Milia narrowed her eyes and watched the high-speed boxing match that was not visible to human eyes. She stuffed cold jelly into her mouth without delay. She stopped her mouth only when she cheered occasionally and continued to eat the cold snacks recommended by the dentist. Except for her cheers, everything seemed normal. The entire hall was covered with the whistling sound of limbs and clothes shaking the air, and even the expensive crystal chandeliers hanging on the central ceiling of the hall were shaking, as if a storm was brewing. This was not so much a boxing as a one-sided attack, with the black-haired witch wearing a suit and high heels, but this did not prevent her from exerting the purest physical violence.

Every collision of fists, elbows, and knees makes a dull loud noise. Every blow that is enough to make the heavy armored vehicle's armor plate sink will cause the heels of the heels of the cast-in-one high heels to pierce into the exquisite and smooth Baroque marble floor like steel nails, but then the splashed stone debris will return to its original position as quickly as it squeezes into the turbulence of time, leaving the supposedly broken marble floor intact.

Under the attack that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye, only a crackling sound could be heard in the hall. The opponent in the crimson robe carefully avoided all the furniture, and even had time to lower his head and kiss the girl who had obtained the name not long ago and was taken to the dentist today, which made the girl giggle. For this manor in Oxfordshire, there are entertainment activities that can kill ordinary people every day, and the bystanders of this entertainment event are naturally extraordinary.

The white-haired witch Joan of Arc has entered the time of the witch. In her eyes, Beyonetta and Salomon's movements are no different from usual. This spell that slows the passage of time sensory is the basis of the witch's powerful combat ability; the girl used her powerful spiritual power to "see" what had happened in the Akashi record, so her reactions are often slower, but more accurate. As long as she does not break through the rules and uses too powerful spiritual power to spy on trillions of destiny lines, her mental state is quite safe; only Hammurabi, who is standing at the door, relies on her genetically modified eyes and brain to keep up with the speed of the witch and Salomon, and judges the outcome based on the postures and tricks of the two. His monarch taught him many martial arts in the arena, and coupled with the knowledge instilled by the brain-computer interface, he can become an extremely powerful martial arts master even if he has not received transformation.

However, until Beunetta knocked Salomon back to the hall with a siege, Hammurabi was still boasting to the only little Lorna who couldn't see the situation clearly among the people present that his monarch was just giving in to the witch, and if he wanted to win, he would win in the blink of an eye. "That's because you don't know how to coax women, big guy." Although he was only at the waist of the other party, Lorna still confidently patted Hammurabi's golden armor. "Beunetta was in a very bad mood, just because of the thing his brother made."

"Vienna International Centre?" Hammurabi asked with his head down, "It's because of this?"

"Now the whole world thinks that Latovigna is a terrorist organization that uses diplomats all over the world as hostages. At least before that video was broadcast, it was like this, but it had to be adjusted to Asian TV channels to see it. And the news also said that many people in the international center were dead, so the witch was very unhappy."

"There will always be people who die, Lorna Dane, I don't need to tell you this truth. Human life is not that valuable, and no matter what the concept of birth since the Enlightenment is added to life, it cannot conceal the fact that people in the world die worthless at every moment. Life is very fragile, especially the lives of mortals. Even if we don't do this, many people die every day under the hands of European and American chaebols and terrorist organizations they support, or under the guns of the army that they nominally support peace and secretly conduct subversion. It's just that because those people are Africans and Middle Easterners, and subhumans in their eyes, European and American news media are the media.

I won't care." The Imperial Guard said in a disdainful tone, "The reason why this matter is so eye-catching is that many white people died this time. My Lord broke the confidence that "white people will not die" in those countries. My Lord made them afraid. If it were just the King of Wakanda who died in the bomb, they wouldn't care! Human life is not worth it, and life that can be used to make a fuss is worth it! Now Latvinia's behavior will make those countries understand that Latvinia will pay back blood debts for those people. This is the will of my Lord. He will not allow any act of wasting human life. Only such people can resist the darkness of the future."

Hammurabi gently stroked the energy switch on the halberd with his thumb, and his tone was full of reverence, but this reverence could not be compared with the man who smiled and smiled at the hippie and pushed open the door and walked back into the hall again. Salomon's daily life and work had a huge crack, and it was difficult for anyone to associate him with the decisive king. The only thing they have in common is the muscles and scarred body that were trained in battle. "I know, the witch knows, so she didn't use weapons." Little Lorna rolled her eyes, many of which were because of the guards' admiration for her brother. "But when women want to vent their dissatisfaction, you'd better not think about reasoning with them. Don't you know this?"

"I don't feel this way. My only desire is to fulfill my mission." Hammurabi was blunt about the situation currently facing. "Latovigna does not have public opinion hegemony. But after a few days, when all countries confirm their diplomats' safety, the information we handed over to those countries will be exposed. In addition, the work that the Regent is doing, public opinion will soon be reversed, unless those countries do not want to obtain technology from Latovigna. If our Lord wants to win a war, he will win, whether it is reality or public opinion."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Lorna pulled the red velvet cloak behind Hammurabi. "Let's go, it seems they have to fight for twenty minutes, and it will take twenty minutes to repair the door. As for whether they will go to the bedroom after the fight... we can take this time to taste the yogurt made by Ms. Minerva, and wait for a while, Ms. Maximov will also come here. Ms. Dinah prepared dinner in advance, and we won't go hungry."

"Your nails can be compared to sword blades, my dear." That night, Salomon sat in front of a crimson tent covered with moonlight, using the little magic lingering on his fingers and the scratches on his back. He said to Beyonetta, who leaned against the pillow, with flushing on his face, "I understand why you are not happy, but I promise you that this is the least casualty. I must unite the human race, and we have no time. I also promise you that I will return to my beautiful wife to the hound as he returns to the master."

"No, you don't understand." The black-haired witch lay on the bed, picked up the pillow and threw it gently towards his head. The cold bedside light flares her body, outlining her beautiful figure in the air, like an ethereal snake immersed in the darkness. "I am angry because you are not getting a crown for yourself, you are getting a crown for everyone. Not everyone knows how to use your power as carefully as you, not everyone has your wisdom and vision. Mortals can never get rid of the dark ambitions in human nature, and all the setbacks you encounter will come from. Your guards are perfect, but I don't think everyone can be as rational as they are. You are destroying your own power, and I am angry because you know what you are doing."

"When did you become a witch?"

"I was. I didn't need to boil potions to see the future. Salomon, this road is too difficult, and almost everyone will be enemies of you." Beyonetta reached out and picked up the long pipe at the head of the bed, lit it, and spit out a burning incense from the secret medicine of the Witch Clan. This alchemy ointment has a strong effect on energy recovery, but just like almost all the alchemy products of the Witch Clan, they can only work on women. "Have you considered stopping?"
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