People are not leeks, and they can receive a stubble immediately after planting. But the empire is so overly defended, of course, it may also be because it was beaten by the vanguard of the Zerg and called Dad, and the psychological shadow caused by it is too great - large-scale weapons of destruction against the planet are endless! This has put nuclear weapons in the region at a disadvantage...... First of all, it is stated that this is a nuclear weapon against the region. The Empire also has a nuclear weapon that is not very happy to use, a nuclear weapon against the sector. If you go down, the whole galaxy will be blown up - usually no one will sign such an order, because it is too lacking in heart and too much to lose.

Are people still forced out? In any case, the nuclear weapons of the interstellar age don't seem so terrible anymore (because there are even more terrible extermination orders), but ...... What about people in the Middle Ages?

"No kidding, it's clear that the little lady is terminally ill, and she's sick to the point of being mentally ill - just as she started a war, we'll fight it."

The meeting of the demon clan was very lively, and there was a row of dishes to cook - to put it bluntly, the chiefs and race leaders of each tribe did not obey each other, how could you not cook them?

"That's right, this is a great opportunity for the other side to tear up the armistice agreement-"

In the same way, a meeting of demons is like a meeting of an alien factory, and these aliens also know to observe politeness. A black-skinned human with fire on its body and a glowing red-skinned lizard slap the table to fight.

"The armies of the various clans have just been disbanded, can you give a reason to reassemble?"

"War is the best reason! ――”

His Majesty the Demon King saw that his subordinates were also divided into several waves of people chattering and chattering with each other, and he felt quite uncomfortable. But fortunately, his pair of eyes were still pointed, and he keenly noticed that someone was dozing off: "Wake up, wake up, wake up, spirit--this meeting is here!" ”

The Demon King knocked his table, only to find that the dragon leader over there was still covering his cheek with his wings, looking like "I'm asleep". More than a dozen areas in the conference room fell silent. Seeing the demon king staring at the dragon man, they all quieted down to watch the excitement.

But the dragon man who pretended to be asleep still lowered his head, his long neck was about to droop to the table, and he didn't care at all as if he was sleeping soundly. Covered in golden scales, the dragonman leader, who was about two meters tall, looked at least two hundred and fifty kilograms. The huge head echoed his massive tail, and the sharp dragon claws clutched at his arms—hugging them and bowing his head to sleep.

"King Drogen." The Demon King personally walked to the Dragon King's side, and after standing beside the other party, he gently patted the other party's shoulder: "Wake up, we are in a meeting - how about deciding together that your race will be the vanguard force?" Pretty much in line with the heroic appearance of the dragonman, right? ”

"My race is valiant but not cannon fodder, and dragonmen are pitifully few." Still with his eyes closed, the dragon king named Zhuogen snorted coldly: "I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes and thought about the problem - Demon King, did you just say that the person who slept was me?" ”

The erected pupils stared at each other, and the words of the dragon king were very clear - grandson, don't stink and be shameless.

"Poor thirty thousand dragon soldiers?" The Demon King smiled: "It's just that you send fewer soldiers every time, right?" ”

"No, dragonmen are not afraid of death, but 30,000 dragonmen are all of our clansmen who can fight, so there is no need to really be cannon fodder." The Dragon King stretched, and his hoarse voice raised his voice at this time, "On the contrary, I have heard a lot of interesting news about the Queen of Heresy recently - are you going to hear about it?" ”

"Dragonmen fly in the sky every day, and it's normal to get a little more news than me." The Demon King nodded and said with a smile, "Listen up, you can say it." ”

"Only high-level dragons can fly, and your fallen angels can do that - it's up to you to send them out." King Drogen raised one of his sharp claws: "First, the Queen's curse seems to have been healed; Second, the Queen of Heresy seems to be getting married, and third--if you can win the other side by sending troops now, I will openly cut **! ”

Saying very dirty and dirty swear words, the dragon king smacked fiercely: "You are not satisfied with being stabbed in a chrysanthemum last time?" What benefits and loot didn't get and said let's go, let us go, who are you? ”

"I think I'm the king of the demons." The Demon King didn't look angry at all, and said, "If I hadn't been here, how many decisive battles do you think the Demon Clan would have won in the past five hundred years?" ”

"There are too many weak forces, and I can't bring them up at all." The boss of the dragon clan leaked domineeringly: "The battle is not heroic enough, what can we dragon people do?" ”

"Combat depends not only on bravery, but also on food, supplies, water, and soldiers-" the Demon King Chunchun taught, but then he still had something to say: "Besides, even if you cut the hanging, it seems that it is useless, don't you lizards all have two hangings?" Cut one and one more. ”

"Then I'll cut two on the live stream! Besides, we're not lizards, we're dragons! King Drogen stood up and said, "There is a problem in our own backyard now, and you can go on a campaign - we won't play with you this time." I'm going back to my territory now—"

After that, King Zhuogen left the conference room without looking back—and after he left, he quickly gathered his men and flew back to his lair one by one, and asked the messenger to go straight to Levi's camp with a confessional surrender letter called "Never Cut the Hanging" to analyze himself.

But some people are clearly too late.

On October 7, 184 of the Fourth Age, the King of the Demon Race raised his army again. The soldiers of various countries scolded their mothers and felt that the other party was playing by themselves again, so they were reluctant but still raised 200,000 troops by the demon king, and attacked the holy land on October 20.

On 3 November, the army marched to a water source 50 kilometers outside the city of Faku.

Cast a net for a month.

God, this despair in ignorance hangs over all of this. Since eternity created the world, every pore has emanated cries of despair and pain. The waves in the ocean called destruction roll and the waves called ruin, crying and lapping against the shore. The terrible hurricane of death frantically uprooted the last artemisia grass in the forest of life. All the trees that represent life have all been lowered under the whip of fate, and they have been broken again just as they want to look up. To endure despair, to endure everything, what the world cannot contain, this is a miserable and sinful thing that deserves death.

This is the routine of the empire.

Using an atomic bomb is a waste of the civilization of the Middle Ages? No, it's not a waste at all, and you can make an example! The Empire has never been so violent about everything.

"Fusion strikes detected in transit."