Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1781 The Rage of the Rich Woman

The proprietress of the Celia Chamber of Commerce turned out to be an extremely powerful person. Her behavior resembled that of the Chaos Apostle Ozma. She shattered it with a slap and then rebuilt the city wall of the imperial capital not long ago. By the way, she appeases the disaster elf Palu Meru.

When this major and unfavorable news reached Leon's ears, he crushed the armrest of the throne angrily, so angry that he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The Celia Chamber of Commerce has been secretly supporting the actions of the rebels, and Leon knows about this.

At first, I just thought that war windfalls are easy to get rich, and the starting item of the Chamber of Commerce is recovery potion, which is normal.

However, through continuous and in-depth investigations, it was discovered that the cooperative relationship between the chamber of commerce and the rebel army was far more than a simple "business partner" on the surface.

Fighting is burning money. One of the reasons why the rebel army with no source of income has suddenly changed from a "thief and bandit" to an "army" in just a few years is the strong support of the Celia Chamber of Commerce.

Celia gently touched Palumel's small head, and the latter rubbed his big red eyes from crying, wary of anyone except Celia.

This little guy is somewhat similar to Ice and Snow Queen Rose, an elemental elf bred by heaven and earth, possessing quite impressive wisdom.

After the empire captured Palumelu, in order to isolate her natural disaster magic, it has been devouring her magic power with magic power dissolver, or sealing it with vacuum tanks and magic-proof devices.

Vacuum the inside of the crystal jar, and the ordinary creatures in it might explode on the spot. Although Palumeru has an elemental physique, he still suffers from great torture and pain.

Celia changed from her former beauty and gentleness. She flew high like a swallow, with white hair fluttering and skirt fluttering. She asked indifferently and sullenly, "Do you remember the Gran Fire that burned the elves?"

With the power of the apostle level, she could see the emperor Leon standing on the tall building of the palace at a glance. His extremely cold killing intent and frosty face were very different from the usual gentle image.

Gran's Forest is the most important node of the Great Magic Circle. The strength of the space barrier is related to the frequency of transfer phenomena.

The reason why the Birmark test site was built in an area thousands of miles away from the empire was because the thickness of the magic circle there was the weakest, which easily caused transfer phenomena.

Celia brushed away the loose hair next to her ear, which seemed like a small inadvertent gesture of a woman, but instantly caused an uproar in the city, and then fell into a commotion.

With white pointed ears, it turns out that Celia is an elf that should have disappeared!

In addition to the proprietress of the Moonlight Tavern, Socia, there is actually a second elf in the Arad Continent, and it is the well-known rich woman of the Chamber of Commerce.

"No wonder..." Someone sighed deeply after realizing it. Celia's sudden arrival seemed to have no "reasonable" reason. Is it just to pity the young child, why bother.

It turned out that she was a survivor of the elves, and then think about the monstrous fire eight years ago, which burned for several days and nights, and burned the peace-loving elves and many beautiful things, turning them into coke.

Afterwards, many people joked about going to Gran's Forest to find the secret treasures and relics of the elves, such as inheritance equipment, etc. At that time, the survivor Celia must have been devastated.

The talented and beautiful proprietress in front of me, after nearly eight years of anger, came to avenge the elves.

Celia is indeed in a very upset mood now, and she has an anger that needs to be vented. She directly tore the city gate and demolished the building defenses of Veil Talon. scattered.

The mechanical weapons hidden in the city, the equipment left by Giselle, etc., were crushed and crushed by Celia, violently and mercilessly.

So much so that the revolutionary army following behind suddenly had a strange illusion, as if they were here to cheer and cheer, and Celia alone could tear down Veltalon.

"Why do I have a subtle sense of déjà vu, as if we were the pretenders of the previous siege, and Celia is Ozma." A soldier muttered, and his comrades nodded immediately, deeply empathizing.

Celia drove straight in all the way, smashing doors when encountering doors, tearing down walls when encountering walls, and did not show mercy when encountering stubbornly resisting soldiers. Flowers and vines grew from the ground, engulfed those imperial soldiers, and then digested them cleanly.

A strong man in the realm of the awakened slashed with a sword light head-on. Celia glanced at it indifferently, and flew backwards for a thousand meters in an instant, the sword was dead.

She took off a hairpin in her hair, raised her hand, screamed through the air, rubbed Leon's cheek and smashed the throne behind him.

"Genocide hatred, blood feud." Hiate said softly. In the past, Seria was just a weak and helpless hotel proprietress, with intentions but powerlessness, but now Sai Fupo is a real apostle-level combat power.

Elves, humans, and those with two faces!
"We besieged from all directions and gathered in the palace." Feng Ying snapped her fingers, and quickly disappeared in place. The transcendent's participation in the human war was just a joke, but they didn't do anything, and their hands were itchy.

The revolutionary army is like a sharp sword, straight into the core area of ​​Veltalon, the heart of the imperial capital.

Duke Connard and Crowell looked at each other, nodded silently, and then shouted loudly: "I will only attack the tyrannical king, and those who surrender will be guarded on the spot, and the people must not be hurt! Violators, beheaded!"

One of the most worrying things before the war was that soldiers who were too emotional would cause a series of irrational actions because of their strong hatred for the noble class.

From the victim to the perpetrator, the empire will be completely messed up, contrary to the original intention and public opinion, and destined to become the next "Lyon".

boom!
Explosives were buried in some streets, overturning a row of houses, and some revolutionary troops were also buried in it. The siege of the city was thrilling every step of the way.

"It's finally here, then you will be annihilated in the brightest peak..."

The voice suddenly came from nowhere, indifferent and cold, just like the sound of death in the underworld, the entire Veltalen was surrounded by thick darkness, and the scorching sun hung high above his head, but at a certain height, he couldn't see his fingers.

The whole city is like a sea of ​​darkness, surging with extreme darkness.

"what!"

There were constant screams in the city. The assassins seemed to enjoy torturing others. Often they would not kill with one blow, but cut off parts of the opponent's body bit by bit.

The extremely painful howling also cast a shadow of fear on the revolutionary army attacking the city, and the offensive slowed down involuntarily.

"It's Uke the Underworld, the pinnacle of the legendary realm, a suspected half-step origin-level existence, and the founder of the Purple Mist Group." Crowell shouted, drew his sword to guard, his visual range was only seven feet, and it was difficult to see the other party s position.

"They're all here, so I won't have to go find them one by one." Yuke casually pierced the eye sockets of the two soldiers, turned into a shadow, and quietly approached Crowell and the others.

Emperor Leon had given him the order to assassinate Beatrice and the leader of the rebel army before, and Uk the Underworld did not use all kinds of ink marks, so he had a one-pot idea.

"What I like the most is to admire your embarrassment and despair when you suddenly fall when you are at the peak!"

A black thread struck Crowell's neck in an instant. The former head of the Royal Knights of the Empire was an old acquaintance and old friend.

Ding!
The saber was broken, and his shoulder was bleeding. Crowell frowned secretly, and his clothes were stained red.

The chief general was supposed to sit in the rear and strategize, but he was so bloody that he was not allowed to guard the rear and rushed to the front.

"The next blow, I'm going to cut your hamstrings and make you prostrate on the ground like a dog."

Suddenly, Yuke's face with a cruel smile changed slightly, and he sideways avoided the powerful blow. The huge metal totem smashed the bluestone-paved street to pieces.

"Purple mist group, don't leave one!" Buwanga was full of energy and blood, his voice was like a bell, and his killing intent was boiling.

Moreover, he seemed to be able to sense the position of Yuke, and when he swung the weapon like a palace pillar, he smashed it with a burst of debris, and the destructive power was astonishing.

puff~
Just passing by accidentally, one of Yuke's arms was shattered and broken, and his mouth was full of blood. If his body hadn't been trained to be very flexible and flexible, this blow would directly smash half of his body.

"It's a sword!"

Yuke was very experienced and quickly dropped the dagger in his hand. The sword master can communicate with a hundred swords, and the only difference between a dagger and a sword is its length and width.

Moreover, his weapon drank the blood of countless people, tempered for a long time, which made the weapon have a touch of spirituality, and it was easier for Buvanga to perceive.

Although the dagger is not a sword, it should not be resonated by people in the realm of the sword god, but look at the big pillar commonly used by Buvanga. It is called a "blunt weapon", but no matter how you look at it, it looks like there is an extra pillar It's just a handshake, and it doesn't look like a sword.

The geek Buvanga can reach kendo resonance with a pillar, not to mention a dagger whose shape is closer to a sword.

(End of this chapter)