"Ahh Finally, a sorceress screamed in terror as she saw the Emperor of the Orchid Hill Empire engulfed in the explosion, and she saw the mage standing beside her, chanting more powerful magic.

"Damn, someone stabbed it!" The first to react to the new puppet empire were the high-level magicians sitting in the first row of the auditorium.

Archon Audlek stood abruptly from his position, and he looked back in astonishment to see a figure not far behind him still holding his arm.

"Why ......" he subconsciously asked, but the voice of his questioning had long been drowned out by the screams of other magicians.

"The tyrant is dead!" A magician condensed in front of him to form a defensive magic barrier, excitedly shouting a slogan that he had wanted to shout for a long time, but had never dared to shout.

At this moment, he felt that he had done the greatest thing in the world, he had successfully assassinated the emperor of the strongest empire in the history of the Magic Continent!

"Die!" He cried out loudly, like madness. Among countless magicians, his expression was even distorted by too much excitement, as if he were a demon.

The magicians sitting beside him subconsciously jumped up from their positions and grabbed the assassin's magic robes. 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 knocked down, as if venting the anger that was pressing down in his heart: "I am the hero of this world!" I did what you wanted to do but didn't dare to do! Don't you dare kill me! Don't you dare kill me! Hahaha! ”

"Tubu!" Not far away, a heavily armed Irlanhill Praetorian Guard agent picked up his weapon and fired the bullet at a magician who was about to unleash his attack magic.

The magician collapsed, and countless flowers of blood bloomed on his body. The magician didn't even have time to shout a word, and slammed it down on the magician who was scurrying around him.

"Protect Your Majesty!" One of the officers in charge of the scene, Iran Hill, had collapsed, waving his arms and shouting loudly, but his voice was not very noticeable in the already chaotic scene.

"I made it! We did it! A magician surprised the crowd as he pushed through the chaos and stared at the dusty podium: "The tyrant is dead!" The world is free! ”

"Don't be afraid! He's dead! He can't threaten the world anymore! Aha! He pushed away a magician who had come back to his senses and was ready to pounce on him, shouting haughtily and loudly with his joy.

Odlek finally came back to his senses at this time, he suddenly turned his head and looked at his old friend who had stood up beside him, his wrinkled face turned red with excitement: "It's you!" Why would you do this? ”

He had realized that it was not an easy task to infiltrate so many unidentified magicians and give them a chance to attack.

If it weren't for someone in the middle and even covering for these assassins, they wouldn't have been able to get such a good opportunity! And there are only a few people who can cover for so many assassins at the same time in the new puppet empire.

Since it is not Odlek himself, the person who is most suspicious is the Archon in charge of the security inspection of this speech!

The magician in charge of the security check of the mages of the new puppet empire looked at Odlek with a smile on his face and spread his arms: "I'm sorry old friend, I betrayed your trust...... All you have to do now is kill me, and you can give everyone an account! ”

"Confess? Don't you understand? We're all going to bury you for your madness! Iran Hill will kill us all! Odlek pointed at the other party with a trembling finger and shouted, "You will let the whole world be buried for your madness!" ”

"Hahahaha! You're wrong! Odlek, no one will be buried for this thing! Except for me! The old magician cried out with joy, "Those short-sighted mortals who fight for power will only fight for the power born of Iran Hill!" The entire empire will soon be carved up! Perhaps, now, Iran Hill...... It doesn't exist anymore! ”

"You can even hear 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 Iran Hill Empire! He motioned for Audlek to kill him, not even resisting.

"Crazy! You lunatic! Odlek gritted his teeth, eager to eat the old friend alive.

"Someone has to do this crazy thing! My old friend! The magician burst out laughing: "Luckily, I succeeded!" We don't have to grovel to a mortal anymore! This is the way the world is! ”

"From now on, all the Magic Empires are free! Our future is in our own hands! He spread his hands and turned around a little, as if enjoying the chaos of the scene.

"The tyrant is dead!" Another magician, shouting a slogan before being smashed into a sieve by a bullet, collapsed in a pool of blood and knocked over a chair. The magicians who had been sitting beside him had already given up a long distance.

The television broadcast continued, and the barracks of the Southwest Army were already echoing with a terrible battle alarm.

"His Majesty the Emperor has been assassinated!" After the television signal was cut off, an officer who had come to his senses suddenly jumped from his position.

"Damn it!" Hearing the battle alarm for an emergency gathering, many grabbed their uniforms from their hangers and rushed to the door of their offices.

Countless soldiers rushed out of their barracks, pairs of leather boots trampling the ground with a dull sound.

One neat queue after another was silently put together, and faintly the sound of crying had spread.

The officer, whose face was covered with tears, stood in front of the queue full of sobs, and shouted the whole team in a hoarse cry: "Stand up! All of them...... Avenge His Majesty the Emperor! ”

"Revenge!" Countless voices echoed across the school grounds, and the air was filled with desperate grief.

"If His Majesty the Emperor really ...... Everyone is going to give him a funeral! While muttering, he grabbed the phone, and found that the commander-in-chief of the barracks, who had been busy with the phone, rudely smashed the telephone receiver back to the telephone.

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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