One Hundred and Forty-Five Why Sent Her Here

"Just when we were about to destroy ourselves, the demonic invasion that had been going on for hundreds of years suddenly stopped. They no longer appeared around the Eye of Magic, and the important responsibility of the Kingdom of God to protect the world was forgotten. Everyone started Intrigue, the world becomes the tattered appearance it is now."

"In short, the kingdom of God's Domain has now fallen apart. Everyone is attacking each other and trying to dominate the Eye of Magic. Unfortunately, the puppet empire is about to succeed. They control about one-third of the Eye of Magic, so they can create More nasty puppets."

"The problem is, just when we forgot what the Eye of Magic looked like at the beginning and were about to fight each other to win the match, demons began to appear around the Eye of Magic. Now we are as weak as babies, but our opponents are strong. Like an orc..."

"So, after hearing what happened to Alan Hill, Grecon felt that this war that concerns the safety of the world should be joined by fresh blood. We plan to rebuild the kingdom of God's Domain, and plan to build a new world in the world of magic. Leave a place for Alan Hill near the eye."

"But before that, I have to make sure of one thing..." Vivian finally slowed down and asked solemnly, "Do you still have a way to improve the combat effectiveness of these weapons?"

"On the way I came here, I observed your weapons and equipment and combat effectiveness, whether those machines flying in the sky, or those machines that can walk without magic, they are all very interesting things..."

"They're too weak, so weak that I can easily deal with them with only a tenth of my strength... If I were near the Eye of Magic, I could even wipe out all your troops."

Chris seemed to break free from being surrounded by a thousand ducks, his ears suddenly quieted down, and suddenly there was a sense of discomfort. He stood there as if thinking, and seemed to enjoy the nostalgic silence.

Then, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and finally realized that the other party was waiting for his answer, and then he expressed his opinion for the second time: "Well, there is no need for Alan Hill to be involved in the mess of the Eye of Magic. go inside... so..."

"You don't even plan to be the emperor of the kingdom of God? Do you know what that means? You can be the most powerful monarch in the world..."

"Wait! Wait!" Chris reached out and interrupted the other party's intention to continue, and quickly interjected: "I understand why this world has a ladder-like distribution of magical aura, so I can wait, After the devil in your mouth kills you all, it will be too late for me to join the war."

"Those powerful demons can only survive around the Eye of Magic, like you powerful magicians! And we are mortals, and we can thrive in the forbidden realm.

"He looked at each other with a sense of accomplishment that interrupted the chatter.

He didn't know why the other party sent such a chatterboxer, but he still quickly found the feeling of being a monarch: "One day in the future, when I have accumulated a strong army, I can try to counterattack the areas controlled by demons, even Take back the eye of magic... but these have nothing to do with you."

Magic is the basis for maintaining magicians and demons. No matter how powerful the opponent is, mortals who have modern industrial civilization in the field of forbidden magic seem to have an advantage. Chris naturally has the patience to wait, anyway, his technology tree has only been used for a short period.

As long as he has enough time, he can come up with more powerful and advanced weapons, and he can use the atomic bomb to teach the demons a good lesson, so that they know what kind of attack is the real demon.

He can wield powerful germ weapons, and even attacks like viruses. He had never heard that demons had hygiene habits such as washing their hands or isolating them. Maybe an otherworldly version of H1N1 could make the mighty demon troops lie in the camp and wait for mortals to collect their bodies.

In ten or twenty years, Ireland Hill will have advanced jet fighters, main battle tanks, cannons that can pour thousands of bullets a minute, and satellite early warning systems that can overlook the earth...

Even, he can save some super weapons, directly attack the magic eye with intercontinental missiles, cut off the opponent's "portal", and close the door to beat the dog - anyway, there are too many methods he can try, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all. What a magical eye.

"You...you you you! How can you do this? You are not afraid that I will kill you? Destroy your Alan Hill?" Vivian didn't seem to expect Chris to choose this way, her tone was full of Panic, the speed of speech has become faster.

"If you don't kill me, the world still has the last hope. If you kill me, the world will only be left to the devil." Chris seemed indifferent: "I don't care, but do you have any? What about the guts?"

"Why, how can there be such a shameless guy as you? It's the first time I've been given such a sacred mission, and you actually rejected me... This, this, this, this is really annoying! Ah! Ah!" Head, Vivian seems to have a tendency to go crazy.

Then she bent down in pain, and began to feel uncomfortable: "This place is really uncomfortable, there is no magic at all, and the air is still full of burnt smell..."

After a few seconds, she struggled to stand up, looked at Chris and said, "I hope you can think about this world, after all, there are too many lives in this world, and they are inseparable from magic. …”

"But these beings didn't stand up when mortals were exploited and oppressed, right?" Chris stared at Vivian, put away his jokes, and asked, "What did we do wrong? Such an ordeal?"

Vivian fell silent for a rare moment, and seemed to be thinking. She looked at Chris, and finally answered with difficulty: "Too many people have forgotten their mission and only care about their interests. I know this world has There are many injustices, but I see them as fate that everyone has to go through."

"Then have you ever thought that maybe the invasion of demons is the fate that the magical world needs to experience?" Chris asked rhetorically.

"Thinking about it! If we can't escape, then we can only face it calmly. We are Greken, we have our pride, and we have our beliefs. It's like we won't kill you because of your rejection. The same, we will accept our ending." Vivian replied calmly.

"I think...that's why they sent you here." Chris laughed: "If it were another Grecken mage, I might have died when I rejected him. Bar."

"No, you don't know Greken, we won't kill innocent people indiscriminately." Vivian raised her head and said stubbornly to Chris: "We have never forgotten our responsibility, and this is the source of Greken's strength. !"

"Huh..." Chris let out a breath, nodded and agreed with the other party's statement: "You showed me the mind of the magical world, Miss Vivien... If there is time, I think I will do it at a critical moment. , consider entering the Eye of Magic."

As a human soul from the 21st century, Chris can abandon the magicians who have abandoned mortals, and can ignore the magicians who were once high above being killed by demons.

But he couldn't bear to watch the female magician in front of him die, because she still had the precious human character in her heart. Just listening to the voice Chris can confirm that the other party did not lie, and she will really face her ending calmly.

"I said, it's not enough for you to be willing, you need more powerful weapons! It's just that these are not enough!" Vivian started chattering again: "You know how much war is near the magic eye. Is it scary?"

"Maybe you think that these weapons of yours can already fight against the army of the Holy Demon Empire, but this only gives us hope. You must perform better! Be stronger!"

"We are running out of time, I can make the Holy Demon Empire no longer interfere with your development! I can even provide you with more support! But you better show me hope! Let me see more powerful weapons …”

"This is easy, as long as you give me time, I can show you the power of industry!" Chris nodded and interjected.

"Easy? This is probably the best news I've heard today. Well, I didn't hear anything useful today. But we can try, I can stay here for a few days, you can let I'll take a look at the stronger weapons you're talking about...but I'll be returning to Gricken in a few days...you don't know, the air is sweet there."

"Are you sure it's called Greken? Does it have another name called America? The Land of Fame, the Land of Lighthouses?" Chris felt that there were too many places to complain today.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Vivian coughed twice, and looked at Chris in incomprehension: "Do you know how sacred the name Grecon is among magicians? You Why do those strange names sound like a stench?"

In the distant Greken, in a room illuminated by magic crystals, an old magician with a long white beard sat quietly in his place, holding a magical book: "After Vivian left, , I feel that the whole country seems to be at peace."

On the other chair, an old man wearing a more gorgeous magic robe nodded with a smile, and said in agreement, "I hope... the monarch of Alan Hill... can bear her mouth..."