God Emperor’s Angel of Death

This may be the most luxurious banquet in the history of Zishi Manor.

It has a history of thousands of years, has the largest and most magnificent building complex in Hades’ upper nest, and even has an independent climate environment system and the most stringent security system.

Just recently, the gentlemen, celebrities and upper class of the entire nest city have gathered here, including the officers of the local guards, and even the Mechanical Sect sent two mechanical priests.

However, the real guests have not yet arrived.

Of course, such a grand banquet cannot be held in the usual places of the nest, because those areas do not have enough comfortable gravity, and they do not conform to the identity of the host.

Sir Florent Webb, the most prestigious nobleman in Hades Nest, is famous for black and white, and he is also the chairman of the Nest City Council-the chief executive of Hades Nest. Although the chief is appointed by Governor Planet, the actual power is in the Chaodu Council.

Therefore, this jazz is the real controller of Nest Capital.

It’s almost time to arrive at his destination. Yarik paced back and forth in the cabin. Although the frequency was not fast, the sound of his boots hitting the floor was still dull as if the entire transport plane was shaking.

This plan must not fail.

He thought anxiously, his feet getting heavier and heavier.

"Why are you so anxious, sir?"

His assistant, Jon Abbott, a trainee political commissar who has just graduated from the Zhongsi Academy for one year, has not known when he has been standing in the cabin.

"If it fails, then the Hades Nest has lost its last hope."

"Sir, you have done what you can do, and everything needs to be followed in the end The will of the God Emperor."

Although he was still anxious, Yarek stopped pacing anymore.

"Oh, you kid, pretending to be a priest."

The trainee political commissar smiled and handed over a data board.

"Well, sir, those people have arrived at the predetermined location, everything is going well, they are not hindered by anything."

Arek's result data board, carefully read two more Over and over, the brows gradually stretched out.

"Okay, okay, there should be no problem with the next plan."

Suddenly, there was a tremor at his feet, followed by shaking, and Yarik understood the place. .

"Let's go."

Took a deep breath, he took off the big brimmed hat from the wall, glanced at the eagle emblem on it, and put it on his head with his deputy Walk towards the gradually descending ramp.

The large hall of Zishi Manor is thousands of square meters. Just from the exquisite decoration on the wall, it can be seen that the owner is very attentive to this.

There is also a name here, known as the "Golden Garden", equipped with the most advanced air conversion system and purification system of the mechanical education, which can produce almost pure natural forest air, and can be adjusted at any time. Sea air, or plateau air.

Normally, it is rarely used here, and it will only be used to entertain very, very distinguished guests.

And this time, it is such a guest.

"The invasion of Xenos is imminent, and the political commissar of Arric takes the responsibility of encircling the nest capital by the strength of oneself. Hit Xenos and defend my homeland!"

Sir Florent Webb is a lean and capable middle age person, dressed in a decent gown, with both beards and big backs combed and shiny. Aristocratic temperament is shown in the gestures.

No one would have thought that this aristocrat who seemed refined in manner would be the biggest secret mastermind in the Underground World of Hades Nest.

The hall is full of people, men and women in various dresses. Some of them are nobles, some are factory owners, and some are bureaucrats in the administrative system.

But without exception, the tension before the war can't be seen on their faces.

This is also very understandable. No matter what the nest is in the end, the residents of the minaret can use their own private aircraft to escape.

Despair and death, most of the time, only belong to the residents under the spire.

Of course, this does not mean that they have no loss, after all, most of their property is in the nest capital.

Looking at these high-class people with all the smiles, like all the stars cup themselves around the moon, Yarek standing on the main stage, then smiled from the side of the servants. Pick up a goblet on the silver platter.

"Well, thanks to Sir Webb's love, then a toast to Xenos."

"Yes, yes, cheers."

A sincere look The smiling Sir Webb raised the glass immediately, and everyone agreed.

One cup is the most precious mature wine, and its value is enough to allow the lower nesters to live for several years.

Arik put down the cup and said loudly:

"My fellow travels the responsibilities given by the God Emperor to defend this place from Xenos intrusion. You also need your full help."

"Of course."

Sir Webb took the conversation.

"The Hades nest is also our home. It is our responsibility to contribute to the defense."

Yarik did not respond, just stepped forward, loudly said :

"Everyone, Xenos is coming in a fierce manner, and it is not a problem that can be solved in the short term. In the future, we may face a cruel and difficult siege, and there are only two keys to determine the victory or defeat of the siege, morale, Food."

Arik held up two fingers.

"Morale, we must share the same hatred and hatred, and treat them equally, put down all the ranks, differences in positions, and be determined to die before defending the city."

As soon as this statement is made, the atmosphere of the scene It's cold a lot.

But Yarek still said each minding their own business.

"As for food, after the nest is surrounded, foreign aid will inevitably be cut off. The official inventory of the nest capital may be enough to support a period of time, but if the siege lasts more than half a year, the soldiers are likely to be hungry. There's a war in the stomach."

Arik turned his head and looked towards Sir Webb.

"Sir, you don't want to see this kind of scene, right?"

"Of course."

Sir Webb's face is still indifferent Smile.

"The political commissar has any need to speak up."

"Okay, I also said clearly, come here today, for the follow-up plan to defend the city, the nest has a private food inventory The food processing plant must be dispatched and distributed in a unified manner. I hope you can help." This sentence immediately detonated the entire hall. Those people were either panicked, sad, or filled with righteous indignation.

"Is he crazy?"

"This is a robbery!"

"You must report to the Governor! Do it now!"

Arik had expected this situation a long time ago, he sighed softly, and then raised his throat again.

"I promise that these factories and inventories will be returned to you intact in the future. Imperium will also be compensated for losses. The goods, the factories, and the servants can’t be kept, right? In the end, the green leather is still cheaper?"

In fact, he can also use violence to forcibly expropriate. This is his role as a wartime commander and political commissar. He has the power, but that is also the last resort. Once it does, it means that he has to turn his face with the entire Shangchao, and he himself has no retreat.

At this moment, Sir Webb suddenly spoke up.

"The political commissar said yes."

The smile on his face seems to have never changed.

"Recently, the governor’s newly appointed commander, General Ales Jacques, is about to take office. Why not wait for him to arrive before negotiating to resolve the matter?"

For a moment, Yarik hesitated.

He really didn't know this news, and he didn't know if the other party was talking about himself or if there was really inside information.

But these words really gave the little aristocrats below a shot, and raised their opposition to a new level——