Magic Or Forbidden Curse? This Thing Is Called A Nuclear Bomb

Even the generals of the Langlot Empire were pale at this moment.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

He yelled like crazy.

The soldiers ran towards the barracks without looking back, crying and shouting as if they were about to receive an amnesty.

They were so fierce when they attacked, and so embarrassed when they retreated.

A cold wind blows.

Bring up the black ashes from the ground.

Dawn is approaching, and a ray of dawn falls on Ye Ren's face.

A young man with black hair and black eyes, the outline on his face is still ~slightly green.

But the soldiers of St. Antis just looked at him and breathed out - they didn't dare to take a breath -

He is a demon.

It wasn't just Langlot's soldiers who thought so.

Even the St. Antis army of our own people looked at Ye Ren with fear in their eyes.

"General Bartley, I'm here to bring you weapons."

Ye Ren turned his head and shouted in the direction of the barracks.

No one responded.

"General Bartley?"

After a while, the soldier mustered up his courage and said stiffly:

"General Bartley has passed out and is currently being treated for non-life-threatening injuries."

Ye Ren nodded calmly.

Then his body softened, and he fell headfirst to the ground.

When his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, Ye Ren felt a burst of elastic tenderness.

"Veronica..."

There was a weak whisper in his mouth, and then he lost consciousness.

The empress gently hugged Ye Ren, her movements were very gentle.

Everything is perfect except her princess hug looks weird.

"Did you just fall asleep?"

After the Empress checked Ye Ren's physical condition, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then a complexion appeared in his eyes.

He is just a mortal, working continuously for a day and a night with high intensity.

Then he ran to the battlefield and forced back Langlot's army.

The spirit has reached the limit, so he fell asleep directly after the danger was lifted.

"It's really hard work for you..."

I am very satisfied with you.

The lofty Empress showed a rare and gentle look in her eyes.

She looked at Ye Ren's sleeping face.

The more I look at it, the more I find it pleasing to the eye. When he wakes up, I will ask him again.

What happened to his magical alchemy weapon?

The soldiers of St. Antis were bewildered for a while on the battlefield.

Until someone muttered in doubt:

"we won?"

At this moment, people suddenly realized that the enemy troops in Langlot had retreated.

so.

"we won!"

Cheers rang out, and the soldiers hugged each other to celebrate the victory.

A victory without casualties is simply an incredible miracle!

the next day.

The chirping of insects by the lake awakened General Bartley.

He suddenly got up from the hospital bed:

"Langlot dog! Eat me... eh?"

General Langlot stared blankly at his bandaged body.

where am i

The subordinate found that he was awake, and told him excitedly:

"General, we have won!"

"?"

Winning, how is this possible, didn't I lose.

General Bartley scratched his head in bewilderment.

"General, thanks to the support you invited, otherwise... otherwise the line of defense would definitely fall!"

"Support? What support?"

General Bartley was even more perplexed.

Why don't I remember that there was support.

The subordinates have weird expressions:

"You went to find Mr. Ye Ren personally, please ask him to make alchemy weapons and help us win the victory, have you forgotten?"

General Bartley is not a fool, he understood the meaning of this sentence.

But, victory?

General Bartley looked at his subordinates with a dark face:

"Don't tell me it's because of that unreliable kid that let us hold the line of defense."

"Hey! You fainted at the time, let me tell you...that scene is really..."

The subordinates excitedly told what happened last night.

The more General Bartley heard it, the more outrageous it became.

Hastily reached out and interrupted his subordinates:

"Stop, stop, shut your mouth, still? The devil's flame..."

My fellow, I have never seen a flame as powerful as you say.

And it can burn people to ashes in more than ten seconds, what a joke.

And there's something even more outrageous...

People close to him suddenly died?

Why don't you tell ghost stories here.

General Bartley drove his subordinates out with a black face.

He thought, it must have been the empress who made the move last night.

-0 for flowers‥

no!

Her Majesty still has a curse on her body, and it is said that she will pay a terrible price every time she makes a move.

Thinking of this, General Bartley dragged his seriously injured body and ran out.

Coincidentally, Empress Yin was watching the scenery by the lake.

Seeing the Empress, Bartley knelt on one knee on the spot:

"My Majesty the Empress, you should die!"

"I failed your trust and fell on the battlefield..."

"It's useless to be a minister, Your Majesty, please punish the humble minister.

The Empress joyfully used her magic power to lift him up.

But I didn't expect that General Bartley was not finished yet.

He gritted his teeth and complained that if it wasn't for the priesthood college, it wouldn't help.

I definitely won't lose so badly.

He even complained that Ye Ren didn't take his words seriously.

"Your Majesty, if my soldiers and I have a handy alchemy weapon.

"Then we will never lose this war!"

Look at the way he swears.

The empress's beautiful eyes glanced slightly:

"You should know that Langlot's army has withdrawn. How do you think... how did we win?"

General Bartley was slightly taken aback.

Didn't you do it yourself?

wait...

Is not it?!

#B...

"It was Ye Ren who rushed to the battlefield yesterday and won the war with the alchemy weapon he made."

When Her Majesty the Empress said these words in person.

General Bartley felt like the sky was falling.

He kept calling it impossible dozens of times, and he didn't shut up until the Empress gave her a displeased look.

But he wrinkled his face, unable to accept:

"Really him? How did he do it?"

"Have you heard of...thermite incendiaries, and sonic grenades?"

General Bartley slowly made a question mark.

The empress raised her mouth slightly:

"I haven't heard of it either. It's a weapon he invented himself. It's incredible. 17

Bartley's eyes widened, oh my god, the Empress actually laughed just now?

What a nice view..

As expected of the Empress, even the gods are not as beautiful as Her Majesty the Empress.

"Have you seen the battlefield? General Bartley, go and have a look, that is... the power of hot weapons.".