Chapter 639

Eric took another sip of wine, refilled it, and drank again.

Suddenly, he smiled and said to the crowd:

"Let me tell you a story, or a dream I had."

When everyone was confused, the slightly drunk Eric had begun his narration——

"Late yesterday, I stayed alone in a stuffy room drinking wine, and then I found myself asleep. I seldom slept since I shouldered the responsibility of surrounding the nest. But yesterday, I fell asleep for no reason... This is very abnormal, and what's more, I dreamed."

He paused for a long time, perhaps hesitating whether to disclose these things, or weighing the value and danger of sharing these things.

Everyone waited patiently.

Finally, Eric drank his glass and went on talking.

"What I see is such a picture. Maybe one of you mystics can explain this meaning. I stand on a desolate plain swept away by the fire, and the smell of the super catalyst indicates that it was destroyed in the form of promethium, and a large amount of heat is scattered in the hot soil, which means that the shelling is only over before the land is steamed For a few hours... The rolling smoke stained the sky with gray and purple bruises. The sun of the world was rising and its light was slanting under the haze of war. At this time, a melting glow sprinkled on the ruins, illuminated the clouds above and dazzled my eyes. "

Eric hiccupped and seemed content.

"Er... So I raised my left hand to cover my eyes, but found that the armor was covered with thick soot and dirt, and everything was very dirty, except my sword. It was as spotless as it had just been polished by a knife maker.... it reflected the rays of the sun, but it reflected twice the light, even brighter than the Lord..... There were no living creatures here, and the uniform soot covered every surface , I felt that I was really there. I felt that the dream was real, not the world after waking up. "

"That's interesting."

Sir Webb suddenly interposed, and Eric immediately glared at him.

"Dead man, shut up."

This finally twisted Sir Webb's invariable smile into an awkward expression, but Eric seemed really drunk and he couldn't say anything.

Then the drunken commissar continued:

"The ground is full of charred bones, which extend from my feet in all directions. They are carbonized. Some terrible weapon turns their skins into powder, and the smell of charred flesh and blood suffocates me and wraps me tightly, so that I think it will haunt me all my life... This used to be a vibrant world, but now it has turned into ashes Later, I saw some fragments scattered in the ashes, like fragments of breastplate. The paint on it had been burned off, and the armor itself faded into iron gray due to the high temperature.

Eric shook his head as if unwilling to recall the scene.

"A piece of breastplate is lying at my feet and still retains some color. I know I'm dreaming, and I know what I'll see when I pick it up, but the logic of the dream still forces me to bend down and pick it up from the ruins, or so, it's better to say that I'm just a bystander dominated by others... I carefully turn it over on the other side, It was almost burned out of sight. As I expected, it was an eagle emblem with a familiar medal on it. I was frightened and dropped the armor. It fell on the ground and broke into countless pieces. Again, that was the way of dreams. At this time, I noticed that the bones on the ground were so familiar that it was myself. "

He took a long breath and inadvertently swept his eyes over his deputy.

"My soldiers fell beside me, and their bodies were spread all the way to the end of the horizon. After realizing this, the dream revealed more details for me. I saw countless broken armor and countless skulls on the bodies."

Eric was very upset. Instead of looking at the people, he was staring at the scene in his memory.

"What battlefield is this? I don't know. The identity of the enemy has been hidden from my eyes, but it has been proved that this scene is just a scene of reality... The sun rises slowly above the clouds, but the earth is shrouded in darkness. I suddenly have a terrible premonition that a black wind blows, raising the ashes of the dead and flying to my face So I tasted their charred meat, and there was a terrible howl in the wind. "

Eric's narrative was so eloquent that some women trembled with fear.

"I began to look for it, but the sound became louder and louder, and then the second howl joined, and then the third and fourth... In countless howls, a green Beast stepped out of the dark snow. It was the largest one I had ever seen, almost as huge as the imperial knight, with blood red eyes and big mouth burning... It came towards me, and I knew it He came to kill me, so I raised my sword and prepared to fight. "

"And then?"

I don't know whose voice it is, but Eric doesn't care.

"We fought together for a long time. Its breath was like thunder, its fangs were like mountains, and I only had storm like rage... My fight with it even shook the earth and boiled the sky."

"Did you win it, my lord?"

Eric picked up the jug and found it empty. His face suddenly showed an expression of annoyance.

"It's too strong for me to defeat it, but I found a chance to sacrifice an arm in exchange for the chance to stab a sword into its throat."

Looking at the empty glass jug, Eric shook it.

"Then I woke up and realized that there was only one way to survive in front of such a terrible beast --"

With that, he loosened his hand and fell to the ground with the wine pot, smashing it.

"At all costs."

Sir Webb was stunned, and in the few seconds he was distracted, a warm big hand suddenly covered his mouth.

Jon Abbott appeared behind him and lightly cut the throat of the nest power with a sharp tactical dagger.

For a moment, the whole audience was silent, only the stuffy hum of Sir Webb, whose trachea was cut, and the subtle sound of blood splashing.

Eric didn't seem to see it. He just brought a newly filled glass of wine from the engine servant as usual. Even if the other party's blood was sprayed on him, he drank it calmly.

"Ah!!!"

With the harsh female screams, the silence was finally broken, everyone panicked, but the bodyguards didn't react.

Bang!

Suddenly, the gate was heavily opened from the outside, and the remains of several smoking armed aircraft servants fell to the ground.

"Dry!"

Holding a light explosive gun, MEC came in with a cigarette in his mouth. Behind him was a large group of vicious, tooth armed and scarred Gang elites.

Before the bodyguards on the second floor of the hall reacted, a string of bullets flew behind them, shot them down one by one and fell onto the smooth ground of the hall.

Moiz and his men appeared on the second floor and completely controlled the hall.

Both of them are Sir Webb's white gloves, so they both know the secret channel to enter the purple stone manor. They asked for a meeting with Sir Webb on the pretext of emergency. While waiting, they suddenly burst up and killed the manor bodyguard. Then they opened the channel, put their little brother in and killed him all the way in.

When these militants appeared, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and everyone realized what had happened.

Eric threw away his glass, looked down at Sir Webb, who was dead, and shouted:

"We have the evidence that he is an alien spy. Don't panic."

Of course, everyone knows this is nonsense.

"I will not embarrass all loyal imperial citizens."

Eric looked at the crowd with a smile, and his original drunkenness disappeared.

"Everyone should support the proposal I just put forward?"

"Of course! Of course!"

"Everyone should contribute to the Empire!"

"I donate! I donate!"

Seeing that these upper class people were as humble as beggars at the moment, Eric had an inexplicable pleasure in his heart, but he immediately warned himself not to indulge in power - and power brought by violence.

"Well, in that case, I'll tell you one thing."

Eric clicked on the holographic display in the larger picture, which showed that several large aprons on the upper floor of the nest were controlled by uniformed people.

"From today on, without my permission, no aircraft is allowed to leave the airspace of chaodu. Violators are punished as treason, and the air defense forces have the right to shoot down!"

Although they were dissatisfied, they were still as quiet as cicadas.

"Well, that's it. I said, if you want to keep the nest, you must share a common hatred, regardless of grade. You will have your own posts in the future."

"Position -"

A fat man wiped sweat on his forehead and smelled it tremblingly:

"What position is it?"

The smile on Eric's face was even brighter.

"Of course, it's a suitable position for everyone."