Two F-15 fighter jets outside the window were guarding the far end of this royal passenger plane, with slender and sharp aim-120 air-to-air missiles hung under the wings.
The golden eagle emblem sparkled in the sun. Chris leaned on his seat and slowly closed his eyes.
Luther waved his hand gently, and the two deputy ministers immediately withdrew. Luther took the blanket from the flight attendant behind him and gently covered Chris.
"Luther, do you think I'm cold-blooded?" Chris asked Luther who covered him with a blanket without opening his eyes.
Although Chris was determined to take bloody revenge on the demons from another world, he still had not made up his mind in his heart.
This is why, from just now until now, he has been tapping his handrail with his fingers.
Luther leaned slightly and replied naturally: "No, your kindness has spread all over the world... It is precisely because of your infinite love for your subjects that you have buried such a strong hatred in your heart."
"Actually, I'm not as good as you said, Luther." Chris still didn't open his eyes: "I let the soldiers go to the front line to fight, and I have to give them an explanation. They didn't go to the devil world for themselves.
, they do it for the justice in their hearts.”
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"Okay, now everyone has seen the order from the High Command of the Expeditionary Force." Burlison stood in front of his platoon leaders with a solemn expression and said, "Did you see the names signing the order?
"
"Yes, sir! This is an order from His Majesty the Emperor!" A platoon took a deep breath and said, "Since it is an order from His Majesty the Emperor, then we don't have any mental burden."
"Let the soldiers prepare for action." Burlison waved to all the officers in front of him, indicating that they could go back to their own units: "Give me 10 minutes."
He didn't let anyone follow him, but walked back to the intersection in front of the town step by step.
The demon officer was still standing there, waiting for his end. Burrison walked over step by step, and the iron boots on the thick powered exoskeleton stepped on the soft dirt road, making a muffled sound.
Holding the weapon, his hands even trembled slightly. When he stood in front of the demon officer who looked young but was not necessarily younger than him, he felt that his vocal cords were already dry.
Made a sound.
However, he still opened his mouth, and through the microphone beside his mouth, he said what he wanted to say in as calm a voice as possible.
This voice was not very pleasant to the ears of the demon opposite: "I'm sorry, I just received an order. Our army is about to attack this town. You have ten minutes to take people out of here. You
You can retreat to the east, and my people will not pursue you for the next day. If you insist on staying here, then I will be ordered to open fire on you and all the demons behind you."
"What do you mean by this? You just told me..." The demon's face turned pale for some unknown reason. He pointed at the Eiland Hill heavy armored grenadier behind Burlison, his face twisted.
It's full of bitterness.
In the past, his ancestors were the victors. They could wreak havoc on the magic continent and were about to defeat the poor natives who had made no progress for thousands of years.
But now, they have become a party destroyed by the war. The enemies who had tried their best to stop their progress actually stood at their doorstep, asking them to get out of their home where they had lived for thousands of years.
No matter from which angle you look at it, this is a kind of irony, a kind of black humor that makes people feel ridiculous.
So he wanted to emphasize his position again: "I am standing here under the order of His Majesty the Demon King..."
"I'm sorry, sir! If you insist on wasting time here... then it's best to find a weapon now! When I come back, you can use it to express your dissatisfaction to me." Burrison said coldly.
Interrupted the other person's words.
Then he took two steps back, and as if he remembered something, he added: "And...what is the order of His Majesty the Demon King, that is your business! I only know that next, I will execute His Majesty the Emperor's order.
Order!"
"Take your people and get out of here! Don't look back!" The demon officer saw Burlison retreating step by step back to his starting position, and with a stern face he ordered the succubus who returned to him: "You can go as far as you want.
Go as far as you can.”
"How far can we old, weak, sick and disabled people go?" The succubus snorted miserably, with unwillingness written all over her overly charming face: "Why are these bastards so rampant? The origin of magic is the only truth in this world...
…”
"You'd better leave quickly! I'm afraid we don't have much time left." The demon officer didn't even look at the succubus beside him: "They said 10 minutes. I don't know how long these 10 minutes are, but
It won’t take long to think about it.”
He had already seen that the human weapons and equipment in the distance had begun to activate. Just from the sound of the engines of those equipment, he could tell that the other party was obviously serious.
So the demon turned around and squeezed into the crowd. Finally, carrying a wooden stick, he walked back to the intersection of the town.
This was the best weapon he could find. At this time, he missed the sword that he had given to others.
As the only warrior here, he just stood there, his armor shining brightly. He was holding the wooden stick, behind him were countless demon civilians, and in front of him were human grenadiers who were preparing to attack.
.
He didn't know how his ancestors enslaved those who failed in the magic continent. He only knew that at this moment, his heart was full of grief and anger. He had never thought that he would surrender to the enemy, let alone
, the enemy will refuse his surrender...
"Long live the source of magic." He muttered silently in his heart, and then a crazy smile appeared on his face.
"Let the artillery fire... They don't seem to be planning to retreat." Burlison used all his strength to give the order to attack.
The next second, cannonballs filled with hatred fell in the devil's town. Burlison's eyes were covered by an explosion, and it seemed that everything was no longer real.
Along with the violent explosions, a figure carrying a wooden stick rushed toward them. Burrison felt a little more relaxed, picked up his weapon, and faced the lonely figure.
Behind a figure is full of flames; behind a person is full of steel.