Red Alert: Calamity Era

She has waist-length black hair and a very feminine face. There are two pairs of retracted black wings behind her. She is about two meters tall. She is tall in humans, looks very tall, and her figure is also exquisite. Very coquettish.

It can be said that the angel of death is a perfect creature created by the mastermind.

But... beauty is beautiful, but when I think of Amon's body shape as a demon, this beauty is a little weird.

At that time, Amon used a male body, but now it has become a beautiful female angel of death.

Although the race of Moneta has no gender, does, and is biased towards motherhood, the concept of preconceivedness is also applicable to Li Meng.

Upon arriving at the viewing platform, Amon knelt on the ground not far in front of Li Meng, and whispered, "Master."

Looking at Amon who was kneeling on the ground, Li Meng asked, "What's the matter?"

More than 80 years have passed since the surrender of the Demon Race. In these 80 years, these proud Demon Race lords have long been trained by Li Meng very well.

Looking up, Amon looked at Li Meng with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said with a firm expression: "Master, we have been vases by your side for 83 years. We don't want to be so idling. Now the heresy court is dominated by Banshee Wingmen. In control, we hope that the master can give us the nun’s church, and we also want to contribute to the master.”

vase……

Li Meng had never thought about his existence, the Angel of Death thought so.

Picking up the wine glass filled with red wine on the table and taking a sip, Li Meng said calmly, "Amon, is it okay to be by my side?"

There was a slight timidity in her eyes, but Amon did not avoid Li Meng’s gaze. She said firmly: “Master, our angel of death should become the cornerstone of the empire, not an ornament. Even if we are not with the master, our hearts The soul belongs to the master."

Withdrawing her gaze from the book in her hand, Hu Yue glanced at Amon with a slightly unexpected look.

For so many years, since the founding of the Black Flag Empire, no one has ever asked the owner for rights, and Amon was the first.

What will the master do?

Withdrawing her gaze from Amon, Hu Yue looked at her master calmly.

Putting down the wine glass in his hand, looking at Amon, Li Meng said, "Although you have very strong powers, your number is not many, so far, there are only a hundred. This is the reason why I have not let you go. You do not want to. When it comes to the whole vase, I don’t force it. If you want to control the nun’s church, I can give it to you, but the nun’s church is not suitable for you. I can arrange other places for you..."

After thinking for a while, Li Meng groaned: "Well, you have combat experience. I will give you a legion establishment. You can build your own army. I remember that you also have a lot of industries in the duny world. I also think about funding. Let the Spirit Language Enterprise help you, whether you want to expand outward or develop within the empire, whatever you want."

Speaking of this, Li Mengyang waved his hand and said, "Go."

Talking slightly, Amon stopped talking, but in the end he still didn't say anything, got up and retreated.

Seeing Amon leaving behind, Hu Yue shook her head, Moneta has always been shrewd, how can she be so reckless at this time.

Putting the book in his hand aside, smiling slightly, Hu Yue snuggled against Li Meng and hugged Li Meng's arm.

She whispered: "Master, they are also kind and want to contribute to the empire. If the master feels that the Crystal Palace is a bit empty, I will choose some beautiful fox girls in the territory to accompany the master."

At what Hu Yue said, Li Meng laughed dumbly, squeezed Huyue’s nose in love, and said, "Come on, I can't bear it with such a tempting fox like you. How can I get a few more? ."

With a coquettish smile, Hu Yue hugged Li Meng's arm tightly and melted into her soft breast.

This made Li Meng scream in his heart, and grabbed Hu Yue's small waist, hugged that graceful body into his arms, and began to bully Hu Yue.

In the middle of the Crystal Palace, in the courtyard of the Angel of Death...

"Snapped……"

With a crisp sound, Moneta's slap slapped Amon's face fiercely.

A red mark suddenly appeared on the white face.

In the courtyard, in front of Moneta, Amon knelt on his knees, silent.

In the courtyard, it is not only Moneta, Amon, and six other slim figures.

They are all waist-length black hair, with a feminine face and a slender figure. They wear a black dress with a pair of black wings behind them.

Looking at Amon who was kneeling on the ground, the expressions on their faces were different.

Their mother was angry, and everyone could perceive this from Moneta's face.

Looking at Amon, who was kneeling on the ground with an ugly expression, Moneta said angrily: "We are the one that the master gave us. We can't ask for it if the master doesn't give it to us. What are you doing? You think you do Right?"

Speaking of this, Moneta was anxious, raised his slap, and wanted to fight again.

But in the end, Moneta still did not fight...

The slender figure sat on the seat behind her, and Moneta rubbed her forehead sadly.

Amon was so reckless, he even asked the owner for rights, although the owner did not refuse, he gave a legion organization.

But at this time they were no less exiled by their masters, fending for themselves.

Looking at Amon, who was kneeling on the ground with his head down, and then at the children around him who were still talking, Moneta said: "I know you are in a hurry, but how long is it? In our long years, Is it a long time in 1983? But in 1983, you can't wait anymore, Amon, you have always been shrewd, why are you so reckless this time?

Is she wrong?

She may be wrong, but Amon doesn't regret the right to form a legion, she thinks it is worth it, even if it is exiled, hated by the master, and forgotten by the master.

Because Amon believed that this was only temporary, as long as the Death Angel Legion had enough achievements in the future, the owner would remember them and forgive them.

The mother was angry, and Amon knew that she had better not refute her mother now, otherwise, it would only make her angrier.

With a helpless sigh, Moneta waved: "Go, you go to serve the master tonight, I don't care what you do, you must go to the master's bed tonight..."

"Mother, this..."

Amon looked stunned, slightly flustered.

She was puzzled and said in fear: "Mother, I am not Hattor, Isis, I have no such experience, and... what the master says will never be taken back, even if I go to serve the master tonight, this can change what?"

With a calm expression, Moneta undoubtedly said: "This can't change anything, but this is a silent apology, silently asking the owner for forgiveness. If the owner accepts you, it means that the owner has forgiven you and forgave us. If we don’t accept it, then we can only leave the Crystal Palace, and we will be stocked and ignored by the owner for hundreds or even thousands of years."

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