Antonios exclaimed, "Anivia, imprison them as Leon said, this is what you are best at, don't tell me you can't do it." ”

Anivia's expression was slightly cold: "Of course I will make a move, but I don't need your order." ”

He snorted, and the white light of the teleportation lit up and disappeared in place.

Antonios looked at Leon again.

"I'll hunt alone, but again, don't give me orders, I hate your condescending face, and if you keep it up, the cooperation will be null and void. ”

Leon said and disappeared from the roof.

The footprints of the flames burned beneath his feet, reflecting Otonios' thoughtful countenance.

"I thought they wanted the Empire as their shield, but now it seems that they really want to cooperate. ”

"Not bad, demons are a lot more difficult than we thought. ”

He swung his staff and disappeared in place.

No demigod is truly stupid, especially mages, a group of magicians who are far more enlightened than magicians.

...

The chaotic and turbulent situation swept through the entire imperial capital.

The Korad Praetorian Guard, as soon as the riots appeared, were organized and marched into the city.

Equipped with the latest equipment developed by the Empire, they are highly skilled and disciplined, and are the most elite force in the entire Calradia Empire.

and those mages of the Imperial Capital Mage Guild, who also made a move at the first time.

Under their joint strangulation, a large area of the Worker Demon was wiped out, but the number of Worker Demons was too large.

Soon, a large area of the entire imperial capital fell and became a purgatory on earth.

Under the helmet of the knight wearing yellow epaulettes, a dull voice sounded: "The first factory has been cleared, and there is a big man with rough skin and thick flesh in the second factory, apply for support!"

Inside the helmet, another muffled voice sounded.

"Received, the third battalion of the Praetorian Guard will rush to support at once. ”

This is a way of long-distance communication, due to the need for magic gems as an energy source, not yet all the Imperial armies, but I have to admit that this seemingly inconsequential thing, with a commander with Eagle Eye, can completely play the effect of commanding the army from God's perspective.

There is only one demon left in the second factory area.

It wields a massive hydraulic hammer and has large plates of riveted steel on its body, leaving no skin exposed, which makes it incredibly defensive.

But at the same time, its movements are sluggish, its aggression is weak, and for the vast majority of it, it is trying to break through.

But the front of the Praetorian Guard is not something it can shake at all.

One by one, the magic smashed into the tin can in the chant of the military mage.

It went berserk, grabbing one of the Praetorian Guards, clutching it into an iron lump along with the fine armor.

Blood, splattered from between the cracks in the iron pimples, all over the Janissaries' visors.

Enraged, they raised their spears and blades and stabbed at the man from all sides.

"Mage, perform Armor Piercing!"

With a loud shout from the officer, the brilliance of armor-piercing enveloped each soldier's weapon.

These weapons then penetrate easily

It fell to its knees, two lines of muddy tears dripping from its hideous face.

"Sister..."

"Sister, ......"

Bang –

The officer's iron boots kicked down the ugly work demon, he stepped on its head, and said angrily: "Report, the second factory area has been cleared, and the third battalion and we can support the rest of the war zone." ”

"Roger, you and the 3rd Battalion must immediately turn to the 3rd District of Xicheng, where there are many monsters, and the 5th Battalion is almost unstoppable. ”

...

The moonlight is dark tonight, and the wind is howling.

In the village not far from the emperor, the dim stables were slamming in the wind, and the pack horses neighed uneasily,

In the corner, a thin figure huddled up.

She shivered in the cold wind, rubbing her hands and feet constantly, trying to warm herself up.

At that moment, she saw a meteor streak across the sky.

This was followed by a brilliant meteor shower.

Silvery-white light, constantly falling.

She was stunned, and it took a long time before she suddenly remembered something, and in a hurry, she clasped her hands together and whispered: "Meteor, I hope my brother can take me into the city with me, I miss him so much, I don't want to stay at my aunt's house anymore, she beats me every day, and she doesn't give me food, I'm so hungry, tired, and cold." ”

At this point, she seemed to choke up, and it seemed too cold.

She sucked the snot that was about to run on her chapped lips, and said with a cry: "Brother, I miss you so much, come and take me away." ”

The meteor quickly disappeared.

Not knowing whether the gods who lived on the stars had heard her prayers, she tried to shrink her bruised and bruised feet into her tattered blanket, but when she lifted them up a little and tried to wrap them around her neck, a pair of feet came out again.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, she finally howled loudly.

"Don't howl, like a ghost!"

"Howl again, I'll break your legs!"

Auntie's angry roar rang out.

She shuddered, didn't dare to cry anymore, and felt even more uncomfortable.

Tears hung on his face, and when the cold wind blew, it hurt to the bone.

She wiped it with her dirty little hands, and her eyes suddenly froze.

She saw her brother, Trein, standing outside the stable, quietly watching her.

The emotions of grievance exploded in an instant.

"Brother, why are you here!"

There was not a trace of blood on his brother's pale face, and he did not speak, but only smiled gently.

His figure is gradually fading away.

"Don't go!"

She let out a shrill cry, and in her ears, her aunt's angry growl was mixed with foul language.

She begged: "Please, brother, take me away, they haven't spent any of the money you sent back, please, take me away!"

Trein's departing figure paused.

He walked again, as if hesitating for a long time, before he stretched out his hand, which was scarred but as pale as his face, to the weeping little girl.

The little girl burst into tears and laughed.

Without hesitation, she reached out her hand.

...

The next morning, the sun was shining on the little girl, and a smile was showing on her face.

The aunt scolded and kicked her: "You plagued bastard, do you want to sleep until noon today, why don't you get up quickly and sweep the floor and feed the chickens." ”

kicked it, and it didn't seem to be relieved.

She kicked her feet twice more with her pointy boots.

But the little girl would no longer curl up in pain and let her beat and scold.

She fell to the ground like a broken sack, her stiff body.

My aunt was stunned.

Then he scolded: "The little brute who has suffered from the plague, if he dies, he will scare the old lady, Charlie, get out of here and bury this little brute." ”