Chapter 1333 Cold sense of humor (first update)

In the early hours of this morning, an armored hovercraft landed on the castle apron. Victor von Doom, the regent of Latvinia and the ruler of the Balkans, was surrounded by the Praetorian Guards and soldiers of the First Secret Regiment. Go down the ramp hatch. Next to the spacious apron, groups of soldiers of the First Secret Regiment stood in the moonlight, all equipped with standard equipment such as void combat uniforms and laser rifles. As a symbol of trust, the flag of the ancient Roman army was presented to him by the emperor. The golden eagle sculpture stood on the cane, together with the dark green cloak and golden ribbon of the Vladimir family, constituted the ruling jurisprudence from the emperor's authority. . Victor von Doom walked to the front of the array and held out the golden Eagle flag to the leading officer.

The warm ocean breeze is blocked by the mountains, and the dry cold air puffs up the robe.

The giant castle looked like a giant in the shadow under the thin moonlight. The light from the gorgeous rose window slightly dispelled the cold. The dim light and light reflected from the satellite illuminated a bush planted next to the castle. The castle is still brightly lit, and the air defense equipment in the surrounding areas of Latvinia operates around the clock. About three minutes later, a squadron took off vertically from the Royal Castle apron. The air flow set off by the vector engine swept through the entire royal castle square like a tornado. War engine battle groups tens of meters high stood around the castle. These war beasts cast silent figures, looking down at everything like Titans.

Constantine, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, was waiting for the regent by the tarmac.

It wasn't until the squadron took off, leaving only a long string of points of light in the sky, that he stepped forward and stood side by side with the regent. In the cellar where the Vladimir family once dug and stored their treasures, the shield generator set was still humming under the guard of the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment. The power plant was placed directly under the protection of the Praetorian Guard, all to make the castle resistant to nuclear strikes and air strikes. Especially when NATO may launch air strikes across the entire territory at any time, Latovinia's military force, although elite, is scarce in number, and the importance of ensuring elite manpower has been raised to the highest level.

However, these have little to do with what Victor von Doom wants to do. He only needs to ensure that the commander of the Guards has not missed any military forces and personnel that must be monitored, and to ensure that all power changes can be completed smoothly, and that Possible casualties are minimized. "All important people and important facilities have been protected." Constantine whispered. Compared with the brass-colored power armor of the knights, the power armor of the Praetorian Guards is like pure gold. The exquisite reliefs and perfectly cut gems depicting stars, beasts, raptors and thunder are even more brilliant in the moonlight. "No one will be hurt." , and no one will escape.”

"I hope so. This shouldn't happen now, he's in too much of a hurry." Vidocker von Doom sighed inconspicuously. "We can't explain to him that the political situation needs stability, production needs time, and education needs to be gradual. He knows it all, how could he not know it. I admit the need to deconstruct the bureaucracy, and he also hates the shortcomings of the military government, but We must meet his demands. Without the army, we cannot control this land and nationalist militias will keep popping up like cockroaches."

"The predators are still watching us. We can't stop. Stopping means destruction." Constantine's face, which was covered by his helmet and visor, had no expression, just like the metal mask on his skin. "The virtue of law is the beautiful vision he promised these people, but the value of virtue comes after survival. If humans can still have a future, then any crime committed for survival can be forgiven, and we will be spurned because we do Doing things that others don't want to do, so that they can survive. I talked to Victoria Hand, and when she finishes studying Kama Taj, she should be able to understand what kind of enemy we are really facing. ”

Victor von Doom recalled his conversation with the Emperor in the hut. Before the emperor was born, he was once the most knowledgeable and wise person in the entire Karma Taj besides the Supreme Master. However, as proud as he was, he had to put down his self-control in front of the emperor's grand vision and careful plan, because the emperor revealed the future to him. Latvinia was not important at all. However strong the regent's attachment to this land, it was only a starting point.

A social experiment, a factory used to produce the supplies the Emperor needed to wage war. Factories do not need humanistic feelings, only efficiency. Without efficiency and output, there are no weapons to use to defend against foreign enemies. The emperor looked at the land with cold eyes, estimating the input and output. Things without value would be discarded, while things with value would be kept. Victor von Doom had to admit that this was correct. way of doing things.

"On this land, blood flows senselessly."

The regent squinted his eyes and looked at the war engine battle group in the distance.

Latvian civilians love these war engines so much that every day many of them take pictures with the biggest guys outside the blockade, and even if circumstances don't allow, they will take photos of the one-man mechs patrolling the roads. These war engines give them a sense of security in the most intuitive way. A bright flame hovered high in the sky, but the air defense system did not lock on it. It was the emperor's messenger. The regent had seen the Thirty-Seventh Demonic Pillar Phoenix several times. Sometimes the mission given by the emperor was so secret that the regent still couldn't fully know it. Perhaps Constantine knew, but Victor von Doom did not intend to ask, but he still collected a book of poems written by Phoenix and planned to put it in a museum and print it for free.

"Everything will have to be liquidated after the plan is completed, and the period of military rule will become a thing of the past. The Praetorian Guard will be the caretakers of that future. Only you have the ability to maintain his vision, otherwise how could he teach you So many skills that are only valuable in peacetime. This is the embodiment of humanistic thinking, his true desire."

“I just finished reading about seaweed farming techniques and essentials for making seaweed cookies.”

Victor von Doom glanced over, unsure whether Constantine's response was a joke. After a while, he was convinced that the Guard Commander was serious, and he decided that seaweed agriculture could feed a large group of people, so he planned to study it in depth as an extracurricular interest. Constantine also told Victor that he actually raised a tropical fish in the Obsidian Tower of the Eternal City as a preliminary study for the next research topic, and the monarch also encouraged him to do so. Sometimes Victor von Doom had to suspect that these behaviors of the Praetorian Guards were actually the result of the emperor's cold sense of humor. He was sure that raising tropical fish was not for any project, but to give Constantine more human nature.

"I will keep some beautiful things." The regent curled his lips, and the tacit understanding of collaborators could not help but respond, "He needs someone to remind him why he is fighting. Such as Monet, such as Michelangelo, such as Leonardo da Vinci... Don’t worry, I don’t need your help with this kind of thing. What is he doing now?”

"According to the schedule... in another hour and fifteen minutes, he will arrive at Karma Taj. Now he is accompanying the Witch at the Oxfordshire Manor." Constantine said expressionlessly. He shook his head, "This is very important for the next plan. Although I am not optimistic about it. The uncontrollable risks are too high, but I still think that his choice may not be wrong. The weapons used by the witch are all external. Created by a dimensional spiritual entity, I am concerned for his safety. The last time we fought an outbreak of sewer vampire plague in London, it proved that the beings behind the Veil will take any opportunity to harm him."

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