Chapter 367
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"Giant wall calendar year 307 September 16th. The first battle of the golden wall. The military dispatched 867 'dragon' class weapons' God's Artillery 'to cover the entire golden wall. However the continuous rainstorm lasted for two days. The' God's Artillery 'was extinguished due to the rain. It was difficult to display its lethality. The situation deteriorated after losing the' God's Artillery '…"
"Today, at 4: 23 am, it was drizzling. The barbarians launched their eighth attack. It ended at 6: 20 am. There were 12,700 casualties among the army …"
Dean quietly read the newspaper. He looked at the cup of milk in front of him and fell into deep thought. He had gotten the information from Gwyneth and Sergei about the frontline war. The information was more detailed and accurate than the reports from the military. Of course, there was no way for them to count the specific number of casualties. But they knew the general situation of the war.
In the eighth battle this morning, the savages had successfully broken out of the encirclement. They used the giant frogs to climb up the high wall and created a gap. The savages continuously climbed up the wall and fought with the soldiers in close combat. The situation was very chaotic. After more than ten minutes, the military sent out an extremely powerful army to kill all the savages who had climbed up the wall and blocked the gap.
It could be seen that the situation of the war was beyond the control of the military and was about to get out of control.
Dean could feel the anxiety in the newspaper. The military wanted to play big but it seemed that they had messed up.
"It's the eighth battle. The soldiers of the military should have been replaced by several batches. Even if they are using the original soldiers, they are fighting in the case of high fever. The rain is like a large area poisonous gas attack. The military can't avoid it and can't prevent it!" Dean's eyes lit up: "The next battle will be more and more difficult for the military. Only the reserve army will be able to fight if the regular soldiers fall ill. If the reserve army falls ill then it will be the boy scouts' turn!"
"Although the ace troops of the military headquarters have not been involved in the war, if too many ordinary soldiers are lost, it will be difficult for the ace troops to resist all the barbarians in the end. The barbarians will inevitably invade the commercial district and cause panic."
"Military …"
Dean narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table.
The rain was like a string, covering the world like a curtain of pearls, intermittently stopping and continuing.
Another day passed in the blink of an eye.
The third day of the war.
Dean was enjoying his breakfast as he read the military newspaper. The situation was the same as yesterday but it was more severe than yesterday. There were heavy casualties and even giant frogs broke through the golden wall. But they were killed by the soldiers before they could escape into the commercial district.
Dean looked at the newspapers of other consortia. Some newspapers interviewed retired generals of the military and analyzed the current situation of the war. Some reported the situation of the frontline from another perspective. The giant frog that crossed the golden wall was also recorded in the newspaper. There were also sketches and soldiers next to the giant frog's body. Through the size of the soldiers, one could feel the huge size of the giant frog. It was shocking.
Dean looked at them one by one and threw them on the table. Then he picked up a red fruit from the fruit plate next to him and went back to his room while eating.
"Bastard, give me back my son!!"
"Traitor! Spy!!"
"Come out!"
Outside the castle, more than a dozen people holding umbrellas were shouting in the drizzle. The Knights of Light who were on duty at the door were firmly guarding the door. They repeatedly shouted to stop them, but it was difficult to make these people listen to them with words alone. Also, due to their chivalry, they could not attack the innocent, weak and civilians, so they could only remain silent.
Dean glanced at them and closed the window. He continued to use the super chip to study.
In the evening, there was a commotion outside the castle. The captain of the Knights of Light quickly came to the dining room and said to Dean: "Elder, the people from the military have come to take people. We … have no right to stop them."
"Take people?" Dean frowned: "Let them in."
"Yes." The youth was relieved as he turned away.
After a moment, a team of people wearing commander's armor came into the hall. They had swords on their waists. Most of them showed a bit of contempt when they saw Dean in the dining hall.
"You are Dean. We have received orders to take two people from your New World Consortium. One is called Gwyneth and the other one is called Sergei." The middle-aged man in military uniform said in a cold tone.
Old Fulin, Sandro, Jake and the juniors were surprised to see this group of people. The juniors shivered as they saw the murderous aura exuding from the black armors of the soldiers.
Dean narrowed his eyes: "Nicholas, tell them what to do when they enter my house."
Nicholas's face changed. He didn't expect that Dean would be so tough in such a bad situation. But he didn't dare to persuade them. He stepped forward and said to the men in military uniform: "You are not allowed to wear swords in the castle of my young master. My young master is an architect of the 'Temple of Elements'. It's rude of you to offend him!"
The middle-aged man in military uniform sneered: "Rude? If the magistrate hadn't found any direct evidence, I would have already captured him. Architect? Pooh! "As he said that, he spat on the wooden floor.
Nicotine's expression changed as he angrily said, "You!"
Old Fulin and Sandro didn't expect the military to be so barbaric and strong. Their faces slightly changed as they looked at Dean.
Dean sat on the chair and stared at the middle-aged man. He didn't look at the spit on the floor. He said in a very calm but very serious tone: "I advise you to clean it or I will make you lick it back."
"Ha ha …" The middle-aged man in military uniform laughed. The young men behind him also laughed. There was no trace of fear in them. Their laughter echoed in all directions in the quiet dining room.
Dean looked at them for a moment. There was a trace of smile on his face. He slowly got up and left the table. He walked step by step towards the middle-aged man in military uniform until he was half a meter away from the middle-aged man. At this time, the middle-aged man in military uniform stopped laughing. He looked down at Dean who was half a head lower than him: "Architect, I'm a rough man. You are standing so close to me. Don't blame me if I turn around and accidentally injure you."
"Ha ha …" The young men in military uniform laughed.
Dean smiled: "I also want to say the same thing." He raised his palm and clenched his fingers into a fist. His movements seemed to be in slow motion. However, the middle-aged man and the others in front of him seemed to be even slower. A surprised expression emerged on their faces. The next moment, under the watchful eyes of the middle-aged man, Dean's clenched fist seemed to carry a huge force of millions of tons as it hit the middle-aged man's chest very quickly and very slowly.
The middle-aged man in military uniform was startled.
Ka!
The sound of bones breaking echoed.
Boom!
The whole body of the middle-aged man in military uniform suddenly flew upside down. Four or five young men in military uniform behind him were smashed and fell to the ground.
Dean slowly retracted his fist and walked step by step towards the middle-aged man in military uniform.
The middle-aged man in military uniform had a pained expression on his face. He supported himself with one hand and tried to get up, but when he exerted a bit of force with his arm, it affected the muscles in his chest, causing him to feel a tearing pain. He sucked in a breath of cold air and rolled his eyes.
Dean grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder and twisted it. Kacha! The shoulder was dislocated. He grabbed the other shoulder and also dislocated it. Then he grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and dragged it to the floor where he had spat. He slowly squatted down and put the middle-aged man's head on the floor where he had spat.
The middle-aged man in military uniform rubbed his face against the smooth floor, up and down.
"Captain!" The two young men in military uniform saw this scene and roared in anger. They suddenly pulled out the swords from their waists and waved them toward Dean. It seemed that they had completely forgotten that the teenager in front of them was a distinguished architect of the Temple. Not to mention cutting him, even if a hair was hurt, it would be a big deal.
A cold light flashed in Dean's eyes when he saw the two of them move their swords. Before the swords came, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he suddenly intercepted their elbows. Kacha! The arms of the two youths holding the swords were suddenly broken. They couldn't hold the swords and screamed in pain.
Dean took a step forward and pressed his hands on their faces. He pushed them away with force.
The two young men's feet were lifted off the ground. It was as if they had been hit by a train. They flew backward and pressed down the other three young men who were about to get up.
Dean indifferently glanced at them. He turned and squatted down. He stuffed the scarf from the collar of the middle-aged man in military uniform into his mouth to block his screams. Then he pulled the middle-aged man's ears and whispered: "The reason why a tiger is a tiger is because it is still the king of beasts when it is asleep. Do you understand?"
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