Chapter 1737: Soldier and King

Flames of doom?

Karistan?

The captain and the adjutant showed completely incomprehensible expressions, and the man named Kerristan laughed loudly: "Are you stunned? No wonder, after all, you residents of the material world cannot hear my name. Not surprising. It doesn’t matter, you can witness my mighty power with your own eyes. From a certain level, I am closer to His Royal Highness Archimedes than the Big Three. It’s as if I am his shadow.”

Apparently neither of them knew who Asmid was.

Keristan raised his hand, and the face on the battle armor on his body turned up his eyes. These eyeballs are like living things, revealing a strange and evil light. Then the mouths of each face lit up, and from within spewed puffs of sparks, which fell on the soldiers lying on the stairs, at the feet of the captain and aide-de-camp. The sparks fell on the clothes and sank, and the soldiers lying on the ground suddenly lit up with red lines of light. There was a huge wave in the captain's heart. Those were not light lines, but blood vessels of the human body. The blood vessels of the soldiers lit up one after another, and this phenomenon only lasted for a few seconds. When the red light disappeared, their bodies began to twist unconsciously, twisting into unnatural postures like that boy, and even made the sound of flesh cracking and bone shattering due to joint dislocation.

After twisting, the limbs began to expand again, like inflated balloons. In the end, all these "balloons" exploded, and in the blood mist, monsters began to stretch their bodies. Their bodies were only about the size of a human body at first, but soon the flesh and blood flew at a visible speed and grew rapidly. When they looked at the captain with pairs of cold and heartless eyes, the captain heard the adjutant scream.

He turned his head and saw that the black adjutant's magic rifle had fallen to the ground, and his cherished favorite gun was now crushed by his own foot. The adjutant's hand was twisting back uncontrollably, and the captain heard the sound of joints breaking in his body.

"No, no!" The captain hurriedly pressed the adjutant's uncontrollable arms, hoping to pull them back.

The adjutant shouted: "Get out of here, leave me alone! Captain, go quickly."

He slammed the captain away, but he fell to the ground, his hands and feet were no longer in control, and he was twisting in a strange posture. His body began to swell, and his neck was swollen like a bullfrog. The captain looked at him, shook his head, and finally yelled and ran desperately up the stairs. The fire horned demons next to Calistan wanted to catch up, but the king raised his hand to stop the pursuit: "Let him go, he will bring more people, so that he can serve as a medium for me to spread disaster."

At this time, the adjutant exploded on the stairs. Amidst the blood mist, a newly born Fire Horned Demon stood up. Kerristan laughed and said: "Seal the base, get ready to welcome our lovely guests who are coming."

He himself turned and walked down the stairs.

He didn't walk fast,

But in one step, the figure disappeared in place. After a while, Kyristan appeared on the bottom floor of the base, which is a hall. The space is extremely huge, equivalent to two football fields. Numerous culture tanks are neatly arranged in the hall, and a nearly perfect body is floating in each culture tank. The body proportions of both men and women are perfect. According to the intelligence data, these people's muscle strength, skin toughness and physical strength, including reflex nerves, etc., are twice or even three times higher than ordinary humans.

This huge hall is full of these training tanks. If these people are given weapons, then this is an army.

The hall is not completely dark. This place at the bottom of the base is powered by electricity. Otherwise, those cultivation tanks would stop working early, and the people inside would suffocate to death in an unconscious state. Now these people are all curled up, like babies in the mother's womb, and some of them still have faint smiles on their faces, as if they are dreaming some sweet dreams. But they would never know that the outside of the cultivation tank was the worst nightmare.

Karistan stood in front of a cultivation tank, his face was reflected on the tank wall, he squinted his eyes and looked at a beautiful woman inside and smiled, "I really hope you guys wake up soon."

Then move on.

The depths of the hall were filled with fiery fire, and after passing through countless cultivation tanks, Kerristan saw a door. The gate rose above the ground, almost reaching the dome. The door was closed tightly, and every path above was emitting fire.

Gate of flames!

Just in front of the gate, on an iron throne made of molten steel, a man sat with his eyes closed. Calistan walked to the throne and knelt down on one knee, respectfully said: "A human being has been intentionally put back in accordance with your instructions, Your Highness Archimedes."

The man sitting on the Iron Throne opened his eyes, and the moment he opened them, the eye sockets were completely dark. Then, like the gradually fading night, the whites of the eyes floated up from the blackness, and finally a pair of indifferent eyes looked at the king under the throne: "Humans are really unpredictable creatures. Looking forward to perfection. I like to pin my unrealized wishes on my own creations."

Kerristan echoed: "I was shocked when I first saw those so-called clones. In the civilizations I have seen, there has never been a life that imitates itself."

"When I discovered this base, oh, I'm not prepared to say this. It should be when Archimedes discovered this base, and those clones hadn't been cultivated yet. It should be that humans in the old days planned to hide such a clone Army, wait for the right time to use it. Karistan, have you counted yet?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kerristan raised his head and said: "After counting, there are about 30,000 clones in this base. They are very good materials, and I can directly transform them into mid-to-high-level combat units. As long as you want, there will be one immediately." The army is fighting for you."

"It's only 30,000...too little. But it doesn't matter, the released human will attract you more materials, and it will also attract that person."

Fear flashed across Kerristan's face. He lowered his head, not daring to let the man on the throne see his expression: "The Son of Dawn? The man who made Lord Herses fall?"

"That's right, it's him. The son that Archimedes placed high hopes on. Now I can't completely erase Archimedes' will. He is very tenacious. Even at this moment, he has not given up competing with me for this body. But he can no longer suppress me like before, I need a little time. At the same time, to attract the son of dawn, I will destroy him with my own hands. When Asmid watched his child die by his hands, it was When there is a flaw in his will."

The eyes of the man on the throne had flames burning: "At that time, no one can stop the cosmic twilight!"

"In this case, Your Highness, is it more appropriate to summon some more kings?"

"Are you scared, Kerristan?"

Doom Zhiyan shook his whole body, and said loudly: "No, Your Highness. Even if I am destroyed in flames, I will not be afraid."

"That's fine, I don't need you to deal with the Son of Dawn, you just need to restrain the other guys. You are just a soldier, the king, naturally I will greet you."

Soldier against soldier, king against king? Keristan smiled wryly in his heart, he was just a small role in the heart of the one on the throne. No matter how close his ability is to the Twilight Son.

"Take care of this base, and don't disturb me until the Son of Dawn appears." The man on the throne closed his eyes again and returned to silence.

In the White House in Caesar City, Chief of Intelligence Geffen walked quickly in the aisle. He didn't even care about the proper etiquette. Instead of trotting, he even knocked down a girl. But Geffen didn't even have time to apologize. He hurried to the president's office, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

With Mobit's permission, Geffen opened the door. In the office, Mobit was looking at a document, which was drafted by the secretariat regarding the regulations on the Golden Lion and other forces accepting federal jurisdiction.

"What's the matter, General Geffen?" Morbit raised his head and looked at the chief of intelligence suspiciously. Based on what he knew of Geffen, it was rare for the director to lose his composure like this. If he came here by himself, something big must have happened.

Geffen closed the door and said excitedly, "Mr. President, I just received a call."

"Telephone?"

"Yes, the phone." Geffen walked to Morbit's side and whispered in his ear, "It's Rowesford calling from NASA's Rowesford, the deputy designer of the Sword of Dawn."

Under Geffen's reminder, Morbit remembered such a person: "What happened to him?"

"It was him. He mobilized the Sword of Dawn to attack Mr. Allen and his party." Geffen said excitedly, "He admitted that he was a member of the Hidden Light Society, and Vincent asked him to do so."

"It turned out to be him?" Mobit lost his voice: "But why did he admit it?"

"Because Mr. Allen shocked him so much that day, he was very afraid of Mr. Allen's revenge and asked for our protection. For this reason, he can stand up and testify against Vincent. He has asked Vincent to attack Mr. Allen's phone video was sent, and with this proof, Vincent had no choice but to run for his life."

As soon as Geffen finished speaking, the phone rang before the Morbit case. After the president answered, his face became serious. He raised his head and said, "Just after receiving the information, the Guangyin Society announced that it will not accept the control of the Federation. It has closed its administrative district and entered a state of war."

Geffen clenched his fists and said, "Vincent must know that Rowesford reported to us, that guy is in a hurry."

Mobit snorted: "He intends to tie the civilians in the administrative area to his chariot. Once we attack him, it will definitely cause a large number of civilian casualties."

"Geffen, you should inform the Bethkind family first. I want to have a good talk with Marshal Windsor Bello, and at the same time test Kaprow's tone. Also, you should pay close attention to the movement of the Gate of Liberty. The side will ask Sirius to send an army to block the transportation channel between the Gate of Freedom and the Hidden Light Society."

"As you order, Mr. President." Geffen did not leave.