Eight Hundred Assassinations
"Ah!" Finally, a female magician screamed in horror, because she saw the emperor of the Alan Hill Empire being swallowed up by the explosion, and she also saw the magician standing beside her, singing a more powerful magic.
"Damn it, someone is assassinating!" The first people in the new puppet empire to react were the senior magicians sitting in the first row of the auditorium.
Grand Consul Oderek suddenly stood up from his seat, he turned his head in astonishment, and saw a figure not far behind him, still holding his arm.
"Why..." He questioned subconsciously, but his questioning voice had long been drowned out by the screams of other magicians.
"The tyrant is dead!" A magician condensed into a defensive magic barrier in front of him, and excitedly shouted a slogan that he wanted to shout a long time ago, but never dared to shout.
At this moment, he felt that he had accomplished the greatest thing in the world. He successfully assassinated the emperor of the strongest empire in the history of the Magic Continent!
"Go to hell!" he yelled loudly, like crazy. Among countless magicians, his expression was even contorted due to his excitement, as if he were a demon.
The magicians sitting beside him subconsciously jumped up from their seats and grabbed the assassin's magic robe. One of them shouted in a trembling voice, "Stop! What have you done!"
"The tyrant is dead!" The magician was still shouting hysterically before being pushed down, as if venting the anger suppressed in his heart: "I am the hero of this world! I did what you want Things you dare not do! You dare not kill me! You dare not kill me! Hahaha!"
"Thuk Thu!" Not far away, an agent of the Alan Hill Imperial Guard with a loaded gun picked up the weapon in his hand, and shot the bullets at a magician who was about to release attack magic.
The magician fell down in response, with countless blood flowers blooming from his body. The magician didn't even have time to yell out a word, so he slammed heavily on the magician who was running around with his head in his arms.
"Protect Your Majesty!" An Alan Hill officer in charge of the on-site command had already collapsed. He waved his arms and kept shouting loudly, but his voice was not very noticeable in the already chaotic scene.
"I succeeded! We succeeded!" A magician was inexplicably surprised in the crowd. He pushed aside the chaotic crowd and stared at the dusty podium: "The tyrant is dead! The world is free!"
"You don't have to be afraid anymore! He's dead! He can no longer threaten the world! Ahahaha!" He pushed away a magician who had regained his senses and was about to pounce on him.
Arrogantly venting his joy loudly.
At this time, Odlek finally regained his sanity. He suddenly turned his head and looked at his old friend who had stood up beside him, his wrinkled face flushed with excitement: "It's you! Why? Are you going to do this?"
He has realized that it is not an easy task to mix in so many unidentified magicians and give them a chance to attack.
If no one was in the middle to support and even cover these assassins, it would be impossible for them to get such a good opportunity! And there are only a few people in the new puppet empire who can cover for so many assassins at the same time.
Since it wasn't Oderlake himself, the person who was most suspected was the consul who was in charge of the security inspection of this speech!
The magician who was in charge of the security inspection of the magicians of the new puppet empire looked at Oderek with a smile on his face, and spread his arms: "I'm sorry old friend, I failed your trust...you just have to kill me now , you can give everyone an explanation!"
"Confession? Don't you understand? We will all be buried with you for your madness! Alan Hill will kill all of us!" Odlek pointed at the other party tremblingly with his fingers, and shouted loudly: " You will have the whole world buried with your madness!"
"Hahahaha! You are wrong! Odlec, no one will be buried with this matter! Except me!" The old magician cried with joy: "Those mortals who fight for power and short-sightedness will only fight for the children born of Alan Hill. Power! The entire empire will soon be divided up! Perhaps, now, Alan Hill...doesn't exist anymore!"
"You can even hear the sound of the collapse of the empire built by the dead tyrant! Come on! Kill me, and the new puppet empire will live forever in the destruction of the Alan Hill Empire!" He signaled Odlec to kill him , didn't even mean to resist.
"Crazy! You crazy!" Oderek gritted his teeth, wishing he could swallow this old friend alive.
"Someone has to do such a crazy thing! My old friend!" The magician laughed loudly: "Fortunately, I succeeded! We no longer have to bow down to a mortal! That's what the world is like!"
"From now on, all magical empires are free! Our future is in our own hands!" He spread his hands and turned around little by little, as if enjoying the chaos of the scene.
"The tyrant is dead!" Another magician yelled out the slogan before being smashed into a sieve by bullets. He fell into a pool of blood and knocked down a chair. The magicians who were sitting next to him had already given up a long distance.
The TV broadcast was still going on. In the barracks of the Southwest Army, the stern battle siren was already echoing.
"His Majesty the Emperor was assassinated!" After the TV signal was cut off, an officer who came back to his senses suddenly jumped up from his position.
"Damn it!" Hearing the battle siren for urgent assembly, many people grabbed the uniforms on the hangers and rushed to the door of their offices.
Countless soldiers rushed out of their barracks, and pairs of leather boots trampled on the ground, making a dull sound.
One after another, neat queues were assembled silently, and the sound of crying had already spread.
The officer with tears all over his face stood in front of the sobbing queue, and shouted hoarsely to the whole team: "Stand at attention! All are here... to avenge His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Revenge!" Countless voices echoed on the school grounds, and the air was filled with despairing grief.
"If His Majesty the Emperor really...everyone will be buried with him!" While muttering, he grabbed the phone and found that the commander of the barracks, who had been busy all the time, violently smashed the receiver of the phone back onto the phone. .
Then, wanting to contact the headquarters, he grabbed the phone again. He was waiting, waiting for an order, an order to completely destroy an empire.
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