Chapter 575 Kneel Down!

It was getting dark, and the many powerful people gathered together in Blackwater City were all feeling uneasy.

Usually at this time, the army attacking the insect nest would either be defeated or defeated, but a result would always come back.

But it's already so late today, why is there no news at all from the front line?

Did he win or lose?

Not to mention the formal invitation initiated by the elven prophet...

"The prophet said he wants to meet our General Bai E now...what does that mean?"

"Didn't General Bai E lead his army to attack the insect nest? Didn't anyone inform her?"

While he was doubting, the technician from the Information Department received the contact information from the front line, and the next moment he announced loudly with a face full of joy, "Great victory! Great victory! Great victory from the front line!"

"This is a real-time video of the military department cleaning up the insect nest pollution! General Bai E's formation has killed the Overlord, and all the insect swarms in the Black Rock Insect Nest have been killed! Now General Bai'e drives the mecha and rushes back alone. Please be sure to be ready to welcome him in the city. Prepare!"

The moment after the deathly silence, all the powerful people in the city who were waiting anxiously in the conference hall burst into loud cheers, and the cheers almost resounded throughout the entire Blackwater City.

"we won!"

"We finally won!"

"Those damn bugs are finally dead!"

"The world belongs to us humans!"

At this moment, no matter what kind of calculations the politicians have against their compatriots, they are also feeling sincere and genuine excitement for this moment of capturing the insect nest.

All struggles within human beings are at least based on the premise that everyone is human.

No matter who wins or loses, at least the winner will continue to move forward in the name of humanity.

But bugs... they are completely pure aliens! enemy!

Being able to see bugs being eradicated in their own generation makes even the most senior politician shed a tear for this moment.

"Quick, quick, quick! Get ready for the ceremony!"

The subordinates who were ordered had some questions, "What scale should be used?"

"The highest scale!" The silver-haired old man waved his hand energetically and said: "Make it public to the public! The whole city celebrates! At this moment, no matter the upper, middle or lower districts, regardless of status, everyone can come and hack. Shuidao admires the majesty of the God of War! It’s time for everyone in the city to see our official strength!”

"The invitation from the Elf prophet..."

"Let her wait! This is an indispensable moment for us in Blackwater City!"

Thoughtful people like Caesar were sitting in the corner of the venue, their eyes twinkling slightly after hearing the news.

News just came back from the front line, informing them that General Bai E was rushing back.

The prophet of the elves had already sent out the invitation in advance. This...

Is it possible that the prophets of the elves really have the ability to live up to their reputation as prophets?

if it is like this……

The elders of the Senate who were also aware of this could not help suppressing their joy and asked, "Did the prophet of the elves say what they wanted to do with our General Bai E?"

"I heard that I want to give him two paintings..."

"painting?"

I heard that the elves always like to use some works of art to carry truly meaningful things. Perhaps this kind of "painting" is also a manifestation of the prophetic ability?

The old man was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand cautiously, "Please wait a moment, General Bai E needs to show his face in front of the whole city first."

"Yes! Sir!"

"Report! The City Lord has arrived! The City Lord has arrived!" At this extremely unified and chaotic moment, a rich voice suddenly sounded from outside the door of the venue.

For a moment, everyone in the venue looked at the open door of the venue...

The city lord who had been rarely seen appeared in front of everyone at this time today?

Yes! If you don't show up at this moment, when will you show up?

…

Under the full operation of official power, the entire Blackwater City became restless almost instantly.

The insect nest in the Black Rock District was destroyed!

There will no longer be such a deadly threat outside Blackwater City!

People who have been hiding in the city for hundreds of years...maybe have a chance to go to the wilderness and smell the wind of freedom!

And all of these feats were accomplished under the leadership of the wise and wise...Military Region Marshal--Lord Weslin!

Marshal Weslin is the only and true savior of this city!

Every resident of the middle and lower city who comes to the sun to breathe fresh and free air should remember this name forever!

"Weslin! Weslin!"

"The marshal is invincible! The marshal is invincible!"

Both sides of the Blackwater Avenue, which is the widest in the city, were filled with black heads. The thundering roar could reach Bai E's ears even if it penetrated the eight-element alloy breastplate.

Weslin, who had just recovered, was sitting on the mecha's shoulder with a pale face, watching the tiny figures at his feet cheering enthusiastically for him, and a strange blush appeared on his sickly pale face.

"Well done! Well done!" Weslin vigorously patted the shoulder armor of the mecha sitting under his butt, and the words transformed by his voice passed through the channel that could directly communicate with Bai E in the cockpit. Telegraph signal, "It's true that I supported and cultivated you in the past. You did a great job this time! When I become the city lord in the future, you will be the only important minister under me!"

"It's all well taught by adults." Bai E replied calmly, his eyes indifferently scanning the crowd, among which there were many familiar figures.

At this moment, they all looked up in their direction, looking resentful.

"Who is that Weislin? He just woke up and came to pick such a big peach?!" Aiglaiya narrowed his eyes, and his blue-purple hair full of spiritual charm reflected a bright luster under the city's daylight.

"Who made him have a father who is the city lord?" Caesar leaned against the wall dejectedly, and seemed to be indifferent to everything happening in front of him.

"The city lord has gone too far this time!" The chief judge of the arbitration office, Nolenitz, sighed softly, and was sincerely dissatisfied with the decision of the city lord this time.

"In order to let his son take the throne, the city lord is completely unscrupulous!" The old man of the Senate flickered his eyes and swept his eyes to the end of the avenue in front of him.

The temporary king's sedan chair was extremely elegant and luxurious, and the emperor was waiting there for his most loyal subordinates to come to see him.

This is the attitude towards the God of War of Blackwater City who has just made an unparalleled contribution...

No matter how long the road of Blackwater Avenue is, it will eventually end.

No matter how slow the mecha is, it will always stop at the end.

The old man with a stout figure, deep eyebrows and gray stubble on his chin stood up from the gorgeous throne behind him, stretched out a palm towards the mecha that was slowly approaching, and then clasped three fingers.

"Kneel down!"

He said.

The voice was like a materialized sound wave that was transmitted to the front under the effect of psychic energy.

The residents who were slightly closer to the two sides of the avenue could not help but tremble under this impact, and their wills also subconsciously wanted to bend their knees in the supreme majesty.

The position of the city lord has never been hereditary.

How could an ordinary person who fought his way out of the position step by step be a position.

The players in the crowd looked excitedly in the direction of the old man, and Xu Ruoguang's eyes were full of fanaticism, "Is that the master of the master? Is he the emperor?! Is he the emperor?!"

After the initial confusion after entering the game, this task at the beginning of the game has never disappeared.

He became more and more certain that there must be a human emperor waiting for him to kill!

Seeing the guy so arrogant and bastard, if he is not the human emperor, who is the human emperor?

"He is a der!" Kuang Xin pouted, his face full of disdain, "He still wants our adults to kneel down to him? Who does he think he is?"

"That's right! Our little Kuang will go and chop him up tonight." Gong Yan laughed and joined in.

So Kuang Xin shrank his neck instantly, "Then let's wait for the adults to do it. This BYD city lord is obviously an enemy of our class. We must kill him later!"

However, no matter what, all eyes are still fixed on the blue and white mecha, looking forward to how he will react.

In silence, Weislin smiled and patted the big iron shell under his butt, "Put me down, I have to salute the city father."

"Squeak~" The sound of the mecha running was extremely harsh in the silent long street. Seeing that the blue and white mecha bent down, some people silently turned their eyes away.

Jirolan, who was standing near the station, had a stern look in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the sturdy figure standing alone on the high platform.

Regardless of whether this so-called city lord met for the first time, his actions today alone were enough to sentence him to death!

"Squeak~"

The mecha leaned over and put down the Veslin in his palm, then turned around... and strode away.

The whole long street was quiet.

Murphy, who was beside Jirolan, gritted his teeth and was a little angry, "You are not willing to kneel for a moment of victory! How can an adult act so recklessly!"

"If you are willing to kneel, you are not an adult." Jirolan looked at the back of the figure who left alone, and waved gently to the cheerful crowd.

In the blink of an eye, at her signal, the scene was jubilant again.

"Marshal is invincible! Invincible Marshal!"

"Veslin! Veslin!"

"oooooooooh!"

The city lord's face was livid, and he looked at the giant back who turned and walked in another direction, his pupils full of displeasure.

How long has it been?

In this city, no one has ever dared to go against his will.

There was a dangerous light flashing in his cold pupils.

As if feeling some kind of chill, Weislin knelt on the ground with a plop, "Father, General Bai'er was born as a man-made man, and his mind has never been clear. He doesn't understand these rules. Give me some time, I will teach him."

"..." The city lord retracted his gaze and looked at his son who was kneeling in front of him.

After a moment, he smiled, and his voice spread again under the spread of spiritual energy, "This time you can lead the army to destroy the insect nest, which can be regarded as removing a major threat in the wild for my Blackwater City! From this moment on, our Blackwater City will once again focus on the outside of the city, which is the fertile land we are going to open up! I declare that from today on, every Blackwater City resident who opens up outside the city will receive a development fund issued by the city! May the light of Blackwater benefit all directions!"

"Benefit all directions!"

"Benefit all directions!"

...

Listening to the noise of the crowd coming from outside the window, the elf prophet Feng Ling sitting in the diplomatic camp smiled at the human male in front of him.

"General Bai'e, I originally thought this was a ceremony held for you."

So much so that the Blackwater City officials who received him all excitedly said that he was the absolute protagonist of this ceremony and indispensable.

Bai'e smiled indifferently, "I don't like this kind of occasion anyway."

Then he looked at the other party and asked with a puzzled look, "Yueying said you wanted to see me, is there something?"

Feng Ling smiled mysteriously, and took out a canvas and a paintbrush from somewhere.

"I need a protagonist in my painting, I wonder if you are willing?"

Bai'e was slightly stunned, not knowing what the deep meaning of this elf prophet was.

After all, no matter when, the title of "prophet" is always mysterious.

Even after he and Yueying had an in-depth exchange, Yueying could not learn more about the detailed meaning of the actions of this elf prophet.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that this prophet has no intention of harming himself, "You are free to do whatever you want. How do you need me to cooperate?"

"Hmm..." Feng Ling's eyes were attached with a faint aura, looking at Bai'e's figure but seemed to have no focus, more like looking through a void shadow into the distant future.

"The first painting... you don't need to do anything, just look back."

"Look back?"

Bai'e repeated, and then did it, "Like this?"

"Yes, that's it." Feng Ling's voice was a little happy, "Don't move, it will be done soon!"

"Shashashasha~"

The sound of the brush rubbing against the paper was particularly clear in the quiet room. Bai'e maintained a movement and inadvertently relaxed in this quiet sound.

And gradually relaxed.

In a daze, a distorted and dim picture seemed to appear in front of him.

Dozens of light balls of different colors drew blurred arcs in the empty and dim space and went away... away...

He subconsciously reached out to grab it, but found it was in vain.

"Okay!" Feng Ling's happy voice sounded, pulling Bai'e out of that dazed state.

The tall female elf twisted the drawing paper and handed it to Bai'e, "This is for you, but you have to leave one for me."

Bai'e glanced at the drawing paper that Feng Ling stuffed into his hand, and saw that on the drawing paper were dozens of lights that went away in the dim space.

It was exactly the same as the scene he had just seen in a dream!

Bai'e had no idea about the methods of the elf prophet.

So he asked curiously with the drawing paper in his hand, "What is this painting? A meteor?"

"Shh~ Don't ask." Feng Ling raised her index finger in front of her lips playfully, and her white and tender finger pointed to the void beside her, "Someone will hear it."

"..." Bai'e nodded and followed her instructions obediently, "What about the next one?"