Chapter 801: Live broadcast

"I said... are you a little too happy?" The elf queen Andrea, who was sitting on the other side of the rostrum, stood up and stared at the assassin not far behind her with contempt. .

The moment the assassin saw the Elf Queen, he felt as if he had been hit by freezing magic, and he even became cautious in his breathing.

A magician may look down on a mortal in his bones, even if this mortal is the emperor of a huge empire, even if this mortal is an emperor who has defeated countless magic empires!

But a magician cannot underestimate another magician who is stronger than himself. Regardless of age or magical attainments, Andrea is standing here, a mountain that these puppet empire magicians cannot surpass.

"Suddenly!" The gunshots in the hall still echoed. Another assassin who tried to resist was hit by countless bullets from all directions. He screamed and fell to his seat.

"Protect Your Majesty!" Carl threw off his cloak, jumped onto the podium, and stood right in front of the gunpowder smoke.

Joining him on the podium was Grand Duke Sumorai of Ironforge. This dwarf wears a heavy armor no matter where he goes, and today is no exception.

The smoke on the stage gradually dissipated. At this time, everyone could see clearly that in front of Chris's podium, there was a huge and unusually heavy magic circle.

The flashing light of this magic circle is very soft, as if it is pregnant with a magical energy that can swallow any attack.

Chris stood intact behind this huge magic circle, smiling at the chaotic crowd below the stage.

Then, he tapped the microphone in front of him twice, and found that the microphone was still usable, he coughed slightly, making the whole venue quiet instantly.

In fact, it really should be quiet, most of the assassins have been beaten into sieves, and the magicians who were held down by others have no chance to resist.

The old magician who was about to turn around, leaving chicly looked at Chris standing on the podium in surprise, shivering not knowing what to say.

According to his plan, Chris should have died at this time, he should be burned to death, and then his empire should also fall apart.

He was not the planner of this assassination, he just used his position to open a convenient door for these assassins.

That's why he is so confident, that's why he believes that everything he does is just and represents the demands of everyone in this world!

Because he knew that it was not only the remnants of the puppet empire who wanted to assassinate the emperor in front of him, but also the lunatic of Ailan Hill! Not only the devotees, but also the assassins of other magic empires!

The whole world is waiting for the emperor to die! Once the emperor died, everyone would be busy fighting for their own interests. This was the foundation of the old magician's self-confidence. He believed that no one would trouble Chris after his death.

Even, he will become the hero in the minds of these ghostly people! Being praised by others, deeds will always be circulated among the bardic population!

And he never thought about the consequences if this assassination failed, because in his opinion, with so many forces trying to assassinate an empire's emperor, the chance of success is very high!

However, he never expected that this time the assassination was unsuccessful, and he must now face a result he least wanted to face.

"Dang!" The heavy door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and Chris' super **** puppet clone came in with a group of soldiers wearing powered exoskeleton.

They surrounded all the magicians in the hall, and the black muzzle pointed at everyone unreasonably.

"Resume the live TV broadcast." After Chris tapped the microphone twice, he told the live broadcast cameraman who had forgotten to turn on the equipment on the other side of the podium: "I don't want my subjects to worry too much."

His words flowed into the photographer's heart like a warm current in the cold winter. The lucky photographer quickly turned on the equipment and started a new round of broadcast.

"I hope the new puppet empire... and you, Mr. Alderek Grand Archon, can give me a reasonable explanation." The magical defense barrier in front of Chris gradually drifted away, but the words in his mouth made Alderek feel cold. .

"You are a magician! You can do magic! You are a traitor among the magicians! You don't deserve to enjoy the glory! Shameful bastard!" The old magician in charge of the security check of the venue broke free and wanted to catch several magicians who wanted to come up to him , Raised his head and shouted loudly to Chris.

In his eyes, since Chris is a magician, he should not betray the entire magician group and become an emperor in a mortal empire.

"Look at what I found... a clown who is picky." Chris looked down at the podium, the old magician who kept swearing, still with a faint smile on his face.

As the victim of this assassination, he didn't mean to hate the assassins in front of him at all. Even, he was a little grateful to these poor creatures.

If it weren't for these naive idiots, choosing such a powerful time and coming for such a gorgeous assassination, Chris would not have a proper reason to attack the magic empire that was about to move.

It's all right now. As long as he takes advantage of the problem and makes good use of this assassination, he can let those who refuse to obey the orders to put away those disgusting little actions.

"Tyrant..." An assassin magician who was being held down tried to break free while loudly provoking.

"Puff..." A sharp sword pierced the wizard's chest. Carl drew out the sharp sword and walked to the next magician assassin who didn't shout anything.

"Spare!" The young magician wanted to pray for forgiveness, and the answer was still the magician's long sword. When the sword penetrated him, he let out a scream like a pig, echoing in the whole lecture hall, full of irony.

"Huh..." Carl flicked when he drew out the long sword, the bright red blood was thrown on the ground, and the red one couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"Execute the assassins in front of the global live broadcast?" A magician stared blankly at what was happening in front of him. The question in his mind seemed to be out of touch with reality: "Couldn't they interrogate these people and check behind the scenes? The black hand?"

"Now, we should talk about... the future of the puppet empire!" Chris moved his eyes away from the fallen magic assassins one after another, and looked at the new puppet empire magicians shrinking in the middle of the hall: "From now on... the new puppet empire... merge into Ailan Hill... who approves? Who opposes?"