As a traditional magician, although it is impossible for Eamonn Wilambat to build a magic tower for himself in the barracks, he still thinks that living higher is in line with the personality of magicians. Therefore, the residence he chose was the highest floor of the officer's dormitory building, which was dozens of meters above the ground, otherwise he would not have been able to stand by the window and have a panoramic view of the entire campus.

Falling from this height, ordinary people will only make a "ah~~" sound and then directly spread into a big blood cake. But for a person like Aemon, it was like a bird that had escaped from its cage, and everything suddenly became clear.

He hovered in the air, gesticulating at the broken window. As he moved energetically, the air in the house seemed to freeze, and the entire space instantly became extremely turbid, as if he was suddenly in a haze. Immediately after, the air was so turbid that it almost condensed into a slurry and rubbed together, making a deafening explosion.

"Boom!" A huge explosion wiped out everything in that room in an instant. The boiling air formed a shock wave that continued to spread, even bringing entire floors into its destruction.

As a result, the top floor of the officer's dormitory building, these luxurious rooms specially prepared for the generals, were completely in ruins less than a month after the renovation was completed.

"The atmosphere bursts!" The Ninth Ring of Change's high-powered attack arcane. Theoretically, wherever there is air, there is room for the caster to operate, and as long as there is air, it can become a medium for casting spells.

"Do you think I'm going to run away?" He looked coldly at the scene of the explosion. The whole person was floating in the air, and the explosion of air puffed up his robes behind him, and the sky was awe-inspiring, as if a god would descend to earth.

The soldiers assembled on the ground school field naturally saw this scene. They looked at the entire building of the officers' quarters that had been blown off, and at the magicians standing in the sky, either in a panic or in a daze. For a while, the already lively school field became even more crowded.

Although the image of Aemon Wielambat's usually loyal old man is the character he performed, it is really quite deceptive. Everyone thought that he was an aristocratic old bureaucrat who lived a harmless life, a transitional product used to balance the various political factions after the departure of his overly dazzling and powerful predecessor. Most of the officers and soldiers of the legion really didn't take him too seriously, and even started calling him "Uncle Seaweed" behind their backs—a nickname that only Lu Xi had privately exchanged a few times didn't know how to spread out—but they ignored it, after all, this was the core member of the Violet family, the No. 1 Arcane family in the Federation. Now that he is the most important representative of the family in the army, how can he really be an incompetent person?

They really forgot that this kind and amiable uncle has been wearing four stars.

In fact, just by relying on his instantaneous "atmospheric explosion", it was already the means of the Great Magus. He may be a little short of stepping into the realm of legends, but he is probably only a kick in the door.

And in this world where the strong can fly away from the wind and rain, this may mean that Aemon Wielambart also has the strength to break the army alone.

So, at this moment, the ordinary soldiers who were born civilians seemed to recall once again the fear of being dominated by the casters.

If it weren't for the training of Lu Xi and his friends, plus the Fourth Legion with leveling, it would indeed be elite enough, I am afraid that at this time, it would have scattered like small animals that were shocked by natural enemies. Now, nearly 30,000 horses, although a little chaotic, are still staying in their respective assembly positions, which is already a sign of high discipline.

However, they were indeed a little at a loss for a while. Just thinking that they are excellent soldiers with extremely high discipline, not mercenaries and warlords who are keen to go alone and make big news, when they can't get orders from their superiors, their reactions will be a little rigid for a while.

"Gather all of you and go back to your respective barracks!" Aemon, standing tall in the air, said loudly. His voice passed through the amplification magic, and instantly spread throughout the audience.

The soldiers were even more agitated, and a few of them had a slight change, but they were honest again under the orders of the junior officers. And most people, although they are a little confused and suspicious, do nothing.

This kind of thing is not a matter of deeds, and the officers and men of the Fourth Army have already shown their attitude with their actions.

…… If that person were that, maybe a single sentence would have killed the vast majority of people here, right? His Excellency the Commander once again determined the level of his prestige in the army, and he became more and more congested. Although he already had psychological expectations, this situation is a great shame for every soldier, right?

But so what? If you don't want to obey, you will have to die!"

"You have betrayed this great kingdom, and you have betrayed this good will of mine. Now, I will punish you for the crime of disobedience with federal military law! "Eamon Wilambat was high above, overlooking the tens of thousands of troops below, and the voice that was added by amplification magic seemed low and awe-inspiring, a little more ethereal, but also a little more solemn, like a divine decree from the sky.

At this moment, Aemon Wielambat, who has never been much famous, even if he plays the role of a good old man's assistant to a strong brother within the family, is in the highest moment of his life.

It was true that the Fourth Legion had only been rebuilt for a little over a year, but the former commander, who could not even mention his name, did not know what unscientific and even less magical magic he had cast, and he had turned this group of bankrupt citizens, landless peasants, and co-opted bandits into a world-famous and powerful army, and a strong army that worshiped and worshipped them almost with full loyalty. After the departure of the predecessor, the Gate Valve Faction did have the calculation of infiltrating and even mastering this legion. In addition to making Aemon the commander in order, the very "high" positions of chief of staff, chief battle mage, and chief prophet have also been replaced by noble mages of the gate valve.

However, the key posts that really have direct contact with the non-commissioned officers at the grassroots level, such as the flag officer, the warden chief, the chief centurion, the military judge, the logistics officer, and so on, are still the people of the predecessors, and they are serious and have a warlord style that cannot be pricked by a needle and cannot be splashed with water.

If it was on weekdays, the gate valve faction would probably pinch its nose and count it like this. Anyway, there are many regular legions in the Federation that are also in this way, and the family is like sharing a cake, and you and I have turned those legions with the regular army of the Federation into their own reserves. These gate valve families can touch it, and there is no reason why the colorful roses can't be touched.

Or rather, if the current Lord of the Rainbow Rose Crest really wanted to be one of them, they would be quite relieved.

A "foreign body" that is strong enough to lift the table at any time will of course make it difficult for people to sleep, but if it is a powerful "own person", it is still somewhat acceptable. Once the ruler is transformed by the ruling class and begins to be in the same dust as the light, there is nothing for others to fear, this is an objective law of history.

But the problem is that the Lord of the Colorful Roses, who can't even mention his name, has always turned a deaf ear to all the olive branches thrown by the Gate Valve Faction. The big news that the gate valve faction is preparing to launch is already on the line, and it is impossible to wait for its attitude to change, in this case, the invincible army under its "command" is the biggest hidden danger.

Since loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal; Since it is not his own person, then he must be an enemy. As a result, the high-ranking leaders led by Aemon Wilambat formulated a detailed plan B, and when it was determined that the Fourth Army would raise troops to respond to the enemy, it would be completely destroyed.

…… Of course, it is not for Lieutenant Jamon to destroy all the soldiers of the army. He is indeed a magic master who is only one step away from the legend, and he does have the ability to defeat ten thousand with one enemy, but it is impossible to kill more than 30,000 elite soldiers, not to mention that there are many strong people on the other side.

"Explode, accept your heavenly punishment!" The magician standing in the air spread his hands and extended his spiritual power in all directions, concentrating on activating the demonic mechanisms that had already been planted throughout the fortress.

He did feel the existence of those mechanisms, and he did activate them with his mental power...... However, three seconds passed, and nothing happened.

He was stunned for a moment, and shouted again: "Heavenly punishment!" ”

……… The silence continued, and again nothing happened.

Aemon panicked, but the expression on his face didn't loosen. He paused, closed his eyes and condensed his spiritual power, and shouted again: "This is the judgment you deserve!" Punishment for traitors! ”

…… Well, there was still no movement at all. This time, even the ordinary soldiers of the legion on the ground felt embarrassed, and there was even a faint laughter in the crowd.

Aemon Wielambat, who was just at the height of his life, suddenly felt that he was in the most embarrassing moment of his life again. Being treated as mentally retarded by 30,000 people - and theoretically by his own subordinates - without exploding on the spot is already a sign of strong psychological endurance.

…… This is not the same as saying yes, right? What went wrong?

Lieutenant General Eamon's heart was already in turmoil, and he almost didn't hold back his breath, and the spell stopped spinning and fell directly from the sky. However, at the last moment, he reminded himself that the more he was at such a time, the more he had to be calm, and he must not spoil the dignity of the magic master and the wealthy nobles.

"Sumo, start it now!" He shouted again, calling out to his friend. Only by this time, he was already roaring

The so-called "Sumo" is the current chief battle mage of the Fourth Legion, Brigadier General Sumo Bekende, a battle mage who is nearly forty years old. He is quite strong and famous, but because he was born only a small nobleman on the border and belongs to the outermost member of the Gate Valve Sect, he has not been able to rise, but this does not delay his red-blooded heart for his class at all. Of all the legions, Aemon's most trusted person was him.

Nicknamed "Beckander Greyhound", this famous battlemage is known to be a rather alert and fierce fellow. Another reactivation authority of the Demon Dao Mechanism is in Qi's hands.

Eamon can be sure that this colleague is a rare calm and calm person in the Gate Valve faction, and he can be entrusted with all major affairs. Even if there is a problem on your side, the other party will definitely carry out the plan.

Unless......

"Grudo." Still not responding, Aemon called out the name of another subordinate, and at this time, even he didn't realize that his voice had a little more panic.

Major Grudo Cologne is a young and promising battle mage who is now in charge of the Legion's Constructed Golem Battalion, and is also a minor nobleman born on the periphery - in fact, most of the new bloods available to the Gatelord faction are born this way. Aemon and his brother were very appreciative of each other, not only vigorously cultivating and promoting, but also promising to marry a girl from the Violet family to each other. Aemon also trusted the young man, because he was very knowledgeable about what to do and what was going on, and he could see the flame of lust for power in the eyes of the other man.

A person who has desire, ability, and self-knowledge is trustworthy, because he can give him everything he wants, and he knows where he can get everything. This kind of tacit understanding belongs to the same kind, but it is much more reliable than the hypocritical and beautiful words of loyalty, ideals, and so on.

What's really scary is actually the type of predecessor who is obviously proud and uninhibited in his bones, but he always has a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and he is purple and red when he smiles.

However, this trustworthy and reliable young man still did not respond to his call.

"This, this...... He betrayed? Or worse? It's time to execute Plan C! Lieutenant General Aemon's mind swirled around with this thought, and then he immediately slipped away. As he flew back, he cast a spell and prepared to summon his own contract phantom beast, a flamingo. Few people know that it is not the science of change that has been most accomplished by Ibon but by the science of calling. In addition to the well-known firemane beast, a powerful flamingo was also contracted. This is one of the most powerful elemental phantom beasts in the entire crystal wall world, which is equivalent to a phoenix that has failed to evolve, but it still belongs to the true dragon level of the divine object.

The reason why I want to summon this thing is naturally not to ride a big bird to kill all the people below, but to carry out Plan C, that is, to do my best to preserve my own vitality for the future when things can't be done - to put it bluntly, I just admit it and run away.

Although Aemon still has some confidence in his flying skills, he is not so brainbroken that he thinks he can fly a firebird. Since you want to escape, the faster the better.

However, before he could call out his highest-speed "vehicle", his heart was panting.

This is the sixth sense reaction to a crisis by a top spellcaster with excellent spiritual sense. However, Aemon, who was casting spells while flying, could only have time to turn his body slightly before he felt a sharp pain in his waist.

Like an invisible steel cone, it was viciously nailed into the body.