Two Ebenezer Republican Guard soldiers rushed out of the crowd. One on the left and the other on the right, they helped up the injured Lieutenant Colonel Ze Ying. They pulled out their sabers and glared at the blue-robed boy. "Captain," dozens of dwarves screamed and ran. Come over. A dense circle formed around Jonah. Spears, daggers, wrenches and welding guns that looked like children's toys were aimed at the Ebenezer soldiers. There was a buzzing commotion in the crowd. Jonah's pounding heartbeat gradually Calm down. He didn't know why he was so impulsive. But now, he didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want to make any explanation.
The heavy shoulder hit the lieutenant colonel's chest, shattering eight of the opponent's ribs, dragging the two-hundred-pound man into the wall, lifting the opponent in the air, and activating the attack array to take aim. All of this only took a few seconds. Yeah. With an expressionless face, Kong slowly sheathed the famous sword Buddha Tooth. The serrated blade rubbed against the sheath, making a tooth-breaking rattling sound.
"Cough." Lieutenant Colonel Ze Ying spat out another mouthful of blood. He looked at Jonah with fierce eyes and slurred: "I remember. Your Excellency Jonah, Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance... I will convey your order to Consul, but this debt must be repaid one day..." He spat out a mouthful of black blood, pushed the soldiers beside him with all his strength, hunched over and slowly walked away from the crowd.
"What are you looking at? There are still a lot of things to be busy with." Looking at the crowd, Jonah said in a calm tone. The crowd dispersed, and the passage reappeared with a crowded flow of people. At this time, a group of pink hat dwarves surrounded the elder with the longest beard. He rushed over in a hurry. "Howl, Lord Baron." The elder took two steps and rushed over. He hugged the astrologer's calf and said: "There are actually bold people on the St. Jonah who dare to question your authority. Don't worry. No one can act wild here. I will definitely take responsibility. The guy who offended you will be tied up and beaten severely. He will be hung upside down, whipped with a whip, and dripped with candle oil..."
Jonah shook his head: "Nothing. I have a question for you."
"Of course. Any questions." The elder straightened his back.
"You are Steam Puppet Warlocks. The headquarters of the Steam Puppet Warlocks Association is near the volcanic country Ecbatana. You Flores people are the controllers of the association, right?" the boy asked. "Tell me the president of the association. Who is it? Someone told me that he is on this submarine ship. I want to discuss some issues with him."
"Ask a new question. This one doesn't count," the elder shouted.
Jonah stared condescendingly into his eyes until the elder's face turned red, with tears in his eyes, and his beard trembled due to inner struggle. "Okay, sir. Since it is your request..." The elder seemed to He made a very difficult decision. "Please go to the first combat conference room and take a rest. The president will arrive there soon to meet you." He trembled and saluted, then walked into the crowd with a frown on his face. It's open.
Jonah ordered the other dwarves to disperse. He dragged his staff through the passage and came to the conference room. There was no one in the room. The room seemed messy. The shock caused by the enemy's attack caused the tables, chairs and benches to fall to the floor. The crystal chandelier It smashed on the round table and shattered into a pile of glass. Yona held up a chair and patted the cushion. He sat alone in front of the round table. The door was closed. The conference room was very quiet. Jekong stood by the wall and looked at an oil painting. .His eyes shot through the oil paintings, walls and deep crust to directions that no one knew.
"Jekong." Yona held his chin with both hands and was in a daze. Suddenly he called out.
The red-haired man didn't look back.
"Don't leave me, okay." The young man whispered. "I have nothing to trust anymore. Except for my friends at Cherry Dou... If you weren't around, I don't know what I would do. I was almost there just now." It would have killed the soldier. Just a little bit. Do you know this feeling? It's like there is nothing in this world worth caring about. Human life is worthless. Blood is cheaper than ketchup..."
Southerners still haven't looked back.
"I have changed." Jonah buried his face in his hands.
Suddenly there were footsteps approaching. The young man opened his eyes and saw a slender, strong hand covered with scars. He placed a cloth bag embroidered with Sanskrit runes on the table very gently. "Jekong..." About Na raised his head and watched the southerner slowly untie the cloth bag. His movements were as gentle as brushing a feather off a lover's shoulder. There was a small ebony box wrapped in the rune cloth. Ye Kong pressed his index finger on the lid of the box. .Golden-red Buddha light ripples. The thirty-six pieces of agarwood that make up the box bloom silently like blue lotus. The lotus holds up a crystal clear bead. Seeing this bead. Holding the sword Jialan Gujing Wubo's face is as Yan The ice melted. Jonah had never seen Jekon like this before. Such a soft, sensitive, and warm red-haired man. The focus of his gray pupils was condensed on the surface of the beads. Jekon stretched out his fingers to touch them, but his fingers trembled. Before the tip touched the exquisite bead, he retracted like an electric shock. The young man saw joy, sadness and fear on his face. These three expressions were intertwined to create a heartbreaking face of an infatuated person.
"Sarasvati," said Jakhon.
"This is the Buddhist bead that hides Saru's soul, right?" Yona sighed.
The beads are transparent and colorless, but there is an amber mist floating inside. It is probably the demon war general who disappeared in the Mausoleum of Prince Moro dancing with a sword. Jonah couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pick up the ebony lotus flower and looked at it carefully. This wonderful Buddha bead. The power of Sirapina allowed him to feel the beating of Sarasvati's soul. It was a persistent and unyielding will that would never be extinguished even if he lost his life.
"Real. False." Ye Kong pointed to the sky and then to the ground.
Jonah was stunned.
"Sarasvati." The red-haired man took the box from the young man's hand. The Buddha's light was rippling, and the thirty-six-petal ebony lotus quietly closed. He picked up the rune cloth and carefully wrapped the small box and hid it in his arms. The place closest to the heart. There was a trace of distant sadness and joy in the corner of his mouth. Jekong turned around and stopped talking. Looking at his rust-colored clothes covered with blood, the young man's heart suddenly moved. "You mean... no matter what the world is like, What does it look like? I just believe that one day Saru will be able to stand in front of you alive. Right... This is what I said to the first generation mentor. I also want to uphold my beliefs and fight against the whole world. But I can't do it for you. That way, I am deeply afraid. I am afraid that everything I have ever owned will turn into sand and flow away from my eyes...Thank you, Ye Kong. I just need more time to think..."
At this time, the door of the conference room was pushed open. Zhu Mo Qingshan, president of the Mathematics Bachelor of Science Association, walked in. His green cloth gown was torn in several places, revealing his white shirt. There was a little blood splattered on his face. His demeanor was still leisurely and comfortable. "It's you who called us." He glanced at the astrologer. Zhu Moqingshan's eyes hidden under the black crystal graphite mirror were a little surprised. "It's better to have something important. Yipsilong Chuancrocodile is very unhappy. He is here Seven of his men were killed in the battle. Another officer was taught a lesson by you. If a fight breaks out, don't be brave and run away quickly. That guy is a lunatic."
"Thank you. I understand." Jonah replied coldly but politely.
The door opened and closed. The president of the Association of Astrologers and Teacher Keshava entered the room together. The baby-faced Bairam raised his hand cheerfully to say hello. Keshava had a gloomy look on his face and snorted from his nostrils. Then came in " The shopkeeper of the "Green Bronze Cave". This Dragon Worship Cult liaison was yawning and drowsy. He didn't look like he had been involved in a fierce battle.
"What's the matter?" Keshava glanced at his apprentice.
"Teacher." Jonah stood up and saluted. "Please sit down first. I have something to discuss with everyone."
Several high-level officials of the Airion Alliance each found a seat and sat down. Keshava was about to open his mouth when suddenly the conference room door rattled twice. Interlaced X-shaped scars appeared on the door leaf. Then it broke into four pieces and collapsed. One place. "I have a suggestion. Let's elect the commander-in-chief of the Aerion Alliance instead." Ebenezer Consul Ypsilon Chuanxiong appeared outside the door. He squeezed out cold words from between his teeth. There was a sound. Two rows of sharp teeth rubbed together and creaked. He held two swords in his hands. The green-blue blades were long and sharp. They reflected the light of the magic gas lamp. Jonah's eyes swept over the gauntlet and fell on the wrist of Sichuan Crocodile. Part. He wore crimson leather gloves on his hands. There were flame-shaped patterns circling on them. Sichuan Crocodile did not wear this equipment when they first met... For some reason, the gloves looked familiar.
Keshava coughed twice and turned a blind eye to the chopped wooden door. He said: "If more than six of the twelve alliance representatives jointly file for impeachment, then the election of the commander-in-chief can be put on the agenda. You can ask the alliance representatives to do this. Take a vote, Sichuan Crocodile. That's your right."
"Haha. That's great." The consul's beret lowered his forehead. A pair of crocodile-like cold eyes flashed. "I want everyone to vote... right now." He suddenly disappeared from his place in a flash. Jonah felt a sharp wind blowing. He sat on the spot and did not move. Because this time Ye Kong took the lead in pulling out the long knife. "Boom...Krang." Two figures appeared in the center of the conference room. They were cut. The round table that was divided into four pieces slowly fell down. Sichuan Crocodile's double swords were held in the air by the famous sword Buddha's Tooth. The serrations on the long sword firmly locked the blade of the sword.
"Do your business first. Then, I have something to say." Behind the two people who were in a stalemate, Yona said with a solemn expression, as if he couldn't see the fierce fight in front of him.
Keshava stood up in surprise. He hesitated: "Then, start the voting process. Do the five alliance representatives here agree to impeach the current commander-in-chief? Please express your position."
"Nonsense." Sichuan Crocodile screamed. Suddenly his hands let go of the handle of the knife, and he clenched his fist and punched forward. "Boom." He only advanced a few inches, and violent flames gathered on his fist. "Om. The long-lost Sanskrit chants resounded throughout the house. Jekong raised his hand and threw the Buddha's tooth into the air. The golden-red flames wrapped around his arms burst out of the flame circle and shot out. "Jiu Guang·Ming Wang" Gun... double shot."