Imon Veranda is not the so-called "academic" magician that many people imagine. Although he is not famous, he has traveled to the mainland in his early years. He even went to Sosnes on the other side of the Chenhai Sea, saw the desert in the sea of ​​sand, and explored infinite and deep dark areas. Anyone with rich practical experience must also roll down in the sea of ​​blood. Imon was stabbed by a sharp blade, hit by a projected prop, and of course he was also covered in magic. However, the severe pain that seemed to be pierced by a steel cone is really the first time I have experienced it.

The great magician of the Violet family wailed and fell from the sky, and made a very bad sound on the school ground. Fortunately, before it turned into a pool of big blood cakes, the enchanting amulet he wore had automatically activated the feather drop technique and steel skin. Although the great magician Imon felt that at least several of his ribs had been broken by the shock and his internal organs were damaged, he finally saved his life.

...But why didn't you start it earlier? The junk produced by the Appster family is so unreliable, and they even say that it was a top-notch product made by the alchemist who was worshipped by the family. It would be fine if the things sold to the military and ordinary people cut corners, but now they even cheated me? Is your conscience really hurt?

Master Yimon did have a confusion and despair for a moment, "It's not that he doesn't work hard, but not only the enemy is a god's opponent, but also all pig teammates." But then, he suddenly realized that even if the Appster family was greedy and had no lower limit, it would be impossible for him to cut corners on the excellent magic weapon specially provided to the rich family. After careful consideration, it was actually because the attack just now was too fast, and it was so fast that even the smart amulet could not react.

This possibility does not exist anymore. Whether it is the martial saints who claim to be able to use swords to cut the sky and earth, or the great magicians whose thoughts are moved by their minds, they have a way to cause damage before the opponent's protective equipment is activated.

...But where did the great wizard come from here? Isn't that ex who can't even mention his name difficult to protect himself?

Then, there is another possibility.

"Guideline, damn guideline... this kind of thing should not appear in this world!" He was full of resentment, but the severe pain pressed his chest and throat, making him unable to say a word. Although he is now the commander of the Federation and even the first new type of hot weapons legion of mankind, and although he also acted like "technical crushing is good, it is great" in front of outsiders, in fact, he was essentially full of doubts about the emergence of this power. Or rather, he could vaguely feel its power than most of his kind. Perhaps, soon, the world he was familiar with, the rule he followed would never return.

The soldiers surrounded Lieutenant General Yimon, looking at the dying commander, either whispering, confused, or complex in appearance, but no one came forward to treat him.

My life is really a failure! Lieutenant General Yimon asked himself, and felt that after taking office, he had successfully won over some middle and lower-level officers, but when it was a crisis, he didn't even have a single one willing to stand up. Sure enough, the war wild dog born by the lower class was just unreliable!

The serious injury also affected his thinking ability. Now he has ignored it. The officers who can be attracted by him are more or less tempting, and there must be a few groups like the Fourth Legion.

Those who will be shaken by Yi Meng's official appointment and wish to paint a big cake must be realists. Even if they can't see the general trend clearly, they can at least understand the situation in front of them. If Master Yi Meng really rushed into the formation and became unparalleled, they might still be "anyway", but look at this now, it's better to follow the crowd honestly. Isn't it great to fight hard under the banner of Rose and be a hero who has rectified the rebellion and put it right?

In short, no matter most of the soldiers in the army who were not sure about the situation or knew what it was but were not ready to do anything, they formed a large circle and watched the commander who was lying on the ground with only one breath and breathing, and did nothing.

Is this the last scene of Emon Verandabat? He was watched by a group of ordinary soldiers with low status until they died. He thought so, feeling that he would be killed by humiliation before he died of suffocation and blood loss?

Then, he finally heard the sound of footsteps from afar. He saw a giant man wearing heavy armor, like an iron tower, standing in front of him. He felt that the pair of iron hooves could stomp his head into pieces of blood foam as long as they moved a little.

Luxi Berenkaster's domestic mastiff, no, masturbation...

At this moment, Yimon's gaze also changed from blurry to clearer. Because the tauren man was holding two bloody heads in his hand.

They were the two most important loyal subordinates in his army, Brigadier General Somo Beckende, the first battle mage, and the head of Major Grudo Coron, who was almost going to become the son-in-law of the Violet family and the current commander of the Legion's mobile puppet battalion.

He was shocked and angry, more of a panic that he had never experienced before. It was not because of the death of his best friend, but because of the "naturally born aristocrat", the magician who died so indecently. For Emon, who is also a "naturally born aristocrat", the signal sent was really bad.

Immediately afterwards, more people walked out of the crowd and stood beside him.

Emon soon saw another domestic dog of Luxi Berenkaster, the farmer boy named Grant. He was obviously an eight-year-old pariah, but he actually became the de facto commander of the newly formed artillery unit. However, this man who was not valued by the magic nobles was still holding a long guide rifle in both hands. Unlike the standard guns of ordinary guide gunmen in the Legion, his rifle was much longer, almost one person tall. Relatively speaking, the much longer gun body was engraved with many magic patterns that he could not distinguish for a while. The extremely long barrel was flowing with a cold halo, which was obvious to be a valuable product that had been made with a lot of thought and expensive materials.

As the kindest among someone's subordinates and friends, Grant looked at the commander with a grief and panic, and was a little reluctant, so he patted the gun body and whispered: "This is the magic-guided sniper rifle that the Chamber of Commerce just customized. The yield rate is extremely low, and it also requires a lot of expensive materials. Its alchemy pattern also requires top enchantists and alchemists to outline, which can be said to be priceless."

"Special?" Yimon spoke with extreme difficulty in breathing.

"Yes, a special one. It cannot be regarded as a standard weapon produced by energy at all. It should be regarded as a precious special magic weapon." Grant said.

Lieutenant General Yimon's face actually showed a hint of relief. He laughed twice, then coughed up a lot of blood, plus a lot of minced meat and bones. In this way, his breathing was a little more open, and there was a bit of vitality inexplicably. He turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person standing in the middle of the crowd. He was a young beauty wearing an ink robe, holding a golden moon-shaped staff, and with a gorgeous blonde hair like the sunshine of dusk.

"Ms. Fitte Testrosa? Haha... This is the first time I met, and you actually saw such a miserable scene."

Fette looked at the other party with some surprise. She had to admit that although she was an enemy and an embarrassing enemy who failed to show off, even if she was defeated, the other party was trying to maintain decent and dignity as much as possible, which was worthy of some respect.

"You actually know me. Master Vilanbat."

"Of course I know you. In fact, we have conducted detailed investigations on all the social relations, his industry, and the power he possesses." His breath became smoother and smoother.

"Oh, after the investigation is completed, I decided to start a war with us?" Fitt asked curiously, thinking that you are really stupid! Even if your investigation only sees the tip of the iceberg of the power that Lu Xi has, you should still understand the current affairs.

"We didn't think we would be enemies with him." Emon smiled bitterly.

Moreover, it is obvious that you are too aggressive and bullying first? Do you understand that we are just resisting for survival? In addition, even so, we are still knowing that he should be unable to protect himself before he can start it?

Forget it, if you say such words, it feels like begging for mercy?

"Miss, you are also a spellcaster. Can you tell me where are Brigadier General Orwell and Colonel Sheen?"

Orwell and Sheen are the new chief of staff and the chief prophetic division of the legion, respectively. They were born in the Orentian family and the Menthus family respectively, and they were also important helpers sent by the aristocratic factions to help Emon master the Fourth Legion. Now that the situation has become like this, they are of course in danger.

"We have lost, respected lady, but even if we die, please give us the decent we deserve. You are also a spellcaster and should be of the same kind as us."

"I haven't received a penny allowance from the Academic Alliance. When did I become the same person as you?" Fitt said coldly.

Yimon couldn't help but be stunned. It would be uncontradictory to say this if Lu Xi Berenkaster, that sarcastic guy, said it, even the contemporary King of Night Sky, who is gentle and kind on the surface but cruel. But the question is, isn't it said in the information that Miss Fite Testrosa is a healing system? It's different from the healing system that pretends to be the one in the King of Night Sky, and they are really healing system! In this evil world where the sick and the queen are about to rule human aesthetics, it's like a giant panda that is most in line with the aesthetics of straight men!

I originally thought that since it was a healing system, it should be easy to talk to. If you have good luck, you might be able to save your life.

"I won't bury a huge amount of explosives under the entire fortress. I'm always thinking about burying all the brothers in the robe who fought side by side with me alive." Fette looked down at the other party with a calm expression, but his heart was already full of anger.

The construction project of the Iron Rose Fort ended up in the hands of the Chamber of Commerce of the noble family. The defense of the fortress built was only a few percent on paper, but it was really hard to explain. Lu Xi did not express any opinions on this matter, so the people below were not able to say anything. Some people even said that it would be okay even if the built-in city walls were made of paper. The Fourth Legion did not need the city walls to foster courage, and no matter what enemies they encountered, they would just crush them directly.

Fortunately, at least the completed barracks, officer dormitories, etc. are quite qualified. At least the house you moved into will not shake, will not shake, and will not leak, and the summer is warm and the winter is cool. The officers and soldiers just pinched their noses and accepted it.

Then, the engineering team began to build a large warehouse located below the fortress.

Placing the warehouse under the ground can save building space and avoid key attacks from the opponent, especially attacks from the sky. As for the problems of building foundations on the surface that may be unstable, or destroyed by the enemy through tunnel attacks or earthquake spells, they can also be solved through mystery. Overall, although the project cost is much higher than that of ordinary surface warehouses, the person who pays for the money is not the officers and soldiers of the army, so no one has anything to object to.

However, what everyone did not expect was that one of the 100 pieces of bricks used in the underground warehouse was added with material. The brick looked normal, but it was inserted into a blasting scroll. Its unified detonation command was connected to the twelve magical mechanisms in the warehouse, and the runes activated were in the hands of Emon Verandabat and several important noble generals.

This is what the aristocratic faction calls the plan. Once they are sure that they cannot master the Fourth Legion, they will immediately detonate these explosion scrolls. At that time, the large colonel and the houses that have been built or are being built around will be swallowed by a huge collapse with a radius of more than a thousand meters. Even the invincible sky roses in Orgrimmar will have no power to resist, and the 30,000 elite soldiers will be buried in an instant.

Since we cannot join us, the so-called strong army in the world and the Federation's heroic army are the biggest hidden danger. Please die in a smooth manner!

Fette had to admit that such ruthlessness and determination were beyond his imagination, and when he learned about it, he was indeed frightened. In comparison, when he was young, he took a detour and worked as an international terrorist with his master, he was as pure as a white lotus.

"You must be glad, General, if the wind is standing here today, you will not even have such a straightforward opportunity to die." She said in a deep voice.

Although Fette was very angry, the Lieutenant General opposite him was full of doubts. He felt that if he didn't figure it out, he wouldn't be at ease even if he died.

"You, how can you..."

"Of course I can't quickly remove all the magical mechanisms by myself, and you are really alert. If you find someone cracking the mechanism, you will start it quickly, right? The dead people are trying to activate it when they appear." As a good healing girl, although she has already felt the backbone of these fierce federal nobles, Fitt saw that the other party should be dying, so he explained patiently.

"... However, I don't need to remove your mechanism. Just stand in the center of the school ground and open a large-scale Laxis Forbidden Spell. Well, this is indeed a magic that uses Laxis Forbidden Spell theory. It is just a domain-like spell-like magic that has been newly developed by Nanoka and I. It can expand the range to a thousand meters, and the effect is to interfere with or even block all spells within the range. You can understand the forbidden magic field that is operated by humans. Of course, compared with the means of demon magic, our theory is to block the spiritual power of the caster, so even the innate ability of spell-like magic, and even the scrolls and magic equipment can interfere. We are going to call it "Fenxis Forbidden Spell", but Lu Xi thinks you can think of a cooler name. Ha, in the past two years, Jifeng and Lu Xi have developed a lot of new spells, and they are also descendants of the Great Sage of Laxis. We cannot be left behind too much."

Are all the descendants of your Laxis monsters?

Although Lieutenant General Emon did not say this, his expression should be what it means. However, he still pointed at Fite slightly, without any relief.

"As for why I know your plan... it was Lu Xi, but I don't know how he knew it."

The girl's attitude was so calm that the other party didn't think that she was lying at all. So Lieutenant General Yimon finally coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and he died of anxiety with full of doubts and reluctance.

After confirming that the other party was dead, Fitt turned around and looked at Colonel Grima who had appeared in the crowd for some time. Liester, Eliot and others were also standing with him. It was obvious that Lieutenant General Emon's extremely powerful "air burst" just now did not hurt them at all.
Chapter completed!