Seven Hundred and Seven Smoke of Revenge

Two F-15 fighter jets outside the window escorted the far end of the royal plane, with slender and sharp AIM-120 air-to-air missiles hanging under the wings.

The golden eagle emblem glistened in the sun, Chris leaned on his seat, and slowly closed his eyes.

Luther waved his hand lightly, and the two deputy ministers withdrew immediately. Luther took the blanket from the flight attendant behind him and gently covered Chris.

"Luther, do you think I'm cold-blooded?" Chris didn't open his eyes, and asked Luther who was covering him with a blanket.

Although Chris was determined to take bloody revenge on the demons in the other world, his heart still hadn't made up his mind.

That's why, from just now until now, he has been tapping his handrail with his fingers.

Luther bowed slightly, and replied very naturally: "No, your kindness is universal... It is because of your infinite love for your subjects that you have planted such a strong hatred in your heart."

"Actually, I'm not as good as you said, Luther." Chris still didn't open his eyes: "I let the soldiers go to the front to fight, and I have to give them an explanation. They didn't go to the devil world for themselves , they are for the justice in their hearts.”

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"Okay, now everyone has seen the order from the Supreme Command of the Expeditionary Force." Burison stood in front of his platoon leaders with a solemn expression, and said, "Did you see the name that signed the order? "

"Yes, sir! This is an order from His Majesty the Emperor!" A platoon leader heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Since it is an order from His Majesty the Emperor, then we don't have any mental burden."

"Let the soldiers get ready for action." Burrison waved to all the officers in front of him, signaling that they could go back to their own troops: "Give me 10 minutes."

He didn't let anyone follow him, but walked back to the intersection in front of the town step by step.

The demon officer was still standing there, waiting for his end. Burrison walked over step by step, and the iron boots on the heavy powered exoskeleton stepped on the soft dirt road, making muffled sounds. Update the fastest mobile terminal::

Holding the weapon, his hands even trembled slightly. When he stood in front of the demon officer who looked young, but not necessarily younger than him, he felt that his vocal cords were so dry that he couldn't even speak. There is a sound.

But,

He still opened his mouth, and through the microphone next to his mouth, he said what he wanted to say in as calm a voice as possible.

The voice was heard in the ear of the demon on the opposite side, and it didn't sound very pleasant: "I'm sorry, I just received an order. Our army is about to attack this town. You have ten minutes to take people out of here. You You can retreat to the east, my people will not pursue in the next day, if you insist on staying here, then I will be ordered to open fire on you and all the demons behind you."

"You, what do you mean? You said to me just now..." The demon's face turned pale for some reason, and he pointed at the Arranhill heavy armor grenadier behind Burrison, with a distorted face It was full of bitterness.

In the past, his ancestors were the victors. They could wreak havoc on the magic continent, and they were about to defeat those poor natives who had made no progress for thousands of years.

But now, they are the side destroyed by the war. Those enemies who have tried their best to stop their progress are standing at the door of their homes, asking them to get out of their homes where they have lived for thousands of years.

No matter from which point of view, this is a kind of irony, a kind of black humor that makes people feel ridiculous.

So he wanted to emphasize it once again, emphasizing his own position: "I am standing here under the order of His Majesty the Demon King..."

"I'm sorry, sir! If you insist on wasting time here... then it's best to find a weapon now! When I come back, you can use it to express your dissatisfaction to me." Burrison said coldly interrupted the other party's words.

Then he took two steps back, and seemed to remember something, and added: "Also... What is the order of His Majesty the Demon King, that is your business! I only know that next, I will carry out the order of His Majesty the Emperor. The command!"

"Take your people and get out of here! Don't look back!" The demon officer saw Burrison retreating step by step to his starting position, and commanded the female succubus who returned to him with a serious face: "How far you can go, you can go as far as you can." How far to go."

"How far can us old, weak, sick, and disabled go?" Succubus snorted miserably, with unwillingness written all over her overly seductive face: "What are these bastards so rampant? The origin of magic is the only truth in this world... ..."

"You'd better go quickly! I'm afraid we don't have much time left." The demon officer didn't even look at the succubus beside him: "They said 10 minutes, I don't know how long these 10 minutes are, but It’s impossible to think about it for too long.”

He has already seen that the human weapons and equipment in the distance have begun to activate. Just from the sound of the engines of those equipment, it can be heard that the other party is obviously serious.

So the demon also turned around, squeezed into the crowd, and finally walked back to the intersection of the town with a stick in his hand.

This was the best weapon he could find. At this time, he missed the saber that he gave to others very much.

As the only warrior here, he just stood there, the armor on his body shining brightly. He was leaning on the wooden stick, behind him were countless demon civilians, and in front of him were human grenadiers preparing to attack.

He didn't know how his ancestors enslaved those who failed in the magic continent. He only knew that at this moment his heart was full of grief and indignation. He had never thought that he would surrender to the enemy, let alone , the enemy will reject his surrender...

"Long live the origin of magic." He said silently in his heart, and then a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"Let the artillery fire... They don't seem to be planning to retreat." Burrison gave the order to attack with all his strength.

In the next second, the shells filled with hatred fell on the devil's town, and Burrison's eyes were covered by an explosion, as if everything had become unreal.

Accompanied by the violent explosions, a figure carrying a wooden stick rushed towards them. Burrison relaxed a little, picked up his weapon, and faced the lonely figure.

The back of a figure is full of flames; the back of a person is full of steel.