One Hundred and Sixty-Six Last Hope

Inside the bright and spacious new building, a staff member is holding a special cup of "Iran Hill Bitter Tea", blowing the white bubbles on it.

This drink was developed by a beverage company. It smells quite mellow, but the taste is not very tasty, with a hint of aroma in the bitterness.

Although most people still like sweet drinks, there are still a few people who are the first to use this bitter Alan Hill tea. Drinking is not allowed during working hours. They rely on this bitter taste to refresh their minds and feel very fashionable.

"Nora...Is there anything abnormal about the instrument recently?" He walked lazily to his work station wearing slippers, put down the bitter tea and asked his colleagues.

The colleague named Nora stretched and yawned and replied boringly: "There is nothing unusual, everything is the same as yesterday. My daughter turned over and cried at night, which is bigger than the magic fluctuation energy in this place."

Their instrument is an instrument that monitors magical fluctuations and can also monitor natural phenomena such as earthquakes. It is set up here to collect some meteorological data about magical areas for the overall reference of the atmospheric weather conditions in the world.

There are countless subjects like this in Ellen Hill, and everyone has a basic understanding, that is, the more you understand the world, the better you can understand the laws of how the world works.

"Your daughter is a great magician! Hahahaha." Hearing Nora's words, the colleague who put down the bitter tea laughed. He pulled out his chair and sat in front of the testing instrument, turning on another backup machine.

Then he took out a notebook in front of him, and took a pen and wrote very beautiful words on it: "May 2nd, Observation Station No. 4, at 8:00 in the morning, the state of the instrument is normal, and the spare machine is used to replace it. Work……"

This was his day job, and it seemed simple enough. However, you must know that he has to measure the wind direction, send visual weather conditions to the radio station, and check the hygrometer. The work is also very fulfilling.

"Okay, it's over to you, I'll go home now." Nosa yawned again, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said wearily.

He's been on duty here all night, staring at these boring instruments and recording all the results is not an exciting task, so he's been tortured all night here.

"Go back, I know you can't hold it anymore." The colleague who came to change the shift was writing his work records, and said to Nosa without looking up.

Nosa wanted to stand up, but found that his feet seemed to be on the sponge. He was stunned for a moment, and then his whole person immediately became energetic: "Earthquake! Damn, there is an earthquake here!"

You must know that the place where they are located is the eastern province of the original Holy Demon Empire, most of which are plain areas, and there is no earthquake record at all.

What's even more frightening is that the colleague who was recording the work report raised his head in surprise, looked at the magic recorder in front of him, and said in shock: "The magic aura is in disorder! Look at this pointer, it fluctuates too much."

"What happened?" Noosa held onto his chair and asked with wide eyes, "It's definitely not an ordinary earthquake, hurry up! Contact the nearby No. 3 monitoring station and ask them what's going on there! "

"Isn't the Magic Empire going to war with us?" The replacement man, who could still feel the vibration under his feet, looked at the Ailan Hill bitter tea placed on his arm in shock, seeing that the water inside was trembling,

Asked nervously.

"What nonsense? We are near the border, can we still be so quiet here after the war?" Nosa also scolded in a panic.

He staggered toward the door amid the tremor, and halfway through, the machine that recorded the tremor had been damaged due to overloading.

"Damn it! Damn it!" He grabbed the phone beside him and shouted loudly, "Is there anyone? I want Monitoring Station No. 3! No. 3! Yes! No. 3!"

As soon as the phone got through, he asked nervously, "There is a disturbance in the magical aura, and the vibration is very strong..."

The voice on the other side of the phone also seemed to be flustered, and he opened his mouth to report: "Yes! We also detected it! The vibration is far away from us, but the vibration is very strong!"

"I don't know what happened! But I think something big must have happened! I've been at the monitoring station for over a year, I've worked at Higgs, I've worked at Veronsa. But I've never seen Such a situation!" Noosa said, grabbing the microphone.

"Yes! I haven't seen it either! Earthquakes are earthquakes. We have experienced many earthquakes, but we have never seen such a strong earthquake..." The other party is also an old monitor, and he has never seen such a thing before. occur.

"Report to Seris immediately... We need to find out what happened." Nosa hung up the phone, grabbed it again, and said to the other side: "This is the monitoring station of Veronsa No. 4! I Talk to Seris directly!"

"Yes, the tremor on our side is very strong... Since you only felt a slight tremor on your side, you can simply infer that the tremor came from the west." After the phone was connected, Nosa opened his mouth to report. Said: "I guess it's not magic. If it's magic, it's really terrible."

On the other side of the call, the duty director of the Serris Observation Center hung up the phone, grabbed a blue phone in front of him, and said, "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm the Observation Center... Yes, the vibration is From the west, it has something to do with magic."

A few minutes later, the door of Chris's room was knocked open, and several old men in magic robes and several officers from the military entered his office together.

"Your Majesty! According to the monitoring results just sent, there was a strong vibration in the west of Veronsa, and it was accompanied by magical fluctuations..." An officer opened a serious report and reported: "We suspect that someone in the Eternal Empire or the Greken area has used magic. Forbidden spell."

"Since ancient times, there have been many records about the forbidden magic spell, but even the magician of Greiken cannot escape after using the forbidden spell. The price is often painful, so the forbidden spell is only a last resort... ..." an old magician in charge of magic research said.

"The most recent proven use of the forbidden magic spell was the last attack against the demon by Grecken 300 years ago. At that time, Grecken paid the price of the fall of 10 of the strongest magicians and closed the eyes of magic." Will A heavy tome was placed on Chris' desk, and another magician pointed to the record on it and said.

Chris looked at the above content and introduced in detail how several magicians sacrificed their lives, summoned super magic, attacked the demon inside the Eye of Magic, and finally settled the Eye of Magic for 300 years .

"That is to say, the magic forbidden spell is released against the eye of magic..." Chris tapped the desk in front of him, and then said slowly.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and looked at the nervous ministers around him: "Then the matter is simple, if I guessed correctly, the eye of magic opened again, just now."

It is impossible for Greken to release the forbidden magic spell for no reason. It is an attack method that is even more terrifying than the atomic bomb. Even Greken, a magician who can participate in this level of attack, is pitiful.

In other words, Greken's Forbidden Spell is a more powerful attack than a hydrogen bomb, but both the range and the number of attacks are rubbish. Chris's nuclear weapons have greater advantages in terms of range and number of attacks.

If you count the more powerful nuclear weapons that Chris later developed, the Forbidden Magic Spell has no advantage as a weapon. It is even said that the weapon of destruction of the Magic Empire at the national level is not as good as Alan Hill's.

"We can just wait now. If their forbidden spell solves the eye of magic like the last time, then we can rest assured to develop for another 300 years." Chris's fingers are still tapping on the edge of the table: "If they fail, then we'll go to the Magic Eye and join the fight."

He looked at Des and the others who were coming, and his tone was very heavy: "Gentlemen, maybe, we will choose the army to go to Grecon in a few minutes."

Des and several ministers who came over were stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was a problem with the Eye of Magic.

For Des, this may be a war that will not pay off: after all, fighting demons will not have territory or resources that can be fed back to the country.

But he also knew that this was a war that had to be fought, whether it was for the world or for mortals themselves.

"If a war breaks out, I will immediately order the cancellation of the workers' statutory holidays, and all the production capacity related to the war will be in place as soon as possible... The mobilization will only take 30 hours at most..." Des glanced at Gullo, looking at After the other party's nod, he opened his mouth to report.

Chris nodded. He knew that his country was a more powerful state machine than other countries. In front of this huge machine, the power of any link was pitiful.

About a few hours later, after sending three inquiring telegrams, Grecken finally responded.

The telegram was sent directly to Chris, and the content on it made Chris's expression dignified.

He put down the telegram, raised his head to look at the ministers standing in front of him, and said, "Gentlemen, Grecon's Forbidden Magic has failed, and the Eye of Magic did not sleep like last time... Now, according to Plan your actions, we may be the world's last hope!"