Chapter 1680 The missing imperial experimental subject
It can be said that they only met in one round, and Vetalun was completely defeated by Ozma's offensive, as fragile as an egg shell that bumped against the edge of a stone.
"Father!"
The youngest member of the parliament in the empire, Alan Grand, panicked and desperately dug at the rubble in the ruins. Why is this happening? How could it become like this?
The holy relic Angel Blade hidden in the Golden Cathedral was actually shattered into pieces by Ozma in the sky, and was crushed by the wind and clouds.
The splendid, magnificent golden cathedral cost unimaginable wealth to build, but now it has collapsed into ruins, so it is no different from other rubbish.
In an understatement, the Golden Cathedral was defeated in just a few moves. Oh my God, it turns out that Lord Michel has always fought against such a terrifying enemy.
"Eren, run away...Ozma's attack on Vetalon is purely for historical reasons. Just leave."
Among the ruins and rubble, a ray of holy light shone brightly. Bishop Hendrys' face was slightly distorted, his gorgeous robes were messy and torn, he coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth, and his golden stubble was dyed red, and he was still thinking about his son.
"Father!" Allen's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth but was suddenly speechless. One of his father's sleeves was empty, and he was missing an arm. If it weren't for his excellent holy power, Ozma's blow would have been impossible. It is enough to kill it directly without leaving any trace.
"Escape quickly and go to the Great Temple to ask for help. Ye Lin has disappeared, but Emperor Nian, the dragon, and the Sword Sect... are all in Hedunmar."
Hendrys had already stopped the bleeding in his arm and stood silently in the golden cathedral that was bright and bright half an hour ago, his fat body trembling.
Now he and Allen were in the same mood. They never thought that Lord Michelle could seal such a terrible enemy for hundreds of years alone.
Without personal experience, one can only obtain information about the Dark Crusade from books. No matter how vivid and brilliant the description is, it will not allow the priests to truly feel the darkness and despair of that era. The gap between them is really as big as the abyss.
We can only barely imagine how much humans living in that desperate era longed for the glory of Saint Michael, and were willing to follow him with their lives and regard him as a "god".
Any bit of light must be grasped in despair.
Hendrys seemed to realize something and began to understand, but it seemed a little late.
Arad has been at peace for too long. The occasional war is not a war between humans. Under the crushing force of absolute power, it is as ridiculous as playing house.
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"The will of your generation is far inferior to that of my generation." Ozma spread out his hands mockingly, standing proudly in the sky of Vetalun, looking down at the panicked and frightened people below, and felt very Noisy.
"At the beginning, everyone wanted to hang my body on the cross to atone for their sins. What burned in their eyes was fighting spirit, murderous intent, and determination, but you... only had fear."
In the Imperial Palace, Leon was wearing a gorgeous robe, gold and silver threads, and embroidered with dragons flying to the sky. He sat quietly on the throne that symbolized the pinnacle of power, his face was serious, but his eyes were closed as if tired.
The wisest choice at the moment is to abandon the city and wait for someone strong enough to kill him, such as the disappeared Ye Lin... But he is the emperor of this world and the king of a country, and he has an unyielding arrogance in his bones.
"Notify the institute."
A dense crowd of pretenders surrounded the city, which was impenetrable and very disciplined, creating an atmosphere of silent and terrifying fear.
Most of the Golden Cathedral, which was trusted by the people, was shattered in one encounter, and the defensive magic circle was shattered. Others, such as the Demon Warriors and the Imperial Knights, were just boring jokes in front of Ozma.
Who will come forward to save Wei Talun who has fallen into despair.
"Huh?"
Ozma turned around lightly, and at the end of his sight, an astonishing pillar of bright red light suddenly burst out, rolling with fierce force and dyeing the sky red.
roar!
The ground cracked open, and a thick scaly claw protruded out, hitting the ground hard and raising smoke and dust. Suddenly it flew high into the sky, thundering and roaring, attracting the shocked attention of countless people.
dragon! ?
A mysterious creature with two necks and a head, a ferocious dragon head as red as fire, a mountain-like body covered with precise black scales, a back covered with cold metal barbs, and a faint sound of gears turning in its abdomen.
"What a pity! This one also needs to be released. There are still some things missing before this guy can be considered perfect." The director of the institute with enthusiastic eyes pressed another button, and the metal tank filled with sedative slowly released the liquid.
Inside, there is one of the most outstanding research experiments to date.
The mechanical dragon is another research result of the empire. It can be regarded as an advanced version of the Minotaur Mechanical King. The materials used are real dragon things and many alloys engraved with magical power. The driving energy is Terra Stone. This is one of the empire's trump cards. Due to the problem of raw materials, there is only one of them at present. It has power enough to transcend the legendary realm, that is, the origin level.
Ozma took the initiative to face the mechanical dragon. He wanted to completely destroy their ridiculous hopes in front of these humble and pitiful humans bit by bit.
The darkness is like waves, and Ozma makes no secret of his demonic appearance. His body is a fusion, and his left eye is taken from another fallen Michelle, a trinity, unrivaled.
The two heads of the mechanical dragon spit out flames, and the spikes on its back echoed with the sky, summoning endless lightning and thunder, as if it were shaking a world. It was so amazing and spectacular that it shocked those who watched silently.
The Delos Empire does not believe in gods, the four spirits, or some great people. What they pursue has always been the ultimate power that they can control.
It's about "mastering" rather than "obtaining" it from someone.
"Ridiculous!"
Ozma's cold and sharp face was filled with contempt, and he fiercely collided with the mechanical dragon. Bathed in flames and thunder, he smashed the mechanical dragon with his bare hands and exploded into a mushroom cloud in the sky, spreading all over the sky. Even if it was as powerful as the dragon There isn't much material left.
"Dragon... slay the dragon, haha." Ozma's golden and green eyes suddenly became a little red, and blood veins intertwined towards the pupils. This thing touched some bad memories.
At this moment, the Imperial Research Institute
The director in robes and uniforms fell to the ground, a big hole opened in his chest, and his heart was empty... When he was about to die, his face was extremely distorted, and his eyes were difficult to close, as if he had seen something endlessly terrifying.
The experimental subject he had high hopes for, and the only nearly perfect experimental subject, brutally killed the institute as soon as he opened his restraints.
"Sure enough, you shouldn't do that kind of experiment...!"
boom!
Ozma landed heavily on the square in front of the Imperial Palace, and the flat ground cracked like a spider web in an instant. His demonized body was about three times taller than a human being, and he looked down coldly at the frightened soldiers.
"After so many years, not much has changed."
As a symbol of a country, the palace will be renovated more or less every generation of monarchs, but the overall architectural style has not changed much. At least Ozma still knows the way and knows how to walk.
Karenin and Leonit, who were in a ghostly state, followed together, looking at the majestic palace in front of them with complicated eyes.
No one dared to stop him along the way. The intimidation of the peak apostle was enough to scare most people away, especially Ozma's demonic posture, which was very breathtaking.
A wide and flat square, flower-filled aisles on both sides, a majestic palace...Ozma's footsteps finally stopped at the royal hall, looking indifferently at the humans inside.
While the decor has changed a lot, the overall location has remained the same.
"This is it..." Ozma murmured, and Wei Kecha sighed.
The old lion is worried that his position will be taken away, and he slanders the loyal hound as a "jackal"!
The Emperor of Farmeria claimed that General Kazan was planning to rebel, so he sent the magician Ozma to hunt him down. Ozma thought that this might be a misunderstanding, so he still followed the order and persuaded Kazan to make it clear to his Majesty with him. .
But Kazan knew very well that the emperor was no longer the emperor. How could he be casually removed from the charges that were deliberately charged? After all, there was no need to accuse him.
Just as Ozma and Kazan were fighting, a large number of troops suddenly came out and arrested the two of them. Only then did Ozma suddenly realize that this was a complete scam.
"My dear friend, I have come to the palace of this empire again. I failed you at the beginning."
Thanks to the boss "Qiqiqiqiqifeng" for the 500 point reward.
1000 points reward from "Flynn Ryder Knight".
The preview plot has been slightly modified. Ozma and Kazan were suppressed by Alice in the palace.
The suffix of the Silent Screaming Crossbow...my Liz! Why, you didn’t even let your brother’s woman go! ——Ozma.
Farmeria, Ozma, and Kazan were originally supposed to be very close brothers, but one of them was the emperor and the other two were ministers.
However, in the plot after eating the book, in order to highlight the tragedy of Ozma, not only the brotherhood was deleted, but the image of Farmelia also became an ugly and fat man, who was very happy with his success and was very proud of himself. (To be honest, Leon’s portrait is a hundred times more handsome than him)
In the comics of Mr. Lan Yuan and the official short film CG from a long time ago, Farmelia is a man about fifty years old who looks very deep and scheming at first glance. He is not handsome, but at least he is not ugly.
(End of chapter)