The agents entered the presidential suite at the Mosca Hotel, and the search had not been carried out for a long time.

The Mosca Mansion also welcomed the honorable transcendent messenger ~ Anderson, the winner of the psychic competition.

Mosca the Great formally summoned Anderson and gave him enough ceremonial face.

The young man Anderson also seemed to know that he was not representing himself this time, but representing the teachers behind him and even the many transcendents involved, and he also hid his youthful nature.

Anderson showed a clear look, and after a cordial and friendly meeting with Mosca's senior management, he entered the secret room and began to talk about the main points.

"Good morning, everyone, I really don't want to come and see you so early if I can."

After entering the secret room, the young man Anderson put down his disguise and smiled bitterly, then sat down and sighed:

"But there is no way, the master thinks that I am the only one among them who has dealt with you, so I am the best person to contact you."

Speaking of this, the Mosca executives present at the meeting nodded their heads, and at the same time, they felt that it was easier to deal with a minor transcendent like Anderson than to meet a strange transcendent.

After all, Anderson's mental model has been modeled a long time ago, and they will not do things that will invisibly anger each other without knowing it.

And they even feel that through the flattery of the past few days, they have increased the favorability of Anderson teenagers.

"Please tell us, Anderson, we're prepared for this."

A thin old man in a top hat and a blue scarf broke the silence and looked at Anderson and said.

Anderson touched his short chestnut hair, as if organizing the language, and he paused for a moment before nodding:

"Master wants me to inform you that this operation to seal the extraterritorial demons is generally successful."

"The aftermath of several induced shocks is under control with the help of my companions."

"It's just that in the Steel Acropolis, there was an accident."

"The Iron Acropolis?"

"But the big industrial city near the border?"

The congregation was shocked and remembered the name of the city and recalled the information about the city.

Anderson nodded and continued, "That's it, the master said that the sealing node there is particularly fragile. ”

"It has to be repositioned."

"And if you want to rearrange the formation, you must first destroy the original formation nodes...... This would cause the power of the Demon King to gush out of there in an instant, causing disastrous consequences to that area. ”

"Catastrophic consequences? Like the last undersea earthquake? The thin old man thought of Anderson's first prophecy and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, but the strength will be very different."

Anderson continued to nod his head, and said with a look of fear: "The disasters mentioned in my previous predictions are just fluctuations caused by the Demon King's struggle when the node was sealed. ”

"This time it's going to be its struggle."

The master said...... I'm afraid the Iron Acropolis will cease to exist! ”

An industrial city no longer exists?

And that's just a fight!

That's all the power of a high-yield nuclear bomb, isn't it?

No, if only the explosive yield is calculated, and only the absolute destruction zone is calculated, I am afraid that no nuclear bomb can achieve this level with only one shot!

The full version of Big Ivan doesn't work either!

How could they not recall the Steel Acropolis, which was a large city second only to Mosca in terms of scale, with a large number of industrial production bases, which once met one-third of the construction machine production capacity of the Polar Bear Empire back then...... Although it is dilapidated now.

The foundation is still there.

If you want to completely raze it to the ground, instead of simply creating a radiation zone, the nuclear arsenal of the Polar Bear Country, no less than one-tenth of it, really may not be possible!

But the Anderson boy swore so much.

Such rhetoric!

Combined with his identity and the previous predictions that amazed them, as well as the time nodes when all kinds of transcendents came during this time.

The Mosca executives found that at this moment, they had to believe what this Anderson teenager said!

Because...... They simply couldn't find any other option!

There are no experts who can provide a scientific explanation for these things.

There was no second transcendent who jumped out to tell them different facts.

From the very beginning, they had no choice!

I can only listen to Anderson's words seriously, and then I can either be angry or panic about my embarrassing situation in my heart......

"Master reminds you to evacuate the residents of the Steel Acropolis as soon as possible, so as not to be affected......"

Anderson said that the young man paused for a moment, and saw that the Mosca executives had recovered from the tangle one by one, and then continued:

"In addition, in order to suppress the impact of the Demon King's counterattack as much as possible."

"At great expense, we have enlisted the help of His Highness Phoenix."

"But let Phoenix come down, even if it's just an incarnation...... It also takes a lot of time to prepare, but what we lack most now is time. ”

"So!"

Anderson said this, pressed his left hand horizontally on his chest, and saluted Mosca the Great:

"I testify as the Son of Swia, and with the reputation of the Night's Watch of Light as a pledge, we hope to have your trust and help."

"Please help us complete the construction of the summoning Phoenix Circle!"

"Of course you can, it's a matter of life and death for thousands of people, and our polar bear country is naturally unshirkable!"

After a Mosca high-level official made a statement, his expression suddenly moved slightly, and he opened his mouth in surprise and said:

"Wait, what did you just say, you ...... Are you the son of Swia? ”

"Yes, I have the blood of my ancestor Swia in my veins!"

Anderson puffed out his chest proudly.

Most of the rest of the Mosca executives also came back to their senses, realizing what the surname Swia and the name of the Light Watch meant.

"Swia is the ancient god of war in the myths and legends of my main race in Mosca!"

"This Anderson turned out to be the family heir of the ancient god of war?"

"Then isn't he the son of the god of war in some sense?"

"The Light Night's Watch is a mythical organization of gods and heroes who represent the light side, and they maintain a balance with the Dark Night's Watch and jointly protect the world."

"It's not impossible that Anderson didn't speak, and that his background came from here."

"After all, in myths and legends, it is normal to record and worship the transcendent as a god."

"Not to mention the secondary processing."

"It's just that it's still a little incredible, who would have thought that this young man who looks a little middle two and megalomaniac would have such an extraordinary background!"

Mosca's top management wanted to think about it, and naturally they wouldn't be so frank about it.

They made awe-struck expressions and discussed with Xiao Yu how to help.

Xiao Yu was not polite, and as Anderson, he kept mentioning the requirements one by one.