Lord of terror

"This issue needs to be looked at from two perspectives. The first perspective is that the number and level of our players who entered Tuo Xing are far lower than those of flower growers. This is a fact. They have vested interests, and we all left the game. They They will not leave, and they may even increase their emphasis on the game, allowing them to stay in the game for a longer period of time. Therefore, what we are doing now is useless.

But besides this method, is there any other way we can influence that distant world?We know nothing about him, about the Sun Lord (she made an exaggerated gesture), not to mention exerting any influence on him, as long as we cause him a little displeasure, we will be removed from that Get out of the magical world.

Even if a dog broke into my house, I would not chase it away so mercilessly. We treat him like a dog at all, like the tiniest flying insect.

From the second point of view, the number and level of our players entering the support star are far lower than those of the florists - I know I said it again, but please continue to listen to me, this means that our development and transformation in magic is far away. Below the florists, they would have entered the magic age first, and even they are now!It's not like it was before Space Rift, when they were just catching up to us.Now, they are going to completely throw us into another universe.

You have all seen how people in the black state live. In the future, the gap between us and florists will be the gap between the black state and us now.We will live in a garbage dump, living every year in the hope that the government will be able to get a 'relief from a big country' from the United Nations, of course, if the United Nations existed at that time.

Now, both angles are said and done.I want to ask you guys, do you realize what we are going to do? "

She confidently faced the camera, did not scan the small live broadcast screen in front of her, and did not need to see the reaction of the audience. She knew them very well, or rather, understood them: "We have to let the flower growers take the same actions as us, at all costs. By all means."

"At all costs...do you mean war?"

"Is war terrible?" Mrs. Ott laughed. "I have to say, if war is used, it's best to take advantage of it now, after all, our weapons are still useful now. And it won't be long—the worst guess is only It will take a few months, and now our most advanced aircraft, tanks, and even aircraft carriers are just scrap metal."

Mrs. Otter has a lot of sense when there aren't too many "invisible hands" tugging at her limbs and forcing her to behave in a certain way.She threw away the laser pointer in her hand and flicked her hair: "Gentlemen and ladies, I know what you want. You want 'everything is going up steadily on the basis of maintaining the status quo'. Although, even if the fire War, the death and loss and the distance, but fighting a faction like that, after all, the variables are too big. So we better just wave the battle flag at each other, but don't actually start a war, right?

But believe me, the other party is not a fool, we are just waving the flag, he will not respond.On the contrary, when we leave Tuoxing, we will be more closely integrated with the Monroe lord and develop faster.

In fact, we only need to detonate a regional war, and there is no need to win the war.Because as long as we go to war, we win, and countries in battle obviously cannot indulge in games all day long.The florists and their allies will have to step up with us, and their people will inevitably be withdrawn from the game.

When the number of players decreases rapidly, the concession of the Lord Monroe is inevitable.Think about it, everyone, what we will get by then-at least hundreds of years of youth and fitness, superpowers like in the movie, and even... becoming a god!

Gentlemen, your brother is finally as brave as he was in his youth.And ladies, your sagging skin won't have streaks resurfacing every few days.You don't need to worry about the distribution of inheritance, after all, it is more reassuring only if you control your own property.

When you like it, call those children to play games with them, and when you don't like it, let them go.If old children bore you, bring forth new ones.New is always better, isn't it? "

Mrs. Ott showed a smug smile, she knew that she had succeeded.

These people here now, men and women who hold great power and wealth, what do they care about, world peace?No, they only care about themselves.Just like their grand master.It is not just for sex that he wants to obtain the integrity of his body several times. Sex is just a symbol, representing his youth and bravery.Instead of drowsiness, forgetfulness, or even incontinence.

The Sun Lord who rudely drove her away will soon apologize to her in tears.At that time, she would demand more from him—that was the compensation she demanded on behalf of the interests of the beautiful country and its allies, without any self-interest.

Just when Mrs. Ott was extremely excited, someone interrupted her fantasy: "Mrs. Ott! The florist just held an emergency press conference and opened the broadcast to the world!"

Mrs. Ott smiled: "Well, let's see how this country will react. They are obviously aware of the threat of war. This is obviously a reception to avoid war. I believe they will do the right thing. of choice."

Mrs. Ott directly let the screen behind her start playing the press conference of the florist. The content in the screen was a battleship in the sea.

"What? They don't really want to go to war, do they? Haha...ha?"

"Boom!" A stalagmite pierced the sea surface, and then the center of the stalagmite burst, and magma began to spew out from the stalagmite.

At least 30 people flew out of the battleship, and the battleship quickly turned around and headed out of the camera!The pictures on the screen have become multi-cameras. In addition to the pictures that are determined to be drones, some of these flying people are also filmed.

Although the camouflage uniforms they wore were loose, they did not look like they were wearing flying devices.

Some people turned into firemen and stood directly in the magma, while others flew to higher places.Under the command of Pyro, the magma gushes out quickly, and gradually spreads over the entire sea area in the camera.

This picture is dazzlingly red, but no one will look away.

Many people watching the live broadcast should be shouting "WTF!" Thinking that this is a press conference of a certain movie or something, but Mrs. Ott and many dignitaries know that this is not a special effect of a movie, it is true.Those people really showed the power of magic in the real world!

Ten minutes later, the heavy rain suddenly poured down——people realized that they had ignored the people flying in the sky.In a burst of thick smoke rising from the mist, the surface magma solidified, and the next layer of magma broke through the solidified layer and gushed out. Under the confluence of cold and heat, the magma became fragments.

Huge stone men whizzed down from the air (the stone man in the lead looked familiar, wasn’t it the famous master T of the flower planter?), they smashed into the magma or crisp volcanic rock, they were in the magma, the surrounding The magma solidified at a faster rate, and they were placed on the ground in the broken volcanic rocks, and the finely broken and porous stones gradually became denser and denser.

When a large piece of stone appeared on the ground, more people fell down. They raised their hands in the rain and sowed a lot of seeds. Withered and rotted quickly, a thick layer of soil accumulated on the ground in a short period of time.

The stone man raised his arms, the earth began to deform, and there was another bang, but this time what spewed out was clear groundwater.The sower also scattered the seeds again, but this time tall trees grew.

Pyro has not been idle, the lava here has stopped, and the lava next to it is still continuing, but the heat wave will not cause any damage to the lush green world.

Two hours later, the camera turned back to the press conference hall.

The spokesperson of the Flower Planter only said one sentence: "The Flower Planter announced the informal establishment of diplomatic relations with Monroe. Of course, because of Monroe's special geographical location, we can only send an ambassador to Monroe for the time being. An hour later , the press conference will continue to be held at the Monroe City Lord's Mansion."

Almost at the same time, the Raksha Kingdom and several countries that have good relations with the flower growers also announced the establishment of diplomatic relations with Monroe, and also stated that the press conference will continue to be held in Monroe.

The official website of "Space Rift" released the latest announcement: Do you want superpowers?Come on then.

Mrs. Ott was biting her nails subconsciously, and the secretary called her three or four times before she reacted.

"Mrs. Otter, the Commander wishes to have a conversation with you."

"Oh, yes." Mrs. Ott agreed, but she didn't ask where the commander-in-chief was. Instead, she found a place and sat down, as if she just changed her posture and continued to be in a daze.

The secretary didn't dare to say anything, so he could only leave.

So ten minutes later, the commander came by himself: "Diya, I want to know how the situation is going?"

"Ah! I'm live broadcasting, Mr. Grand Commander!" Diaiya exclaimed, as if she had just noticed that the Grand Commander came in.

"It's already over. After all, there is no audience for the live broadcast. It can't be called a live broadcast. It can only be called a one-man show." The commander leaned over and sat on Diaya's desk. "War seems to be dead."

"On the contrary, I think the florists' actions just now were not as easy as they showed. They should have tried their best! I think..."

"Stop it, Daya. 'I think' 'should be' 'I think', is the United States going to rely on your unfounded and evidence-based guesses to send our lads to fight a group of super soldiers? No, That's death."

Mrs. Otter's eyes were obviously widened in horror: "Do you want me to bear all this?"

Obviously, what frightened her was not that some young man was going to die, but that she was going to be the scapegoat for it all.

The commander patted Mrs. Ott on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you just disappeared for a while."

"Commander!" Mrs. Ott grabbed the commander's hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, but the commander patted her hand off, turned and left.Mrs. Otter wanted to catch up, but the commander's bodyguard stood up and stopped her behind.

Mrs. Otter stood there stunned, and the next second she started frantically calling, asking for help from anyone she thought could help her.

Mrs. Otter... may she get what she deserves.

In the main city of Monroe, journalists who had registered with diplomatic agencies of various countries in reality entered the city lord's mansion.There were also those who intended to muddle through, but all of them were blocked on the outside.

[We are reporters!We have the right to interview and the right to know! ] The gurgling sounds of these griggies don't sound so cute now.

Standing at the door were native soldiers, most of whom were ex-Sun Lord clerics who had performed well in training.Now they are candidate soldiers of Monroe's lord's guard—from clerics to soldiers, and these people have not felt lost. On the contrary, they have become full-fledged members of the God's Guard with red eyes.

Netril was one of them. He glanced at the players who were on duty together, and the players helped him translate the words of these reporters word by word.

"Meng Luofei has only the divine right. Obeying Meng Luofei's regulations is the highest authority. If you are not on the record, you are not within the regulations. No entry! If you continue to make noise, you will be expelled!"

A few guys were probably used to ignoring the rules, even after Netril said so, they were still yelling loudly and intending to squeeze in.Then, of course, there was no more, they dropped the line and got banned.Then these guys began to yell about Meng Luofei's arrogance, domineering and dictatorship on various self-media, but no one cared about his howling.

Kunz sat behind the rostrum, expressionless, but extremely nervous to deal with the press conference - the guards on the outside of the castle are indigenous, but the guards inside are all official.

"Why didn't you reveal your identity as the lord of the other world from the very beginning, but instead disguised all of this as a game?"

"Before I established contact with Blue Star, I conducted a long-term observation. I found that if I told the truth, then no one in Blue Star would believe me. You will think that all of this is either a liar or a liar. madman."

[You said you have observed the blue star for a long time?Then can you tell me why you chose a florist instead of other countries? ]

"If I had chosen another country, this protest would have happened many years ago, not now."

[In your world, you have the ability to provide players with a more complete and sound body. Your behavior of only providing a mutilated body has brought great psychological harm to some people.And a mother's child died of a drug overdose not long ago in real life. If the game brought her child satisfaction, then the poor boy would not have done so in reality.I would like to ask, will you improve the game on these flaws in the future? ]

"As a lord, my demeanor tells me that I have to listen to your words. But listening to this shit is the limit of my patience."

As soon as Kunz finished speaking, the reporter just disappeared.

[What you just did is a violation of journalists' right to know and a violation of international conventions! ]

"Who gave reporters the power? There is no such profession as a reporter in Tuo Xing! Where did you come from? I am not the monarch of Blue Star, I am the god of Tuo Xing!" Kunz subconsciously blurted out such words , After shouting, he almost failed, but luckily he held back his blushing.

And the reporter who asked the question disappeared as well.

[Hello, Lord Monroe, first of all, my wife was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer... Maybe you don't know, it is a cancer with a very high mortality rate.But after playing your game, she recovered.As far as I know, a few other patients were also treated.Can all diseases of our blue star be cured in your world? ]

"For your generation, yes. Blue Star is a world without magic, which makes your body extremely sensitive to magic power. Magic power will be a special medicine in 200 years. But after 200 years, you have already adapted to it. With magic, things would be different."

[We just saw the performance from the florist, does this mean... as long as we have enough game time, we will all have that ability? ]

"The answer to this question is almost the same as before. Because of your sensitivity to magic power, almost all of you will awaken your extraordinary talents within one or two hundred years. But also as your body adapts, the difficulty of awakening will increase instead."

[My lord, will there be gods in our world...? ]

"It should be the hero that first appeared, right? It's like the hero of Meng Luofei now, but I can't give a definite answer. After all, it's your world."

Kunz answered questions one after another. The reporters also asked various questions. Later, they even asked Kunz if he was really gay.Will you accept women?And ask him if he is a flower planter who time-traveled (Brother, you got the truth.)?

The press conference lasted until [-] pm. Although the reporters still had a bunch of weird questions to ask, Kunz decisively ended the press conference.

Faced with the choice of "going out by themselves" or "being carried out", most of the reporters chose the former wisely.

"So they thought it was a game?" Uriel leaned against the wall and looked at Kunz who came out of the large meeting room as the venue.

Kunz = . = looked at Uriel: "You didn't listen to the whole thing just now, did you?"

Such a handsome posture now, but this is a corridor, like the waiting area for a variety show that opens the door—no matter whether the door is elegant, gorgeous, playful, or secretive, the waiting area is as dark as the rough room.

"..." Uriel choked, "Where's that cutie who calls me 'Father'?"

"Besides me and the captain, is there another cutie called your father? Who is that younger brother? Could it be Albert?"

"..." Uriel made a stop gesture to Kunzby, "I didn't come to make fun of you today."

His tone was as if Kunz had started this "cross talk" first.However, for the elderly, of course there must be concessions.

"Of course, father."

"Come on, continue with the lesson we left off - about why you need to expand."

It was just in case that Kunz was asked to go to Uriel before. When he brought it up, Kunz realized that it seemed that his idea of ​​maintaining the existing territory was contrary to the bosses.

Sure enough, when he saw Uriel and explained his purpose of coming, Ulier looked at him with a foolish expression on his face.However, before Kunz officially started to "receive education", he rushed here just in case, and explained the actions that the authorities were about to take.Kunz received an emergency training on "answering reporters' questions".

At the beginning of the training, Kunz thought he had to memorize a lot of various questions.But the boss who trained him only asked him a few times. After getting Kunz's answer, the boss said: "You don't need to be too restrained. You can answer whatever you want. Because your situation is similar to that of all countries in Bluestar. Leaders are different, you are a lord or a god, you have the confidence that all mortals do not have."

So that was the situation just now. When Kunz left, the boss secretly gave him a thumbs up.

(*/ω＼*) So, it should be okay, right?

"To... the small living room?"

"Of course, and the best milk tea and pudding!"

So Kunz gave Uriel a takeaway menu, and he ordered it himself, and the Lord's Mansion paid him the bill.

Uriel was satisfied.

Ulier’s lectures are not like the captain’s, who can start in any situation. He pays great attention to the sense of ritual—otherwise, he wouldn’t have run to find Kunz at all, and the conversation between the two of them had just begun.

Milk tea, pudding, cupcakes, and cream puffs were all spread on the table, the small blackboard stood up, and the books that Uriel took out from his space package were also placed on the table.

Kunz glanced at it: "Mulika's Travels?"

"This is just to add a bit of academic atmosphere." Uriel raised his hand to put the book down, but the book underneath was "The Love History of the Duke of Purple Sox", and he silently wrote "Mulika's Travels" "Put it on the top again, "Cough! The details can be ignored, let's get down to business."

"Okay." Kunz nodded silently. His mood was still a bit complicated. After all, he didn't just know that the printing industry in Monroe was so developed that booksellers could start publishing pornographic novels.He is also a son-in-law who knows that his old father-in-law reads pornographic novels.

Ulier, who was already crossing his legs, holding milk tea, and a lazy aristocratic afternoon tea posture, knocked the milk tea on the table (the tea didn't even spill out), and stared at Kunz: "I don't care about the purple socks The Duke is not interested!"

"Oh... I know you're not interested." Kunz looked innocent, "I really didn't think much about it."

Uriel took a deep breath: "I didn't mean to find a mother or father for Selfie either!"

Kunz nodded quickly: "You can choose how happy you are."

Uriel: "..."

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