One Thousand Three Hundred and Twelve Absurd Peace Talks

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"Do you think you can escape?" A white-clothed swordsman looked at the women blocked in the alley with a smirk on his face, and sneered.

Beside him, another white-clothed swordsman looked at the civilians of the Raging Flame Empire with great interest, and his eyes were full of disdain for lower creatures.

Indeed, he did not regard these people in front of him as human beings at all. In his eyes, mortals who cannot cultivate are no different from ants.

Who cares about the life and death of ants when walking? These people in front of them are nothing but useless trash with no talent.

"Hahaha! Kill it!" On the other side of the alley, the swordsman blocking these women lightly waved his hand, and pierced the chests of several women with a flying sword.

A woman holding a child screamed, and when she looked down 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 help the child cover the blood hole with her hands. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, blood still gushed out from the body of the child who had stopped crying.

She died, and her child died too. The moment she fell down, the woman's eyes were full of hatred. She cursed all the gods in this world, and cursed these people in white clothes to die a bad life.

It is a pity that no matter whether or how these white-clothed swordsmen will die in the future, she will not be able to see them.

The blood stained the swaddling clothes and the tattered clothes of these women. No swordsman in white would be interested in these women, because they cared more about power and blood than anyone else.

In the eyes of these white-clothed swordsmen, mortals with no cultivation base and no power are not worthy of their evil thoughts. What they want is a decent couple of dual monks, rather than wasting precious essence on these mortals who are no different from monkeys woman.

"Excuse me... can you take me to meet your leader?" Just as the swordsmen in white killed the last woman from the Flame Empire, behind them, a hoarse and unreal voice sounded like this stand up.

Several white-clothed swordsmen turned their heads and looked in the direction of the voice. They had killed too much before, so they were a little paralyzed and didn't notice when such a guy came behind them.

This is a puppet, an ordinary puppet. Some things have been modified on its body, 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 Alan Hill Empire, I hope to have a talk with your leader..."

"What should I do?" A white-clothed swordsman made a defensive posture, pointed his sharp flying sword at a puppet not far away, and asked in a low voice.

"It seems that the other party can't afford to spend too much, and wants to surrender to us." Another white-clothed swordsman said proudly.

What he said made the leading swordsman in white feel a little proud. He took back his flying sword and said, "Arrange two people and take it to see the master! It seems that we will soon become the leader of this world. master."

Soon, such a negotiating puppet sent by the Alan Hill 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 purse it was carrying, and then connected to the network and video software.

Chris saw the white-haired old man of Heavenly Sword Sect for the first time, and the white-haired old man also saw Chris, His Majesty the Emperor of the Holy Sword Empire, for the first time.

"Let me introduce myself... I am the emperor of the Alan Hill Empire, Alan Hill Chris." Chris was sitting in the small screen with a faint smile on his face.

"This old man is the sixth-level lecturer of the ninth peak of the third courtyard of the Heavenly Sword Sect... Zhang Jia!" the white-haired old man said 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, there were some weapons without aura fluctuations, and some puppets, so he was very interested in Chris, and he wanted to know how many rulers like Chris there were in this world.

According to the feedback from previous battles, the civilians in this world are actually mortals with little combat power at all. But those weird puppets are very powerful. Obviously, the people who made and manipulated these puppets should not be mortals.

Frankly speaking, the deduction of the white-haired old man Zhang Jia is correct, the god puppet itself is a magician's technology, and ordinary people cannot use it.

"So..." Chris didn't expect that the powerful sword repair civilization in front of him would be so large in scale. What he didn't expect was that the old man in front of him had a very low position and didn't have the ability to influence the decision-making of Tianjian Shenzong.

So he hesitated a little, and after hesitating, he still said: "In this case, I really want to know, can you represent the Heavenly Sword Sect and cooperate with me, the Alan Hill Empire?"

"That's natural. As long as you are willing to surrender to the Heavenly Sword Sect and give everything you have, the Heavenly Sword Sect can give you a chance to survive." The white-haired old man named Zhang Jia said with his chin raised.

Chris was taken aback for a moment, he obviously didn't expect that the other party would give such... such "favorable" conditions! In his opinion, if the opponent only has such a little strength displayed, it is a matter of course to submit to the Alan Hill Empire.

"I think you made a mistake." Chris smiled, and said to the old man on the screen: "If your so-called Heavenly Sword Sect is willing to surrender, the Alan Hill Empire can consider stopping its attacks on you, and Only hold your commanders accountable for ordering the massacre of civilians..."

"What?" The white-haired old man obviously didn't expect the other party to be so arrogant. He stretched out his finger, pointed at Chris on the screen, and said, "No one can save you if you don't respect the Heavenly Sword Sect! The day when the soldiers level your world is the day when your dog's head will be taken!"

"Pfft..." Andrea, the Elf Grand Priest who had just arrived at Hope 2 and was drinking tea not far from Chris, spit out a sip of water.

She really wants to see, what is this from the Heavenly Sword Sect, and what makes them have the courage to ask His Majesty the Emperor of the Alan Hill Empire... the dog head...

Chris touched his head. He was sure that no one in this world would dare to call his head "dog head" for many, many years.

Thinking of Bellevue, thinking of places that have been turned into ruins and the gravel has been baked into glass... Chris laughs, laughs on the other side of the video, laughs very happily.

It's as if a child finally got the toy he was looking forward to; it's like a man finally got his favorite game.