On the streets of Calanmix, the capital of the Eternal Empire, two magicians were protecting a young man who was walking cautiously on the sidewalk.
The young man walking at the front looked curiously at the shop on his left, looking at the dazzling array of goods inside.
The vast majority of the goods are luxury goods imported from the Elanthir Empire. Some are brand-name bags designed by the most powerful designers in the Elanthir Empire, and some are expensive watches, jewelry and other items.
"It's really a disgrace to the nobles." The young man looked at several noble ladies walking out of the jewelry store, laughing loudly, and walking into a shop selling long skirts nearby without looking back.
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The empire is now on the verge of collapse. A large number of protest marches gather at the entrance of the palace every day, but the nobles are still going their own way, without any concern for their motherland.
The current state of the Eternal Empire is really not good, and it may collapse and perish at any time. All kinds of people here are filled with an inexplicable madness, a bit of hysteria and helplessness.
"Your Highness...be careful what you say!" A magician stepped forward and warned the young man: "After all, we are in another country, and it is easy to get into trouble by meddling in other people's affairs..."
"I know! I know!" With dissatisfaction, the young man glanced at the shops selling expensive luxury goods again, shook his head and continued to move forward.
He didn't have much time to go out for a walk. They should seize the time to bask in the sun and breathe fresh air. This was the only purpose of their trip.
"We are hiding here to look for opportunities to one day recapture Norma and rebuild the Norma Empire..." As he walked, he complained to the two bodyguards behind him: "But the chances are getting slimmer and slimmer.
Now, we are the ones who will perish."
"Take a look, look at the crowds crowding around the palace... I thought the Eternal Empire was the last hope of our Norma Empire... But now it seems that this hope can't last long." He looked frustrated.
, making the two magicians behind him who were protecting him also feel lonely.
At this moment, in an instant, a magician who was following the young man felt the danger. He instinctively lit up the magic defense barrier on his body, trying to prevent the danger from approaching.
Who knew that his speed was fast enough, and the opponent's actions were faster than he expected.
A seemingly harmless passerby suddenly pulled out a pistol from the schoolbag he was holding, pointed it at the young man, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" A strange gunshot suddenly rang out on the street, and the sound echoed on the road, unable to calm down for a long time.
"Assassin! Protect Your Highness!" The magician who first discovered the danger blocked the bullet with his own magic defense barrier, and then a ball of restless fireball appeared in his hand.
Not far away, the man who took out a pistol and opened fire was stunned for a moment while holding the pistol. He did not think that such a seemingly easy target would have variables.
He turned around and wanted to escape, but a fireball caught up with him and swallowed him up.
While the magician was attacking the gunman who turned to escape, in another direction, a man carrying a handbag pointed his handbag at the young man.
"There are assassins! There are assassins!" The magician who had no time to build more defensive shields to protect the young man could only shout anxiously.
This time, the two magicians were shocked by the ferocious firepower of the opponent's suitcase. This was the first time they saw that a suitcase had the same ferocious firepower as an assault rifle.
Intense bullets were fired at the young man, and the second magician could no longer condense any protective magic. He could only abandon his body and knock down the young man who was still at a loss.
Before the young man could react, he felt himself being thrown to the ground by a magician behind him.
He staggered a few steps, and finally fell to the ground. Only then did he have the opportunity to turn around and look at the magician behind him who threw him down.
I saw that the opponent's body also had a magic defense barrier lit up, but there were obvious blood stains next to his body.
"What's going on? What's going on?" The young man struggled to get up, but he saw blood with a light blue light covering his palms.
The magician who knocked him down was shot, not by one bullet, but several times in one breath...
Norma Collier turned pale with fright at the blood in front of him. He raised his head and saw that a gunman in the distance had been burned to ashes by his bodyguards.
"Someone is coming! Someone is coming! Help!" He hugged the magician who knocked him down, looked at the other person's painful expression, and looked at the bullet hole on the other person's body that kept spurting blood, and shouted loudly.
"Your Highness! Be careful! Don't scream!" The remaining magician turned his head and warned loudly that he wanted to protect his target.
Just as he shouted these words, there was another crisp gunshot, and a sniper in the distance shot the young man in the head.
The young man's head was completely shattered. Before the long-range sniper could leave, he stopped breathing and fell directly onto another corpse.
The gunshots were still echoing on the streets. At this time, local civilians screamed and shouted, because they also discovered that the gunshots and fighting here were not caused by the civilians who went to march on the streets as they knew.
The movement coming out.
"Damn it!" Seeing that the target he was protecting had been beaten to death, the magician who was fighting in front had his eyes red, hoping to catch someone alive.
Unfortunately, at the moment when he was distracted, several gunmen dressed as civilians rushed out and opened fire on him violently.
Caught off guard, he was also hit by a bullet, and the cry of the magician for reinforcements came from the distance. After the success, a man walked out of the gunman, carrying a pistol, and walked to the young man who was lying in a pool of blood.
A few more shots were fired at the corpse.
Then, he took out a handkerchief embroidered with a golden eagle from his arms and threw it on the young man's body. Several people turned around and ducked into a nearby alley, disappearing in a few seconds.
Caught off guard, he was also hit by a bullet, and the cry of the magician for reinforcements came from the distance. After the success, a man walked out of the gunman, carrying a pistol, and walked to the young man who was lying in a pool of blood.
