Princess Imani stood high in the clouds, overlooking the vast earth beneath her feet.

She felt like she had become a god.

Yes, now, she is the deity who will rule the city of Pagda.

No team can beat her head-on. After a long period of wandering and wandering, she made a strong comeback as a conqueror.

Behind her is a mighty flying carpet troop that can turn the city of Paghdad into a sea of fire with a single dive bomb.

On the ground, a dense convoy of Ifrit war, Calafate is on standby, ready to attack the crumbling defenses of Paghda.

The old era is coming to an end, the old, the oblivion, the religious vendettas, the torn apart are about to fall, and a new secular state is about to be born.

She will have a more enlightened ruler, a more open mind, a more peaceful, continuous policy, a stronger army, and, a technology like no other in the world.

The new mode of production will completely smash those outdated dogmas and concepts, will completely smash the ambitions of the princes and nobles to support themselves and divide the country, and in the end, will completely drive out those invaders who forced her to sign unequal treaties and make a fortune.

Imani cried.

Hassan, my beloved Hassan, you saved me, you saved Allah, you saved everyone, you are about to return, you are about to return from the hell of the worm, but I can't meet you, hug you!

Just last night, Marshal Ralbin and Chief of Staff Garib admonished her—yes, admonition, because she was about to become the first female caliph in the history of the Alab, the only female caliph, and the word for advice was well deserved.

"Your Majesty, you can't see Hassan, even if he is alive, and never in the future. ”

Imani looked at the two of them sadly: "I thought that you had been favored by Hassan and would give me other advice. ”

Without hesitation, Ralbin replied: "He saved me, he saved the nation of Julia, and I can break my bones for him." But, Your Majesty, are we standing here because of personal friendship, or is it because of our loyalty to you and to the future empire?"

"Tell me, why do you do this. ”

Ralbin nodded at Garyb, and Garyber said: "Your Majesty, before leaving, Hassan left us a complete production line system of slime reactors and psychic towers, but after this period of research, the minister found that behind these magical production equipment, there is a complete set of theoretical system support, which is exactly what Hassan did not leave." We'll have to do a reverse analysis to refactor it. ”

"What do you mean?"

"This means that with the current situation and the existing knowledge reserves, within 20 years, we will only be able to use the existing equipment for production and equipment maintenance. It is not possible to innovate with this system. To start research from scratch, to create specialized alchemical schools and research institutes, to rebuild the system of education and scientific research, after twenty years we will be able to reach the current level of technology. It's going to be a maddeningly long process. ”

"Is this ridiculous, do we want our warriors to fight on foul-smelling camels and brandishing unseemly broken knives?

I think this is disrespectful to tradition and to Lord Hassan. If this sentence spreads, it will cause a lot of criticism and create countless unnecessary troubles. ”

Imani said helplessly: "Then what do you think?"

"Lord Hassan has opened the door to a new world for us, but the road is up to us. ”

Imani sneered silently, "That's all, Gallibe, I know that our identities will soon change, but I hope you can speak honestly!"

"Yes, Your Majesty. People who walk are not welcome to have a guy with an unclear intention and a sharp sword next to him. Your Majesty, Hassan and the looming Inspiration, are terrible. ”

"Alarmist. ”

"Never. Your Majesty's own experience, how can it be alarmist? The minister often thinks that if Hassan meets not us, but another person, such as Sarong, then, Ala, will there be a future?"

Ralbin on the side broke out in a cold sweat, this sentence was by no means to boast of Hassan's strength, but to remind Imani that Hassan has the ability to lift the table at any time and is an extremely dangerous guy. If he doesn't move now, it doesn't mean he won't move later.

This is what His Majesty Galliber can say, try someone else?

On the bumpy road, only one word advances, and the road is ahead, one word is only stable. Hassan, you take a step back, everyone's good. You're smart, take the initiative, but don't force us to make you take a step back.

Imani turned his back to the two of them for a long time and said, "I heard that there is a saying in the Silk Kingdom. 'The tallest bird is gone, the bow goes into the grave of dust, the last cunning rabbit is brought to the table, and the faithful hound rolls in the boiling pot.' ”

The two of them lowered their heads, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

"Hassan is dead, and he sacrificed himself to save 20,000 forgotten Arabis in Nehr. He is not an ordinary man, he is the messenger of the Holy Lord to arrange for the salvation of the world. He made his deeds into a play, wrote a story, carved a monument, and passed it on from generation to generation!"

The two of them responded loudly together: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I have one condition. ”

The two hurriedly bowed again: "Your Majesty, please speak." ”

"From now on, don't bother me about marriage. Otherwise, die!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Yes!"

Imani wiped away her tears, withdrew her distant and close thoughts, and turned her gaze to Pagda, who was trembling under the might of the soldiers.

Farewell, Hassan, thank you for accompanying me on this journey, and next, I'm going to go my own way!

Worldly Allah, here I am!

With a loud bang, the Cruel Angel prototype burst out from under the heavy sand, one paw dragging a tattered, soft muddy creature with one paw.

As soon as she flipped to the ground, Isabella straightened her throat and yelled without grace, "George, help!"

Behind him, a giant mole cricket-like xenomorph with a body length of more than 30 meters waved its powerful forelimbs and chased after it.

That lump of soft muddy guy is Dark's second machine, Duck and Isabella are responsible for the break, Kunshabi really turned his face and denied it, as soon as Duck removed the threat of the Rongdian Slime, the xenomorphs immediately attacked in waves.

Kunshabi was very cunning and let go of a pathway, but set up a lot of ambushes on the path. Be sure to kill these two nasty parasites.

The two of them tried their best to resist, but they were alone and exhausted, the second machine was almost completely destroyed, and Darker was almost unsafe, Isabella dug out his operation pod and escaped with all her might. Xenomorphs are in hot pursuit.

Darker was furious, and operated the second machine to self-detonate, releasing all the galvanic slimes, and wanted to meet with Kunshabi.

But revenge couldn't save her life, Isabella was dizzy, and she didn't know which direction she was running, anyway, straight up was right, one paw dragged Duck, the other paw even split and planed, and opened a bloody hole in Kunshabi's back, and finally ran away, and in the moment before the end of the rampage, she finally broke out of her back and climbed to the ground from under the soft sand.

At the end of the rampage, her remaining mental power could only support herself not to faint, and the battle was not to even think about it, the xenomorph was behind her, surrounded by sandworms like a forest, she was powerless, and shouted for help.

A bucket-thick pillar of light descended from the sky, splitting the giant mole cricket in two, and the sandworms that were blocking the movement of the pillar of light were also wiped out.

It's the Eye of Kara, the solar magic launcher made by George and Riley. At the beginning, outside the city of Dorihachi, he used this trick to kill the sandworms besieging the city.

They're finally here.

Riley shouted excitedly from the team chat: "Sister Lala, brother, we're coming, we're coming, hold on, hold on!"

Overhead, there was the sound of flying carpets breaking through the sky, and more than a dozen light flying carpets swept by like sharp arrows, dropping smoke bombs and pheromone jamming bombs around them, and the sandworms who fell into the chaos relied on biological instinct to move and fled one after another to avoid danger.

In the billowing smoke, two ropes hung down, and more than a dozen heavily armed warriors descended to protect the cruel angel who had lost its combat effectiveness in the center.

"Mars, the captain of the second detachment of the 1643 mercenary regiment, has come to report. It's safe for now, Miss Isabella, and please lift the cruel angel mode and leave it to us. ”

The silver light flashed, the huge cruel angel disappeared, and the scarred Isabella stumbled to the side of the cockpit of the deformed No. 2 machine, exerting all her strength to pull the handle of the gate control valve, even if her hands were corroded by the still flowing acid, she didn't care, while desperately shouting: "Dak, Dak, answer me, tell me you're okay, Dak, Dak!"

With a soft click, the gate slowly opened, and with a violent cough, a large amount of semi-liquid slimes slowly squeezed out of Duck's lungs, and Duck, who was covered in scaly wounds, leaned on the bulkhead,

He tried to make a thumbs up motion, but he didn't, he was too tired.

He gave Isabella a serene smile, and then, falling asleep.