Tyra, your ancestors are back!

"If you want to say that I should throw the Titan down, and trample those insects who dare to trouble us!"

"...Although it sounds really cool, it's better not to be quick like this... Ms. Karenina."

Miss Governor pinched her eyebrows—why did this lady born as a technician have the same temper as the soldiers on the front line...

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"You will never reach the reality of entering the conference room..."

Throwing aside the disposable high-explosive tube at hand, Prometheus No. 17 patted her "big and small hands", and raised a middle finger to the pile of corpses below - in front of her was the already The assailants who covered the entire staircase, of course - were dead.

"Miss Eden, you didn't suffer any harm, did you?"

Prometheus No. 17, who dared to use his body to attack his line of defense after mocking, looked at the lady beside him.

"Of course it's okay, number 17—they can't do enough to hurt me..."

"Where's Alice?"

Eden, who shook his head to show that he was fine, looked at the gate of the venue in the distance, and there was a whole burst of cheers——

"It seems that Ms. Alice is fine-the interior of the venue should be considered stable..."

The front line of defense at the venue——

For the onlookers, a one-vs-three close-quarters duel finally ends unscathed with the "one" side, which is naturally regarded as a visual feast.

Most of the warheads and arrows knocked on the "tyrants" before were neutralized, which brought a feeling of aggrieved. As the three tall voices fell down, the dull sound that I remembered disappeared, and the cheers naturally sounded from among the guards. ...

But if there are happy people, there will naturally be unhappy "swords"...

"Bah, bah, what is this—is it for the sword?! Cut something serious, Alice."

The first time I drew my sword after thousands of years was picked up by the owner to stir up shit. It was a rare time to really drink blood, and it was so refreshing that I suddenly got a mouthful of "golden juice"...

She is a magic sword, not the old eight, how could she drink this, and started to diss her own holder on the spot——

"How does it feel?"

But it seems that unscrupulous employers don't care about the user's experience, and even asked a question...

"What do you mean by how it feels? You'll know how it feels when you go to the bathroom and have a drink!"

Draconian, who received such a question, naturally cocked his eyebrows angrily, and cursed even worse——

"I mean ingredients... Draknion—is he a creature of pure matter?"

"Then you'll have to wait - I just vomited most of it out, it's fucking disgusting..."

Looking at Alice who was lost in thought, Demon Sword also gave up and continued to say hello, and replied in a muffled voice...

From the ouroboros virus that appeared out of nowhere, to the biological weapon "tyrant" preparing to attack the defense line of the meeting room...

"There is no possibility of creating them in this land now...they lack the "factor"...an outsider? No...nor should..."

"The disturbance brought by the world-crossing is obvious... so obvious that it can be located in an instant..."

"You guys, burn two of the three giants...yes, burn them on the spot - the last one needs to be sent for inspection, this is not a natural product."

Invite a few members of the Lateran Guards and tactical dolls, Alice immediately gave the order.

"There are results, Immortals—they don't have the taste of subspace creations. The materials used to make them are all drawn from reality, and they are all transformed by living people. I can taste the screaming and whining of the soul... .”

"To be honest...it's like a piece of chocolate-flavored shit to me - I wouldn't be touching something like that anyway!"

Chapter 332 My friend, try this, it's powerful!

Rutland Street B2 Area Defense Line

"My mother, the lower half of my body is gone and I'm still crawling... Are you cockroaches??!"

Next to Miss Razer, the heavy equipment operator of Blacksteel International, is a "peer", from the military contractor belonging to the end industry sub-sector, a member of Atlas——

Just half a minute ago, the girl code-named JS9 used the weapon called a plasma pistol hanging on her chest to shoot at the crowd like a wave of corpses from a zombie movie in the end of the world, and immediately shot the whole crowd. streets cleared for a retreat.

Following JS9's words, the rest of the allies also shifted their attention from the terrifying power of the plasma pistol to the still wriggling bodies on the street, and they all gasped.

The human body whose lower body has been carbonized and evaporated by the hot plasma is still crawling towards the defenders' front with a frenzied expression, even if the internal organs in the body have leaked to the ground, it is unaware, as if this person does not have pain at all.. .

This hellish scene has made some guards with weak hearts show signs of nausea——

Of course, this can't be blamed on the latter's weak endurance... On weekdays, no matter how fierce the battle is, you can't see this kind of hell that can only be seen on the frontal battlefield in the era of the Battle of the Four Emperors in history.

"Hey, that one over there! Your name is Razer, right?!"

Just when Razer was also frowning and looking at the street ahead where his intestines and spleen were flying together, the brown-haired figure called out his code name loudly and pulled his consciousness back——

"That's right, Miss JS9, do you have any questions?"

The Thunder Snake who came back to his senses raised his hand and shot a guy who really climbed to the front of the defense line and killed him——

"Stop fiddling with that little water pipe of yours—hmm... you're a Vaifan with horns on your head, right? That strength should be enough, take this thing!!!"

"Besides, we're going to retreat—the combat command asked us to shrink our solid defense line! Don't pay attention to those crazy guys, they look like they've taken drugs like stimulants!"

A big black thing that gave Razer the first impression was taken out of the long box behind her by JS9 and thrown into her hand....

"Heavy Bolters - and don't use burst mode! Unless you don't want your shoulder blades anymore -!"

The corner of Ms Razer's mouth twitched as she took a look at the gun in her hand—this weapon called a heavy bolter, in terms of caliber, if it was bigger, it might be counted as a grenade. ...

[It's hard to imagine what it would be like to be shot at a human body....]

"Let's go and go-what are you doing, Razer."

Her fellow Volper patted her on the face—

"You don't want to get into a fight with a bunch of obviously insane guys here, do you?"

A Volper woman named Franka slapped her companion hard...asked if he was awake...

"okay...!"

Looking around at the defenders who had begun to retreat in an orderly manner, the operators from Heigang also quickly took root...

"I wouldn't have gone on this mission if I had known it... Although the reward from Rutland is indeed very generous... But when the company sent the mission, they didn't say that they would encounter such a scene -"

The brisk paced Volpers grumbled at Razer's side...

"Stop complaining about Franka, I'm afraid I can't do it even if I want to leave now - there are sounds of firefights everywhere in the city, and Rutland himself probably didn't expect such a situation to happen in the Council of Nations this time..."

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Interior of Lateran Council Hall

"What's going on outside?"

A certain representative of the Free City who was sitting outside looked at the gate in astonishment... Explosions, screams, shouts, and the sound of muskets firing...

And the words of the envoy of the city-state also diverted the attention of the diplomatic agents of various countries who had calmed down again——

The previous scene where the Grand Duke of Ursus and the representative of Casimir had bad mouths with each other and even made a few tricks just made everyone sigh that Ursus is still the same Ursus...the royal family of the Yan Kingdom can have a good chat with this Grand Duke So the two are sisters...

But the movement outside this door is a bit weird... Who, the cannon was fired during the Conference of Nations?Another new Sakota prank?

Some representatives who have been tossed and numb by the hospitable Sakota people these days think so... From blowing up a house, down to bizarre delicacies such as cactus egg tarts...

This kind of movement outside seems to be familiar to them——

"No...they were indeed exchanging fire...the short bursts of the guards and the long bursts of the pope's guns suppressing the firepower...and the irregular explosions—"

Miss Virgil stood up from her chair and looked towards the gate...

"Someone is attacking the venue of the Conference of Nations...and there are quite a few of them."

Although he knew that a group of ancestors were sitting outside, there would be no major problems at all, but Virgil still knocked on the table——

"If you don't have fighting strength, I suggest you hide under the table or anywhere... Those who have fighting strength, please?"

Everyone in the venue looked at each other for a few seconds, and then took action one after another. Those who were looking for a place to hide were looking for a location, and those who were going to go out to see the situation were packing their equipment.

...

"Uh... are you serious... Your Excellency the Pope?"

The teams in the conference hall were quickly allocated, and the delegation with abundant martial arts like Kazdel, Casimir, Ursus, Dayan, and Sargon naturally chose to go out to see what was going on outside. ——

However, there is a smiling white-haired "Santa Claus" in this group who are going out to beat people or "support"...

Virgil heard that someone was really making trouble outside, and excitedly pulled out two guardian guns from under the chair, the old Pope twitched...

"Don't underestimate the spirit of the old man, Madam Maharaja of Sarkaz."

"... Tsk, as long as your old man is happy."

He shifted his gaze to that Ms. Ishmael, who just shook her head helplessly at herself, indicating that the old Sakota man in front of her has always been this kind of virtue...

Naturally, Virgil could only roll his eyes, and chose to accept that there was an old man in the team who looked at least 70 years old and was going to use guns to shoot on the street...

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A fallen neighborhood somewhere in Rutland

Rather than falling, it is better to say that this place was voluntarily abandoned by the defenders. The civilians and passengers stranded in this area have all been evacuated to a safe area, leaving only dead silence and the corpses of a large number of thugs, which looked bloody and deserted—to the ground. There was a commotion somewhere, and a manhole cover on the corner of the street was pushed open.

A half-human tall creature that probably used to be a cockroach, and now may be a Martian alien crawled out of the dark sewer, and then it seemed that it finally couldn't support the shape of the body, and collapsed into several slippery "noodles". Into the pile of remains that no one cleaned up——

And not long after, the bodies of these dead began to twitch——

Chapter 333 I think this scene can actually be a little more chaotic.jpg

"So... Old Aunt Alice, do you know where so many people come from?"

Ms. Virgil, who was leaning on Yan Mo Dao, looked suspiciously at the gunpowder smoke rising in the distance and looked at the "old aunt" who was doing the same gesture and leaning on the magic sword.

"It's normal.. The city's freight ports, external logistics pipelines, various sewage pipes - no one will stare at a sewage pipe 24 hours a day thinking whether someone will get in... but why are there so many? It's really confusing that people broke in and started riots...."

"So... Aunt Alice... the situation here is still under control, right?"

Virgil glanced at Evangelista, who failed in the "massacre" not far away, and was being captured by Ms. Ishmael to explain the current situation to the civilians and reporters who survived the attack. XI.

Fortunately, the clothes of the little old man in Sakota are big enough to hide his two guardian guns. Otherwise, the AK in his left hand, AR in his right hand, and capitalism and communism dancing together in the room just now, I’m afraid it would be a shame. Newspapers of Upper Terra are popular for a whole month...

"Maybe not in the plan...but definitely under control, little Virgil—the final word has always been on our side."

"But you...how is the progress of the meeting?"

"Accompanies that Miss Tallulah to act in a show - deceives a lot of people, old aunt, you didn't notice that the knights of Kazimir over there are still barking their teeth with Tallulah... But Skills are not as good as people, and they have nothing to say..."

"However, before the formal discussion started, there were explosions and firing outside—so who is attacking Rutland now?"

"Cultists, speculators, and cultists—well...all the gangsters, at least for now"

.....

【... You must find the Duchess of Ursus and kill her! 】

[Scramble this meeting or destroy the plans of those heretics, praise the Lord of Change—]

[This is an opportunity, warriors—since the Laterans refuse to share the favor of the Old One, break into the underground sanctuary of the Pope's Hall and seize the "artifact" of the Old One! 】

[Blood Sacrifice Blood God ￥@#*...skull offering skull seat! ! ! 】

[General Tina!Governor Perika!The bathroom on the airship is clogged—"Zawba!!!"]

【*Completely confused raving, I don’t know what it is coming from...】

Just zoom in on your senses and mind, and you can just hear the whispers and curses everywhere in the city....

"It's still a little bit... EMMM... If there are green skins, the scene should be much happier...."

Alice shook her head and said that the big gangsters in the city are still a little bit "cheerful"... But that's okay, if there are green skins, the holy city of Sakota may not be able to have it.

"Then I think you should like the rainforest tribesmen of Sargon very much. You really don't think the matter is big enough-do you want us to take action now?"

Qianjie casually replied to Alice, and looked at the entire city that was in full swing... Although under the influence of Avalon, the world in the box, the casualties received by Lateran's side so far are almost Zero...just a few unlucky alien travelers who died in the initial turmoil—

"No need—of course, if your hands are itchy, please go ahead."

Alice shrugged at Qianjie—and Qianjie, who was able to move freely, rushed out of the line of defense immediately, preparing to twist a few skulls in the chaos and see a fight...

"45?"

"Commander, I'm-"