Kleist wrapped his arms around Dorores' waist in an intimate gesture, leaning forward slightly, her chin resting on her shoulders, her dazzling red hair hanging down Kleist's cheeks on Doroles's shoulders, the soft hair rubbing against her delicate cheeks, giving her an indescribable itch that made her frown.

Kleist squinted as the neatly arranged soldiers in the audience split apart at lightning speed, suddenly forming a protective formation, and suddenly evolving into an offensive formation, and a sneer couldn't help but overflow from his thin lips.

Michael glanced sideways at Kleist, a playful smile on his lips.

"It's been so many years, these old guys still do this."

Kleist snorted, glanced at the hand on his shoulder, slowly brushed it away, and sneered: "The rotten ruling class, who still think that they can cover the sky with one hand, are stupid people who live in fantasy!" It should have been long overdue for them to understand that this was not a world they could rule. ”

Michael shrugged his shoulders, took out his gloves and casually wiped his hand that had just been brushed away by Kleist, and said with a smile: "The fireworks of victory are about to bloom, and I can't help but see what they look like when they change their faces." With that, he glanced at Commander Bazel, who was obviously absent-minded, raised his hand and touched his chin, revealing a bloody smile: "My friend, you really shouldn't have brought Dolores out on a special day like today, look, she has lost the soul of these old men." ”

Following Michael's gaze, Kleist saw Bazel's gaze sweeping over from time to time, evoked a sneer, and then lowered his head and kissed Dolores on the cheek, his playful tone mixed with a coldness that could not be concealed: "How can I not let my girl witness such a memorable day today!" I don't want to leave any regrets. Kleist smiled, raised his hand and took off the military hat on his head, playing with it in his hand.

At the same time, Michael also took off the military hat on his head and put it on his chest, slightly bowed his head, silver hair covered his right eye, and the next moment a huge explosion sounded in the center of the venue, and the flames were splashing everywhere, such a change was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, and the commanders on the viewing platform left their seats at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye at the same time as the explosion sounded.

Kleist sat on the viewing platform in a calm posture and watched the brilliant fireworks below, the bright red flesh and blood flying in the firelight, this was undoubtedly the most beautiful scenery in his eyes, and even made him smile for a short time.

Dolores was completely frightened, she couldn't believe what she saw, this was the beautiful fireworks in Kleist's mouth, she had every reason to believe that he had planned it, and even remembered the act of him and Michael taking off their hats just now, it was a complete tribute to this brutal massacre.

This fear was so deep in her bones that Dolores couldn't help but tolerate that she was hiding in Kleist's arms, even if it would be the safest place, but in her eyes, any place on the auditorium was more reassuring than Kleist's arms.

Weakly clutching her placket, Doloris bit her lower lip, trying to let the pain dispel the all-pervasive fear, and a voice in her heart repeatedly told her to flee, flee from this terrifying man.

"My girl, do you like this firework?" Kleist lowered his head and chuckled, his narrow golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly stood up with Dolores in his arms, and the corners of his mouth hooked a harsh arc: "I call it an ode to death." "The 'it' that Kleist was referring to was clearly referring to the mournful wail coming from below.

His deep voice was so sharp and piercing to Doloris' ears that it frightened her even more than the heart-rending howls below.

"Are you scared?" Kleist was momentarily surprised, and then remembered that his girl was a different kind of being, and that such a beautiful scene obviously could not please her, and he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, and Doloris's attempt to escape but was powerless to please him even more.

Michael glanced at Kleist, his gaze turned to his arms, his brow furrowed, and said, "I have to say, she really doesn't look like a glorious citizen of Aslan. ”

The corners of Kleist's red mouth lifted, and the petite body in his arms that he thought was stiff, but was actually soft and weak, hugged him tighter: "I have to regret to say that she is indeed a glorious Aslan, and she is the fiancée of the first heir to the empire." Kleist's tone was full of mockery.

Michael laughed and shrugged his shoulders: "You forgot to say that she is still from the Andrea family." With that, he leaned over, looked down at Dolores, and pursed the corners of his mouth, although he admitted that this was an elf who had been kissed by the creator god, and that men who saw her would be captivated by her beauty, but it was difficult for him to convince himself that there was such an alien as the Andrea family.

"Dear Dolores, are you sure it's General Andrea's own daughter? I've met your sister, oh, she's such a strong woman. Michael kept moving closer to Dolores, his lips almost touching her smooth forehead, and the scent that had made him confused and excited surrounded the tip of his nose, and he was almost overwhelmed with excitement.

Kleist glanced at Michael warringly, his fingers carelessly rubbing Dolores' trembling lips, and the delicate touch stimulated him a little in such a crazy scene.

Even if Kleist and Michael have consciously restrained their own spiritual power, and even Kleist blocked the spiritual power released by others for Dolores, but she still can't bear it, whether it is mentally or physically, Dolores has no mind to rub the fingers on her lips into her mouth, she only knows that she is about to be unable to breathe, and even the strength to breathe air is gradually disappearing, and the fear of death is sweeping in, she strives to open her eyes wide, looking at the blue sky, Perhaps this will be the last thing she will see.

Even though Kleist was calm and calm, his spirit was on high alert, which made him ignore the gradually faint breathing of the person in his arms, until the alarm sounded throughout the audience, a flying machine stayed in mid-air, and a middle-aged man in a black military uniform jumped down from mid-air, and the commander who was watching coldly on the scene stood back to his original and saluted the comer.

The person who came glanced at the audience, his eyes were filled with coldness, and he was not moved in the slightest by the hellish scene on the scene, but said in a cold voice: "The head of state is extremely unhappy about this incident, and the responsibility will be investigated to the end, no matter who is the person who controls this incident." As the words came out of his mouth word by word, his strong spiritual power oppressed the audience, causing many people's faces to change slightly.

Kleist smiled grimly, unleashing a spirit that was as cold as an unsheathed sword, and this spiritual power was clearly aimed at Admiral Ramirez Carlos, the captain of the Führer's bodyguard.

"Admiral Carlos is here in person, it seems that the Führer is really concerned about this matter!" Kleist snorted, his beautiful brow furrowed, his expression was slightly annoyed, and with the action of narrowing his narrow eyes, a solemn smile was evoked: "What happened in the military headquarters, did Admiral Carlos want to interfere?" There was an undisguised coercion in his long tone, so cold that people couldn't help but shiver, even if everyone present was a commander from the Twelfth Army Department, and his hands were stained with countless blood, but still no one wanted to provoke a crazy person like Kleist.

Admiral Carlos's face changed slightly, he squinted his eyes at Kleist, and said coldly: "This is the order of the Führer, is Commander Watson trying to resist the Führer's order?" ”

Michael grinned, played with the military hat with the tip of his right index finger, and let out a sneer: "We don't dare to bear this charge, but in what capacity is Admiral Carlos going to intervene in the affairs of the military department?" Is it the status of the general of the Second Military District, or the identity of the captain of the guard? ”

Admiral Carlos's face became hideous because of these words, and his hand unconsciously put on the long knife on his waist, and the killing intent was about to come out, as if he was about to draw the knife and slash at Michael in the next moment, and his action caused everyone present to change their faces, and the commanders of the third, seventh, eighth, and eleventh military regions, who were allies of the fourth military region, pressed their hands on their personal weapons at the same time, and the killing intent was revealed.

"What? You all want to disobey the Führer's orders? Carlos gave a rare smile, and even stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth.

Gilbert Klose, commander of the Eighth Military Region, raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled: "General Carlos, this crime is too big, and my 11th Military Region can't afford it." As he said this, his originally smiling eyes sank, and Commander Gilbert's fingers on the long whip on his waist froze, and the spiritual power in his body was completely suppressed by Admiral Carlos's spiritual power, and cold sweat even broke out on his forehead.

Admiral Carlos let out a contemptuous sneer, apparently not taking the breathless man in his eyes, his target was Kleist alone.

To everyone's surprise, Kleist actually restrained his terrifying spiritual power, casually buttoned the black military hat on his head, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he let out a small hum and laugh, the perverted laughter that belonged to Kleist brought a heavy sense of oppression as always, making people frown.

"Since it is the Führer's intention, then the Fourth Military Region will open the door to General Carlos, and I only hope that General Carlos will not return in vain." Kleist's low laughter was full of excitement, and the arrogance and arrogance in his eyes were undoubtedly not an indication of what the outcome would be after Admiral Carlos returned in vain, after all, no one in Kleist's eyes had reached the point where everyone knew about it, but no one thought that Admiral Carlos would be an exception.