Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1308 Chapter [-] Sharing Dreams (Second Change)

During the 5 minutes waiting for Aparicia to enter the throne room, the regent Victor von Doom came here, and most of the lighting facilities fell into a short flicker because of his appearance, even the rose above his head The window also suddenly dimmed, and it was not until the system reacted to reset the current that it stabilized again.He did not come here in person, and he could not enter the throne room physically, because he was not in Latvinia at the moment.This is just a dim mental projection, although it is powerful, it has its limit. The remaining light passes through his translucent body, illusory like a puff of smoke.This vision startled Hammurabi, and he hastily raised the spear of the guard to point at the phantom.There is an extremely powerful anti-magic circle in the castle, and ordinary spellcasters do not have the ability to throw their own astral projection into the castle, let alone the throne room where the emperor exists.It was not until the emperor confirmed that it was the projection of the regent that Hammurabi let down his vigilance and nodded to the regent.

"Don't be nervous, Hammurabi, your master is not that weak." The regent stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at Wang Di on the throne, "You never let me worry about it, and now you are starting to announce your last words again. It was once when you faced Feathered Serpent God, and now it is again! Can’t you have some confidence in yourself? Every time you face death!”

"I have, that's why I need to be prepared. It's just a plan."

Regent Victor von Doom's iron mask was illuminated by the lights behind him, as if his emotions were dazzling, "Including letting Camilla know so much classified information?"

"So that's the real reason you're angry?" the emperor laughed.The modified throne of the Vladimir family just fit the size of the emperor, and above the high back of the chair stood a beautifully carved solid gold sky eagle, the eagle's eyes were inlaid with blood-colored rubies.The wealth accumulated by the Vladimir family for more than [-] years has not been fully transformed into various financial investments. There are countless works of art such as gold, silver and jewelry. Although all the portraits of the Vladimir family have been burned, those priceless The works of art have been preserved and placed in the museum of the castle for people to see.The emperor selected some jewelry and weapons to be placed in the glass showcases on both sides of the throne room as decorations, which is not only a bloody deterrent, but also a glory of the Latvinian Liberation War. "I divined the fate of Camilla. She is very important to Latvinia. I saw her fate clearly. From a prisoner to the queen of South America, she can only rely on us."

"You don't want to share with me what you saw behind the silver stone door." The iron mask on the face of Regent Victor von Doom dissipated like smoke, revealing a rather handsome face. "You have never hidden from me. What reason made you choose to keep silent, what kind of nightmare made you shrink back?"

"And now you're angry about something like this. Are you a middle-class housewife who doesn't have a job?"

"Don't try to change the subject. You promised me you'd have to prepare me no matter what."

"Apatricia still has 2 minutes to arrive at the castle, and we still have time." The emperor raised his hand high, and a wisp of silver-white smoke drifted out and then tightly wrapped around his finger.He stretched out his palm and let the smoke of memory float towards Victor von Doom, and the memory fragments were formed and shattered in an instant, "My dearest friend, forgive me for my difficulties, I cannot tell you everything." When Amon guided Apatricia and Adjutant Nixon into the throne room, there was only the emperor in the vast hall except for the guard Hammurabi who stood beside the throne.

"This is the 120th time you have drawn your gun!" Aparicia felt that her scalp was being stabbed with a fine needle, and the adjutant's behavior constantly challenged his irritability and tolerance.But he didn't have a seizure, because they were still in the training ground in the castle, under the surveillance of the Praetorian Guard.However, Lieutenant Nixon continued to pull out and insert the pistol from the magnetic holster repeatedly on his own, practicing the posture of drawing the gun and firing the gun quickly, like a child who got a new toy. "Is your excitement over yet?"

"This is different, Chapter Master. This is a pistol given to me by the Emperor!"

Adjutant Nixon raised his eyebrows, playing with the individual sub-weapon with great interest.This gun is not a bomb weapon or a plasma weapon, let alone a hot melt or laser weapon, but an experimental ray weapon.Smaller in size than a Bolt Pistol, but much more powerful at close range, even more powerful than a Melta.In Aparicia's eyes, the only disadvantage of this weapon is that it is too ornately decorated, and it is more of a ritual weapon than a battlefield weapon.

"Look, there's a golden laurel wreath on it!" Lieutenant Nixon pointed to the complex baroque golden pattern and inlaid gemstones on the gun body, "It must be because of my excellent performance in the combat report! You saw him! Do I look like I'm telling a story?"

"I'm sorry for stealing your limelight, Nixon, I'm sure your hard work made the emperor want to yawn." Of course, Aparicia knew that this was not the case. Lieutenant Nixon puffed up his chest and carried the company flag Entering the throne room, and then taking over the battle flag of the new battle group with the lightning and the sky eagle, his face was full of excitement, which meant that the establishment of the first company was officially promoted to the battle group, but this did not prevent Aparicia from laughing at him for being too much excited performance. "But I want to find out, who was full of bureaucratic tricks before coming here, huh?"

"Anyway, it's definitely not me." Adjutant Nixon grinned.

Although he had many complaints before coming to the castle, they all disappeared the moment he saw the emperor.Unlike the glimpse in Paititi, no one else needs to reveal his identity. The existence of the emperor is the best interpretation of the word ruler, because his sense of existence is like that of stars in the solar system Obviously, only such a person can write a book like "Unified Truth", and even standardize the tactical strategy and organizational framework of genetically modified fighters.

What's more, he also saw a lot of things, such as the almost 7-meter-high automatic battle robot like a mobile fortress hovering outside the castle, and the individual mecha of about 10 meters. He even asked Amon when he could put these things in the field to the knight.Guardsman Amon didn't answer anything, but let Adjutant Nixon understand a lot with just a glance, which made Adjutant Nixon start to hate these guys who were bigger than himself.And those Bombshell chicks in the castle, wandering around in power armor for mortals, glaring at anyone who might get close to the Emperor as if the Emperor was theirs.

"The emperor asked you to talk alone, did he say anything to you?"

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with you." Aparicia snorted, "Take the training sword, we need to have a gladiatorial fight. If you lose, then when I tell you to shut up, you must be obedient, or I will Rip your tongue out."

Lieutenant Nixon readily accepted the challenge. "Are you sure you want to compete in swordsmanship with a high-strength mechanical prosthetic? My prosthetic chip and pre-programmed programs are quite good, and I can even predict movements." He took out a sword that was as tall as an ordinary person from the training shelf. Even if he is not wearing power armor, he still feels a bit heavy, so Adjutant Nixon secretly speculates that this may be a weapon for the Imperial Guards, and this training ground is likely to be used exclusively by the Imperial Guards place.He muttered a few words at first, which roughly meant that the emperor's importance was somewhat inexplicable, and then he stopped thinking about this question and turned to look at Aparicia, "What if you lose?"

"It's impossible."

"I mean, if. Don't think that I'm not good at melee combat just because I have the best marksmanship. That's a required course." Adjutant Nixon swung his wrist and pointed the tip of his sword at Aparicia, "If You have the word 'if' in your head. It's kind of hard for you, isn't it?"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)