Chapter 800: Assassinate

"Ah!" Finally, a female magician screamed in horror, because she saw the emperor of the Ailan Hill Empire being swallowed by the explosion, and she also saw the magician standing next to her, singing more powerful magic.

"Damn it, someone was assassinated!" The first thing the new puppet empire reacted was the senior magicians sitting in the first row of the auditorium.

The Grand Archon of Alderlake suddenly stood up from his position. He turned his head in astonishment and saw a figure holding his arm not far behind him.

"Why..." He asked subconsciously, but his questioning voice had long been drowned in the startled screams of other magicians.

"The tyrant is dead!" A magician condensed in front of him into a defensive magic barrier, excitedly shouting a slogan that he had wanted to shout, but had never dared to shout.

At this moment, he felt that he had done the greatest thing in the world. He successfully assassinated the emperor of the strongest empire in the history of Magic Continent!

"Go to hell!" he yelled loudly, madly. Among the countless magicians, his expression was even distorted because of his excitement, as if he were a demon.

The magicians sitting next to him subconsciously jumped from their positions and grabbed the assassin's magic robe. One of them rebuked with a trembling voice: "Stop! What have you done!"

"The tyrant is dead!" The magician was still shouting hysterically before being pushed down, as if venting the anger that was pressing in his heart: "I am the hero of this world! I did what you wanted to do. Things you dare not do! You dare not kill me! You dare not kill me! Hahaha!"

"Suddenly!" Not far away, an Alanhill Guards agent with live ammunition took up the weapon in his hand and fired the bullet at a magician who was about to release attack magic.

The magician fell down, and countless blood blossoms bloomed on his body. The magician didn't even have time to say a word, so he slammed on the magician who was holding his head around.

"Protect Your Majesty!" An Ailan Hill officer in charge of the scene command has collapsed. He waved his arms and yelled loudly, but his voice was not very noticeable in the chaotic scene.

"I made it! We made it!" A magician was inexplicably surprised in the crowd. He pushed aside the chaotic crowd and stared at the dusty podium: "The tyrant is dead! This world is free!"

"You don't need to be afraid anymore! He is dead! He can no longer threaten the world! Ahahaha!" He pushed away a magician who had recovered and was about to pounce on him, venting himself arrogantly. Joy.

Alderlake finally recovered his sanity at this moment. He suddenly turned his head and looked at his old friend who had already stood up beside him. His wrinkled face flushed with excitement: "It's you! Why? Do you want to do this?"

He has realized that mixing so many unidentified magicians and giving them the opportunity to attack is not an easy task.

If no one is in the middle to respond, or even cover these assassins, it is impossible for them to get such a good opportunity! And there are only so few people in the new puppet empire who can provide cover for so many assassins at the same time.

Since it's not Alderlake himself, the person who is most suspicious is the archon who is in charge of the security check of this speech!

The magician in charge of the security inspection of the new puppet empire magician looked at Odlek with a smile on his face, and spread his arms: "I'm sorry old friend, I have failed your trust... You just have to kill me now. , You can give everyone an explanation!"

"Explain? Don't you understand? We are all going to be buried for your madness! Ailan Hill will kill all of us!" Alderlake tremblingly pointed at each other with his fingers, shouting loudly: " You will let the whole world be buried for your madness!"

"Hahahaha! You are wrong! Alderlake, no one will be buried for this! Except me!" The old magician cried with joy, "Those short-sighted mortals who fight for power and gain will only fight for the birth of Ellen Hill. Power! The entire empire will soon be carved up! Perhaps, now, Ailan Hill... no longer exists!"

"You can even hear the sound of the collapse of the empire built by the dead tyrant! Come on! Kill me, and the new puppet empire will live forever in the destruction of the Ailanhill Empire!" He motioned to Alderek to kill him. , There is no meaning even to resist.

"Crazy man! You crazy man!" Alderek gritted his teeth, wishing to swallow this old friend alive.

"Someone has to do this kind of crazy thing! My old friend!" The magician laughed loudly: "Fortunately, I succeeded! We no longer have to bow down to a mortal! This This is what this world is like!"

"From now on, all magic empires are free! Our future is in our own hands!" He spread his hands and turned a little bit, as if enjoying the chaos on the scene.

"The tyrant is dead!" Another magician shouted a slogan before being smashed into a sieve by bullets. He fell in a pool of blood and knocked down a chair. The magicians who had been sitting next to him had already given up a long distance.

The TV broadcast continued, and the stern battle alert had echoed in the barracks of the Southwest Army Group.

"Your Majesty was assassinated!" After the TV signal was cut off, a regained officer suddenly jumped from his position.

"Damn!" Hearing the battle alert of an emergency assembly, many people grabbed the uniforms on the hangers and rushed to the door of their office.

Countless soldiers rushed out of their barracks, a pair of leather boots trampled on the ground, making a dull noise.

One neat queue after another was pieced together silently, and the cry of vaguely has spread.

The officer with tears on his face stood in front of the sobbing queue, and the whole team loudly cried: "Stand at attention! All have... Revenge for the Emperor!"

"Vengeance!" Countless voices echoed on the school field, and the air was filled with desperate grief.

"If your majesty really...everyone will be buried with him!" While muttering, he grabbed the phone and found that the barracks commander who had been busy with the phone rudely slammed the phone receiver back onto the phone. .

Then, when he wanted to contact the headquarters, he grabbed the phone again. He was waiting, waiting for an order, an order to completely destroy an empire——

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