My Empire

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the missing Archmage Frenzberg, right?" Standing at an ordinary distance that he thought was appropriate, Diderick held his sword and looked at Frenzberg. Grid asked coldly.

"It's me." Frenzberg nodded and admitted with a smile: "It's really not easy to see the great knight commander of the Holy Demon Empire here."

"Can you tell me why a great magician would fall for himself, give up climbing the road to the top, and go to the Forbidden Domain to be with mortals?" Didier stared at Frenzberg and asked.

"I'm willing to fall? Ah, what an interesting word." Frenzberg smiled self-deprecatingly, and then replied: "Child, I don't think I'm willing to fall, I think I'm using another A more effective way is to climb to the top."

Diderick froze for a moment, then thought he heard a very funny explanation. He didn't feel that Frenzberg was answering his question, he felt that the other party was playing with him as a fool.

So he pressed the long sword angrily and took a step forward: "You mean you gave up your best position, abandoned the lofty magic tower, and came to the mortal kingdom, where there is no magical atmosphere. Use a more effective method to climb the pinnacle of the magic field?"

"Yeah! What's wrong?" Frenzberg's smile even worsened: "I came here because there are things that interest me, and people who are interested in me, you can say, I'm closer to those unattainable truths than before. It's a feeling I couldn't even think of before."

He did not wait for Didier to speak, and continued: "To be honest, there is no magic here, which is really troublesome, but I think the price is worth it."

"Those... the weapons that shot down the dragon knight were produced with your help, right?" Didier couldn't help but asked what he was most interested in: "You are helping mortals! Right? "

"No, no, no! On the contrary! Mr. Grand Knight Commander! It is a mortal who is helping me." Frenzberg said seriously: "In the field of knowledge, mortal imagination and creativity are stronger than I thought. Maybe they don’t understand magic, but they are creating an order and realm comparable to magic!"

"That's why I'm standing here! Because what they are building is completely new and completely different from magic!" Frenzberg reached out his hand and made a grasping motion: "You can imagine , The way we have been looking for, beyond, is in these mortal worlds!"

"Nonsense! You were just bewitched by a bunch of ants! You tried to learn from ants how to defeat giant dragons!" Diderick still didn't believe what Frenzberg said. He thought what the other party was saying was nothing short of fantasy. He didn't want to believe what he had just experienced.

Pointing to a dragon that had died on the ground in the distance, Frentzberg smiled and argued: "Those dragons are now being digested by the ants, right?"

"You are provoking a dragon knight! Great Mage!" Withdrawing the long sword from his waist, Diderick's anger has spread. His armor was surrounded by a hot flame, and the air around him began to twist.

Frenzberg didn't do anything. He didn't even waste the magic coldness in his body. He just stood there so relaxed, as if standing in front of him was not a dangerous dragon knight, but a three-year-old urchin. same.

But the mortals beside him were different. These people raised the revolvers in their hands and pointed the muzzle of the black hole at Diderick and Eldo on the side. As if he was facing a big enemy, he didn't mean to relax at all.

Hildo spread his hands and made a move that didn't matter to him, and then slowly stepped back to the side. Contrary to him, Diderick strode forward suddenly, the flames on his body converging on his empty left hand. , It looks even more dangerous.

"Bah! Bah!" Behind Frenzberg, the soldiers of the Guards did not hesitate at all. They shot a series of shots at Diderick. The bullet whizzed past Frenzberg's side and rushed directly to the opposite target.

Diderick swung his sword, and luckily blocked a bullet that flew towards him. A burst of sparks spattered from the brightly entwined sword with magical energy, and a huge force that almost made him unable to hold the hilt of the sword came from his hand.

More bullets passed his long sword and directly hit the armor on his body. Because of the blessing of magical defense, Diderick was not immediately sieved. But the huge impact was still transmitted to his body, forcing him to stop and stagger back.

This is how the same thing? Why did the most dangerous great magician lose his hand before he did it? With such a thought in his mind, Diderick fell to the ground before he could gain a foothold.

He touched his waist with his hand and found that blood had leaked from the gap in the armor. The blood was still filled with a faint blue light, which really looked like a very attractive light.

After dissipating the fireball in his hand and supporting his body with his hands, Diderick felt that his life was passing by. He stared at Frenzberg unwillingly, and shouted loudly: "The Holy Demon Empire will definitely deal with you as a traitor..."

"Hey!" There was another round of intensive shooting on the opposite side, this time the bullets hit Diderick's body firmly. A bullet hit his forehead, leaving a hole the thickness of a little finger.

"Why don't you listen to me well, it's a pity." Frenzberg walked towards Diderick's body lonely, sighing a little regretfully as he walked. Halfway through, he looked at Ildo, who was standing on the side with his hands spread out, with a curious expression on his face.

"Young man, you seem to be fighting side by side with your great knight commander. Why did you flinch?" Standing next to Diderick's body, Frenzberg asked with interest.

"I? I don't know. I can't say it. I just think what you are saying has some truth." Ildo watched as Frenzberg turned out the magic replenisher from Diderick and stuffed it in. Pocket, dumbfounded, replied.

"Oh? Tell me, what's the reason I'm talking about?" Frenzberg was also interested, and did not leave immediately, but continued to ask.

"If these mortal weapons can shoot down the dragon knights of our holy demon empire, is it possible that these weapons can also shoot down... of the eternal empire..." Hildo stared at Frenzberg, seemingly hopeful. The other person saw the affirmative answer in his eyes.

Frenzberg laughed, smiled seriously for the first time, pointing to his head and boasting: "Good question! Child! Good question! You are much smarter than this stupid guy! At least you Bring your brain!"

"You are not afraid that we will deploy more soldiers to attack the Forbidden Demon Realm? If the Holy Demon Empire uses real power, Ailan Hill will become **** overnight." Ildo felt that he was making a Choice, a very difficult choice.

"Ninety percent of the combat power of the Holy Demon Empire lies in the magical barrier to the west! This is the biggest secret that the Holy Demon Empire has always concealed from mortals. Of course, it is not anymore." Frenzberg pointed to Himself: "I said everything! This is the biggest trump card for Ailan Hill to dare to fight the Holy Demon Empire!"

"... You actually said all this! That is the truth of this world! You told such an important thing to a mortal?" Ildo looked at Frenzberg in shock.

"Have you ever thought about it? What if the truth is not in the west, but in the east?" Frenzberg was silent for two seconds, and took out a small metal cylinder from his broad robe.

"What is this?" Ildo had never seen such a round and smooth metal cylinder, and asked subconsciously.

"A standard bearing surrounded by magic! It can work without wear for ten years!" Frenzberg explained: "The combination of mortal technology and magic, the first product of Ailan Hill Magic Industry! "

Ildo looked like you didn’t understand what you said, shrugged his shoulders, walked to Frenzberg’s side, and grabbed Diderick’s body: "I don’t know what you’re talking about, but Our war is not over yet...waiting for the revenge of the Holy Demon Empire."

"Oh, don't you say that I almost forgot." Frenzberg patted his forehead lightly, and said: "Please go back to the Holy Demon Empire now and tell the Supreme Archon of the East, Joseph. Bakaroff, before the full-scale war, I have something to discuss with him!"

"So discussing?" Looking at Diderick's body lying at his feet, Ildo asked with a sneer.

"What I can guarantee is that if he doesn't do anything, we will never do anything that harms honor and violates diplomatic morality." Frenzberg stretched out his hand and made a begging move.

"..." Glancing at Frenzberg, after holding on for a few seconds, Ildo felt that what he encountered today was really hell. He angrily took out his magic supplement liquid, and shot it in the hands of the robber Frenzberg: "This is what you call diplomatic morality?"

"No!" Frenzberg satisfactorily stuffed the magic supplement liquid into his robe, and naturally denied: "This is just our friendship, it has nothing to do with diplomacy."

After speaking, he paused, and then stopped Eldo, who was dragging the corpse into the distance: "Don't attack any mortal village! Otherwise, I will break your neck myself."