The Education of Love in Fast Transmigration

The battle on the front line is not optimistic. Sitting in the conference hall, Shumo stared at the vacant marshal seat, frowning tightly, but he still had to comfort the slightly manic Prime Minister Snoke, "Relax, I believe the Marquis of Moon is the most For an excellent knight, a momentary loss does not represent a decisive victory."

Seth Snoke just got out of the complicated military meeting, and came to the meeting room immediately, afraid of making Shumo wait for a long time-although the senator has a veto power, he cannot personally intervene in military and political affairs Well, Seth felt that he really didn't think well when he messed up this system.

The haste of walking also meant that he didn't have time to relieve his emotions, and his restlessness and anxiety were written all over his face.

"Being able to destroy the paladins full of the glory of the empire, I really should praise this poor little man who made his fortune from a dilapidated fishing village." Seth was obviously so angry that he was incoherent by Lockteel's rudeness.

"Relax, my prime minister." After a pause, Shumo was as calm and composed as usual, "Being able to destroy my neighbors and allies of St. Sirian in half a month, Lockeel is not what it used to be."

I have checked the relevant information a long time ago, and it seems that Lockteel ushered in the turning point of taking off four years ago, as if it is a replica of Saint Silian, the crumbling tiny country ushered in a strong and shrewd new king.

The new king did a more thorough job than Seth. He killed all the royal family of Lockteil, threatened the cowardly lords and nobles in the pool of blood to support him as king, and let the loyal incarnation saint Lilian wear the crown for himself. On the dragon head ring.

The new king even regarded himself as a devil, and even the military orders and laws he issued were cruel and harsh. He was a full-fledged tyrant.

Rockteel didn't suddenly launch a trouble across the sea to swagger...

The Dark Continent was conquered by Lockteel's heavy cavalry with fire|guns a year ago.

There was no battle to fight, so they turned their guns on the mainland where Saint Silian was located.

The new king is an out-and-out war madman, and he has thoroughly implemented the policy of supporting the country through war.

The flames of war swept across, and under the leadership of the new king, Lockteel seemed to be reborn, and his combat power was unparalleled. In less than half a month, the seven countries around Saint Sirian were destroyed. Even the richest Mansha Surrender within.

In less than a month, seven countries were destroyed in a row... Blitzkrieg?

Shumo stared at the frontline military newspaper in front of him, unable to comprehend.

"The Esnock border line has been breached. We can no longer look at this menacing guest with the old eyes." The truth is always very hurtful, but Shumo had to tell Seth. The jackal is telling the truth, who else but him? "We have to act cautiously. If we are still sleeping in the old dream, what happened to the allies is a lesson for St. Silian."

"Don't worry, I won't be blinded by my ego." Seth's current high position is not entirely due to iron blood and arbitrariness, he has his own shrewdness and wisdom.

Anger only makes him calmer and stronger.

At the beginning, I got the information from the front line, Lockeel's army is an iron cavalry regiment dressed in steel and black armor, and each knight will be equipped with a new type of musket|gun...

Although the fire|gun was introduced from the Eastern Continent a long time ago, because of its high cost and limited environment (Saint Silian is in the rainy season for more than half a year, the fire|gun has not been improved, and it is easy to turn off). The practicability is really not high. St. Silian is still dominated by cavalry.

Delusion to fire a gun in St. Silian is simply a dream, not to mention that it is the rainy season of St. Silian.

The opponent actually used fire | guns to fight Saint Silian. At first, Seth Snoke thought that the commander of Rockteel was not very good - he couldn't even control the specific strength of the opponent, blindly believing in technology, but he would suffer a big loss .

As a matter of course, Seth held such self-confidence until the recent military conference.

In the middle of the meeting, the battle report was received, and the Esnock border defense line... was defeated.

The paladins led by Earl Munn were defeated by the opponent's strange muskets.

"They took advantage of the good weather to break through?" This was the only explanation Seth could think of.

"No... The enemy cavalry group stormed the defense line day and night in the rain, and that weird musket can be fired normally in the heavy rain." Speaking of this, the orderly was also very puzzled, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Damn it!" Seth finally realized that he had underestimated his opponent.

Being able to wipe out the neighboring countries with lightning speed, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible to be a small character-although the neighboring countries are rarely strong, it can be wiped out quickly if it is Saint Silian... It is this weakness and paralysis main idea.

"So, it's the suppression of arms?" Shumo quickly found the crux of the problem after listening to Seth's narration.

The cavalry on the hedge confronted the musketeers firing from a long distance.

Moreover, another identity of these gun soldiers is heavy cavalry, which is suitable for distance.

Is this Lockteel turned on?

Pushing back the messy hair on his forehead, Shumo let out a long sigh of relief, "Since the problem has been discovered, it's not too late to fix it. Seth, how many muskets does Saint Silian have?"

"You mean those iron gadas that won't be used in the rain?" Seth frowned so tightly that he could kill a fly. "Those iron pipes are just a pile of scrap iron in the rainy season on the land of San Silian."

"I think... the musket used by Lockteil should not be the musket of the past." Shumo simply picked up the quill, flipped over the parchment with the information written on it, and sketched a sketch of the gun with a few strokes, "Let's Call this new weapon a flintlock, and it can be used in heavy rain."

After receiving the sketch, Seth glanced at it in a hurry, and was shocked for a moment.

He looked at Shumo with disbelief, "Aimer, it's a pity that you don't become the Marshal of the Empire."

"So I became a senior official who can restrain the marshal. I am free and unrestrained. What's wrong with sitting firmly in the back and strategizing?" He raised his eyebrows and his tone was full of confidence.

This is the person he is looking for, as dazzling as ever, full of fun and vitality for hunters to hunt.

"Aimer." Seth said rigorously for no reason.

"Huh?" Shumo expressed his willingness to hear the details.

Seth said nothing more.

Putting down the parchment, the young duke, the prime minister of the empire, pushed aside his seat and came to Shumo step by step.

Stretching out his hand, he gently lifted Shumo's chin, staring into those beautiful eyes, "Dear Senator, Your Excellency Emer Stilmia, will you allow me to kiss you?"

chuckle.

Shumo was made to laugh and cry by this jackal gentleman.

Putting his hand to his lips to make a silent gesture, Shumo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a friendly smile, "No way, my dear Lord Snoke, honorable Prime Minister."

The two looked at each other, one didn't let go, and the other didn't dodge.

After a long time, Seth bent down and just kissed Shumo's hair.

"Since it is not allowed, then I can only go my own way and take advantage of it." After finishing speaking, it was the prime minister of the empire who was not easy to deal with.

Shumo rubbed his hair without fussing too much.

Outside the window, a little bat flapped its wings and creaked away.

Thousands of miles away, in the camp of Lockteel, the king, who is also the commander, stared at the crystal ball in front of him, and the image projected inside was the hasty kiss between Shumo and the Duke.

Although the kiss only fell on the hair, the king who saw this scene immediately waved his hand in anger and smashed the priceless crystal in front of him.

"Unforgivable!"

Jealousy, resentment, bloodlust, hatred.

All kinds of negative emotions surged up.

The blood-colored pupils were empty, and the king got up, ignoring the exhaustion he had just returned to the camp to rest, and blew the horn again, and marched forward.

A week was too long, and he couldn't wait for a moment now.

Leaving the army and St. Silian's outpost anxious, waving the horsewhip, the king drove the best mount and broke through the defense line.

He went deep into the enemy army, and at the moment when all the arrows were fired, many swords were aimed at him.

In the center of the shoulder blades, three pairs of black-feathered wings sprouted suddenly, huge and ostentatious, they blocked the arrows and swung the enemy back.

He soared into the sky and looked down at the mortal beings in the battlefield, his eyes were full of emptiness.

All are ants.

Soaring with wings, he flew towards the destination in his heart without resting for a moment.

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The night was quiet, and the palace lights were on and off.

In a corner of the inner palace, a window was blown open by the night wind, making a rattling noise.

Inside the room, Shumo, who was deeply buried in the eiderdown quilt, clicked his lips, turned over, and was not awakened.

Along with the night wind, there were also black crow feathers flying all over the sky.

Feathers fluttered into the room one after another, scattered all over the place, and a few were blown to the head of the bed, and landed on Shumo's hair and cheeks.

Footsteps sounded, and a man with long platinum blonde hair and dark red eyes suddenly appeared in the room.

He walked step by step towards the beautifully decorated bed and came to the sleeper.

Pale fingers wandered across the softly contoured sleeping face.

The dry and empty corner of my heart was finally satisfied.

"Sir..." The dark red eyes condensed a little bit of emotion and became focused. The visitor sat on the edge of the bed, walking with his fingertips even more indulgently and boldly.

He opened the neckline, pulled off the eiderdown, and let the white chest be exposed in the field of vision.

The color of the eyes became more and more cloudy and chaotic.

"Why did you leave? Did Searle disappoint Mr.?"

It turns out that the new king of Lockteel is Syl who was resurrected and reborn after completing the deal with the fallen angel.

After completing the deal with the fallen angel, he found himself a bastard who didn't understand mercy, would not be emotional, cold-blooded, and murdered without batting an eyelid.

A demon who will never please Mr.

He was terrified, he was terrified, and when he saw the pair of blood-colored eyes that indicated he was dealing with the devil, he completely collapsed.

At first, I wanted to find my husband's obsession, but gradually faded - my husband will hate me!Rather than being annoying to my husband, it is better to stay away.

But if you can't see Mr....

What is the meaning of his lingering life?

Confused... at a loss...

He began to live an unexamined life every day, plundering when he was hungry, strangling the necks of civilians when thirsty, and drinking the sweet and delicious blood in the opponent's body.

Gradually, everyone who saw him shunned him.

"Why don't you run away when you see me, aren't you afraid of me?" Once, he asked such a question to the only little girl who wasn't afraid of him.

"Why are you afraid of you?" The innocent little girl did not show the timidity of others towards him, "You are the same as me."

But when he slaughtered the little girl's relatives, innocence turned to hatred in the eyes of the other party.

"You said you weren't afraid of me." After saying this, he gouged out the little girl's eyes.

Seeing the little girl struggling on the ground in pain, there was no wavering in his heart.

As he grew older, his platinum-blond hair and outstanding appearance made him attractive to those with ulterior motives.

He didn't resist, and let himself be tied to the boat and taken to a place called the Dark Continent...

Candles are flickering, inside the resplendent and resplendent bedroom.

The bloated businessman looked at the naked young man bound by ropes in front of him, and the dick in his eyes was about to swell and pour out.

"Baby, don't be afraid, uncle, I will make you comfortable right away."

The 14-year-old Syl opened his eyes upon hearing this, and the ominous blood-colored pupils did not scare away the fat-minded businessman.

On the contrary, he seemed to have seen some strange treasure, "Baby, your eyes are really more dazzling than the jewels on the dragon head ring of His Majesty the King."

"The king...the dragon head ring...the precious stone..." Muttering these trivial words, Syl stared blankly at the merchant and asked, "Is it very precious?"

"Of course it's precious. It's a symbol of royal power. Only kings who are recognized by the saint are eligible to wear it."

Syl didn't show any resistance like those playthings in the past, but instead took the initiative to talk to him.

The businessman was overjoyed, thinking that he had bought an obedient pet this time.

When he came to Syl, the merchant decided to untie the pet and set him free.

"Why untie it?" Searle asked.

"You are so obedient, there is no need for uncle to tie you up." While untying the rope, the businessman did not forget to knead the young man's skin along the way.

Although it feels good, it is cold and lifeless.

The businessman wondered, but attributed the anomaly to the fact that the pet had been naked for a long time, without thinking too much.

"If you let me go free, I will die." The cold words, the tone of statement.

The businessman thought it was funny, "Baby, you have no joke at all." As he spoke, he still held the boy's hand and put it on his fluffy chest, "What's the matter, baby, I want to use these delicate Did the little hand kill me?"

Searle watched the businessman's self-directed, self-acted and self-talked with cold eyes.

Suddenly, suddenly force.

As the businessman said, just pass through the chest in the posture of the other party's chest.

Pulling back, a beating heart appeared on the palm of the hand, and the rope broke and fell to the ground. Syl sat up, tilted his head, and said without feeling: "This is what you asked for."

After finishing speaking, he squeezed his palm, and the internal organs were broken and scattered on the ground.

The businessman didn't understand what was going on until his death.

The eyes are wide open, as if the eyeballs are about to pop out of their sockets.

Do not look down.

Randomly tore off a quilt and put it on his body, Syl muttered to himself, "Dragon Head Ring...Saint..."

Afterwards, one of the bloodiest and most absurd palace coups broke out in Lockteel.

In order to get the dragon head ring, he killed the king who was desperately unwilling to hand over the dragon head ring, and killed the royal family members who tried to plunder the dragon head ring or attempted to plunder the dragon head ring.

The saint led the lords and nobles from all over the place to the palace, and saw the young Syl playing with the dragon head ring among the corpses all over the floor.

Perhaps because of killing the lucky royal family members, the appearance of Syl's demon became more and more obvious, and a pair of black wings grew out behind him, which were huge and eye-catching.

Seeing this appearance, the saint Lilian was suddenly frozen.

She exclaimed, then prostrated herself on the ground the next moment, and came to Syl on her knees, "Lord! Are you back? Do you know how long your most loyal servant, Lilian, has been waiting for this moment?"

Syl frowned, very puzzled, and couldn't understand what the woman was saying at all.

Seeing that the other party was still holding the dragon ring in his hand, Lilian immediately reacted, stood up, first recited a long section of incomprehensible eulogy, and then asked respectfully, "Lord, can Lilian put the king ring on for you?" Quit?"

Although Nao didn't understand what the other party wanted to do, but the other party didn't come to grab the ring, Syl didn't refuse, and handed over the dragon head ring.

Lilian received the dragon head ring, and praised and blessed again.

Then, with tears in his eyes, he put the dragon head ring on Syl, and then prostrated himself on the ground like before, "Lord, you are the chosen king of Lockteel!"

He raised his head, his eyes full of hope, "Lord, I hope you can lead Rockteer back to the top!"

Seeing that the saint Lilian supported the new king, the lords and nobles who were gathered back to the king city by Lilian naturally had no objection.

But in the end, it was because all the former royal families were wiped out, so Searle's superiority was naturally rumored to be extremely evil.

Things backfired, Lilian waited for a long time but did not wait for the new king's wise new deal.After assuming the throne, Syl was still in a slump, and Lilian tried her best to persuade him, but it didn't work.

Unable to bear it any longer, Lilian said straightly: "The poor king will disappoint his followers!"

Disappointed!

The word hit Seale's heart.

yes……

He can't disappoint Mr.

"Then how can I not disappoint him?" Syl asked him, not the follower.

He doesn't care whether other people are disappointed or not, as long as the husband doesn't disappoint himself.

Lilian only thought that her lord had finally figured it out, and said joyfully, "Naturally let Lokthir become the most powerful kingdom in this world, and let the whole world respect Lokthir."

"The most powerful?" Syl muttered, and then wrote lightly: "Then let all those who get in the way disappear." When there is only one country left in the whole world, Lockteel, it will naturally be the most powerful.

With determination, the rest is easy to do.

It took three years to reorganize Lockteel's training army, and another year to unify the Dark Continent.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that Syl accidentally learned that Lilian's old master was the fallen angel who had traded with him back then.

"You already knew that I am not your master." Syl stated this fact.

Lilian shook her head, her face was full of morbid obsession, "But you are the one I want to follow! Lord Dilian!"

Sylvester Dillian.

This is Syl's full name, and it was on the day Syl became king that Syl's full name appeared on the water mirror.

"Since you follow me, can you also tell me where that guy is?"

Maybe by killing the trader, he'll be able to get back what's his.Syl suddenly had such an extravagant wish.

"Of course! Lilian is very happy to serve the Lord!" Lilian didn't feel guilty about betraying her old master at all.

Under Lilian's guidance, Syl saw the fallen angel again.

It was also with Lilian's help that Searle successfully plotted against the fallen angel, trapping and killing him.

But the trade item did not return to him, he just inherited the ability of the fallen angel and became the new fallen angel.

Disappointed...

"Lord! You are indeed the most honorable king in the world!" Lilian stared obsessively at Syl's new six wings, her eyes full of expectations.

This woman is very obtrusive.

Syl thought this way for a while, and shot through the opponent's chest the next moment.

Empty?

Forgot, the other party also made a deal with the fallen angel.

"Ah~ Lord~ Are you going to be a lucky concubine~" Lilian didn't seem to be injured when her chest was penetrated, but she seemed to have reached an orgasm.

Syl couldn't kill this unreasonable woman, so he could only choose to escape.

According to the plan, the expedition to the Western Continent does not need to be so radical.

but……

Looking back at a certain woman who was still intoxicated, Searle only felt that the hand that penetrated the other's chest just now had become filthy.

He didn't want to stay for a moment.

After boarding the Western Continent, seven kingdoms were destroyed in a row, and it was also from the mouths of these surrenders that they learned that the name of the Senator of St. Sirian was Emer Stilmia...

Yes, sir!

With a goal, there is no need to hold back.

plunder!

He has to keep plundering, as long as the whole world is under his control, the husband will also come back to him!

Sylvester Dillian... didn't know that this kind of mentality had long been out of balance, and he didn't realize that what was plundered was always just dead things.

The night wind blew away the haze of the past and the ailments of the past.

The six-winged black feathers hung down behind him, and while Syl stroked the person under him, he kept his eyes on the face of the person in front of him.

"Sir, you haven't changed at all."

"Sir, Syl has been waiting for you for a long, long time."

"Sir, the Western Continent will soon be attached to Lockteel, can Syl stay by your side now?"

Asking one sentence at a time, the finger is getting closer and closer to a taboo site.

Xier simply pressed his whole body on Shumo's body, and the huge black wings covered the two of them.

The sound of tsk tsk water...

The muffled sound of collision...

sighing gasp...

Swaying bed boards...

This dream is destined to be deep and long.

The author has something to say:

Don't ask me why I was stuffed with soy sauce, Shumo piggy is still awake.

On the correct use of the six wings♂——isn't Shumo not optimistic enough about the four wings now?

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