As the former secretary of state of the head of state, Alantis Nassis, 30 years old this year, has begun to serve as an extremely important department head, which can definitely be considered a promising future. However, he knew his future, and at most he went to the ministers who were not ranked high in the ruling committee, or the senator. Of course, he was far inferior to Andriel, who was of the same sect, and was completely incomparable to that one. The very important reason is that he never had the experience of serving as a military chief, and he had never even been to the front-line battlefield. In addition, Alan had a self-knowledge that his talent as a magician was actually limited, and the standard three-star was over. Then, in a country like the extraordinary spell caster, it would be impossible to become a faction leader in the future.

Alan was indeed very clear about himself. Faced with this sudden explosion, his reaction was actually not much faster than that of ordinary people. When the heat wave and storm that came naturally had hit his back, causing a burning sting, he had not had time to react. He was so shocked that he almost staggered, and then he reacted and quickly stood up. For a spellcaster, this was actually quite embarrassing.

Alan turned around and looked at the messy scene in a daze. After a long time, he finally saw that the center of the explosion was the northernmost part of the square. The Blue Palace, which represented the symbol of the Federal Persimmon Oil, was supposed to stand, but now he could only see a large group of smoke and dust with fire, but he could not see the formed building clearly. The fragments of rubble splashed into the central square and countless blocks next to it, and I don’t know how many passers-by were injured. One of the spire stone pillars even flew more than a hundred meters away, directly smashing the half-pull body of the sky statue in the fountain pool in the center of the square, and then inserted it into the fountain pool under the statue of the god.

"What kind of explosion has such power? Is there any destruction magic above the Eighth Ring? But why is there no conscript? In Elichar, the most concentrated place in the world, who could silently hide it from everyone's eyes and use large magic to attack the Blue Palace?" Alan could feel the restlessness of the element. This was an inevitable natural phenomenon caused by the explosion, but that's all, and there was no sense of incongruity in the operation of the caster. With his strength, it was already very good to be able to feel this step in this state.

Alan, who was still a little numb, was awakened by the screams next to him. He turned his head and saw the vendor pressed down by his own food truck and a piece of gravel. The food truck blocked the stone, and the vendor was not directly injured, but could not climb out. Alantis held his spirit and focused on using a floating technique, moving the stone and the food truck away, saving the other party, he was finally not completely stunned. As a magician, at least he did not run to use his brute force.

"There are teachers on the Blue Palace... there is also a teacher, where are the teachers?" What Alan knows is that his teacher has moved to the head of state residence in Beicheng District during this period, and it is still more than ten minutes away from here, but he is not sure if he will come to Blue Palace so early to wait.

He ran a few steps, but his steps suddenly slowed down. Not far away, the carriage was smashed by a huge rock thrown by the shock wave. The horse had already broken free from the reins and ran away in panic, but the driver who was dozing beside the carriage was crushed by the huge rock and half of his body was already dead.

It was Alan's carriage, and it was Mr. Tybat who was killed.

Alan stopped for a second, then accelerated his pace and ran quickly towards the large area of ​​burning ruins. He did not turn around, but his steps were a little flustered, as if something was chasing him from behind.

He passed through the crowd of people who were frightened by panic, and rushed to the stairs of the base with his long legs. On the marble base made of the five-stage stairs, the outline of the main hall of the Blue Palace was quite complete. After all, it was a super-large surface building. The magic that destroyed it by an explosion also existed, but in this way, the central square and the seven or eight blocks around must not be reported. But despite this, the front hall hall, which acts as the entrance and porch, only half of the walls are still standing shaky. The ancient golden imperial style columns on both sides of the front hall, and the exquisite murals and reliefs engraved with federal historical events and important figures have long turned into ruins all over the ground.

Many early-arrival members and their entourage were killed by sudden explosions and splashes of gravel. Although more people were not dead, they did not even understand what was going on. They could only scream loudly, cry, and moan with instinct.

"Master Elbat, Master Elbat, where are you?"

"Vika, Al, everyone is better, who will save me!"

"Go and ask someone for help, military police, imperial guards, mage groups, anyone can do it!"

"Mom, mom..."

Alan stood in the smoke and dust, but what he heard was a vortex of chaos, which seemed to make his mind confused. He stood there for nearly ten seconds before finally capturing a familiar figure in his chaotic and dirty sight. His breathing couldn't help but rush. He was a young man named Ansencarter. He had just graduated from Neosfia Ocean University for less than two years and majored in international trade law when he was in the college. Although he was not a magician, he was quite outstanding as a young scholar in law and economy, so he was attracted by Master Russell and served as a member of his team of state secretary. Since he was here, then...

"Ansen, Ansen!" Alan grabbed Ansen's clothes and shouted his name loudly. Finally, he called the other party from the chaotic and collapsed state. His dull eyes finally had a little focal length, although it seemed a little bit hunched. If he woke up in a few seconds later, Alan would probably have the friendship correction hand.

"Where is the teacher? Where is the teacher?" he shouted.

Anson, covered in dust and blood, probably still tinnitus, looked at the other person in a daze, and subconsciously said, "Lah, Lord Russell, he, he is not here."

He then recovered a little bit of energy, and then explained: Russell did work overtime at the official residence until the early morning last night, and he was also resting in the office. Calculate the time, he should have gotten up now and have breakfast, and he will be booked in half an hour. As for Ansen, as a member of the State Secretary, of course he came here earlier to prepare.

The teacher had not arrived yet. Alan breathed a sigh of relief, but the other party's next sentence made his heart sink again.

"Frank, Suk... and Berta, all died, all died."

He was a member of the secretary team under Russell, all of whom were very promising and passionate young people. As the former chief secretary of state, Alan was equivalent to the direct leader of these young people. Of course, since the "big boss" Master Russell was originally a decent and open-minded person, the atmosphere of the secretary team was also very good, and everyone got along well. Rather than being in the relationship between superiors and subordinates, Alan played the role of Big Brother. He still remembered clearly that Frank hoped to return to his hometown to be the county magistrate, Suk dreamed of becoming a judge, and Berta planned to find a university to teach history and literature after he was 50 years old. But now, nothing is gone...

However, he had no sadness at all, or had no time to sadness at all. At this time, General Angelol had already stepped out of the smoke and dust directly opposite him, while supporting a dying MP, who was obviously the survivor rescued from the explosion scene.

"...There are explosion points in the front hall, the main hall, the porch, and the Grand Seminar Hall. The front hall is already lucky, and there are not one ten people inside." The general said to Alan in a deep voice.

At this time, the patrol soldiers finally rushed over and took the two wounded people from Angelol. The patrol soldiers probably did not recognize the person with dust and blood on his face and were wearing sloppy casual clothes. They did not stand attentively and salute. Of course, this moment was not the time to be polite.

"...Is it a magic?" Alan asked. He did not feel the inconsistency of the energy being manipulated before and after casting, but he knew that he was not a combat mage with extraordinary senses and rich experience. His judgment was actually not convincing. Besides, besides magic, he really couldn't imagine any way to turn the Blue Palace into this.

"It's hard to say...but at least it's certain that this must be artificial." The general frowned tightly, his face was heavy, his eyes were like lightning, and the lion was angrily angry, and his evil aura was imposing. Anyone who is familiar with him knew that he would be in this state only when facing a strong enemy on the battlefield. For example, when he led a team of 100 people to meet the army of three lichs and ten necromancers, he said by the way, and tried his best to bite and "death" the last ghoul of the enemy with his teeth. This happened in that battle. This was also the origin of his nickname "Ghost King".

"Anyway, today's meeting will not be opened." Admiral Angelol patted Alan on the shoulder: "I'm going to rush back to the army right now. The citizens need to see that they are safe as soon as possible! The waste like more than a thousand road specimens in the capital is unreliable."

Alantis understood the general's meaning. The Blue Palace was instantly razed to the ground, and the impact on the citizens of the capital can be imagined. In this case, if citizens see strong and armed soldiers patrolling and standing guard in each block, they will feel more at ease. In addition, such a big thing happened, blocking and searching the entire city was an indispensable step. But Elichar is such a big city at least, and it is certainly not enough to rely on road specimens like a thousand-man guard. It is necessary to use the nearby First and Second Corps and the military police forces.

If necessary, it may even be necessary to dispatch a central garrison fleet to block all waterways.

...Of course, the First and Second Legions, commonly known as the "Imperial Guard", were actually "trash specimen troops" in the past. If it weren't for Lu Xi, even his underwear would have almost lost in the Battle of Farahars. However, after so long training by General Agrool, it should be useful.

"Then, I..." Alan glanced at the ruins of the Blue Palace, then subconsciously looked at the head of state of the federal government in the northwest direction, but said, "I'll go back to the Affairs Department! Let the wharf patrol battalion quickly dispatch and block all ports and terminals."

As the Director of Shipping Affairs, Alan has a unit of about 500 people in his hand, responsible for maintaining the public order of several large commercial ports in Elichar, and in addition to the large warehouse area where the dock is managed. Of course, these 500 people are not so troops, but rather as police officers, even their main equipment is wooden sticks and rattan cards. The only "riot prevention" troops are several third-rate combat mages and 10 clay puppets who have no prospects in the army. Moreover, it is impossible to complete the full blockade of the port of Elichar.

However, this is always better than nothing.

"In addition, I will ask someone to notify the Admiral's Office and let the fleet sail immediately to block all the airspace around the capital. Although this theoretically requires the order of the three commanders, the commander is Lu Xi, so..."

Speaking of this, Alan suddenly realized that Lu Xi was not in China at this time.

Could it be... Alan was suddenly shocked and looked at the general.

A bitter smile flashed across Agroll's face, and then he said seriously: "Don't think about it, no matter whether it is our guess or something else... we must all return to our posts as soon as possible."
Chapter completed!