The Endless Shuttle

Dididi.

Wells stared at the chuckling dark-haired youth seriously, took out a trendy communicator from his suitcase, and listened to the report from his subordinates after being connected.

After a moment, he put down the phone.

As Alticiaho said before, the entire Empire of the Night Warlord’s domain was indeed covered by an abnormal cloud, and their true ancestor "The Forgotten Warlord" could not manipulate the beast to disperse it personally. Received a strange self-discipline counterattack from the cloud, and was rarely injured.

——This is not something that humans can do.

No, go further, orcs, vampires, elves, giants, and even the world's strongest true ancestor, it is impossible to cover the 1.3 million square kilometers of continent with such a huge force.

This is almost like... "Holy Annihilation".

Once triggered by Cain, the ancestor of the demons, "God of Blame", the name of the world's most massive disaster appeared in Wells's heart.

He asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"……who are you?"

"Is there any benefit to telling you?"

Ropey's index finger turned lightly, and a faint vortex of energy leaned firmly on the fingertip.

"I have shown that this posture is not here to show off my strength with you, the leader of the Warlord Domain. Your persistence and your interests are basically insignificant in my eyes. I just come to tell you that the weak 27 should do it in front of the strong. What kind of choice. Now, tell me your answer, whether it is "peace" or "war." "

"...What will the clouds in the sky look like?"

The fingertips of the black-haired youth stopped.

"That's not the answer I want, President of Council of Wales."

Rope shook his head and said.

"As the saying goes, there are only three things. You have three chances to answer my question. If I don't hear the answer I want in the three words, I will take it myself. This is the first time."

In an instant, the sound on the TV stopped.

With cold sweat on his forehead, Wells looked at the screen on the TV in shock.

It was a local radio station in a major city in the field of King of War.

At this moment, there is no one on the screen. The hostess who was just commenting, poked her head on the street to see the bustling ordinary people, all disappeared. All that was left was an unknown mist and a dark figure looming in the mist.

The people of a city in the domain of the King of War disappeared.

It was just in front of Wells, just because he didn't react immediately, answering the question of the demon god, and disappearing.

Seeing that the incident is getting more and more out of the ordinary, La Flea can't take care of admiring Rope's domineering and cruelty, and walks to the black-haired youth and asks cautiously.

"Master Rope, you..."

"Don't worry, I didn't kill those mortals."

Rope said.

"They are now in a different space. As long as I disarm the magic, they will still come back... The premise is that the President of Wells gives me a satisfactory answer. I am a pacifist who yearns for peace very much."

Putting a knife on someone's neck, smiling and saying that he is a pacifist.

Is there anything more funny than this?

But Wells couldn't smile at all.

The opponent's power surpassed the most extreme imagination of this old-generation vampire, and he didn't even dare to speak easily, for fear that the next sentence would let the people of a city evaporate out of thin air.

Under layers of pressure, Wells could only follow the black-haired youth's questions and give answers.

"I choose "Peace" on behalf of the Warlord Realm, Aldikiaho..."

He said bitterly.

"Please put away this terrible power and let go of those leaders in the Warlord Domain. They are innocent."

"A wise choice, President of the Council of Wales."

Rope snapped his fingers.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated like a psychedelic mirage, and the live broadcast on the TV returned to normal. The people who collapsed on the ground stood up, looking confused not knowing that they had just been shut in the ghost door. lock up.

"As Ardicchia stated, this is just a small misunderstanding. If the two countries go to war, it will definitely affect the world's structure. We are all peace-loving charitable people. Don't let the powder keg of disaster be lit by a bit of unpleasantness. Otherwise, in the end, it will present a scene that none of us wants to see."

Luo Pei talked freely, his demeanor was still elegant.

But Wells saw it and felt cold behind his back.

The handsome appearance of the black-haired young man no longer looked like a human in the eyes of the Chief Councillor in the Warlord Domain, but was the same as the "God of Blame" Cain, the manifestation of an unknown nightmare after the evil **** descended on the earth.

He felt a little difficulty breathing and loosened his tie.

"...I am very happy to be able to meet with you today. I don't think I will stay in Aldikia anymore. The affairs of the country are heavy. I will definitely visit the beautiful scenery of Aldikia again in the future."

Wells picked up his suitcase and walked out of the conference room without looking back.

This old-generation vampire, who had lived for 900 years, was able to clearly see the rush of pace, which is enough to show how much psychological shock Wells has endured.

There was only the creak of the door automatically closing in the silent meeting room.

After a while, the king of Aldikia, Lucas burst into a deafening laughter.

"Hahahahaha, happy, really happy!"

The strong Viking smiled.

"Unexpectedly, not only was the cruel snake charmer from the past dead, but Wells appeared to have this wretched look. It was even more enjoyable than a sip of cold beer in summer!"

"My dear, don't you say a few words."

Polivnia frowned, stopped her husband's rude behavior, and then asked Rope softly.

"Master Devil, we have not questioned your decision. Although you are quick to do this, you will undoubtedly take the focus of the King of War domain to yourself and make your peaceful life produce many variables. According to the normal process, the third true ancestor Jia In the presence of Master Da, as long as three to four talks, the topic will gradually move in the direction we hope, and there is no need to get you into trouble..."

"It is true, my lord god."

Gada said with a smile.

"I advised you not to participate in this kind of boring country talks. With your temperament, you would definitely not be able to tolerate this kind of tediousness and dullness. Now it's what I said?"

"I just feel like you are just wasting time."