Chapter 500 498: How can he survive? (Subscribe)
A moment later, the Imperial Ambassador, Lord Robin Water, left. He had come in high spirits, but left with a sad look on his face.
Tanks for planes?!
This kind of thing was really beyond his power. He could even imagine how much of a stir it would cause if the news got back to the country.
The replacement of high-end technology will inevitably infringe upon the interests of some people, and I am afraid that it will make many people angry and angry.
But from his point of view, he actually felt that Luo Yi did nothing wrong.
After all, when Flower Territory was attacked, some people in the cabinet also had a bad attitude.
He only recently learned that those who coveted the flowers were not only the three giants of the coalition, but also some people in the cabinet.
There is no way. Flower Territory is too rich. A large part of its wealth is even deposited in the Seven Gods Bank. That number is enough to make people lose their minds.
At this time, the plan failed and was defeated by the Flowers Leader. Still want a magic tank?
It was quite rational of Luo Yi to agree.
Of course, Luo Yi is still quite considerate.
The general direction could not be decided, but Luo Yi gave him a copy of the specific information and test data about the first generation of the King of Land Combat.
With this information, he can report to the Imperial Cabinet, and the intelligence department will have to thank him for his help.
Just after Lord Robin Water left, Roy returned to his desk and sat down. The smile on his face faded and his expression became more serious.
The war was won, but compared to the complex situation, the challenges have just begun.
Even he felt a headache facing these complicated and trivial matters.
At some point, a hand reached out from behind, and the delicate hand smoothed out the wrinkles on Luo Yi's brow and massaged his temples.
Lilia said softly: "Luo Yi, take a good rest and don't work too hard."
Luo Yi said: "It's hard, of course it is hard!
Sometimes I think, if I hadn't left Auckland, hadn't taken over the mess of Flowers Lead, hadn't been involved in this mess,
How carefree and carefree our days must be now!"
Lilia asked back, "What if time could go back and you could choose again?"
"Well, I'm afraid I'll come back and take this path again."
Lilia rolled her eyes and said, "If that's the case, what's there to worry about?"
“People always imagine all sorts of possibilities, wondering if the path they didn’t take would have been better.
Everyone has the escapist mentality, and I am no exception.
But, just think about it, there's really no need to regret it."
After a pause, Luo Yi continued, "If we hadn't taken this path, we wouldn't be qualified to occupy so many cultivation resources, let alone cultivate so quickly."
Lilia added, "But you're fighting the three giants here, and you're offending the Habsburg Empire there. Is it worth it?"
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. In the past, flower dealers prioritized business and harmony.
But after this battle, we can no longer be so 'weak'. Advanced magical weapons can make up for the gap in numbers and territory."
After a long sigh, Luo Yi continued, "We can now face all the countries in the Old Continent with a completely new attitude."
Seeing that he was confident, Lilia stopped worrying and asked, "Have you thought about how to end this war?"
"This is not up to me, but the three giants of the coalition. Do they want to reconcile or continue?"
Having said this, Luo Yi's eyes became very serious and also very strange.
…
A small town in Castro Territory.
The roar of the engine and the rolling sound of the tracks came from a distance, and from time to time, it was accompanied by the roar of artillery fire.
The earth trembled, and dust fell from the underground shelter.
This made the two third-level extraordinary mages turn pale, but they did not dare to pause for a moment.
The surging magic power was infused into the magic mirror, and the flickering light lit up, eventually revealing a human figure.
He was a plump old man with a signature thick beard that curled up at both ends like a small boat.
The bags under his eyes were noticeably swollen, as if he hadn't slept well for several days, but his eyes were still bright and his gaze met with an oppressive feeling.
"Marshal Joffre, can you tell me what that steel monster is?"
General Fark Wood's voice sounded, hoarse and dull.
Looking at his face at this moment, dirty and dusty is not enough to describe it. His eyes are bloodshot, filled with fatigue, sadness and unwillingness.
"Tanks, magical tanks, a weapon of war never before seen.
Powered by magic crystals and forged from refined steel, it is almost immune to most physical damage and magical attacks.
The power of its main gun is so strong that even a fourth-level natural disaster would vomit blood and be injured if it took it head-on. If it weren't for its lack of mobility and inability to quickly lock onto targets in the sky, I'm afraid even the strongest natural disasters would be wary of it."
Fake Wood took over the conversation: "Even so, it is still almost invincible on the ground battlefield.
Unless we are extremely lucky and the shells hit us head-on, we will find no way to restrict or destroy them."
Marshal Xia Fei spoke again: "It's not completely impossible. According to the research of the Royal Mages, magic with negative damage or special effects should be able to play a good countering role.
As long as they are paralyzed, they will be nothing more than a lump of iron!"
General Fark Wood looked like he had heard good news and asked hopefully, "So, the Empire is planning to send me more magicians?"
“No!”
"Why?"
"The Habsburg Empire has intensified its offensive, and the frontline defense is under strain, so it's impossible to spare manpower.
Furthermore, the above are merely speculations by the Royal Mage Corps and have not been put into practice, so no one knows the exact effects."
"So, the frontal battlefield still can't contain them, right?"
Marshal Xia Fei was silent for a moment before he said, "That bastard called it the King of Land Warfare, stealing the title of the former Behemoth. What do you think?"
"The King of Land Warfare? The King of Land Warfare!!! Even when the Orc Empire was at its most powerful, it probably couldn't produce hundreds of Behemoths.
How did I meet him?"
Fake Wood's expression was extremely sad and angry, his eyes were red, and he was even about to cry: "Marshal, Marshal, you handed over tens of thousands of soldiers to me, but now, the Empire's 13th Division only has less than 4,000 people left.
I really, really feel ashamed of your appreciation and the cultivation of the Empire. I, I, I deserve to die!"
His cries were truly heartbreaking, and his voice was filled with tears.
As if as an accompaniment, a shell landed nearby, with a roar and waves of aftermath, shaking the earth.
The magic mirror almost couldn't be maintained. The two third-level wizards looked pale, but after a panic, they managed to maintain it.
Across from him, Marshal Joffre was also terrified and tried to console him, "Fuck, you've done very well. Even if I were in your position, I wouldn't dare claim to have done better than you.
While you managed to save four thousand men, your other two companions were completely wiped out."
"Gah..."
Farkle Wood stopped crying, blinked, and asked, "Are they all gone?"
"Hoven Xavier surrendered, voluntarily. If he hadn't surrendered any later, he would have died. Most of his men were killed, and less than two thousand were captured."
"So cruel?"
"Is this considered cruel? You don't know the misery of the Slavs.
Because of provoking Roy, Duke Aquinas Graham had his neck broken by him.
The Knights of the Flame Hell, one of the ten great knight orders in the Old World, were completely destroyed, and hundreds of extraordinary knights were killed. Even if the Tsar provided enough resources for reconstruction, it would take at least hundreds of years.
But is it still necessary in this era?"
"So, the Knights of the Flame Hell are completely destroyed. This ancient knight order has been completely wiped out!"
"Those who died with them included tens of thousands of soldiers from the 113th Division. They didn't even take prisoners. The reason they were given was that the Slavs were burning, killing, and looting, and they had no humanity. They deserved to die."
Even Marshal Joffre looked serious when he said this: "That guy is using the Slavs to establish his authority!
But I have to say, the effect is good.
Everyone in the Old World knows that when that illegitimate child gets mad, he'll do anything! "
After hearing this, Fark Wood really felt much better. Although he also suffered heavy losses, his performance was quite impressive compared to his peers.
Marshal Joffre obviously knew his subordinate's nature and immediately said, "Don't worry, no one will dare to hold you accountable when you return.
Even His Majesty, after learning of your achievements, praised your outstanding abilities."
After hearing this, Fake Wood's mood became better, and it seemed as if the weather was turning from sunny to cloudy.
However, his thoughts turned, and he said with a bitter face: "Marshal, what should I do now?"
"The ship is ready at the Crab Island Fishing Port on the Silver Sea. You will board the warship and return home to recuperate."
"But is this matter just over?"
"Forget it? No no no, it's impossible to forget it?"
"So, the Empire has any subsequent plans?"
"You shouldn't know the details, but think about it, the original flower collar has already been coveted by others.
Now, with the appearance of the mana tank, isn't that making some people even more uneasy?"
Fark Wood's expression froze, as if he had thought of something, and asked, "Are you talking about those extraordinary methods?"
"I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything either. As for the follow-up, just wait and see.
Well, let's wait and see!"
"That's good, that's good!"
"Fark Wood?"
"Your Excellency Marshal, I'm here!"
"Live well, there is still a stage for you to show your talents in the country, so don't die easily."
"yes!"
…
Mirror of the King, the three emperors gathered together again and held another meeting.
But this time, they were not as calm as last time, but seemed quite irritable instead.
"Kill him, I must kill him, otherwise, I am not the Tsar! A bastard dares to challenge me, I want him dead! Die! Die, die, die!"
This was a roar from the Tsar, the sound waves were so loud that they even caused ripples in the space.
"How could the great Queen Victoria ever suffer such humiliation? She's just an ant, so I'll just crush her to death!"
This was a declaration from a noble lady, relatively plain, but the murderous intent in her tone seemed to fill the heavens and the earth.
Facing the outbursts of the two emperors, Bonaparte III lowered his voice. "I heard that the boy is quite powerful and has mastered several sacred skills. I'm afraid he won't be easy to kill."
"But even so, he's only at the fourth level. Facing a legendary warrior, he'll still die!"
"If one legend isn't enough, then two will do. If two aren't enough, then three will do. I don't believe he won't die."
“Vote.”
"I agree, Bonaparte III. What about you?"
"I agree, Bonaparte III. Don't make me regret helping you!"
"You've all said that, what else can I say?"
"Then move, everyone, move! I want to see how he can survive."
(End of this chapter)
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