One Hundred and Ninety-Seven Anxiety

On a plain, a three-eyed hare seemed to be frightened and ran away quickly. It ran forward desperately, as fast as lightning.

Then, on the other side of the anti-slope, a sharp spear showed its tip, the icy iron tip shimmering in the sun with a palpitating light.

With the appearance of this spear, a row of spears on both sides appeared at the same time, and they were arranged in a straight line similar to a pervert, swaying neatly from side to side.

Soon, a row of soldiers showed their faces, and each face was a mask with a strange magic circle outlined, looking extremely weird.

Then, their bodies emerged from the other side of the anti-slope, dressed in neat armor with beautiful engraved magic runes.

It's just that the exposed bodies of these soldiers are all wood engraved with magic runes. These soldiers move as neatly as robots. Only when they cross any ravines or obstacles, they change their movements slightly.

Behind the phalanx of these neatly advancing puppet soldiers is a huge flag fluttering in the wind. This flag is basically white, with a huge eye simplified into a symbol in the middle.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!" With the neat steps of these puppets, the sound of the armor hitting them is almost the same. These puppets were no match for the neat marches of the Alan Hill Grenadiers.

Behind this huge puppet phalanx is another huge puppet phalanx. Countless puppet soldiers are marching neatly in these puppet phalanxes, and they can't see the edge at a glance.

Without the sound of war drums and horns connected, the neat pace of these troops seems to be natural, and there is no need for any sound to accompany them. Perhaps the only thing that can accompany them is their uniform footsteps.

Crossing the small highland where these puppets are located, on the other side of the slope, more puppet soldiers are continuously advancing. Among the countless soldiers, a war machine with a huge magic circle engraved on it was carried by the soldiers and moved forward slowly.

In the back place, the puppet troops wearing magic robes also stepped forward in a uniform manner. Such a regular marching picture is enough to cure any obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.

However, for the same reason, such a terrifying picture is enough to make any hypertensive fear person completely collapse.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that only the marching puppet army is left. There is no end to these troops, and a steady stream of them has been opened from the territory of the puppet empire, filling the entire valley.

"The army of the puppet empire,

Why is it here with us? "A terrified civilian, staring at the overwhelming army in the distance, murmured subconsciously.

"That's a good question." A man wearing a magic robe with a mask on his face suddenly appeared behind him, and put a hand on the shoulder of this civilian: "We... are here to start a war. of!"

"What? You didn't fight the demons, but instead invaded our Eternal Empire?" The civilian looked incredulous, and subconsciously wanted to break free from the opponent's restraint.

Too bad he failed. As a magic circle on the opponent gradually rose, the civilians of this eternal empire were cut off by a wind blade.

His body was about to struggle, but his head had already fallen. Blood splattered on the senior puppet magician of this puppet empire, and was quickly covered up in the black magic robe.

"Because... we are really saving the world..." The senior puppet magician of the puppet empire retracted his arm with the inscription and whispered in his strange voice.

Behind him, on the vast plain, countless phalanxes of puppet soldiers were marching forward one by one, as if a neat field was covered by black wheat fields.

What is even more terrifying is that if there is an Alan Hill soldier standing here, he will clearly identify it, and these puppets are advancing beside the Alan Hill weapons that he has long been accustomed to.

Strange vehicles carved with strange magic circles are accompanying the puppets, and these cars look very simple one after another. However, on top of these vehicles, there is a 75mm caliber cannon of Ireland Hill!

Such six-wheeled "gun carts" are also densely packed, and in terms of number they are not even inferior to the armored units of Alan Hill. There are almost hundreds of these artillery vehicles that appear in front of them.

And if you distinguish carefully, some of the puppet phalanxes walking behind the pikemen phalanx, the puppet soldiers wearing armor, are actually shouldering Mauser 98K rifles. These rifles have bright bayonets inserted into them. If you don't distinguish them carefully, you will think they are also holding spears!

Such soldiers are also unable to see the end at a glance, and they are marching in the same orderly steps. No one speaks, and the quietness is creepy.

...

In Bellevue, the magical capital of the Holy Demon Empire, inside the huge tower of magic to the sky, the Archon is closing his eyes and resting, feeling the strong magical atmosphere around him.

Suddenly, his room was shrouded in black, and a man in a black robe gently pushed open the window on his balcony and walked towards him quietly.

The Grand Archon opened his eyes and looked at the man in black with a hint of vigilance in his eyes: "How many times have I said that, don't appear in my room like this! Although there is cooperation between us, I hate this feeling. ."

"I'm just here to inform you that the plan has already started! Mr. Consul!" The man in black laughed and said teasingly.

"After this great battle of magic revival, will those damn demons really fulfill their oath?" The Archon glanced at the other party and said, "You know, the price we paid for preparing this plan is also Terrible!"

"Of course! The eye of magic never lies, doesn't it? You also know what kind of disaster the world will face if we continue to fight against the source of magic! Believing in the source of magic is our only hope!" The man in black said word by word emphasized.

The Archon nodded. In fact, he also knew that after seeing that terrible future, he had no other choice.

If the end of the world does come, there should be no other choice than to believe in the promise of the source of magic to this world.

"If you can really persuade the puppet empire to act, I'll send troops to cooperate with you!"

"In fact... Your Excellency the Grand Consul... the puppet empire has already moved." The shadow wandered in the air triumphantly, showing off in a very arrogant voice: "Soon, you will hear that magic is coming. the sound of!"

"Okay! I understand! Now that the covenant has come into effect, I will naturally fulfill my promise." The Archon nodded as if he had made up his mind.

"I knew it, I knew it, you're a smart person." The man in black walked back to the window, bowed slightly, and exited the room.

"Someone!" The Grand Consul immediately shouted when he saw that the window had been closed from the outside.

The door of his room was pushed open, and two guards in armor walked in with the long swords at their waists, and stood at the door waiting for the order of the Archon.

"Get the army ready! Whether the Holy Demon Empire can become an empire under the Eye of Magic is up to us!"

"Send my order! Let the Dragon Knights dispatch! Completely destroy that darn Elan Hill Railway!" The Grand Consul ordered: "It's time for revenge! Victory belongs to the Holy Demon Empire!"

"Long live the Holy Demon Empire!" The two guards bowed their heads in response, then turned around, followed behind the Archon, and walked out of the room.

At the same time, in the distant land of Alan Hill, in the city of Serris, in the bedroom of Chris' castle, the greatest emperor the mortal ever had, woke up from his sleep with a sweaty face on his face.

In the dimly lit room, his nervous gasps sounded a bit scary to his own ears.

"What the hell is going on? What makes me so uneasy?" Putting on a coat, Chris sat on the edge of the bed and lit the lamp on the bedside table. He saw the lightning outside the window and heard the pouring rain, and he was in a very uneasy state.

Since he came into this world, he has not been in such a state of unease tonight. Even at that time, when the weak Alan Hill faced the threat of the entire magical world, he had never been so nervous.

But now, he felt that he was instinctively afraid of something, or that something had been tormenting his nerves recently.

"The puppet empire...why haven't you participated in the war? Are you also fighting the devil's attack alone? Or are you brewing some damn conspiracy?" Chris tapped his fingers on the edge of the bed, which was his long-standing habit.

"If you don't come to help, you should jump out and make trouble... Otherwise, I'll really win this war against the devil... When it comes time to decide the winner, whether it's me or Greken , but it's all to settle this matter." He muttered words in his mouth, trying to straighten out his own thoughts.

It seemed that he saw the lights in his room come on, and there was a knock on the door. Chris put away his thoughts and said, "Come in! I'm fine!"

The secretary, the guards, and the attendant with boiling water walked in together. Chris took the water glass in the other's hand, took a sip of warm water, put the glass back on the tray, and lay back on his bed.