Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1557 Lunar War (69)

The burning ideal prevented Maximus from feeling the cold at all. He imagined the thick silt on the ground as those courtiers who betrayed him, digging strength from his weak body, and walked solidly every time.In any case, he must pull up a military force, and no matter what the outcome of the war, he must have the violence to maintain the regime - he does not need to manipulate too many people, only needs to form an orderly armed force, manipulate the leader of the armed force In order to ensure the achievement of military goals, the rest of the people will gather manpower, weapons and other resources under his command under the pressure of survival - Maximus thinks that his stupid brother will definitely not be able to maintain the front line, and the last line of defense has fallen It was a matter of time, and before that he must muster all the forces available.

"The messenger is ready, Your Majesty. We can go now!"

A well-built armed civilian came forward to report, his black clothing was barely visible under the shadows.He and those so-called messengers are all from the commoner clan of Attilan. To be precise, the deserters that Maximus has met so far are only from the commoner clan.This is easy to understand. After all, this is the most tragic front of this war. It is quite irresponsible to throw civilians who have not undergone any training or even Terrigen mutation into the battlefield.Maximus sees it as a waste of resources.

"Bring food, Ronnie, bring half of the food and medicine." Maximus slowed down his tone.He only manipulated Ronnie, the captain of the messenger team, and did not engrave the symbols on him. Others imitated them out of worship or a sense of ritual.Although it is just drawing symbols on the face, it can also indicate identity. "Those people must be hungry. Find them, take them to the sanctuary, and pick more available couriers and send them to more places. Don't limit yourself to this settlement, all settlements of other clans must have us messenger."

Maximus looked at his team.

He didn't know when he had a high fever, his skin was scalding as if his soul was burning, and even his eyes were so hot that it was hard to extricate himself from it.His consciousness was not affected, and the swarming tinnitus and whispers made him think it was an auditory hallucination he heard.His mind is still strong, at least how he thinks, Maximus thinks he can complete this task.

"We are going to carry out a reform unique in the history of Attilan, my subjects."

He pulled himself together, raised his voice slightly, and scanned the crowd hidden in the darkness with his scorching eyes.Those eyes looking at him told him that what he did was right, that he was fulfilling his duty as the king of Attilan, and that he was walking towards an invisible throne.

"I told you who I am. I am Maximus, the orthodox heir to the throne of Attilan. I can tell you that years of corruption have bloated the royal family. Black Bolt lied to you. They transferred the security forces to Instead of being sent to the front line to defend against invaders, the Gene Council sees their lives as gems and you are just mud. The glory of the royal family has been tarnished by those ambitious people, and the responsibility of the nobles has become an excuse for their greed... No, I refuse to accept this outcome, they have brought shame on our ancestors... We will form a new Attilan, an Attilan that will protect you and feed you. This is why I have called you. I pay attention Until you draw your own symbols, from now on, this will be the symbol we use to distinguish ourselves."

He paused.

"Don't go to the front, my friends. I will not waste your life on the front," Maximus said. "Go to the lower floors, to the industrial areas, to the waterworks, to the food processing plants and farms. We need to restore the supply of food, water and weapons. We need to make the enemy pay for every step he takes on the battlefield. At this critical moment, even if The Alpha Primitives must be our strength too. Another squad will go with me to the Gene Lab, where we will get enough Terrigen Crystals for all of us, at which point we will leave behind our weak Ke Use the weapons of the Li Empire and use our proud talents to win the war!"

He knew that the hundreds of people in front of him were not enough to move the entire battlefield, and he would not be stupid enough to send this armed force with little training to the front line.From the memories of the deserters, he saw the swiftness of those human genetically modified fighters, and the horror of those steel torrents running over buildings and human bodies.

The sound of answering kept ringing in the darkness, and the frenzied mood extended to the tunnel not far away, enveloping everyone present.In Attilan, genetic variation is related to social status. The terrigen mist that these civilians could obtain when they were young may not have as much smoke as a psychedelic cigarette. The promise made by Maximus means that they will jump to the The upper class, which is the biggest motivator for these barely-fed commoners with stomachs full of circulating nutrient nuggets.

Who wouldn't want to eat fresh food if they could?
No one knows why this emotion arises, or why he is so easily agitated, but Maximus is sure that these people will use their lives to complete his orders, and he is also sure that he has not affect the minds of these people.Not all civilians accepted the influence, only the armed ones, because he wanted them to be able to use the weapons as they wished.He just used his mind-reading ability to gather all the information into his brain to make a judgment—it can also be said that this is to discover the unstable factors in the team in time—since someone once broke free from his influence, For the sake of safety, he has already begun to rule out unstable factors. The several investigation teams he sent are all for this purpose, and those people cannot return to the shelter alive.

"Let's go, friends."

He shook his palm with numb fingertips.As far as he can remember, he only felt this way when he lost his temper as a child.This is the result of too much emotion and insufficient blood supply to the extremities.Maximus reflected back in time, he felt that the fanaticism seemed to have affected him, but when he took advantage of the blink of an eye to sift through his heart and savor every word he said, that feeling disappeared again Yes, it's as if he's kept his sanity.

Maximus turned his head to look at another team, which was an army composed of armed civilians.

To be precise, it is an army composed of strong-bodied individuals selected from different deserter teams. All of them have accepted his mind manipulation, not just the army leader.This is not high-intensity mind manipulation, that kind of manipulation will make the subject completely lose self-awareness, completely lose the ability to think instead of just changing cognition.Even if he replaced some of the thoughts in these people's minds and retained the thinking ability of these soldiers, this is still a civilian army that was urgently recruited. He had to compress his military knowledge and stuff it into these soldiers as a seed. Human mind - At the beginning of the unification of Attilan, the royal family monopolized all knowledge, of which military knowledge was only available to royal family members and military commanders - without this knowledge, then these deserters would be as clumsy as before in manipulating guns , Launch the steel needle ammunition of the electromagnetic ejection rifle to his toes.

"Terrigan Laboratory, Master Maximus?"

"No, we're going somewhere else."

He will lead this team to another place, a destination he must go to.

His gut told him that there he would get what would change the tide of battle, save Attilan and regain his throne.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)