Chapter 295: A Pair of Fists Is Enough!

Seati said goodbye to her mother and hurried to the administrative hall of Ryan Port.

Entering the hall of the parliament, he raised his head slightly, his eyes looked at Savin, sitting fieryly.

"Leader, I'm back!"

"Say you your gain."

Savid was sitting in the main seat, putting down the dossier in his hand, and his scarlet eyes swept across the standing land.

Seati was not timid, and the pen stood straightly:

"The Vastia people are simply a plate of scattered sand. The group of people has unrealistic ideas, and does not match it to realize the determination to realize their ideals."

"So determination, do you have it?"

Savid looked at Siti at the moment slightly, such a courageous and ambitious man, reminding him of the former Delos.

There is no difference between the two of them, but one person loves his mother, and the other is to protect his brother.

"I."

Setttonda, patted a strong chest, grinned:

"I am ready every moment."

He did not hide his ambitions at all, staring at Savin above.

He once felt that even if the owner of the corner field was prestigious, he was out of place.

But when he saw Hualen's unwillingness, he gave the corner field to himself. He no longer felt that the Lord of the Corner Farm was prestigious, and even felt unwilling.

He wanted to be a person like Huallen, which was his idea of ​​talking to Hualen.

But at the corner fight that day, he changed his goal again. This is not to say that he is fickle, but that he has found a better goal again.

Cui Feli Vice President-Svein.

This is his new goal. Sooner or later, he will be like Savin, just because of the appearance, he can make the audience sensation.

Regarding Sude's performance, Savid did not mind half a point, but rose slightly at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were a little more praised:

"Good eyes, I hope you can keep it."

"Of course! I like the empire!"

Seatt's expression was excited, indeed, he liked the empire very much.

The empire can rely on strength, which is so wonderful.

"If you are the executive of the Empire's operation, how would you arrange the plan after?" Savid asked a bland.

Not long ago, the Vastatians of the Empire visited the Vastia tribe in the Aienia region. After the visit, the attitudes of those Vastayans were okay.

However, I encountered some accidents when I came back.

Seati and his team encountered a radical attack, and many Vastias were killed, and Setti suffered some injuries.

"No need."

Sey double fists, with confidence on his face:

"Ionia scattered sand, and I can penetrate their defense alone without the help of the Vastatians."

"Hualen, report the damage of the two sides."

Savid ignored the reason, but mentioned the ruling official of Ryan, who was sitting aside.

Hawlen almost didn't think much, and the answer came out with no expression: "15 people in the empire, 5 people survived. 76 people died in Aienia, and 2 people fled."

"Cut, do you still run 2?" Scho talked uncomfortably.

He hates that group of films, and he will secretly put cold arrows in the face of confrontation.

Savid swept over the wound of Schiti because of his indifferent eyes, and did not appreciate it because of his defeat of nearly 4 times the enemy. Instead, he was indifferent:

"78 people, minor injuries. 780 people, you will have no bones."

"Let them come!"

Sei touched his mouth hard, but his subconsciously clenched double punch, indicating that he was not so confident.

Power, he has it, but he can't use one enemy.

But he also knew that Swyin in front of him could really be one thousand.

Thinking about it, he felt no light on his face.

Savin's words were obvious. None of him's strength to penetrate the Aienia defense line.

"Did you say nothing else?"

Savid was sitting in the main seat, and his scarlet eyes were with the indifferent power.

Faced with the coercion that seemed to be from the demon, it stirred up the pride in Schiti's heart.

"I can do it, just rely on my punch."

"Can."

Savid spoke indifferently:

"Empire appreciates those who want to prove their strength, you want to prove, then come up with results."

"I will take a certificate!"

Seace is proud, standing straight, and the momentum on his body has reached a subversion.

What can be solved with double punch is not a matter in his eyes.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

His mother was still waiting for him to enjoy the rich and rich from his son.

How can he fall now!

With endless fighting spirit, Sezi stepped on his journey.

In the name of the Empire and the Vastayans, it belongs to its own name under this newborn soil.

"Datong led, Seti is still young, and it takes time to grow."

After Setti left, Hualen kneeled on the ground for the first time, apologizing for the rude behavior of Seti before.

Savid glanced at Homen:

"He is very good, the Empire will give him sufficient time and environmental growth. But now, the empire needs a war, a large -scale war."

Hearing this, Huallen trembled slightly.

He knew very well that the Empire was not optimistic. Originally, Sett was his choice, and his purpose of existence was to start a war.

As for what this war would bring to him, Vastaya or Sett, the Empire did not care.

Now Sett has shown his strength. Although he is immature, he is still a strong general.

In contrast, Vastaya pales in comparison and is far from the goal the Empire wants.

At this moment, Hollen knew in his heart that he must give the Empire a perfect answer for Vastaya:

"Your Excellency the Grand Commander, there is a deep gap between the Vastaya and the Ionians. When the blood of the two was sprinkled on the land of birth, it was the beginning of the war."

He didn't know why the Empire wanted this war, but this was the closest opportunity for the Vastaya to truly stand up. Even if it would bleed a lot, this opportunity should not be missed.

Horen's eyes flashed with determination: "I propose to launch a propaganda war, spread the news that the Shadow Stream attacked and killed the Vastaya people, intensify the conflict between the two sides, and send imperial envoys to visit several Vastaya tribes."

"You are willing to do that." Swain said lightly.

The meaning of Horen's words was very direct. The Shadow Stream was established by the Ionians who hated the Empire the most. Once it was discovered that those tribes had connections with the Empire, given the temperament of both sides, conflict was inevitable.

And facing the Shadow Stream, the largest imperial resistance force in Ionia, the ending of several small tribes was only one, and they were easily wiped out by the Shadow Stream.

Even if the Vastaya people were willing but not courageous, they would not kneel down to the Ionians because of unfounded suspicion, and the only way to end it was to fight to the death.

"For the Vastaya, we are ready." Horen's face was indifferent.

He had already chosen the tribe, the Vastaya tribe that had rejected or expelled Sett and his mother before.

"Do as you say, the Empire will give you 5 days." Swain said calmly.

"As you command!"

Horen bowed slightly, his eyes cold, and he slowly retreated and left the council hall.

After a long while, Swain frowned, raised his scarlet arm slightly, and drew a blood-red arc in the air.

Dots of red light flickered in the circle, slowly forming a rune pattern, and then the red light suddenly turned dark blue, blooming with dazzling brilliance.