"Ah!" Finally, a female magician screamed in horror, because she saw the emperor of the Eilanhill Empire being swallowed up by the explosion, and she also saw the magician standing next to her, singing a more powerful song.
magic.
"Damn, there's an assassination!" The first people in the New Puppet Empire to react were the senior magicians sitting in the first row of the auditorium.
Grand Archon Alderac suddenly stood up from his position. He turned around in surprise and saw a figure not far behind him, still raising his arm.
"Why..." He asked subconsciously, but his questioning voice had long been drowned in the screams of other magicians.
"The tyrant is dead!" A magician formed a defensive magic barrier in front of him, and excitedly shouted a slogan that he had wanted to shout for a long time, but had never dared to shout.
At this moment, he felt that he had accomplished the greatest thing in the world. He had successfully assassinated the emperor of the most powerful empire in the history of the Magic Continent!
"Go to hell!" He shouted loudly, as if he was crazy. Among countless magicians, his expression was even distorted due to excessive excitement, as if he was a demon.
The magicians sitting next to him subconsciously jumped up from their positions and grabbed the assassin's magic robe. One of them yelled with a trembling voice: "Stop! What have you done!"
"The tyrant is dead!" The magician was still shouting hysterically before he was pushed down, as if he was venting the anger in his heart: "I am the hero of this world! I did what you want to do.
Things you dare not do! You dare not kill me! You dare not kill me! Hahaha!"
"Thud, tut, tug!" Not far away, a loaded agent of the Airan Hill Guards picked up the weapon in his hand and fired bullets at a magician who was about to release attack magic.
The magician fell down in response, and countless blood flowers bloomed from his body. The magician didn't even have time to shout, before he hit the magician who was running around with his head in his arms.
"Protect Your Majesty!" An Airan Hill officer in charge of commanding the scene had collapsed. He waved his arms and kept shouting loudly, but his voice was not very noticeable in the already chaotic scene.
"I succeeded! We succeeded!" A magician was inexplicably surprised in the crowd. He pushed aside the chaotic crowd and stared at the dusty podium: "The tyrant is dead! The world is free!"
"You don't have to be afraid anymore! He's dead! He can no longer threaten the world! Hahahaha!" He pushed away a magician who had come back to his senses and was about to pounce on him, venting his arrogance loudly
of joy.
At this time, Odelek finally regained his sense. He suddenly turned his head and looked at his old friend who had stood up beside him. His wrinkled face turned red with excitement: "It's you! Why?
You want to do this?"
He has realized that it is not an easy task to mix in so many unknown magicians and give them the opportunity to launch an attack.
If there was no one to coordinate or even provide cover for these assassins, they would never have had such a good opportunity! And there were only a few people in the new puppet empire who could provide cover for so many assassins at the same time.
Since it is not Aldlake himself, the person who is most suspicious is the Archon responsible for the safety inspection of this speech!
The magician in charge of the security inspection of the new puppet empire looked at Aldlake with a smile on his face, and spread his arms: "I'm sorry, old friend, I betrayed your trust... You just need to kill me now.
, I can give everyone an explanation!”
"Explain? Don't you understand yet? We will all be buried with you for your madness! Ailanthir will kill us all!" Alderac pointed at the other party with a trembling finger and shouted loudly: "
You will make the whole world die with your madness!"
"Hahahaha! You are wrong! Alderac, no one will be buried with this matter! Except me!" The old magician cried with joy: "Those short-sighted mortals who are fighting for power and profit will only fight for the birth of Elanthir.
Power! The entire empire will soon be divided up! Maybe, now, Elanthir... no longer exists!"
"You can even hear the sound of the collapse of the empire established by the dead tyrant! Come on! Kill me, and the new puppet empire will live forever in the destruction of the Elanthir Empire!" He signaled Alderac to kill him.
, not even meaning to resist.
"Madman! You madman!" Alderac gritted his teeth, wishing to eat this old friend alive.
"Someone has to do such crazy things! My old friend!" The magician laughed loudly: "Fortunately, I succeeded! We no longer have to kowtow in front of a mortal! This
This is the way this world is!"
"From now on, all magic empires are free! Our future is in our own hands!" He spread his hands and turned around little by little, as if enjoying the chaos of the scene.
"The tyrant is dead!" Another magician shouted a slogan before being beaten into pieces by bullets. He fell in a pool of blood and knocked over a bunch of chairs. The magicians who were sitting next to him had already given way.
A long distance away.
The TV broadcast was still continuing, and the shrill battle alarm was already echoing in the barracks of the Southwest Army.
"His Majesty the Emperor has been assassinated!" After the TV signal was cut off, an officer who came to his senses suddenly jumped up from his position.
"Damn it!" After hearing the battle alarm for emergency gathering, many people grabbed the uniforms on the hangers and rushed to the door of their offices.
Countless soldiers rushed out of their barracks, pairs of leather boots trampling the ground, making a dull sound.
Neat queues formed one after another silently, and faint sounds of crying could be heard.
The officer whose face was full of tears stood in front of the sobbing queue, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Stand at attention! Everyone... avenge His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Revenge!" Countless voices echoed in the school grounds, and the air was filled with despairing sorrow.
"If His Majesty the Emperor really... everyone will be buried with him!" He muttered and grabbed the phone. Finding that the phone was always busy, the commander of the barracks roughly slammed the phone receiver back onto the phone.
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Then, wanting to contact the headquarters, he grabbed the phone again. He was waiting, waiting for an order, an order to completely destroy an empire——
There will be another update later, you can wait and it will be delivered after 0 o'clock.
