Don't confiscate my citizenship

Agnello's fingers were holding the microphone of the magic device, and he didn't know whether to loosen it or continue to hold it tightly until his knuckles turned white.

His chest seemed to be pressed down by a heavy stone, and it seemed a little difficult to breathe.

This bright space, this office that was supposed to bring him peace of mind, instantly turned into a closed cage that he still couldn't escape from, sealing him in more clearly.

It should obviously be connected to the communication line in the imperial capital.

Such a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other side?

Thoughts were racing in Agnello's mind.

How could the dedicated communication line between Snowfield Province and the imperial capital Herom be occupied by someone else?

Could it be that the entire imperial capital and the entire front line have fallen into the hands of the enemy?

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

It must be his illusion!

Agnello's eyes flashed with horror like a trapped beast, wanting to see the truth clearly.

Panic spread in his heart, and he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly, but trying to stay calm: "Which officer of the Imperial Defense Department are you?"

"We just met, did you forget my voice so quickly?"

The other person is still relaxed and relaxed, with a little smile.

The words of confirmation hit Agniello's heart like a heavy hammer.

Agnello's reaction was already very quick, but it was obviously still a step too slow.

He wanted to evacuate this closed space and further escape from the strange city of Bonn, but the moment he was about to let go of the microphone, a violent paralysis hit him like a thunderbolt and spread to his whole body in an instant.

Are there any traps in the Governor's office? !

When Agnello was in panic and wanted to mobilize his magic power, another indescribable feeling of heaviness and sluggishness surrounded him, as if a bird that was about to flap its wings suddenly fell from the sky and turned into a mountain, crushing him. On your body!

He tried to struggle, but his body was fixed in place, and even a small step seemed extremely difficult.

A deep blue light began to shine through the walls of the entire office, which was a symbol of the military's magic-forbidden barrier, and the accompanying city defense barrier's suppression effect on thugs committing crimes in the city-state.

At the same time, poisonous gas began to pour into the ventilation ducts in the room.

Even though the Holy Son of Annihilation held his breath for the first time, he felt that his body began to become weak and his vision was psychedelic.

The space seemed to be compressed and collapsed, and the air became thin, almost squeezing the life out of his body.

Agnello already understood at this moment that he had fallen into a big trap.

Under normal circumstances, the top people in a local province are only a few sixth-level people, and even fifth-level people are very few, and they are not worthy of his attention at all. But at this moment, he fell into such a cage, and it was extremely dangerous!

His face was pale, his eyes were full of anxiety, and a trace of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

Agnello tried hard to keep himself awake, but every cell in his body seemed to be telling him that this might be a desperate situation from which he could not escape.

As the double barrier was fully formed, the door of the governor's office was violently pushed open. The high priest of the Nirvana branch had disappeared, and only the provincial elite led by Viscount Kingston walked in.

The heavy footsteps made by pairs of soles on the luxurious carpet, like the footsteps of the god of death, echoed in the magnificent governor's office. The oppressive feeling given to Alone was more terrifying to him than the restraint of the forbidden magic barrier.

What rushed in were several heavily armed provincial fighting elites. They were already prepared. Their eyes were deep and they looked soulless, just like the demon warriors on the ancient battlefield.

In order to fight against the Specter, the elite forces of the entire province were assembled and conducted a short-term training under the guidance of Lan Qi. Subsequently, Char continued to transmit the Governor's tactics and combat concepts as a guide, and has now become a mature extermination force.

These few people summoned by Viscount Kingston are all captain-level fifth-level warriors.

Wearing masks, they did not wait for Agnello to have any chance to explain, and launched an offensive without saying a word. A light warrior suddenly rushed forward, his fists rushed towards Agnello's chin, and several other heavy warriors quickly grasped his fists. With ice spikes, it surrounded Agniello, and no movement was redundant.

The sharp ice spikes they hold in their hands are flowing with deep black curse marks. They are not natural ice, but military magic tools, which have powerful silencing and freezing effects.

Although the paralysis effect on Agnello's body had just been lifted by his purification, it was suppressed by the barrier. Even the flow of magic power and the casting speed were slowed down several times. The poisonous gas in the room also continued. He struggled to use his Combat instinct avoided the sneak attacks of the light warriors, and he tried to use his ability to resist with a starting spell, but compared with those heavy warriors in full condition, he was like a cartwheel beast being rounded up by elite hunters at the moment, fragile!

A heavy warrior rushed towards Agniello first, holding ice spikes in an attempt to pierce his limbs. Agniello was not to be outdone and his movements were limited, but he could still mobilize the most basic magic power and quickly conduct it to his wrists. When it was about to come into contact with his wrist, a strong explosion instantly bounced away a circle of heavy warriors.

In an instant, Agniello tried to summon his magic power, and dark gray flames surged out from under his feet, trying to burn away the enemy's blockade.

However, such a difficult spellcasting seemed extremely slow in the eyes of the enemies. They did not have the slightest fear or fear. One of them quickly held a shield in his left hand and a stick in his right hand, aiming at Agnello, trying to overwhelm him to the ground.

The other two heavily armored warriors had already surrounded him from the flanks. They were not afraid of pain and injury, and the ice spikes in their hands quickly pierced Agnello like poisonous snakes!

Agniello was flanked and once again used magic power to try to bounce away the group of warriors. In an instant, his already heavy feet were pulled hard. It turned out that another warrior had thrown an anchor with a chain when he wasn't paying attention. Hooked his feet firmly.

The light warriors approached again, and were not in a hurry to take action. Instead, they used the restraints of their companions to find opportunities to prepare a fatal blow to Agniello or to continue to interfere.

"You bastards!!"

Agnello roared, and the gray flames on his body formed a shield like a tornado to resist the enemy's demon-sealing ice spikes that were about to move.

But the Guards had already planned every step with discipline.

One of the light warriors suddenly increased his speed and rushed towards Agnello. He clenched the ice spikes with both hands as if he was about to die, and suddenly wanted to pierce Agnello's eyes.

Agnello had to avoid this stab in order to save his eyes.

However, before he had time to focus his blurred vision, a heavy warrior suddenly attacked from behind.

The tall and cold figure skillfully and quickly hit Agniello on the back of the head with a blunt instrument, making him feel dizzy. Then there was a heavy warrior wearing a finger tiger on the side, with a scarlet bloodthirsty light in his eyes. With a roar, he hit Agnello with a heavy uppercut in the stomach, making his whole body seem to be broken by the fist!

There are four chapters today, and two chapters are still being revised. They will be completed before 9:30.