As a traditional magician, although Emon Verandabat could not have built a magic tower for himself in the military camp, he still believed that living higher was in line with the character of the magicians. Therefore, the residence he chose was the highest floor of the officer dormitory building, which was dozens of meters above the ground, otherwise he would not have stood by the window and could have seen the entire campus.

When you fall from this height, ordinary people will only make a "ah" sound and then spread it into a big blood cake. But for people like Emon, it seems like a bird that escaped from the cage, and everything suddenly becomes clear.

He floated in the air and gestured to the broken window. As he moved his spirit, the air in the house seemed to solidify, and the whole space instantly became extremely turbid, as if he was suddenly in a heavy haze. Then, the air that was so turbid that it almost condensed into slurry rubbed, making a deafening explosion.

"Boom!" The huge explosion instantly turned everything in the room into vanish. The boiling air formed a shock wave and continued to spread, even putting the entire floor into its destruction range.

Therefore, the top floor of the officer dormitory building, these luxurious rooms specially prepared for the generals, were completely ruined less than a month after the renovation was completed.

"Atmosphere burst!" The high-energy attack arcane of the ninth ring of the metaphysics. Theoretically, as long as there is air, there is space for the casters to operate, and as long as it is air, it can become the medium for casting.

"Do you think I'm going to run away?" He looked at the scene of the explosion coldly. His whole body was floating in the air, and the explosion of air waves bulged his robe behind him. The sky was majestic, as if a god descended to earth.

The soldiers gathered on the ground school ground naturally saw this scene. They looked at the officer dormitory building that had been blown up, and at the magician standing in the sky, either noisy or stunned. For a moment, the school ground, which was originally very lively, became even more crowded.

Although Emon Veranbat's image as a loyal elder and good-looking man is his character, it is really confusing. Everyone thinks he is a harmless aristocratic and old bureaucrat who lives in a harmless way. He is a transitional product used to balance various political factions after his too dazzling and powerful ex resigned. Most of the officers and soldiers of the Legion did not take him seriously, and even began to call him "Uncle Shira" behind his back. This nickname that only Lu Xi had made several private complaints was spread. But they ignored it. After all, he was the core member of the Violet family, the first Austrian family in the Federation. Now he is the most important representative of the family in the army. How could he be really an incompetent person?

They did forget that this uncle who is kind and kind to others has always worn four stars.

In fact, just relying on the instant "atmosphere explosion" he just made was already the method of the great magician. He may be a little bit short of entering the realm of legend, but probably he was just a lasting shot.

And in this world where the strong can fly and hide and call wind and rain, this may mean that Emon Veranda also has the strength to break the army alone.

So, at this moment, the ordinary soldiers born to civilians seemed to recall the fear of being dominated by the spellcasters.

If the Fourth Legion, which was trained by Lu Xi and his friends and led the leveling, would have been really elite enough, I am afraid that at this time, they would have scattered like small animals that were shocked by natural enemies. Now, nearly 30,000 people, although they were a little confused, were still staying in their respective gathering positions. This is a sign of extremely disciplinedness.

However, they were indeed at a loss for a moment. They thought they were excellent soldiers with very high discipline, not mercenaries and warlords who were keen on making big news alone, and when they could not get orders from their superiors, they would react a little rigid for a while.

"Everyone gathers and go back to your respective barracks!" Emon, standing in the sky, shouted loudly. His voice passed through the amplification magic and instantly spread to the whole audience.

The soldiers became even more turbulent, and a few of them had some abnormal movements, but they became honest again under the orders of grassroots officers. Although most of them were a little confused and doubtful, they did not move at all.

This kind of thing is about the truth and the heart. The soldiers of the Fourth Legion have expressed their attitude with their actions.

...If it were that person, it might be possible that most of the people here would die in just one sentence? The commander once again determined what level of prestige he had in the army, and he became more and more worried. Although he had already had psychological expectations, this situation would be a great humiliation for every soldier, right?

But, so what? If you don’t want to obey, you have to ask you to die!

"You betray this great kingdom, and you have let me down my kindness. Now, I will punish you for your crime of disobedience with the law of the federal military!" Emon Veranda was high above, looking down at the tens of thousands of troops below. The sound of the amplified magic bonus seemed low and awe-inspiring, more ethereal and nothingness, but more solemn and serious, as if the divine decree from the sky.

At this moment, Emon Verander Bart, who has never been very famous, even within the family, plays the role of the good assistant of the strong brother, is at the highest moment in his life.

The Fourth Legion has been rebuilt for more than a year, but the former commander who could not even mention his name did not know what magical skills were not only unscientific but also less magical. He turned this group of bankrupt citizens, landless farmers and incorporated bandits into a world-famous strong army, and was also a strong army with almost full loyalty to him. After his predecessor left, the aristocratic faction did infiltrate and even master the abacus of this legion. In addition to letting Yimeng become the commander, the chief staff, chief combat mage, and chief prophets were also replaced by aristocratic mages of the aristocratic positions.

However, key positions that really have direct contact with grassroots non-commissioned officers, such as flag officers, stable chiefs, chief centurion, military judges, logistics officers, etc., are still all from their exes, and they are serious, just a warlord style that cannot be penetrated without needles and water.

If it were on weekdays, the aristocratic clans would probably just pinch their noses. Anyway, many regular legions in the Federation are also in this style, and the family families are like a cake, turning those legions with the federal regular army into their own private areas. If these aristocratic clans touch, there is no reason why the colorful roses can't touch them.

Or, if the current Lord of the Colorful Rose Emblem is really willing to be a member of them, they would be quite pleased.

A "foreign object" that is so powerful that it can lift the table at any time will certainly make people unable to sleep or eat, but if it is a powerful "person", it is still acceptable. Once the ruler is transformed into the ruling class and begins to be with the light, there is nothing to be afraid of. This is an objective historical law.

But the problem is that the Lord of the Colorful Rose, who cannot even mention his name, has always ignored all the olive branches thrown by the clan. The big news that the clan is preparing to launch is already on the verge of the clan, and it is impossible to wait for its attitude to change. In this case, the invincible legion under its command is the biggest hidden danger.

Since loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely unfaithful; since it is not his own, it must be an enemy. Therefore, the senior officials led by Imon Veranda formulated a detailed plan B, and when it was determined that the Fourth Legion would raise an army to respond to the enemy, it would completely destroy it.

...Of course, it wasn't for Lieutenant General Yimon to destroy all the soldiers of the army. He was indeed a magic master who was only one step away from the legend, and he did have the ability to fight ten thousand. However, it was impossible to kill more than 30,000 elite soldiers, not to mention that there were many strong men on the other side.

"Explode, accept your heavenly punishment!" The magician standing in the air opened his hands and extended his mental power to all directions. He focused his mind to activate the magical mechanisms that had already been placed in various places in the fortress.

He did feel the existence of those mechanisms, and he did activate them with his mental power... But three seconds passed and nothing happened.

He was stunned for a moment and yelled again: "Heavenly Punishment!"

………The silence continued, but nothing happened.

Yimon was a little panicked, but the expression on his face was not loose. He paused for a moment, closed his eyes and condensed his mental power, and shouted again: "This is the judgment that deserves! Punishment for the traitor!"

...Okay, there was still no movement. This time, even the ordinary soldiers of the legion on the ground felt embarrassed, and even faint laughter came from the crowd.

Imon Veranda, who was just at the highest brightest moment in his life, suddenly felt that he was in the most embarrassing moment in his life. He was looked at by 30,000 people and theoretically his subordinates as mentally retarded. Without an explosion in place, it was already a manifestation of strong psychological tolerance.

...This is different from what was agreed upon? What went wrong?

Lieutenant General Yimon's heart was already in a state of turmoil, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief and fell from the sky. However, at the critical moment, he reminded himself that the more he was at this time, the more he should be calm and never destroy the demeanor of the magic master and the nobles.

"Sumo, start immediately!" He shouted again, calling his friend. But at this time, he had already started roaring.

The so-called "Sumo" is Brigadier General Sumo Beckend, the current chief combat mage of the Fourth Legion, and a combat mage who is nearly forty years old. He is quite powerful and famous, but because he was born only a small noble on the border and belongs to the most peripheral member of the aristocratic sect, he has never been promoted, but this does not delay his red-blooded heart for his class at all. Among the entire legion, he is the person Yimon trusts the most.

This famous combat mage has the nickname "Bakken Deer Greyhound". He knew he was a very alert and fierce guy at first glance. Another level of activation authority of the Magic Mechanism was in Qi's hands.

Yimon can be sure that this colleague is a rare calm and calm person among the clans, who can entrust all major events. Even if something goes wrong with him, the other party will definitely implement the plan.

unless……

"Grudo." Emon, who still did not receive a response, called another subordinate's name. At this time, even he himself did not realize that his voice had a little more panic.

Major Grudo Coron is a young and promising combat mage. He is now in charge of the legion's structured puppet camp. He is also born in a small periphery. In fact, most of the new blood that the aristocrats can use in the family faction is born like this. Imon and his speaker brother appreciate each other quite well. Not only did they vigorously train and promote them, but they also promised to marry a girl from the Violet family's side. Imon also trusted this young man very much because he knew the times and knew how to advance and retreat, and he could see the flame of desire for power in the other person's eyes.

People who have desires, abilities and self-knowledge are trustworthy because they can give him everything they want, and they also understand where they can get everything from. This kind of tacit understanding belongs to the same kind is much more reliable than the hypocritical and beautiful words such as loyalty, ideals, and false words.

What is really scary is actually the type of ex who is obviously proud and unruly in his bones, but he always has a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and he becomes colorful with a smile.

However, this trustworthy and reliable young man still did not respond to his call.

"This, this... has he betrayed? Or is it worse? It's time to implement the plan c!" Lieutenant General Yimon's mind turned around, and then he immediately ran away. While flying, he was casting spells to summon his contracted phantom beast, a flamingo. Few people know that Yimon's deepest attainments was not the science of change, but the science of summoning. In addition to the fire-maned beast that is well known to the public, he also contracted a powerful flamingo. This is one of the most powerful elemental phantom beasts in the entire crystal wall world, which is equivalent to a phoenix that failed to evolve, but is still a divine object of the real dragon level.

The reason for summoning this thing is naturally not to ride a big bird and kill everyone below, but to implement the plan c, that is, to do your best to preserve your own vitality when things cannot be done, and to wait for the future to be vain, it is to admit defeat and run away.

Although Emon is still a little confident in his flying skills, he is not so stupid that he thinks he can fly over the firebird. Since he wants to escape, the faster the better.

However, before he could call out his highest-speed "vehicle", his heart was panting.

This is the sixth sense of the top spell caster with excellent spiritual consciousness to the crisis. However, Imon, who was flying and casting spells, could only have time to sideways slightly and feel the piercing pain in his waist.
Chapter completed!