Chapter 624 The Thunder of the King of Olympia and Her
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"I still remember that Kardis was the first city I conquered outside of Locks.
When I decided to declare my return in Olympia with the flames descending from heaven, I turned it into powder first in front of those messengers—first with the light spear, then with the nuclear weapons.
Before you came, I collected fission elements in Olympia for a long time, personally created the first nuclear bomb at that time, and completed the unification of Olympia. At that time, my name was "Rox's General".
Since the descendants of these bastards have forgotten their fear of me so quickly and want to provoke a division again, I am tired and I don’t want to have another unified negotiation between me and the Snake, so I will also use a nuclear bomb to level it up and end it all.
Then I asked the guards to kill them, keep the whole head, and send each of their heads back to their city, proclaiming that Olympia would serve in shackles if she was unwilling to serve the Empire freely.
It's ridiculous.
If you want to laugh, laugh at me, you are a bastard. This is the "loyalty" I thought you would love me a little more because of this.
Although it was long, long after her death that I understood part of the meaning of what she said at that time.
But no one knows that what I couldn't face in the end was actually the question Demathia asked accidentally. She should be the smartest one among the group, although she is still not as smart as her great-great-great-great-grandmother.
She argued at the time, 'We Achun's six cities do not intend to leave the empire, lord, but we are also suffering for the reduced population. If you say that your emperor attaches great importance to the sacrifices we gave to your sons, then tell me what your emperor said to you. ’
Do you know? Even at that time, I could not deceive myself by saying this sentence.
Then my reason watched in horror as the joy of destruction dominated me the moment I made the decision. ”
——Petulabo BC's self-talk in front of the pigeon cage of Tiande Steel
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Finally, the representatives of the aristocratic negotiating team were able to go down the mountain to deliver the letter with great gratitude.
When the terminators of the Primrose Guards rudely pulled out of the banquet tent with their unopened power gloves, all the steel warriors on the hill stared at them from behind their helmets so strong that they could not hide it. Many of them thought they would be killed on the spot and began to scream.
Then their screams were blocked and turned into horror in their throats. After the Lord of Steel gave a leisurely order, they witnessed how the shortest snow-capped mountain next to the mountain where they were, which had stood in ancient times, was blown away by the spear of light falling from the sky in a few minutes.
They were cut off their hair, and Dadams had one extra ear, and then left in a mess, each carrying Fricks personally wrote for the Primrose to the city states to accept the Iron Warriors' entry and take over the city's papers, and sent it back to their city states as fast as possible.
Naturally, although most city-states were amazed and angry at the news sent back by the messengers, those who were close enough also saw the rolling smoke rising from the snow-capped mountains.
However, they still believe that since the past 150 years, except for a few living facilities being promoted by foreign technology in major cities, they have not received much trouble, which shows that the Olympian city-states still have the right to take back their own autonomy from the empire after the death of Planetary Governor Demecos.
These city-states looked nervously at the extra steel stars in the night sky—the lights and reflections of the fleet—the population was gathered and the gates were closed—most ridiculously, the walls of the main city-states on Olympia were from a hundred and fifty years ago—the real Peturabo had redesigned and built for them after destroying and conquering them.
Ramizane's comment on this was "I really want to know who gave them the courage to always feel like they can leave the empire. Their reaction in this matter has become so stupid that there is obviously something wrong."
Only Demathia's city, Arkus, sent the fastest-running messenger among their city-states before the deadline to climb up the mountain, sending the news that Arkus was willing to obey and that their new tyrant would arrive later.
"Sir." The messenger named Phidipidis fell panting in the white sand in front of the throne. "The new tyrant of Demathia ordered me to greet you and send her the most sincere one. When I set off, she was dealing with the last urgent matters. She ordered me to send you this as fast as possible."
After Fricks sent the young man who seemed to be dead to Soraka, the Iron Lord unfolded the scroll sent by Demathia.
This is a parchment scroll that was written in a hurry. In addition to being very silly begging for mercy and showing loyalty and determination, it also stamped the city lord's seal with a piece of careless red wax. Ramizane noticed a few blood fingerprints carefully wiped off one corner of the paper and smiled slightly.
"A very smart and decisive lady, no wonder she belongs to the six cities where she belongs to can be elected as a spokesperson even for the smaller number of people."
The Lord of Steel put down the scroll in his hand, picked up the freshly ground coffee made by Dantioc, and took a pleasant sip. Due to the climate in Olympia, only the volcanic area has enough temperature to grow coffee crops, so their coffee yield is small but the quality is quite excellent. The Legion has filled all the nearby merchants' inventory of coffee to supply the needs of the primordials.
Moreover, because Ramizane asked the Legionnaires soldiers to clearly state the purpose of their arrival, no matter how feared the boss on the other side, and to take away the goods after paying the full amount.
After they had been doing this for a full ten days, the most courageous merchants took the initiative to trek around the new camp and began to sell their ingredients and goods, and the news was flowing to various city-states through channels at different levels from the city nobles.
The Lord of Iron ordered the priests who introduced the special service workers of the army, who tried to retro, and those who opened casinos and gladiators, leaving only the most honest, most honest, freshest vendors and clever merchants who came from afar.
Dantioc is now responsible for changing into casual clothes every day to go out to deal with them. His outside, which has become old because of the battle, has formed a good means to protect and alleviate the anxiety of the opponent. He has inquired about the current situation of the middle and lower classes in Olympia and summarized it into a report.
The members of the entire 124th and 125th fleets and the Tridents seemed to suddenly react and realize that their genes were now beginning to really build a staff that was not a good-looking staff, and they would really listen to the report of the staff.
So, the competition for the last position in the trident began to heat up in the open and secret.
For example, when the Iron Lord didn't know, the Iron Warrior Warriors War blacksmiths and company commanders who were ordered to perform special tasks were ready to turn all the recent ground operations into some kind of secret competition for them to compete for glory and further enter the circle of the Primarch.
Of course, Ramizane doesn't know about this.
Now he is more focused on handling the matters in front of him, and has been delayed for ten days because he has to try his best to improve it, but the period from 999.M30 to next year is very precious and can't be delayed any more.
"Frix?"
The chief trident took a step forward, put his hand on his chestplate and knocked on his greetings, and then gave the Principle a detailed plan for the tactical action he had formulated. Ramizane browsed it in a pretentious way, "Well, okay, follow this. By the way, the city of Ischia where the most arrogant Didims is..."
"I have prepared three large battalions of soldiers for this disrespectful person, sir, the elite siege guards and 200 vehicles, including the Tifeng siege tanks and the Stormbird, all of which are already in place."
"Ha, this is enough to kill a planet. It's really a magnificent sword to fight a city-state... However, the magnificent sword should be tried very hard, and killing chickens and beheading must be so fast, ruthless and accurate. You personally supervise the battle, but you should remind the soldiers to remember that I didn't want you to turn the city of Ischia into a ruin that will be uninhabited and cultivated in the future. I want it and its land to be useful."
"Yes, my lord. I promise you that we will accurately razor the lord's mansion and the Didimus Diorgolas's mansion to the ground within a quarter of the hour after the attack began."
"So, let's do it, remember to record the process of destroying them from multiple angles. Fricks, send my confirmation order to the fleet in orbit."
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So, the first second just ended in the countdown to the ultimatum issued by the Return Lord of Steel and the Supreme Tyrant.
The waterfall composed of lightning and lightning came like the wrath of the God King in the legend of Olympia.
These thick beams of light are bright and dazzling even during the day. They fall from the sky and bombard outside each city for three days and three nights until the hills or hillsides outside the city become natural barriers that are dozens of meters deep and one hundred meters wide.
Except for the city of Arkus, tyrant of Demathia, who was not attacked, but was surrounded and slightly stable, the city, from the city lord to the slaves, were panicked because of the doomsday scene like heavenly punishment.
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People were huddled in shacks, at homes, or in basements, while soldiers on the walls and noble commanders who were wielding their swords frantically into the sky were even more desperate: at this moment, they discovered that no matter how powerful your ancestors had any great bloodline, or how much wealth they could lobby, how many military talents or conspiracies, in the face of this absolute power gap that could not be reached, humans would find themselves like ants, any status, wealth, talent or strategy they had had was so pale and powerless in the face of orbital bombardment.
Until the fourth day, the thunder of the rage from the Iron God King finally stopped, and the trembling lookout hand reported something to their respective tyrants or princes: they observed that the divine punishment chasm outside the city was bombarded just in place into a circle surrounding the entire city with a gap that could only pass through a carriage.
For any smart man, this move undoubtedly declares one thing: if the King of Steel is willing, he can do another lightning, completely connect these natural barriers and completely block the entire city. What's more, the depth of these natural barriers has actually exceeded the depth of the shelter basement that anyone in these cities can dig.
In the final blow, each city-state received images of the process of the thorough attack on the Lord of Isthia and his spokesperson from various ways and angles, from radio to flyers, and thoughtfully marked for any reader the time of the beginning and end of the action, as well as the result of the action.
At this point, even if the tyrants or princes are still not smart enough at the moment, the smart people under their command will try their best to make them smarter.
So, on the evening of the fourth day, when the storm bird painted with the skull badge of the Fourth Legion was dyed beautifully golden by the sunset, and declared the ultimatum of the King of Steel in its megaphone, and finally landed accurately in front of the current supreme ruler of the city-states, the old and new tyrants and princes of each city in Olympia were honestly following the tall and armored children sent by Olympia onto this giant steel bird.
Except for the tyrant Demathia who arrived early, there was only one city-state where the female tyrant came.
Locks.
The city-state that once adopted Peturabo.
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Countless pairs of eyes that had heard of or heard of the ancient legends about the family of Governor Demecos were staring at the old woman who struggled to tremble from the slopes of the back cabin of the Stormbird to the apron.
"I have to say it."
The tridents heard the father of Genes whispering in a low and thoughtful voice as they looked at the monitor screen indoors.
"She is much older than I thought. Obviously, like Deltacos, she has no mechanical devices other than medicines... This old man may be too alive - but she seems to be too old and not walking very steadily. It seems that she has a simple walking aid installed in her skirt?"
"Do you need me to pick her up? Sir? Or will I send a soldier to come over with her back?" Dantioc asked kindly with some concern. Fricks glanced at him in shock and blame, but the shepherd's son still looked at the face of the Primarch very focused.
"...Well, let me think about it... Forget it. Let them all come in and let me see what they say, so is she. I want to hear everyone's words."
"As for orders, sir." The expression on Dantioc's face couldn't tell whether it was regret or relief, or that it was a peace of mind for some other reason.
When the audience ceremony officially began, no surprise, there were still a few tyrants who did not listen to the words of the philosophers and smart people in their city jumped out.
The way they are handled is quick and simple, and it is very consistent with the temperament of the Cyris.
The white sand stained with blood spurted out of the cavity was soon replaced with new clean sand, and their entourage immediately selected the heirs and took office on the spot, and re-represented their city-state to listen to the teachings of the Iron God King.
When he received the big tent being re-cleaned and seats were arranged, Ramizane quietly glanced at her.
Rox's female tyrant, Damekos' daughter, and the true adoptive sister of Pertulabo, Kelly Fanny, said nothing about these dramas of killing and power change that took place in front of him.
She just seemed very tired, as if she had been in meditation since she came in and sat down, like an old monk entering into meditation, closing her eyes to rest.
The old woman's face was covered with wrinkles, vicissitudes, weakness, and tiredness, and she was sad for whom.
(This chapter ends)