My Empire

Two f-15 fighter jets outside the windows escorted the far end of this royal airliner, and under the wings are slender and sharp aim-120 air-to-air missiles.

The golden eagle emblem gleamed in the sun, and Chris leaned on his position and slowly closed his eyes.

Luther waved his hand gently, and the two deputy ministers immediately retreated. Luther took the blanket from the flight attendant behind him and gently covered it on Chris.

"Luther, do you think I am cold-blooded?" Chris did not open his eyes and asked Luther who covered him with a blanket.

Although Chris was determined to take **** revenge on the demons in the other world, he still had no determination in his heart.

This is why, from just now until now, he has been tapping his handrail with his fingers.

Luther leaned slightly and replied naturally: "No, your kindness and grace are everywhere... It is precisely because of your infinite love for your subjects that you have buried such a strong hatred in your heart."

"Actually I am not as good as you said, Luther." Chris still didn't open his eyes: "I let the soldiers go to the front to fight, and always give them an explanation. They didn't go to the devil for themselves. , They are for the justice in their hearts."

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"Well, now everyone has seen the order from the Supreme Command of the Expeditionary Force." Burrison stood in front of several of his platoon leaders with a solemn expression, and said, "Did you see the name of the order signed on it? "

"Yes, sir! This is the order of the emperor!" A platoon exhaled and said, "Since it is the order of the emperor, then we have no mental burden."

"Prepare the soldiers for action." Burrison waved to all the officers in front of him, indicating that they could each return to their troops: "Give me 10 minutes."

He didn't let anyone follow him, but walked back to the intersection in front of the town step by step.

The demon officer was still standing there, waiting for his end. Burrison walked step by step, and the iron boots on the heavy power exoskeleton stepped on the soft dirt road with a muffled noise.

Holding the weapon, his hands even trembled slightly. When he stood in front of the demon officer who looked young but was not necessarily younger than him, he felt that his vocal cords were not dry. There was a sound.

However, he still opened his mouth and said what he wanted to say through the microphone beside his mouth in the calmest possible voice.

The voice heard in the ears of the demon on the opposite side, and it was not very pleasant: "Sorry, I just received the order that our army will attack this town. You now have ten minutes to take people out of here. You You can retreat to the east. My people will not pursue you in the next day. If you insist on staying here, then I will be ordered to fire on you and all the demons behind you."

"What do you mean? You told me just now..." The demon's face became pale because of unknown reasons. He pointed to the Elanhill Heavy Grenadier behind Burrison with a twisted face. Full of bitterness.

Once, his ancestors were the victors. They could wreak havoc on the Magic Continent, and they were about to defeat those poor natives who hadn't made progress for thousands of years.

But now, they are the one destroyed by the war. Those enemies who had tried their best to stop them from advancing, actually stood at their doorstep and asked them to get out of their homeland where they had lived for thousands of years.

Regardless of the angle of view, this is a kind of irony, a kind of black humor that makes people feel absurd.

So he wanted to emphasize once again, and emphasize his position once again: "I am only standing here by the order of the demon king..."

"I'm sorry, sir! If you insist on wasting your time here... then you'd better find a weapon now! When I come back, you can use it to tell me your dissatisfaction." Burrison slapped coldly. Cut off the other party's words.

Then he stepped back two steps, seeming to think of something again, and added: "Also...what is the order of the demon king, that is your business! I only know that next, I will execute the emperor's order command!"

"Leave your people here! Don't look back!" The demon officer saw Burrison returning to his starting position step by step, and his face was stern and commanded to the female succubus who returned to him: "As far as you can go, just Go as far as you can."

"How far can we old, weak, sick and disabled?" The succubus snorted miserably, and his overly seductive face was full of unwillingness: "What are these bastards? The source of magic is the only truth in this world... "

"You better go quickly! We probably don't have much time left." The demon officer didn't even look at the succubus next to him: "They said 10 minutes. I don't know how long these 10 minutes are, but It’s impossible to stay for too long."

He had already seen that the human weapons and equipment in the distance had begun to be activated. Just from the sound of those equipped engines, you can hear that the other party is obviously coming.

So the demon also turned around, squeezed into the crowd, and finally took a wooden stick and walked back to the intersection of the town.

This was the best weapon he could find. At this time, he missed the saber that he had given to others very much.

As the only warrior here, he stood there like this, the armor on his body lit up with a dazzling light. He was leaning on the wooden stick, behind him were countless demonic civilians, and in front of him was the human grenadier who was preparing to attack.

He didn't know how his ancestors enslaved those who had failed on the magical continent. He only knew that at this moment he was full of grief and anger. He had never thought that he would surrender to the enemy, let alone. , The enemy will refuse his surrender...

"Long live the source of magic." He muttered silently in his heart, and then a crazy smile appeared on his face.

"Let the artillery fire... They don't seem to be planning to retreat." Burrison end exhausted his entire strength and gave the order to attack.

In the next second, the cannonball filled with hatred fell in the devil's town, Burrison's eyes were covered by an explosion, and it seemed that everything became no longer real.

Along with the violent explosions, a figure carrying a wooden stick rushed towards them, Burrison relaxed a little, took up his weapon, and faced the lone figure.

Behind a figure is full of flames; behind a man is full of steel.