"I'm glad to see you, Dame Hensinley." Techara blinked, his sense of humor as usual. "Forgive me, it's not a good opportunity to kiss, otherwise my immune system should raise a gun to protest." He said with a smile. "My friend tells me, maybe you want to share some information with us?"

"I found the silver box." Laura Crawford shook his head and barely combed his dirty ponytail with his hands. "But Pedro Domigus revealed that only by combining the dagger with the silver box can the Feathered Snake God be prevented from awakening. Now that dagger is still in the hands of the Holy Trinity, we cannot get it. Unless we get the dagger, we cannot stop the disaster, and the sea water will eventually flood the entire Amazon rainforest and even the Andes."

"Look, I said it, this matter is easy to solve." Techara said.

He still did not give up on reversing the idea of ​​reviving the Feathered Snake God by studying simulated data from the scientific research department of Latovigna. He naively believed that this matter could be solved without any sacrifice. The Emperor Latovigna did not need to make a big move, and even sent genetically modified soldiers and a large number of weapons. The emperor did not attack Techara's strange self-confidence, because he knew that Techara knew too little information, and Techara's idea was a typical superhero thinking.

Techara believed that sending a contingent to solve the problem was not entirely due to political factors such as diplomatic relations. He did not know that the awakening of the feathered snake god was imminent. He could not understand how anxious the Latovian emperor, who had the belief in sacrifice in this mission, was - the Wakandans believed that this happened on another continent and did not need to be taken seriously. Even Techara took it a little after reading the information, persuaded the nobles of the country and came to Peru only when he was summoned by the emperor, because the planting plains in Wakanda were very likely to be attacked by tsunami.

"The army is advancing, and the armed helicopters in Holy Trinity's hand cannot obtain air supremacy. We can find the commander of the Holy Trinity Army named Rurk and take the dagger from him." Techara nodded, "Then there are those steps that we don't understand. As long as the dagger is inserted into the silver box, it can stop the disaster, right?"

"No... the Feathered Snake God will still wake up, but that silver box can provide protection for those who awaken the Feathered Snake God, and disaster will still happen." Laura Crawford sighed, "Anuratu told me that Amaru wanted to destroy everything except Paiditti and protect the indigenous people by destroying all colonists."

"This is crazy enough," said Naqia. "But who is Amaru?"

"It's Pedro Domigus's original name. You can find time to see the information, Nakia." Techara reminded. He turned his head to look at the Emperor Latovigna, "I believe the organization behind him must not know that Pedro Domigus' plan is so crazy."

"Yes, the Trinity High Commission does not know." The Emperor Latovian showed a little embarrassment in body language. "If you want to let Trinity High Commissioner know the news and then instigate the soldiers who protect Pedro Domigus, then I can only say sorry. This plan will never be possible. Those mercenaries are firmly bound to Pedro Domigus. Even if we promise to put down our weapons, we can survive, because Pedro Domigus is the only member of the Trinity High Commissioner who is still alive, and will be promoted to chairman. Trust me, unemployment is more painful than death for those mercenaries."

A news of a gas explosion at the private bridge club in London's West End was sent to Techara.

Nick Fury stood across the street and watched the firefighters in London come to put out the fire at lunch time. He was still dressed as a homeless man, but there were no homeless men on the streets of Westminster. Even if facial information was captured by the surveillance camera on the road, MI5 could not come to him as soon as possible. Listening to the discussions of people around him, most people's attitude towards the fire was pointed to regret that the ancient building was burned, rather than who lived there. According to the firefighters entering the fire scene, the flames from somewhere detonated the old pipes that have been used in the Victorian era, and the huge impact force even blew a wall, causing the owner of the private bridge club that used stove hot tea to die on the spot. The injured guests were also sent to the hospital for rescue.

The only question is why the broken bricks on the wall are distributed in the kitchen room instead of next door. Nick Fury can answer this question because the energy-concentrating charge armor-breaking bomb is facing the kitchen. A violent metal jet breaks through the wall, igniting gas, causing a series of explosions, sending the target to hell.

He was very satisfied with the result. After all, after many years of re-engagement in the field, Nick Fury forgave himself for calculating the wrong dose of the charge. Professionals' survey results of the fire scene will soon reveal the truth, but Nick Fury didn't care. He had to go to the hospital to completely solve the problem. When the London Police Department or other experts came up with the report, he had already left the UK.

The advance team landed from the sky in a Tianma super heavy assault transport boat and a Junying heavy assault boat, landing in a forest clearing that is not far from the battlefield. There was no open space here to allow the assault transport boat to land, but the ground-to-ground missiles installed on the gunboat evaporated forcibly, burning the forest, and using a controllable forest fire to open a temporary landing ground for the army to assemble. The heavy rain that had originally stopped fell again, trying to cool the dancing flames. The thick white smoke of carbon fire and pungent smell of hot air was like a thick white cloak and thick fog draped on the top of the woods.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! A company commander Aparichae walked down the ramp board of the nose with a huge execution axe and stood on the land with residual heat and orange-red carbon fire. The blood-red battle suit was clattered by the hot air raised by the burning forest in the distance and the strong wind caused by the void engine. He took a deep breath of the air full of ash and burnt smell. The new organ quickly analyzed the oxygen content here that was far below the average level, which was in line with what would happen during a forest fire. He had experienced many such scenes. When the heavy weapon team destroyed the target, the oxygen content in the air and the surrounding high temperature would also drop to a lethal level.

Until Constantine and Hannibal got off the Emperor's Exclusive Stewart Super Heavy Assault Transportation Boat, the Hell Knights' First Company, the Second Company's Heavy Weapons, Assault Squads and Mechanized Infantry were all ready for combat, arranged in a hybrid battle formation on the black and gray land, and the armored combat vehicles carried by the Junying Heavy Assault Boat were also launched on the only road to marching.

Aparicha showed a bad smile at Constantine, and the overly strong muscles on his face made the smile look very malicious. Although the modification surgery gave the genetically modified warriors a steely bone and muscle, a strong respiratory and immune system, the non-natural hormones secreted by the new organs during the transformation process will also cause every muscle in their body to be fully developed. "When can we fight, Constantine?" He eagerly raised the execution battle axe, his voice hoarse and rough as sandpaper, "I heard from the Legion Commander that the Imperial Guards are not soldiers but bodyguards."

"It's OK to train cages or a arena, and then you will understand. If you still have a little honor, then go and complete the mission given to you by the emperor first." Constantine glanced at him coldly. Aparicha suddenly calmed down when she gritted her teeth and clenched the handle of the punishment battle axe. Now it's not because of a conflict between the commander and the commander. Aparicha could still tell which is more important, the honor of victory or victory, otherwise he would not have been promoted to this position by the emperor himself. The emperor valued more than personal courage.
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