Thank you for the invitation. I am in Terra, just under the stars.

she says--

PS: I didn’t sleep very peacefully.

PS2: I need a loli pillow

76. Tallulah's Chains of Hatred

Fyodor stood high in the palace. He had been standing for a long time.

He, who used to be irritable and irritable in the past, was speechless now, staring at the battleship in the sky that blocked the sun.

More than half of the army lost news, and the Holy Castle became an isolated and helpless island in the vast sea.

Having completely lost the capital to resist, he ended the war before he even figured out how to proceed.

So fast, so fast, everything seems like it happened yesterday...actually it was yesterday.

Fyodor didn't even know what emotion he should express, he was completely confused.

Ursus has always been synonymous with the torrent of steel. As long as you talk about this empire, you will think of the army composed of tens of thousands of armored units, rolling over all enemies with iron hooves.

But how can the beasts on the earth compare with the overlord who conquers the sky?

That huge warship floated in the air, destroying the entire city wall with just one bombardment, overturning the entire army with just one salvo...

The empire of Ursus, which was supposed to be a bloated giant, turned out to be as weak as a baby in front of those people.

The internal guards, which symbolized the country's highest military force, also turned into flesh-and-blood bombs and exploded amidst the artillery fire and beams.

Those demonic fragments were eroding the citizens, but they were unable to harm the enemy at all. Any black light was blocked by the light blue energy barrier.

That is technology far beyond modern times...

His thoughts didn't stop until he heard heavy footsteps, and the door was opened with a bang.

Looking back, a tall man in power armor walked in with a strange gun in his hand. Among these power armors, the Duke's daughter was walking with a handsome young man.

Do not……

Now she is Tallulah, the silver-haired Drac, so proud and so high-spirited.

Seeing those powered armors pointing their guns at him, Fyodor slowly raised his hands above his head, and Werther beside him followed suit.

They have been mentally prepared for a long time and are standing here waiting for this moment.

But after he was really taken down, he woke up from a dream and couldn't help but start to regret it.

If we had paid more attention to Kazdaele at that time, would we not be in the current situation?

Ursus swears!

Who the hell would have thought that just ignoring a group of people who are similar to primitive society will provoke an enemy who is like a god!

A powered armor stepped forward across the crowd, took out handcuffs and cuffed his hands. A mechanical voice without any emotion came from under the armor:

"Fyodor, you have been arrested for war crimes, murder of senior officials of Iron Blood Heavy Industries, and humiliation of Iron Blood Heavy Industries.

"Whether you go to the guillotine or go to prison, it's up to you to decide."

Facing someone whose arms were much thicker than his own, Fyodor did not lose his temper and asked in a bachelor manner:

"what do I need to do?"

When he asked this question, other powered armors had already begun to disperse and search the palace's properties.The black-haired young man and Nadrak were looking at him not far away. Feodor knew that they were the ones who made the decision, but he was not even qualified to talk to them.

A short scarlet light flashed under the power armor helmet, and a synthesized mechanical sound continued to come out:

"What you do depends on how much you think you are worth."

Fyodor took a scimitar from his waist.

It is a symbol of glory passed down from generation to generation by Ursus rulers, like a crown and a scepter. It is the embodiment of Ursus' imperial power.

The swords of the inner guards were cast from this as a template, which proved that the inner guards were the absolute embodiment of Ursus' will. The sight of these swords was equivalent to the arrival of the emperor.

It is precisely because of this special relationship that Fyodor decided to pursue the matter after the death of the inner guard in order to prevent the declining imperial power from being further tarnished.

The power armor took the scimitar, looked at it casually and said:

"Can be used as a museum collection."

Feodor glanced at Tallulah and saw that the two people no longer paid attention to him. He sighed in his heart and stopped talking.

It's okay to give away the spoils that should belong to the opponent, but it's not okay to let him step on the empire that is about to collapse.

Seeing that he didn't want to do anything else, the agent didn't insist on the 50 pieces of seaweed, and took him and Werther to the cell to squat first.

................................................

There is nothing good about Ursus's palace, or rather, there is nothing good to see.

Their art was a bit too crude for Zhou Cheng and lacked exquisite beauty.

He was thinking about whether to support an engineering team in Tallulah and let her rebuild a palace.Thinking of this, I thought it would be better to do it more simply.

Then he patted Tallulah on the shoulder and asked:

"Have you ever thought about changing the name of the country? It can't be called Ursus."

Ursus used to be called the Hippogriff Empire, but the imperial power was overthrown by the Ursus people, and then it was renamed Ursus.

According to Tallulah's identity, isn't that the Drak Empire?

Victorian Orthodoxy was in Ursus.

"Well...I haven't thought about this yet."

As she said this, Tallulah's face showed hesitation.

She seemed to have a plan in mind, but she wasn't sure.

Zhou Cheng, who has always taken matters into his own hands, encouraged:

"How about trying the Drake Empire? Your father was kicked out of Victoria as a member of the Drake royal family and died in a foreign country.

"With this name, we can also prepare for conquering Victoria next."

"...?!"

Tallulah was suddenly startled by the teacher's plain words, and asked uncertainly:

"Teacher, did you just say, Victoria?"

"Of course, don't you want to fight back? It's a family feud, and both your parents died because of it."

Zhou Cheng spread his hands and said with a serious face:

"Perhaps there are many reasons for the death of your parents, but Victoria definitely has an unshirkable responsibility. Whether it is Yanguo or Kosiche, the actions against your parents were all because of the attitudes of the Aslan royal family and the great nobles... To put it bluntly, the emperor of Yan Kingdom was not just a part of the knife in this matter, at most he was closer to the person holding the knife.

"If you want evidence, as your teacher, I can find it for you, right?"

"...No need."

Tallulah's eyes became sharp in vain. She took a deep breath to soothe her breath, opened her hands and gently hugged the black-haired young man who was slightly taller than herself. She snuggled against him briefly for a while, using his chest to cover her chest. The heart beats violently.

She once thought that by killing Kosiche, her hatred would be half repaid, but now she realizes that it was just a short section of the chain of hatred.

In the tall body, the hot dragon's breath circulated between the organs, almost spurting out from the trachea, making the surrounding air saturated with the smell of steel and sulfur.

She said solemnly:

"I trust the teacher."

77. Educational Tallulah (Additional Updates)

Burning hatred spreads in my heart.

It is better to spread the war to Victoria and use artillery fire to vent the old hatred...

Young Drake had extremely radical and inhumane thoughts in an instant, and was frightened for himself when he turned around.

"I just……?!"

Tallulah's hands were fisted in her husband's clothes, holding back a handful of sweat.

She breathed slowly, wiped the sweat from her hands on her clothes, gradually relaxed in the spacious and warm embrace, and whispered:

"Sir, I was just thinking about doing something very bad to Victoria."

"Why is it bad?" Mr. asked, seemingly strangely.

Then there was a gentle pat on the back, and the gentleman who had had close contact with him said slowly in a gentle tone:

"Tallulah, you have to believe that our ideas are advanced and beautiful, and they are salvation for every Terran.

“Look at Victoria, look at Casimir, why aren’t people like Ursus, living in the mud?

"If you want to start a war against these decadent countries, it must not be a war of aggression, but a war of liberation.

“Rescue those people whose lives cannot even be counted as their own from the hands of slave owners and capitalists, so that they can breathe the air of freedom, so that they no longer have to suffer oppression and exploitation...

"Tallulah, can you do this?"

This is the first time that Mr. has spoken to him so gently and solemnly... at least that's what Tallulah feels.

She was distracted for a moment, not knowing how to speak. She wanted to be sure, but she was not so confident in her heart.

She didn't know what she was hesitating about, she just didn't want to speak, but subconsciously hugged her husband harder with her hands.

After waiting like this for a few seconds, Tallulah heard her husband whisper in her ear:

"I'll be right behind you."

All the hesitation and hesitation disappeared, and in his heart, as if the clouds were clearing, the silver-haired Drake suddenly calmed down and said with certainty:

"……I can do it."

As long as... you're by my side.

As long as that is the case.

Tallulah suddenly understood that it was her husband who pulled her out of the snowy field full of conspiracies. It was her husband who allowed her to truly break away from the black snake's thoughts. It was also her husband who allowed her to stand in the palace and look at the present day coldly. The emperor was dragged down, and the entire land of Ursus awaited his arrival.

Yes, everything she has is given by her husband.

This is not something difficult to accept. For her, her husband has given more than a real relative.

This is why she is willing to do those too intimate things for her husband.

Emotions should not be refined by material things, but what she accepted was indeed so much more than others, so much that there was no need to compare.

My heart has long been accustomed to my husband, and I even vaguely want to seek a closer relationship, so I felt blocked when I realized that my husband had just come out of another woman's room.

What a twisted emotion...

Sighing in her heart, Tallulah had no intention of letting go.

My husband likes me anyway, so even if he wants to let go, it’s useless, right?

So, just enjoy it from a different angle.

If I also like Mr., I also love Mr., even if this love is twisted and abnormal...

Then, when my husband does those things to me, doesn’t it mean that I make money?

But just as she was thinking this, the husband suddenly let her go.

Suddenly losing the reassuring warm embrace, and suddenly returning to the package of cold air, even my heart became empty, as if I had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand to try to stay, and saw her husband looking at her strangely.

Tallulah had no choice but to retract her hand in embarrassment.

Damn it, what was I thinking?

Tallulah, how shameless you are! ?

Questioning herself loudly in her heart, she tried to throw all those random thoughts out of her mind.

People can't, at least shouldn't...

But at this moment, a pair of strong arms hugged him into a warm embrace again.

A sense of security came from all directions, and the resistance that had just arisen was eroded by the excessive comfort and disappeared.

"Do you like it when I hold you?"

How can it be? !