My Empire

My Empire Chapter 95

2020-11-03

Chapter 95 95 Truth

"If I guess right, you are the missing Frenzberg archmage, right? ?" Standing at an ordinary distance that he thought was appropriate, Diderick pressed the long sword and asked Frenzberg coldly.

"It's me." Frenzberg nodded, admitted with a smile: "It's really not easy to meet the Great Knight of the Holy Demon Emperor here."

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"Can you tell me, a great magician, why would he fall for himself, give up the road to the top, and go to the forbidden realm to be in the company of mortals?" Diderick stared at Frenzberg and asked. road.

"Self-fallen? Ah, what an interesting word." Frenzberg laughed at himself, and then replied: "child, I don't think I'm falling for myself, I think I He is using another, more effective method to climb to his peak."

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

So he angrily took a step forward with the long sword: "You mean that you gave up the most noble position, gave up the lofty magic tower, and came to the mortal kingdom, where you are in nowhere. Where the magical atmosphere is, is it using a more effective method to climb to the top of the magic field?"

"Yeah! Is there anything wrong?" The smile on Frenzberg's face became even more intense: "I came here because there are things I am interested in and people I am interested in. It can be said that I am closer to those unreachable truths than before. I think."

He didn't wait for Didric to speak, then continued: "Speak frankly, the lack of magic here is really disturbing, but I think the price paid. It's worth it."

"Those...the weapons that shot down Dragon Knight were produced with your help, right?" Didric couldn't help but asked him what he was most interested in. The words come: "You are helping mortals! Right?"

"No no no! On the contrary! Mr. Great Knight! Mortals are helping me." Frenzberg said seriously: " In the realm of knowledge, the imagination and creativity of mortals are stronger than I thought. Maybe they do not understand magic, but they are creating an order and realm comparable to magic!"

"This That's why I'm standing here! Because what they're building is something completely new and totally different from magic!" Frenzberg extended the hand and made a grabbing motion: "You can imagine, The way we've been looking for, the way beyond, is in these Mortal Worlds!"

"What nonsense! You're just being bewitched by a swarm of ants! You even tried to learn from ants to defeat the giant dragon. Method!" Diderick still didn't believe what Frenzberg said, he thought what the other party said was simply a fantasy story, and he didn't want to believe what he had just experienced.

Pointing to a giant dragon crawling on the ground in the distance, Franz Berger argued with a smile: "Those giant dragons are now digested by ants, right?"

"You are provoking a Dragon Knight! Great magician!" With the long sword drawn from his waist, Didric's anger has spread. His armor was surrounded by a scorching flame, and the air around him began to twist.

Frentzberg didn't do anything, he didn't even waste the magic cold energy in his body, he just stood there so relaxed, as if the one standing in front of him was not a dangerous Dragon Knight, But like a three-year-old urchin.

But the mortals beside him were different. These people raised their revolvers and pointed their black muzzles at Didric and Yildor beside him. As if facing a great enemy, there is no meaning to relax at all.

Ildo spread his hands, made a move that didn't care about him, and then slowly backed away to the side, just the opposite of him, Diedrick suddenly strode forward, his body The flames converged on the empty left hand, looking even more dangerous.

"Bah! Bah!" Behind Frenzberg, the army soldier of the guard did not hesitate at all, and fired a series of shots at Diderick. The bullet whizzed past Frenzberg's side and rushed directly to the opposite target.

Didrick swung his long sword and was lucky enough to block a bullet that flew towards him. A fire star splattered from the bright, magical energy-encrusted sword, and a huge force that almost made him unable to hold the hilt came from his hand.

More bullets passed his long sword and hit his armor directly. Because of the blessing of magic defense, Didric was not immediately beaten into a sieve. But the huge impact was still transmitted to his body, forcing him to stop and stagger back.

What's going on here? The most dangerous big magician, why did he already lose before he started? With such a thought popping up in his mind, Didric fell to the ground before he could stand firm.

He touched his waist with his hand and found that blood had seeped out of the gap in the armor. The blood is still filled with a faint blue light, which looks really attractive.

Dispersing the Fireball in his hand and propping his body with his hands, Didric felt that his life was passing. He stared at Frenzberg unwillingly and shouted loudly: "The Holy Demon Emperor will definitely deal with you as a traitor..."

"Bah!" There was another round of intensive shooting on the opposite side. , this time the bullets hit Didric's body firmly. A bullet hit him right in the forehead, leaving a hole the size of a little finger there.

"Why don't you listen to me, it's a pity." Frenzberg walked towards Didric's body in a lonely way, sighing a little regretfully as he walked. When he was halfway there, he looked towards Ildo, who was standing beside him with his hands spread out, with a curious expression on his face.

"Youngster, you seem to be fighting alongside your Great Knight, why are you backing down?" Franzberg asked with interest, standing next to Didric's body .

"Me? I don't know either. I can't tell. I just think there is some truth to what you said." Ildo watched as Frenzberg added the magic on Diderick's body The liquid was turned out and stuffed into the pocket, didn't know whether to cry or laugh's replied.

"Oh? Then tell me, what's the truth of what I said?" Frenzberg was also interested, and instead of leaving immediately, he continued to ask.

"If these mortal weapons can shoot down the Dragon Knights of our Holy Demon Emperor country, then, is it possible that these weapons can also shoot down... the Eternal Empire..." Ildo stared at Fren Zberger seemed to want to see a positive answer in the eyes of the other party.

Frentzberg laughed, seriously for the first time, pointed to his head and exclaimed: "Good question! child! Good question! You are better than this stupid one. The guy is much smarter! At least you have your brains!"

"Aren't you afraid that we will send more soldiers to attack the forbidden area? If the Holy Demon Emperor uses its real power, Alanhill will It turned into hell overnight." Hildo felt that he was making a choice, a very difficult choice.

"Ninety percent of the battle strength of the Holy Demon Emperor is in the magical barrier to the west! This is the biggest secret that the Holy Demon Emperor has been hiding from mortals, of course, not now. ." Frenzberg pointed to himself: "I said everything! This is the biggest trump card that Alanhill dares to play against the War Saint Demon Emperor!"

"...You actually, actually Say it all! That's the truth of this world! How could you tell such an important thing to mortals?" 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 piece from his large robe. Metal cylinder.

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

"A standard bearing wrapped in magic! It can work for ten years without wear and tear!" Frenzberg explained: "The combination of mortal technology and magic, the first of Alanhill's magic industry A product!"

Ildo looked like I didn't understand what you said, shrugged his shoulders, walked to Frenzberg's side, and grabbed Didric's body: "I don't know what you're talking about, but our war isn't over yet... Let's wait for the wrath of the Holy Demon Emperor's revenge."

"Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't say it." Frenzberg gently patted his forehead and said, "Please go back to the Holy Demon Emperor now, and tell Joseph Bakarov, the highest consul in the east, that before the full-scale war, I have something to do with you. He negotiated!"

"So negotiated?" Looking at Didric's corpse lying at his feet, Ildo asked with a sneer.

"What I can guarantee is that if he doesn't do it, we will never do anything that would be detrimental to honor and violate diplomatic ethics." Frenzberg extended the hand, doing a desired action.

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

"no!" Franzberg Greg stuffed the magic supplement into his robe with satisfaction, denying as it should be by rights: "This is just a friendship between us, and has nothing to do with diplomacy."

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

(End of this chapter)