Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1680 The missing imperial experiment
It can be said that it was just a face-to-face meeting in one round, and Veltalon was completely defeated under Ozma's offensive, as fragile as an egg shell bumping against the corners of a stone.

"Father!"

The youngest council member of the empire, Alan Grande, panicked, desperately picking up rubble among the ruins, why did this happen, how did it happen.

The sacred relic hidden in the Golden Cathedral, the Holy Blade of the Angel, was actually smashed by Ozma in the sky, and the wind swept through the clouds and crushed it.

The resplendent and magnificent golden cathedral was built with unimaginable wealth, but now it is different from other rubbish when it collapses into ruins.

To put it lightly, the golden cathedral was defeated with three or two moves. God, did Michelle fight against such a terrifying enemy?

"Alan, run away... Ozma's attack on Veltalon is purely for historical reasons, you just leave."

Among the ruins and rubble, a ray of holy light shone. Bishop Hendrys' face was slightly distorted, his gorgeous robes were messy and torn, he coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden stubble was stained red, and he was still thinking about his son.

"Father!" Allen's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth but suddenly he couldn't speak. One of his father's cuffs was empty, and he was missing an arm. If it wasn't for his outstanding holy power, Ozma's blow Enough to kill it directly without leaving a trace.

"Run away, go to the Great Holy Hall for help, Yelin has disappeared, but Emperor Nian, Julong, Jianzong... are all in Hutton Mar."

Hendrys had already stopped the bleeding on his arm, and stood silently in the golden cathedral, which was brilliant and bright half an hour ago, his chubby body trembling.

Now he and Alan are in the same mood. He never thought that Lord Michelle had sealed such a terrible enemy for hundreds of years by himself.

If you don't experience it yourself, you only get information about the dark jihad in books. No matter how vividly you describe it, you can't let the clergy truly feel the darkness and despair of that era. The gap between them is really like a world.

I can only barely imagine how much the human beings living in that desperate age longed for the glory of the saint Michel, and were willing to follow him with their lives and regard him as a "god".

Any ray of light must be firmly grasped in the palm of despair.

Hendrys seemed to realize something and began to understand, but it seemed a bit late.

Arad has been at peace for too long, and the occasional war is not a fratricide between human beings. Under the crushing of absolute power, it is as ridiculous as playing a house.

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"The will of your generation is far behind that of my generation." Ozma spread his hands mockingly, standing proudly in the sky of Veltalen, looking down at the panic-stricken people below, feeling very Noisy.

"Back then, everyone wanted to hang my dead body on the cross to make atonement. What was burning in their eyes was fighting spirit, killing intent, and determination, while you... only had fear."

In the imperial palace, Leon was dressed in a gorgeous gown with gold and silver threads, embroidered with flying dragons flying in the sky. He sat quietly on the throne that symbolized the pinnacle of power, with a serious face, but his eyes were closed as if tired.

The most sensible choice at the moment is to abandon the city and wait for someone strong enough to kill him, such as the disappearing Yelin... But he is the emperor of the world, the king of a country, and he has an unyielding arrogance in his bones.

"Notify the Institute."

A dense crowd of pretenders surrounded the city in an impenetrable and disciplined manner, bringing a silent and terrifying atmosphere.

Most of the golden cathedral trusted by the people was shattered in one encounter, and the defensive magic circle collapsed. Others such as magic fighters and imperial knights were just silly jokes in front of Ozma.

Who will step forward and save Veltalon who is in despair.

"Ok?"

Ozma turned around slightly, and at the end of his line of sight, an astonishing beam of bright red light burst out suddenly, with fierce power, dyeing the sky red.

Roar!
The ground cracked, and a thick scaled sharp claw protruded out, hitting the ground heavily to raise smoke and dust, and suddenly flew high into the sky, thunder and thunder roared, attracting the attention of countless people.

dragon! ?

It is a mysterious creature with two necks and heads. Its ferocious dragon head is bright red like fire. Its huge body is covered with fine black scales. Its back is covered with cold metal barbs.

"It's a pity! This one has to be released. There are still some things missing. This guy is perfect." The director of the research institute with frantic eyes pressed another button, and the metal tank filled with tranquilizer slowly released the liquid.

Inside, there is one of the most outstanding research subjects so far.

The mechanical dragon is another research result of the empire. It can be regarded as an advanced version of the bull-headed mechanical king. The materials used are real dragon objects, as well as many alloys inscribed with magical power, and the driving energy is Terra Stone.

This is one of the trump cards of the empire. Due to the problem of raw materials, there is only one at present, and it has enough power to surpass the legendary realm, that is, the source level.

Ozma took the initiative to meet the mechanical dragon, and he wanted to wipe out their ridiculous hopes bit by bit in front of these humble and pitiful humans.

The darkness is like waves, and Ozma does not hide his demon figure. His body is a fusion thing, and his left eye is taken from another fallen Michelle. The trinity is unrivaled.

The two heads of the mechanical dragon spit out flames, and the stabs on its back echoed with the sky, calling out endless lightning and thunder, as if wrapping a world, it was amazing and spectacular, and shocked the silent watchers.

The Delos Empire does not believe in gods, four spirits, or some great people. What they pursue has always been the ultimate power that can be controlled.

It is "mastery", not "acquired" from whom.

"ridiculous!"

Ozma's stern, knife-sharpened face raised contempt, and he collided fiercely with the mechanical dragon, bathed in flames and thunder. He smashed the mechanical dragon with his bare hands, and exploded into a mushroom cloud in the sky. There are not many materials left.

"Dragon...slaying the dragon, ha ha." Ozma's eyes, one gold and one green, suddenly turned a little red, and the blood veins intertwined with the pupils. This thing touched some bad memories.

At this moment, Imperial Institute
The director, dressed in a robe and uniform, fell to the ground. There was a big hole in his chest, and his heart was empty... When he was dying, his face was extremely distorted, and his eyes were hard to close, as if he had seen something endlessly terrifying.

The experimental subject he had placed high hopes on was also the only near-perfect experimental subject, and brutally slaughtered the research institute as soon as it was released.

"Sure enough, that kind of experiment shouldn't be done...!"

boom!
Ozma landed heavily on the square in front of the Imperial Palace, and the flat ground cracked like a spider's web in an instant. His demonized body was about three times taller than a human's, and he coldly looked down at the terrified soldiers.

"After so many years, not much has changed."

As a symbol of a country, the palace is more or less repaired by each generation of monarchs, but the overall architectural style has not changed much. At least Ozma can still recognize the road and know how to get there.

Karenin and Leonit, who were in a ghostly state, followed together, looking at the majestic palace ahead with complicated eyes.

No one dared to stop him all the way, and the apostle's deterrence was enough to frighten most people, especially Ozma's demonic posture, which was very breathtaking.

The wide and flat square, the aisles full of flowers on both sides, the majestic palace... Ozma's footsteps finally stopped at the Royal Palace of Political Affairs, and he looked indifferently at the human beings standing inside.

While the decor has changed a lot, the overall location hasn't changed much.

"It's here..." Ozma murmured, and Weibucha sighed.

Worried about losing his position, the old lion slanders the loyal hound as a "jackal"!
Emperor Falmeria declared that the general Kazan intended to rebel, so he sent the magician Ozma to hunt him down. Ozma thought it might be a misunderstanding, so he still took the order to persuade Kazan and himself to make it clear to His Majesty .

But Kazan knew that the emperor was no longer the emperor, how could he just take off the crimes that were deliberately charged, after all, there is no excuse for accusations of crimes.

When Ozma and Kazan were fighting, a large number of troops suddenly rushed out and arrested the two. At that time, Ozma realized that this was a complete scam.

"My best friend, I have come to the palace of the empire again. I failed you at the beginning."

　Thanks to the boss "Qi Qi Qi Qi Feng" for the 500 point reward.

　　1000 point reward from "Flynn Ryder Knight".

　　The preheating plot has been slightly modified. Ozma and Kazan were suppressed by Alice in the palace.

　　The suffix for the Silent Screaming Crossbow...my Liz!Why, you don't even let your brother's woman go! — Ozma.

　　Falmeria, Ozma, and Kazan were originally supposed to be brothers with a good relationship, but one of them is the emperor and the other two are courtiers.

　　However, in the plot after eating the book, in order to highlight the tragedy of Ozma, not only the brotherhood is deleted, but the image of Falmeria has also become an ugly and fat man. (To be honest, Leon's image is a hundred times more handsome than him)
　　In Lan Yuan's manga, as well as in the official short film cg a long time ago, Falmeria is a 50-year-old man with a serious face and a scheming heart. He is not handsome, but at least he is not ugly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)