Year of God's Choice

Aren't you wondering why this beauty is in a room where the space is distorted?The guards murmured in their hearts.

"I am Delanon Kesu, the supreme general of the Eastern Legion District. It seems that your Excellency should use an honorific title for me." Delanon tilted his head from the sofa and glanced at the young master.

"So what if I'm a general? Why don't you be my darling!" The young master salivated so much that he almost wanted to pounce on him immediately.

"Your Excellency, General." The two guards immediately gave Delanon a military salute. It seems that the military discipline is still very good.

Delanon raised his mouth mockingly: "Are you willing to let this guy be your future master?"

The young master suddenly changed his face: "You bastard! How dare you doubt my ability?"

He rushed forward and grabbed Delanon's lapel.

"Master! It's dangerous!" The two guards stopped him, and then immediately changed their words: "Don't be disrespectful to the general!"

Are you crazy?The Playboy!That's Mr. General!What kind of demon can become a general, they soldiers know best in their hearts!

"Get the hell out of here, you two scumbags!" The son growled, "I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson! Let him know what 'ability' is!" He licked the corners of his mouth and began to imagine how to play with the general body.

"Assaulting the general is a capital offense." Delanon looked straight into his eyes indifferently. This young man is quite handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, so handsome that he doesn't look like a boy, his skin is so fair that it can be broken, and his features are exquisite It's just right - the skin of a beautiful boy.

"I want to viciously 'violate' you! Stab until you cry!" The young master gritted his teeth and said with a ruthless smile.

"Spitting obscenities in front of the general is also a capital offense." Delanon smiled lightly and said, "Is the feeling of headshots also addictive?"

The head flew to the floor-to-ceiling glass in the corridor outside before it shattered.

There was no bleeding on the cut surface of the corpse.

The expressions of the two guards changed, and immediately——

suicide.

The young master is dead, and it will be a death penalty for them to return to their lives.

What a bloody morning.

Dick was too scared to come out of the bedroom. He hid behind the wall and covered his eyes—the general is too strong!

"It's just killing a scumbag. As for your martyrs, don't you want to join me?" Delanon kicked the corpse away and said to Dick, "Get these corpses to a place where no one will find them outside, and destroy them and wipe out the traces, you know."

"Yes, yes!" Dick felt trembling in his heart - he had already been involved in a vicious incident against the commander of the Eighteenth Army by the general!It's over!I don't know if I can escape this time!

Delanon added: "If you are shaken, you can go to sue and say that I killed the son of the legion. But which side will win in the future, you have to think carefully."

Dick wanted to cry but had no tears—Master General, you have already talked about this point, how dare I think about it!To move your mind in front of you is death!

"Don't worry, I won't kill indiscriminately like other people. As long as you don't betray me, I will guarantee your life. You are my subordinate, and no one can touch you." Delanon took the opportunity to give him another guarantee, Reassuring Dick a little.

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The body was hidden in the storage room of the room, and Dick was going to destroy it after dark.Feeling restless, he and his lord general came to the breakfast banquet room - a very long dining table was filled with gourmet food and flowers, just like a palace feast.

Delanon immediately became the focus of the entire hall.

He was also looking at the crowd—these well-dressed officials all had lazy and comfortable expressions, enjoying the exquisite food with peace of mind. You must know that even food supply is very difficult in civilian residential areas—by A large amount of food produced by the mechanized large-scale agriculture organized by the empire is hoarded by the government, and the common people need to contribute a lot of wealth and labor to get food for subsistence.

The nobility is a new class that emerged a hundred years ago—it refers to the God-chosen officers and some of their descendants, even the mortals who married into the God-chosen legion, as well as the mortals appointed as officials and their descendants.

The entire empire was divided into several distinct classes. Under the emperor, the most noble class were the pure-blooded chosen ones—they had powerful power, and the stronger the power, the higher the status; followed by these officers The amazing thing is that even if two god-chosen are combined, the offspring produced may not have special powers, and these people become the second-level nobles; while those mortals who are trusted by the god-chosen are Promoted to become part of the circle of power and become a nobleman of the third estate.

Other human beings are as lowly as slaves. Even if they look directly at or offend nobles with words, they can be sentenced to death.

Although in the eastern metropolis, nobles have their own exclusive mansions, they are often attacked by rebels. In contrast, the tight defense of the city hall and the protection provided by the legion make more nobles Willing to settle here and build this place into their own Utopia.

According to the imperial decree, only pure-blooded God-Chosen officers have the right to deploy the military strength of the legion, and these branch legions are scattered around the edges of the city. As long as there is no order from the head of the legion, even if the city is destroyed, they will always stand by.Perhaps it is precisely because of the loopholes in the current military and political divide that the rebels in the city dare to carry out terrorist activities recklessly.

In addition, mortals can only live in the metropolis defined and built for them by the empire. The wilderness outside the city is filled with all kinds of terrifying monsters and crises, and the climate is extremely harsh. environment to survive.This city is actually just a greenhouse bestowed by the empire to mortals.

Although the government agencies inside the city were corrupt and autocratic, the Legion did not interfere with it.The imperial soldier is a very sacred profession. The real imperial army, from soldiers to officers, is strictly ranked according to the level of ability. They are all directly selected by the Tower of the Overlord, have the gold medal issued by the empire, and are truly chosen by the gods. They, they are called the pure blood legion, and their weak descendants are sent to the urban greenhouse to breed in captivity, and some people have hereditary military ranks because of their ancestors—such as Dick, although he is an ordinary mortal , because grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was once a small soldier in the Imperial Legion, but also because he was a chosen one who reached level 3, so he inherited the rank of his ancestors and was able to enter the planning of the city's legion.

The city legion is a group of mobs whose combat power is not comparable to that of the pure blood legion. It is composed of most mortals and is equivalent to the city's anti-riot team, but it does not play any role at all.

Originally, this was a fragile society built by power and power. The strong provided protection for the weak creatures in the greenhouse, and kept them in captivity as pets and recreation.

But as time went by, the weak species seemed to have misunderstood their identities, and even regarded Delanon, the highest-level god-chosen like a god of destruction, as the object of contempt. They mistakenly thought that by playing power way to suppress the General.

Delanon was quickly recognized by the noble officials, and some began to salute him, while others pretended not to see him.Delanon didn't care about this, but took a seat and sat down, having breakfast served by Dick.

Some nobles began to whisper in the unique dialect of the oriental city:

"Look at that flamboyant general! It's as dazzling as a gorgeous rose! It's a sin for a man to be so beautiful!"

"It is said that he is weak and often vomits blood in public. How could such a weak person be canonized as a general by His Majesty the Emperor? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to his unparalleled beauty?"

"I heard that his mansion was attacked by rebels last night. It's a miracle that he was not killed!"

"There are also rumors that he fought off a corpse changer on the street of luxury last night."

"Dead Transformers! My God! Have such terrible monsters appeared in our city! Could it be that no one can stop those thugs! How long are those pure-blood legions going to stand by!"

"Master Chief Financial Officer, the [-]th Legion will provide us with shelter sooner or later. The son of the Legion Master has been living here. As long as you nod, the Pure Blood Legion may be able to enter the city to clean up the mobs for us..."

"But I haven't seen that playboy all morning. He knocked on my door last night. Is he still sleeping in?"

Dick, who could understand the dialect, broke out in cold sweat on his brow—the young master who had high hopes has turned into a corpse!