Son of the Tower

Chapter 252
After asking a few half-children who had been beaten up with bruised noses and swollen faces, Mars knew how the lord promoted the Southern Taitian Soldiers.

The man-eating devils will land in port tomorrow.

The evil Faithless will bloodwash the crater of this extinct volcano.

The demon king of fire will burn any islander it sees.

Terrible killing machines landed on Bernan under the command of their masters.

That's all, the lord's propaganda has worked very hard, but it's a pity that the time is too late, and the rest has not been written yet.

"People are poor and ambitious, look at this lord, he is really talented." Mars couldn't wait to kill the lord: "Ms. Fantine, where is he?"

"He and his family are in the underground bunker of the lord's mansion. Until now, he is still using the radio to call on all islanders to stand up and resist." Ms. Fantine said.

"Turn off his channel, then connect to our barge's broadcast, and tell everyone that our Tainan High Tower is here to kill the lord, and has nothing to do with the islanders. As long as we put down our weapons, we can save their lives and property. Also, we will not bombard non-resisting buildings, after the death of the lord, our tower will distribute his property equally to all surviving islanders." Mars ordered.

Ms. Fantine agreed very happily, and she also said that it would not be too easy for the big bosses on the barge to say that she has a delicate little girl under her command.

Mars turned around, took out the wallet from his pocket, and took out four [-] Thai Nan Yuan bills and handed them to the four islanders who were beaten: "[-] per person, tell everyone you know that if you give up resistance, you can Live, Tainan High Tower will not harm him and their families, and as long as he survives, after we kill the lord, you will have a share of all his property."

These days, Southern Thai is the standard official language in the East. You can be a native of the Four Islands, a peninsula, an archipelago, a remnant of the southern peninsula, or even an immigrant.

As long as you understand the Thai language, there is no place you can't go to in Dongtu.

So the four boys took the money and immediately nodded and patted their chests to express that they would pass on the words.

Mars thought for a while and stopped them.

Then he used a healing technique to repair the nose of one of the boys whose nose was crooked.

The boys left thankfully, and Mars ordered the firefight here to stop for a while.

These boys ran to the streets and began to preach the spirit in the local dialect.

Now the lord's small broadcast has stopped, and in the new broadcast, the little girl is telling the good news to the islanders, and soon a group of middle-aged people came over surrounded by an old man.

"Are you the leader?" Mars stood up.

"Are you the righteous men of the tower?" asked the old man with white hair and stooped.

"Yes, we are the high tower in southern Thailand. Your lord killed our companions. We are here for revenge." Mars showed the old man the high tower's emblem and lightsaber handle.

"Caimens who killed a thousand swords! He and his family will go to purgatory!" The old man screamed. He turned his head to look at his follower, and said a few words in a sharp and hasty tone.

An omnic translated it for Mars.

The meaning is very simple.

The person who came here is really a righteous man from the tower in southern Thailand, not a robber as the lord said.

Lord Kemens and his family have deceived everyone. He must tell the news to the whole island so that all compatriots will give up resistance. The righteous will never harm the innocent.

And the most important one—go to the square and put down the dead martyr's body, and then prepare the execution scene for the Kaimens family, so that the martyr who comes now can use it.

·At first glance, the old man who has seen the operation of our high tower should have lived for a long time. He is good at work and is the best friend of the high tower.

Madame Fantine said so.

Mars nodded thoughtfully—you see, the reputation of the tower is still there, and those old people who have lived long enough still remember the tower that once served this land and fought for the innocent people.

And with the old man leading the way, there was no need to fight all of a sudden, and the roadside was quickly filled with various weapons, from bolt-pull rifles to double-barreled shotguns, from roadside IEDs with fertilizer bags to All kinds of self-made fish frying tools are all evidence used by the islanders who have laid down their weapons to prove that they have laid down their weapons.

Of course, it must be sincere, and Mars even saw a laser rifle. This is not an old guy, but a new civilian version made in southern Tainan.

Although the old man was stooped, he walked not too slowly. Mars followed behind him, and from time to time, he met with the local district manager through him.

Those who are in charge are usually tall and thick men, and there are also capable women, but no matter what, they all knelt down and begged for forgiveness, and Mars could only support them with spiritual energy, so that they could see the strength of the tower.

So there was a bit more sincerity in the fear, some bold islanders began to walk out of the house, and many children began to chase the members of the swordsman team for candy, which made the candy that Mars had prepared for them before useful, and when the children They had sweets to eat, and when these 'robbers' really stopped doing anything, the islanders realized that they were really cheated.

As a result, many angry islanders followed the team. They wanted to watch the end of their lord—after all, watching their own bad lord go up to the street lamp is a program that people all over the world love to see. It can be pushed forward at least to 5000 Years ago, at that time, humans were still fighting with stones and headshots with sticks.

This made Mars's team walk a little slowly, but it was okay. By the time they reached the square, Mites and the others had been put into the coffin. Mars took a look and reached out to close his eyes for Mitus.

Although you and I have fought, you are a man, you deserve to laugh at me on the wall, brother.

Closing his friend's eyes, Mars walked forward, where the islanders with weapons exchanged fire with the forward port forces in the bunker.

Mars stepped out of the battle line and held out his hand.

All the bullets that hit him stopped in front of him.

Mars looked at the opposite side of the ceasefire, and it seemed that this move really made the other side a little bit at a loss - it is an open fact that a powerful psyker can slaughter a mortal army without the cover of a psyker.

"If you don't have any cards, then I suggest you surrender. What I want to kill is not you, but the lord hiding in his bunker behind you. He killed my teammates and deceived everyone in this port. He and his family must shed blood for this."

For the soldiers in front of him, Mars is still willing to give him a way to survive. After all, they are not puppets of their lord, as long as they can surrender, they will have a way to survive.

Of course, there is no shortage of people in this world who seek their own death, so whether they live or die depends on their own performance.

Then someone from the opposite front came out.

It was a masked guy with good psychics and a legend.

"I'll fight you, Child of the Tower."

"Okay, but before we fight, I want to ask, are we fighting to the death?" Mars asked with a smile.

"It's a deathmatch, I" "I don't need to report the name of the dish. After you die, I will ask your identity from the lord, and I will keep your head. The databases of Tainan and Fort Carter will find it. Yours." After Mars finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a please.

Unless you are drilled out of a crack in a rock, otherwise, there will always be something left when you live in this world.

(End of this chapter)