"Do you think you can run away?" A swordsman in white looked at the women blocked in the alley with a sinister smile on his face and taunted them.
Beside him, another swordsman in white looked at the civilians of the Flame Empire in front of him with great interest, his eyes showing disdain for the lower creatures.
Indeed, he did not regard the people in front of him as human beings at all. In his eyes, mortals who could not cultivate were no different from ants.
Who cares about the life and death of ants when walking? These people in front of you are nothing but trash with no talent and no use.
"Hahaha! Kill them!" On the other side of the alley, the swordsman blocking these women waved his hand lightly and pierced the chests of several women with a flying sword.
A woman holding a child screamed. When she lowered her head to look at her infant child, her eyes were full of despair.
She could only spit out blood when she opened her mouth, but she kept trying to cover the blood hole in the child's body with her hands. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, blood still spurted out from the body of the child who had stopped crying.
She was dead, and so was her child. The moment she fell, the woman's eyes were full of malice. She cursed all the gods in the world, cursing these people in white clothes to die miserably.
What is regretful is that no matter whether or how these swordsmen in white will die in the future, she will never be able to see them.
The blood dyed the swaddling clothes red, and also dyed the tattered clothes of these women red. No swordsman in white would be interested in these women, because they care about strength and blood more than anyone else.
In the eyes of these white-clothed swordsmen, mortals with no cultivation and power are not worthy of their evil thoughts. What they want is a serious couple of monks, instead of wasting precious energy on these mortals who are no better than monkeys.
On women.
"Excuse me...can you take me to see your leader?" Just when the white-clothed swordsmen killed the last woman from the Flame Empire, a hoarse and unreal voice sounded from behind them.
stand up.
Several white-clothed swordsmen turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came from. They had been killing so freely before, so they were a little careless and didn't notice when such a guy came behind them.
This is a puppet, an ordinary puppet. It has been modified with some things, but it is still an ordinary puppet.
"I'm here to negotiate!" The puppet spread his hands and made a harmless gesture: "Our great Emperor of the Airanhill Empire wishes to have a talk with your leader..."
"What should I do?" A swordsman in white took a defensive posture, pointed his sharp flying sword at the puppet not far away, and asked in a low voice.
"It seems that the other party can no longer afford it and wants to surrender to us." Another swordsman in white said proudly.
His words made the leading swordsman in white feel a little proud on his face. He took back his flying sword and said, "Arrange two people to take it to see the master! It seems that we will soon become the world's leader.
The master."
Soon, such a negotiation puppet sent by the Eilanhill Empire was sent to the white-haired old man's tent.
The puppet found a place to sit down, took out a tablet computer from the leather bag he was carrying, then connected to the Internet and the video software.
Chris saw the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Sword Sect for the first time, and the white-haired old man also saw Chris, the emperor of the Holy Sword Empire, for the first time.
"Introduce yourself... I am the emperor of the Elanthir Empire, Elanthir Chris." Chris sat in the small screen with a vague smile on his face.
"I am the sixth-level lecturer at the Ninth Peak of the Third Academy of the Tianjian Shenzong...Zhang Jia!" The white-haired old man spoke reluctantly and also introduced himself.
The reason why he spoke was because he saw for the first time a real "person" in this paradise.
Before, they were weapons without spiritual energy fluctuations and some puppets, so he was very interested in Chris. He wanted to know how many rulers like Chris there were in the world.
Judging from previous battle feedback, the civilians in this world are actually mortals with little fighting power at all. But those weird puppets are very powerful. Obviously, the people who create and control these puppets are not mortals.
Frankly speaking, the white-haired old man Zhang Jia's conclusion is correct. The god puppet itself is a magician's technology and cannot be used by mortals.
"So..." Chris didn't expect that the powerful sword cultivation civilization in front of him would be so large. What he didn't expect was that the old man in front of him had a very low position and had no ability to influence the decisions of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect.
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So he hesitated a little, and after hesitation, he still said: "In that case, I would like to know if you can represent the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect and cooperate with the Ailan Hill Empire?"
"That's natural. As long as you are willing to surrender to the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect and give everything you have, the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect can give you a chance to live." The white-haired old man named Zhang Jia said with his chin raised.
Chris was stunned. He obviously did not expect that the other party would give such... such "favorable" conditions! In his opinion, if the other party only showed such a small amount of strength, it would be difficult for him to surrender to the Eilanhill Empire.
It's a matter of course.
"I think you've made something wrong." Chris smiled and said to the old man on the screen: "If your so-called Heavenly Sword Divine Sect is willing to surrender, the Airanhill Empire can consider stopping its attacks on you, and
We will only hold your commander responsible for ordering the massacre of civilians..."
"What?" The white-haired old man obviously didn't expect that the other party would be so arrogant. He stretched out his finger, pointed at Chris on the screen, and said: "If you don't respect the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect, no one can save you! Wait until I take care of you.
The day the soldiers trample your world, it will be the time to take your dog’s head!”
"Pfft..." Andrea, the Elf Grand Duke who had just arrived on Hope 2 and was sitting not far from Chris drinking tea, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of water.
She really wanted to see what it was about the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect that gave them such courage to ask for the... dog head of His Majesty the Emperor of the Airanhill Empire...
Chris touched his head. He was sure that no one in this world had dared to call his head a "dog head" for many, many years.
Think of Bellevue, think of the places that have been turned into ruins and debris, and the gravel has been burned into glass... Chris laughed, laughed very happily on the other side of the video.
It's like a child finally gets the toy he's been waiting for; it's like a man finally gets the game he likes.
