. But I cannot extend a hand of friendship to you,"
"Back off!" King Black Bolt seized the opportunity and whispered a word. The sound wave was like a heavy hammer hitting Derrick, who had diverted his attention slightly. Even though the Guards activated the magnetic system of the boots in time, the huge mass and impact
It also smashed him to the other end of the hall. He didn't dare to speak at a normal volume, because it would only destroy the spire and bury everyone under the masonry. He might survive, but others could not.
.Black Bolt looked at Derrick and said softly, "Take us away."
Relying solely on the First Secret Regiment and the Second Secret Regiment being formed is not enough to accomplish the tactical objectives, not to mention that the two Secret Regiments also need to help the Regent Victor von Doom and the Ministry of Justice perform special service tasks. As a special agent
Troops rarely have time to participate in such a frontal battlefield. He has never denied the abilities of mortals. Compared to genetically modified warriors, He seems to value the role that mortals can play in this event that will completely change the fate of the human race.
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There was an explosion in the air, and even the noise reduction device of the combat suit could not filter it out.
The battle turned bloody as soon as it started.
Until the intruder's blade actually falls on his friend.
"Woof!"
Another scream came from behind again, followed by a gunshot and the sizzling sound of burning flesh on the wall.
Even though Black Bolt tried his best to keep up with Derrick's movements, he couldn't do it because he was restrained. He couldn't turn too fast, which would crush his companions, and he couldn't escape because he
You can't expose your back to the opponent. If the Guards are prepared, he will not appear in the direction where Black Bolt's front can be affected by the sound waves. He is very close to Black Bolt, so close that he can use his fists
Attacked Black Bolt but the latter had no time to react.
"Tetanus!" a warrior of the Villain clan shouted the lock-tooth dog's name, "come here... ah!"
Golden light lit up behind him, and the steeple hall that was originally filled with filth and darkness now seemed to be above the clouds. The air full of fishy smells and annoying whispers suddenly became clear, and even the dust was no longer visible. The gray bricks
The stone ground shone with light. Peace, this was Black Bolt's initial thought, as if he suddenly jumped from a running freight rail train into the water, isolating all sounds on the water, and he even wanted to shut up for a moment.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed a moment of tranquility. Tetanus fell down in panic, but Black Bolt had no time to care about his friends. He quickly recovered his senses, squinted his eyes and turned to look behind him - he saw what he had seen in his life.
The tallest and most majestic figure in the world. It was an elegant and glorious warrior, a model human king, a golden Titan - when he stared at that face, his stinging eyeballs couldn't help but shed tears.
, he had to use all his self-control not to restrain himself from kneeling down and expressing his admiration. Other Inhuman warriors were already kneeling on the ground, and even they themselves did not understand why they had this emotion.
The golden God of Death seemed to have completely disappeared. Even though the tuning fork on Black Bolt's forehead converted energy into his power, making him speed up a lot, he could only catch a glimpse of Derrick out of the corner of his eye.
The crimson shirt fluttering first. He knew that Derrick was circling, circling irregularly so that he could not predict where the latter would go next. He knew that the invaders were surrounding him and formed a formation with the Inhuman warriors.
The defensive circle gradually approached him, taking advantage of the concerns of the Inhuman warriors about him to surround him.
This time the Ghost Clan warrior was attacked by a poisonous hand. A sharp blade penetrated its jaw and skull, and its lizard-like snout was forcibly broken open, causing bleeding. Nervous reaction made him pull the trigger for the last time, and he tried his best with his throbbing lungs.
He wanted to cough up the blood poured into his trachea. Black Bolt didn't know how much pain his warrior endured before his death, and how much consciousness he had after his brain was destroyed. He could only hold his friend's hand firmly, in anger.
He watched it gradually die in front of him. This feeling was not pleasant. He had been suffering from this kind of pain ever since he came to the Kimilian clan. He was not unaware that there seemed to be something in the air that was catalyzing him.
He tried his best to stop his emotions but could not help but be affected. Living in an isolation room for a hundred years allowed him to barely control himself. During that time, he would pace in a room only a few steps wide every day, digesting his irritability.
His emotions, looking at the unchanging scenery outside through the thick walls and armored glass, allowed him to remain himself.
This sound that appeared out of nowhere attracted some of the attention of everyone present.
There will always be another subordinate between him and the golden god of death, forcing him to be unable to open his mouth or to use all his strength. Maybe he can open his mouth to release sound waves, but every time Derrick will kill a certain Inhuman warrior who is still alive.
Pushing him hard to ensure that he could not breathe smoothly - this was shocking. Black Bolt admitted that even he could not control his muscles as perfectly as this intruder, possessing such abundant physical energy and endless concentration.
It's like dancing on the tip of a knife. Pressing your body on the tiny area of the tip of the knife, you have to maintain balance under the huge pressure. Black Bolt knows that it took him decades to learn to control his own nerve electricity.
Signal transmission, controlling every muscle of oneself so that one's movements are perfect - the intruder seemed to do it effortlessly, and also mastered the rhythm of this battle. Every kill will achieve a certain purpose. This kind of intelligence
His level and physical strength made him more wary of the technology mastered by the human army that invaded Attilan.
The first one to suffer was the mutant with blue skin and crimson fins. Derrick first discovered that its will was the most easily shaken. The fins on its head and back seemed to be some kind of electroreceptors.
The organ is like the ampullae of Laurentia in cartilaginous fishes, and its functions are almost the same. It can sense electric fields, magnetic fields and temperature gradients. When Derrick first circled the circle with Black Bolt as the center, his
The Guard Spear was the first to find the Centaur Clan mutant hiding behind Black Bolt, because it had senses other than vision. The sudden screams of its subordinates clearly made Black Bolt unhinged. He did not expect the size at all.
The tall Guardsman's movements would be so agile that none of them could see clearly - he immediately turned around, and the skin of the battle suit between his arms and body spread out like bat wings. He had already used himself
The fastest speed, but only saw the electromechanical expert who was chopped from the shoulder to the abdomen.
"Why?" Blackcard Burt just said softly, and at this moment his ability seemed to disappear. At this moment, he understood who the people in front of him were, because he saw three people wearing the same clothes as the intruders
The warrior in golden power armor stood beside the king. "Why do you do this?" He hugged the wreckage on the ground, raised his head and roared with anger, completely forgetting that doing so might destroy Attilan.
"What do you want, human king? Do you want us aliens to die?"
"Debug the transmission device and the transmission beacon." Constantine said to the Eternal City technicians on the side, "We will set off in three minutes."
"Hold it!" the last few survivors shouted, "don't let go."
Suddenly, Black Bolt saw his own shadow.
The other remaining Inhuman warriors skillfully held each other's hands, ready to receive the teleportation at any time. A golden glimmer kept flashing in the lightless shadow, and heavy footsteps approached at a speed far faster than the heartbeat. The lock-toothed dog tried his best.
It ran towards Black Bolt, without even having time to breathe. It opened its big mouth and tried to bite the outstretched hand of Black Bolt.
Tetanus yelled, then ran towards Black Bolt.
The lock-toothed dog stood up and walked away. Then it widened its eyes and screamed in horror, so that its front paws briefly left the ground. It thought that the scene in front of it was far better than what it had seen in dozens of teleportation attempts.
What it arrived at was even more terrifying - every space jump it made before had encountered different obstacles. Either it failed to jump directly and returned to the original place, or it chose the wrong landing place and fell all over the body with bruises, or it was stuck between the reality and the illusory dimension.
, even if it only stayed for a few nanoseconds, it was enough for it to be attacked by those terrifying invisible things. The scars on its body with sharp claws and bites came from this - it saw the warrior named by its name being attacked by a blast.
The golden-red hurricane cut him in half. It knew the soldier and could even be called a friend. It never thought that its friend would die. To be precise, it watched its friend die miserably.
A dog that was wet all over and was as tall as a man fell to the ground, whimpering continuously. Its originally smooth fur was now stained with blood, and many scratches and bite wounds were exposed on its loose skin.
The claws were now covered in smelly blood. As soon as it hit the ground, it whimpered and lay down, as if it was too lazy to move any more.
"Because Attilan's social values do not care about the life and death of the human race. The Inhumans regard humans as petri dishes rather than fellow humans, don't they?"
The human king's answer left Black Bolt speechless. He knew that the invaders were right, and he also knew what he heard from the Kree ambassador many years ago about the Dark Order's imminent invasion of the solar system and the destruction of all life.
The news was also true, and he even knew that the Gene Council's ultimate method for this matter was to launch missiles towards the earth, releasing five kinds of stable mutated substances into the earth's atmosphere, and transforming potential descendants with the Kree Empire's genetic engineering.
"But I care, Blackcard Burtgon. When my army goes to the Genetic Council, do not launch Terrigen missiles, then I will give the Attilan Inhumans a dignified ending." The human king looked towards
Tetanus. This big dog was lying on the ground, closing his eyes tightly, looking extremely scared. He gently touched the skin of Tetanus, and the blood flowed from his body. Even the wounds that had ulcerated and emitted a cursed smell healed instantly.
Even the hair that was bitten grew back. The same goes for the scarred warrior in golden armor. "Go back, Blackcard Burtgun, and convey my wishes to all the Inhumans. You were once humans and are worth taking."