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"This revenge must be avenged!" Almost at the same time, Adair clenched his fist and smashed it on a table that seemed to be of very high quality.

His anger came from the Dragon Emperor in front of him. In the previous battle with the three elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Dragon Emperor finally took a sword and was injured and bled. This made many dragon masters very angry.

When the Dragon Emperor came out, he only said that he wanted to exercise, to find an opponent who could fight... No one thought that he was originally here to play, but he was injured in the end.

"Send an army!" Another dragon master, the original dragon general Brook, said coldly, expressing his opinion.

In fact, the Dragon Emperor's injury was not as serious as it seemed, and these dragon warriors were just looking for an excuse to show off their muscles again.

No way, who made Longxing basically a huge zoo now, the masters of the dragon clan basically became acrobatic troupes in cages, and they could only perform predation for the audience every day.

They have been bored for too long, and this time they found a chance to fight again, so they naturally don't want to let it go.

These giant dragons have no idea of ​​improving their status in the Ellandhill Empire. They simply want to exercise, want to find a decent opponent, and vent their boring emotions of singing and dancing for three years.

The general of the dragon clan, Kagalke, also suggested to Chris: "There are so many masters of the dragon clan, and our population has also increased to a certain extent in the past three years... It is not difficult to gather thousands of troops."

"As long as your majesty gives an order, the elite of the dragon clan can go to the battlefield and crush your enemies into pieces!" After he finished speaking, he waited quietly for Chris' answer.

Chris had a faint smile on his face, and he also understood that the Dragon Clan was bored to retire on Dragon Star, and it must feel very bad.

But understanding is understanding. As the emperor of the empire, he has too many things to consider. At the very least, this interstellar empire needs balance, balance in all aspects.

"General Kagalk! I know that dragons are good at fighting..." Chris smiled and said to the generals of dragons: "However, there are too many people who want to use blood to prove their loyalty."

As he spoke, he stretched out two fingers: "The Empire's Guild of Holy Magicians and the Demon Race have all asked me to fight, and they are all willing to quell this war for the Empire."

The Holy Mage Guild is a magician group composed of human magicians and a small number of magicians of other races within the Alan Hill Empire. They represent the interests of magicians in the Alan Hill Empire.

This guild was led by Chris, and its appearance replaced the privately established alliance of a large number of magicians in the Alan Hill Empire.

The guild put the interests of magicians on the bright side, and also re-drafted many laws and systems in the magician world, standardized the code of conduct for magicians, and at the same time enabled the magician group to better serve the empire.

The requirements for joining the guild are very high. In addition to the identity of a magician, an investigation and assessment of the identity of being loyal to the emperor is also required.

Those who can enter this guild and represent the magician group of the empire are all top magicians who are loyal to the emperor and patriotic.

"Let's not talk about the Magician's Guild. They have been looking for opportunities to prove themselves since the assassination a few years ago." Speaking of these two groups that actively challenged the battle, Chris looked relieved: "And the Demon Race They are even more active, they need to improve their position in the empire, they want to kill another 10 million people, crush the Heavenly Sword Sect, so as to obtain my forgiveness and relieve them of their slave status."

Of course, what Chris hasn't said yet is that the Imperial Army is also seeking to expand the scale of the war so that more people can have the opportunity to participate in the war.

Even the space fleet is eager to try, ready to test whether the magic laser cannon equipped on the new cruiser has the ability to destroy the planet.

As long as Chris gives an order, the space fleet of the Alan Hill Empire can even directly turn Planet Hope 2 into a dead planet with no grass...

Of course, Chris would not do such a stupid thing. Destroying a planet is destroying the country for the current Alan Hill Empire—especially the best livable planet.

This is as stupid as the Americans themselves dropped a nuclear bomb on New York, and then gleefully celebrated the power of their weapons...

"Okay! It seems that it's not our turn to sell miserably." The Dragon Emperor smiled embarrassedly. In fact, he was not seriously injured. He just came to pretend to give his subordinates a chance to fight.

But now it seems that such an opportunity to play is too precious, so precious that it may not be the turn of the Dragon Clan.

"Actually, we are still investigating the sincerity of the cooperation of the Nine Nether Sect. If everything they say is true, then we can attack other planets occupied by the Heavenly Sword Sect later." Chris said to the Dragon Emperor.

"At that time, I may allocate a planet to the Dragon Clan to exercise... But, let me state in advance that I want a population." Chris decided to comfort the Dragon King's injured heart.

He is no longer the Dragon Emperor, the former His Majesty the Dragon Emperor, now he is just a dragon prince. It would be too miserable if he couldn't even participate in the battle.

"Yes!" Albert didn't even think about it, so he agreed directly: "It's a word, this language is really beautiful, and four words can express a lot of meaning."

As a dragon, he also learned the so-called divine language. Now, almost everyone in the Ireland Hill Empire is using this new common language.

As for those who still speak the original lingua franca, and those who speak other languages...they are all heresies, and they will all be isolated and finally held accountable by the city hall.

"Then, what if the Jiuyou Sect didn't tell the truth and has been deceiving us all the time..." Albert, who was no longer selling miserably, sat up straight, staring at Chris with the three dragon generals.

Seeing the expectant eyes of the other party, Chris laughed loudly: "Don't worry, if they deceive us, then we need to fight another war. This is a good thing, isn't it?"

"Of course!" Albert also laughed, and he also found that if the other party gave the Alan Hill Empire a chance to go to war, that would really be something to be thankful for.

For a group of super militant guys, for the Alan Hill Empire, which has been relying on wars to rise and grow in wars... nothing is more exciting than a war.