Eight Hundred and One Live

"I said... are you a little too happy?" The elf queen Andrea, who was sitting on the other side of the rostrum, stood up and stared at the excited assassin not far behind her with contemptuous eyes. .

The moment the assassin saw the Elf Queen, it was as if he had been cast by freezing magic, and even his breathing became cautious.

A magician may look down on a mortal in his bones, even if this mortal is the emperor of a huge empire, even if this mortal is an emperor who has defeated countless magic empires!

But a magician, no matter what, cannot underestimate another magician who is stronger than himself. It's a pity that regardless of age or magical attainments, Andrea standing here is a mountain that these puppet empire magicians cannot surpass.

"Tutu chug!" The gunshots in the hall were still echoing, and another assassin who tried to resist was hit by countless bullets from all directions, and fell down on his seat with a scream.

"Protect Your Majesty!" Karl threw off his cloak, jumped onto the podium, and stood right in front of the gunpowder.

Jumping onto the podium with him was Grand Duke Su Molai of Ironforge. This dwarf wears heavy armor wherever he goes, and today is no exception.

The gunpowder smoke on the stage gradually dissipated. At this time, everyone could see clearly that there was a huge and thick magic circle floating in front of Chris's podium.

The flickering light of this magic circle is very soft, as if it is pregnant with a magical energy that can swallow any attack.

Chris stood intact behind the huge magic circle, looking at the chaotic crowd with a smile on his face.

Then, he tapped the microphone in front of him twice, and after finding that the microphone was still usable, he coughed twice, making the whole venue instantly quiet.

In fact, it was time to calm down. Most of the assassins had been beaten into sieves, and the few magicians who were held down had no chance to resist.

The old magician who was about to turn around and leave gracefully looked at Chris standing on the podium in surprise, trembling and not knowing what to say.

According to his plan, Chris should be dead at this time, he should be burned to death by the flames, and then his empire should also fall apart.

He was not the planner of this assassination, he just used his position to open the door for these assassins.

That's why he is so confident,

That's why he believes that everything he does is just and represents the demands of everyone in this world!

Because he knew that those who wanted to assassinate the emperor in front of him were not only the remnants of the puppet empire, but also the madman of Alan Hill! Not only followers of demons, but also assassins of other magic empires!

The whole world is waiting for this emperor to die! Once the emperor died, everyone would be busy fighting for their own interests—this was the foundation of the old magician's self-confidence. He believed that no one would trouble Chris after his death.

Even, he will become a hero in the hearts of these people with evil intentions! To be sung by others, the deeds will always be circulated among the bards!

And he didn't think about the consequences if the assassination failed this time, because in his opinion, there are so many forces trying to assassinate the emperor of an empire, and the chance of success is very high!

However, he never imagined that the assassination was unsuccessful this time, and now he had to face a result that he least wanted to face.

"Boom!" The heavy door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and Chris' super god puppet avatar broke in with a group of soldiers wearing powered exoskeletons.

They surrounded all the magicians in the hall, pointing their black guns at everyone unreasonably.

"Resume the live TV broadcast." After tapping the microphone twice, Chris ordered to the live cameraman on the other side of the podium who had forgotten to turn on the equipment again: "I don't want my subjects to worry too much."

His words flowed into the photographer's heart like a warm current in the cold winter. The lucky photographer quickly turned on the equipment and started a new round of broadcast.

"I hope the new puppet empire... and you, Mr. Odlec Grand Consul, can give me a reasonable explanation." The magic defense barrier in front of Chris gradually drifted away, but the words in his mouth made Odlek feel cold .

"You are a magician! You can do magic! You are a traitor among magicians! You don't deserve to enjoy the glory! Shameful bastard!" The old magician who was in charge of the security inspection of the venue broke away from several magicians who were trying to catch him , raised his head and shouted loudly to Chris.

In his eyes, since Chris is a magician, he shouldn't betray the entire group of magicians and become an emperor in a mortal empire.

"Look at what I found... a clown who is a stickler." Chris looked down at the old magician who kept abusing under the podium, with a faint smile still on his face.

As the victim of this assassination, he didn't mean to hate the assassins in front of him at all. Even, he was a little grateful to these poor people.

If it weren't for these naive idiots who picked such a powerful timing and came up with such a gorgeous assassination operation-Chris still didn't have a suitable reason to attack those magic empires that were about to move.

Well now, as long as he makes use of the issue and makes good use of this assassination, he can make those who refuse to obey orders put away those disgusting little moves.

"Tyrant..." An assassin magician who was being held down tried to break free while provoking loudly.

"Pfft..." A sharp long sword pierced the magician's chest. Karl drew out his sharp sword and walked up to the next mage-assassin who didn't shout anything.

"Forgive me!" The young magician wanted to beg for forgiveness, but the answer was still the magician's long sword. When the long sword pierced him, he let out a pig-killing scream, which echoed throughout the lecture hall, full of sarcasm.

"Shua..." Karl swung the sword when he pulled it out, and the bright red blood was thrown on the ground, so red that people couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"Execute the assassin in front of the global live broadcast?" A magician stared blankly at what was happening in front of him, and the question in his mind seemed to be out of touch with reality: "Could it be, wouldn't they interrogate these people and investigate the situation behind the scenes?" Is it the black hand?"

"Now, it's time for us to talk about... the future of the puppet empire!" Chris looked away from the fallen magic assassins one after another, and looked at the new puppet empire magicians huddled in the center of the hall: "From now on...the new puppet empire...will be merged into Alan Hill...who agrees? who opposes?"

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