The burning ideal made Maximus unable to feel the cold at all. He imagined the thick mud on the ground as the courtiers who betrayed him. He dug strength from his weak body and walked solidly and powerfully every time. No matter what, he must
To raise a military force, no matter what the outcome of the war, he must have the violence to maintain power - he does not need to manipulate too many people, he only needs to form an orderly armed force and manipulate the leaders of the armed forces to ensure that the military purpose is achieved
, the rest of the people will survive and gather manpower, weapons and other resources under his command under pressure - Maximus believes that his stupid brother will definitely not be able to maintain the front line, and it will be a matter of time before the last line of defense falls.
Before doing so he must summon all available forces.
"The messenger is ready, Your Majesty. We can leave immediately!"
A dexterous armed civilian came forward to report. The black clothes he wore were almost invisible under the shadow. He and the so-called messengers all came from the Attilan civilian clan. To be precise, Maximus currently said
The deserters we met only came from civilian clans. This is understandable. After all, this is the most brutal front line of this war. It is quite irresponsible to throw civilians who have not undergone any training or even undergone Terrigen mutation into the battlefield.
Maximus saw this as a waste of resources.
"Bring food, Ronnie, bring half of the food and medicine." Maximus slowed down his tone. He only controlled Ronnie, the captain of the messenger team, and not the symbols he engraved. Others did it out of worship.
Or the sense of ritual is imitated. Although it is just drawing symbols on the face, it can also indicate identity. "Those people must be very hungry. Find them, take them to the shelter, select more available couriers and send them there."
More places. Don’t be limited to this settlement, all settlements of other clans must have our messengers.”
Maximus looked at his team.
I don't know when he had a high fever. His skin was as hot as if his soul was burning, and his eyesight was so hot that it was hard to extricate himself. His consciousness was not affected, and the tinnitus and tinnitus swarmed over him.
The whispers made him think that they were hallucinations he heard. His mind was still strong, at least what he thought, Maximus believed that he could complete this undertaking.
"We are going to carry out a reform that is unique in Attilan's history, my ministers."
He cheered up, raised his voice slightly, and scanned the crowd hidden in the darkness with his burning eyes. The eyes staring at him told him that what he was doing was right and that he was fulfilling Attilan's obligations.
The responsibility of the king, he is walking towards an invisible throne.
"I told you my identity. I am Maximus, the legitimate heir to the throne of Attilan. I can tell you that years of corruption have bloated the royal family. Black Bolt deceived you. They transferred the security forces to
Instead of being sent to the front line to defend against the invaders, the Gene Council regards their lives as gems and you as mere mud. The glory of the royal family has been tarnished by those careerists, and the responsibility of the nobility has become an excuse for their greed... No,
I refuse to accept this outcome, they have dishonored our ancestors... We will form a new Attilan, an Attilan that will protect you and feed you. This is why I have summoned you. I pay attention
When you draw a symbol for yourself, from now on, this will be the symbol we use to distinguish our identities."
"Don't go to the front line, my friends. I won't waste your lives on the front line," Maximus said. "Go to the lower levels, to the industrial areas, to the waterworks, to the food processing plants and breeding farms. We want to
Restore the supply of food, water and weapons. We will make the enemy pay for every step he takes on the battlefield. At this critical moment, even the Alpha primitives must become our strength. Another team will go with me to the genetic experiment
Chamber, where we will obtain enough Terrigen Crystals for all of us, and then we will abandon the weak weapons of the Kree Empire and use our proud talents to win the war!"
He shook his hand with numb fingertips. In his memory, he only felt this way when he lost his temper when he was young. This was the result of excessive emotion, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the end of the limbs. Maximus promptly
Reflecting on it, he realized that the fanaticism seemed to have affected him, but when he took advantage of the blink of an eye to screen his heart and taste every word he said, that feeling disappeared again, as if he
Always stay sane.
"Let's go, friends."
Who wouldn’t want to eat fresh food if they could?
No one knows why this emotion appears, nor why he is so easily incited, but Maximus can be sure that these people will use their lives to complete the instructions he has given, and he can also be sure that he has not
Influence the minds of these people. Not all civilians have accepted the influence. Only armed personnel have such treatment, because he hopes that these people can use weapons with ease. He just uses his mind-reading ability to read all the information.
Summarize it into your own brain to make a judgment - it can also be said that this is to discover unstable factors in the team in time - because someone has escaped his influence, for the sake of safety, he has begun to eliminate unstable factors.
Several reconnaissance teams were dispatched for this purpose, and it was impossible for those people to return to the shelter alive.
Maximus turned to look at the other team, which was an army of armed civilians.
"Terrigen Labs, Lord Maximus?"
The response kept ringing in the darkness, and the fanatical emotions extended straight to the tunnel not far away, wrapping up everyone present. In Attilan, genetic variation is related to social status, and these civilians can obtain it when they are young.
The Terrigen Mist may not have as much smoke as a psychedelic cigarette. The promise made by Maximus means that they will jump to the upper class. For these people who can hardly eat enough, their stomachs are full of circulating nutrients.
It is the biggest incentive for the common people.
He knew that the hundreds of men in front of him were not enough to move the entire battlefield, and he would not be stupid enough to throw this poorly trained armed force into the front line. He saw the swiftness of those genetically modified human warriors from the memories of deserters.
, and the horror of those steel torrents running over buildings and human bodies.
To be precise, it is an army composed of physically strong people selected from different deserter teams. Everyone accepted his mind control, not just the army leader. This is not a high-intensity mind control. That kind of control will make the subject completely.
Losing self-awareness and completely losing the ability to think rather than just changing cognition. Even if he replaced some of the thoughts in these people's minds and retained the thinking ability of these soldiers, they were still a group of civilians who were urgently recruited. He had to
Compress your own military knowledge and use it as a seed to stuff it into the minds of these people - at the beginning of the unification of Attilan, the royal family monopolized all knowledge, among which only members of the royal family and military commanders can learn military knowledge - if
Without this knowledge, these deserters would have clumsily manipulated the firearms as before, firing the steel needle ammunition of the electromagnetic projectile rifle into their own toes.
He paused.
"No, we are going to another place."
He will lead this team to another place, a destination he must go to.
His instinct told him that he would get something there that could change the tide of the war, save Attilan, and regain the throne.