MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 867 Only His Royal Highness Kant knows

"You're finished."

The thick soil layer isolates the cold and humid air, the spacious underground bunker is brightly lit, the fireless stove emits warm heat, the carpets are laid, and the walls are glowing with spells and magic patterns. The bunker shacks of the soldiers on the ground are worlds apart.

After all, it is the lounge of the Supreme Commander and Supreme Leader Griffin of the Austrian Council.

At this time, the Great Speaker was sitting behind the desk, with a monocle on the bridge of his nose, reading something.

Compared with the battle of Tulaxiaye, his appearance has changed a lot - his hair has completely turned white, and the short period of time is like the sharpest carving knife, leaving deeper ravines on his face.

His cheeks became thinner and his eyes were sunken, but his eyes were still bright, which made the world-renowned legendary mage lose his kind and wise temperament, and became sullen and cold. The pioneering and enterprising ambition has once again awakened from the aging body.

Under the chilling gaze of the Great Speaker, no one dared to question, no one dared to oppose, or even no one dared to suggest such a change.

And now...

"You're finished."

Another sound echoed in the room, accompanied by contented chewing and swallowing.

Griffin's expression darkened.

He threw the paper in his hand on the table with a sullen face.

This is a flyer, but it is as delicate as a painting. The paper is tough, smooth to the touch, and even waterproof. Even the uninitiated hillbilly can realize the value of the paper itself - no doubt, this is Kant's Old trick, full of demagogic words.

Every once in a while, these leaflets would be thrown all over by Kant, along with various "surrender foods" printed with the words "Please keep this box and lay down your weapons and surrender, we will keep you safe."

These leaflets have many patterns and different contents, and even tend to develop into newspapers gradually.

Some of the content is coercion, such as "people with a little common sense".

Some of the content is enticing, such as "the uprising before the battle is sincere, one person per person...", bah, "a pack of little raccoons every day".

Some of the content is instigation. This part of the content makes Griffin frown the most. From the meaning of war to the justice of resistance, it can be fully justified. The content written by Kant makes the speaker even feel trembling... Does the guy know what he's writing?

- He is not afraid that these words will spread to the people of Far Harbor?

Some are current affairs news, used to shake people's hearts.

This kind of content is full of pictures and texts, the wrecked trucks, the looted military warehouses, and the green skins full of pits and valleys raged and created panic everywhere in the northern counties of the council through hyperspace maneuvering.

This not only greatly interfered with the logistics, but also made people's hearts float. The soldiers saw the green skin selfies on the flyers with the familiar hometown scenery as the background. With a big face, this setback to morale is obvious.

In particular, Kant, the immoral thing, imitated the wisdom of Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty. Every day, he used a concert-level sound array to blast the hometown ditty from Beijun to the position of the council. With this graphic flyer, it was a joint trend.

But it wasn't the current affairs that bothered Griffin and the Senate Army the most.

It's a Fick twister.

This guy Kant actually concocted fake news...

The earliest victim was Master Enuturas, the governor of Omdurman County. The photo of this dude shaking hands with Doom in front of the county government was printed and scattered everywhere. In addition to the clear large-scale photos, the accompanying text It is said with certainty that the Far Harbor army has captured Omdurman County, and the whole county has "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light", which almost caused a mutiny and riot of the army from this county.

It's also because Horus used his own father to practice the craftsmanship so well.

Finally, the Great Wall of China is deep and unpretentious, and the officers from En County tried their best to confirm the information. At any rate, the misunderstanding was cleared up and it was determined that it was Kant who spread the rumors, otherwise the fun would be great.

While Griffin breathed a sigh of relief, panic, anger, and shame slowly came to his mind.

Because he realized Kant's arrogance and contempt!

- This trick of spreading rumors could have exerted greater power!

When used at the right time, in conjunction with Kant's ability to manipulate people's hearts and spread fear, it is easy to use intensive propaganda and intelligence hints to convince the soldiers that the northern counties have completely fallen! This will result in a complete collapse of the front line, a hearty victory, and no chance for Griffin!

But not Kant!

Instead, it was only used as a means of having fun, and it was thrown lightly and skillfully, casually, as if it was a joke, and for Griffin, this was the greatest contempt.

- I can do what I want to do to you.

Aware of this, Griffin was calm on the surface, but his inner anger and anger were indescribable.

Although he is "not intimidated by humiliation", he also has various emotions and desires. After all, he is a person. The so-called city government is just the product of his long-standing high position... Just like a small person who scolds him face to face, he will only laugh at it, because he treats him Said that the man was just a dog, with his general knowledge, he lowered his own pattern out of thin air, and instead appeared to be stingy.

But if the person who humiliated him was Kant, a person he considered to be of the same level as himself, then the contempt and teasing of the other party would make him grab the ground with his head like a mortal and get angry.

But the point is...

He still couldn't do anything about it.

Tactics are useless, sharp weapons are useless, military tactics are useless.

The peerless artifact obtained from the Star Palace has a magical ingenuity, which is enough to change the war situation on the entire continent, but when faced with Kant's steel torrent, it is just a confrontation that is barely supported.

The painstakingly devised trench tactics, the special attack on Kant's magic tool and combat strategy, and the hundreds of years of wisdom and institutional strength of the Austrian Law Council's founding of the country, even with mental calculations and unintentional calculations, they can't take any advantage.

Kant always has a way to deal with it. He seems to have endless chess pieces, and even the longer he drags on, the more new things he comes up with. The reason behind this, even with Griffin's mental strength, dare not go Thinking about it carefully...Only in the dead of night and tossing and turning, he will sigh in a low voice.

-Isn't that a matter of course?

To make such an arrogant and arrogant star palace **** like Phaersson be like a formidable enemy, without even the slightest disrespect in words, how could the so-called fire thieves be weak?

"It's delicious!"

He heard such an admiration and looked up.

The person on the sofa tore open the silver-white wrapping paper, and pulled out a long dagger-sized piece of meat with solidified grease and browned surface. His right hand glowed red, and the heat was pressing. After a while, the grease melted and fell, turning brown The skin of the meat is peeled off, and the aroma diffuses.

Even Griffin had to admit that it was really fragrant - there was nothing unusual about grilled meat, but the chef in the army couldn't cook such a taste at all. He asked specifically, and the famous chef told him honestly, This is probably the all-round gap in cookware, spices and varieties.

I saw the man tore open the package of ingredients on the table, sprinkled the fiery red powder on the meat, and immediately opened his mouth to chew, his teeth biting on the crispy meat skin, and the rich meat juice overflowed from the teeth, while eating. , while letting out a satisfied sigh, after a while, he ate the pound or so of meat strips.

"OK!"

Phaeson sucked the grease off his fingers, nodded contentedly, and made the highest comment from the star palace.

"Such a delicacy even deserves a dedicated harvest!"

Hearing this, Griffin snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Kant occasionally buries teleportation beacons in the food dropped by the air. If the soldiers accidentally eat it, they will be taken away directly, and sometimes he will teleport in reverse. Here comes a giant alchemy bomb... If you get hit, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Fauson chewed the last succulent crumbs in his mouth, revealing a slightly sinister smile.

He opened another box of egg yolk crisps, one bite at a time, and the crumbs flew all over the place.

"Did you hear what I just said?" The God of Star Palace said while eating, "You are finished."

Griffin sullen, just staring at him.

"Mudblood, you've always been like this, I've seen it a lot."

Fauson swept the table full of "dedicated food" and said vaguely: "In the beginning, everyone paid no attention, ignored your warnings, and only cared about their own interests. When the crisis came, they regretted it and began to Trust you and obey your command. When the war is unfavorable, they will become selfish and start looking for other ways out. They have strange thoughts about you, and wait until the end..."

He stretched out his finger and nodded at the Speaker, showing a mocking smile.

"Wait till the end, you will die, your body will die, your soul will die, your reputation will die, everything will be over, your body will be spurned and trampled... and the people who betray you will not run away by grovelling, they die too, and everything, all resistance, is pointless."

Griffin's expression turned calm, and he said lightly, "Is this also the end of every generation of fire thieves?"

Phoeson nodded happily: "Of course."

"Is this fire thief no exception?"

"must."

The Great Speaker let out a sneer, leaned forward, and looked at the arrogant god.

"So, every time the Star Palace exterminates the mortal world, it will first be terrified by a light cannon that penetrates the starry sky, and then it has to send one or two unfavorable cannon fodder to the mortal world and find someone who is about to die. The old head of state delays time, and was beaten by fire thieves together?"

Phoebus was stabbed in the lung tube and jumped to his feet.

The two looked at each other, **** for tat.

There is no such thing as a city government that is deep and indifferent, but some people are aloof and disdain to show their joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in front of mortals.

After a long while, Phoebus sat down slowly.

He tore open a large bag of potato chips, grabbed a handful of them, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The God of the Star Palace has been in the mortal world for several months. Although he still looks like a mouthful, he has gradually understood some of the world's sophistication, and only listened to him slowly: "What do you want."

Griffin said indifferently: "You said I'm almost finished, what do you think?"

"I want to help you."

"Don't say this kind of hypocrisy."

"I want to help us both."

"How to help?"

The God of the Star Palace threw the potato chips on the table and said sternly: "Let your soldiers and your subjects become more loyal and fearless."

"We have discussed this topic more than once."

Griffin said firmly: "I refuse."

Phoebus frowned, "Alex is..."

"He is just a ridiculous waste who provokes the Aurora people and makes the empire and Kant form a deadly feud. Just like the Archduke Goethe who had a quarrel with his son-in-law and almost turned against each other, he is the laughing stock of the whole continent! Only those who have nowhere to go. A fool would believe your nonsense!"

The speaker raised his voice: "I don't care what he does, I can't do it here!"

"Why are you so stubborn? This is the best plan!" Phaersson also called out. "You've come to this point, aren't your citizens and soldiers just pawns that you wantonly use? What's the difference?"

"Let me tell you the difference!"

Griffin slammed the table violently, making a loud noise, and he said with a gloomy face: "A powerful country in the world! The queen of the Dusk Moon Dynasty is Kant's concubine! According to Alex, the old emperor of the empire is also seeking a relationship with Kant. Reconciliation! Aurora doesn't even need to be mentioned, and Dragon Emperor? Unless Longdao has the ability to swallow Kant's bones and flesh, the old dragon who got into Qian's eyes can really shamelessly recognize this brother Kant. !"

"The rest of the countries and forces are all at the mercy of the wind. They are not moving now, and they will even support us secretly, just because they are not giving up, and want to see us and Kant fight and lose both! Do you think if If I agree to your stupid proposal to turn soldiers and even citizens into mindless puppets, will Kant be pushed back by us? Can we win?"

"wrong!"

He shouted angrily: "Kant always grabs the high ground of public opinion first when he does things. I guarantee that the relevant pictures, images and witnesses will appear on the desks of the monarchs of various countries within a day, to ensure that those rushing to reach a consensus and destroy them together. Us! That idiot Alex has nowhere to go, he's dead anyway, that's why he believed your bullshit, do you think I would too?"

Having said that, Faersson said helplessly, "Don't forget..."

"I don't forget that it's you who won in the end?"

Griffin sneered: "It's been so long, your aid has indeed been sent, but Kant's new equipment is getting more and more fucking! It's so **** evil, it seems that his world has completed the war mobilization and started to fully Support him! I can't even defeat the allied forces of the mortal world, and you still want me to fight with another world? You said that you can win in the end, but I will die before you win, what should I do?"

Faisson was speechless, and finally shook his head and said, "What do you want?"

Griffin said solemnly: "The defeat is already evident, the longer the time drags on, the stronger Kant will become, and the more dangerous I will be. You promised me before that after you won, the Star Palace also has my place, and now It seems that this promise is really elusive, and I suspect that I can't last until you win."

"so?"

"So I need two things." The Speaker said calmly, "Retreat, trust."

"We won't let you die."

"Of course I believe this, you need any strength that can fight Kant." Griffin just smiled, "But you are not frank enough with me."

"How to say?"

"Aid... Your aid is still reserved, and this alone cannot fight Kant." Griffin said coldly, "It won't even make him bleed."

"We've done our best," Phaersson said sincerely, "Before the bridge of the Star Vault is repaired..."

Griffin interrupted him: "Didn't you leave more behind in the mortal world?"

Fauson closed his mouth.

"The arrangement that can be reserved by you as a back-up must be set up for a critical moment... Isn't it a critical moment?" Griffin asked, "If you don't take it out now, do you have to wait for Kant to defeat me and convince the comments. Yes, to obtain the authority that makes the whole continent bow down, and then use it for meaningless consumption?"

Phoebus was visibly shaken, his eyes flickered, and he finally said, "I'm going to ask Apophis."

"You still don't believe me."

"It's different."

"And that's why we were beaten like a dog by Kant, and that's why I'm going to be disgraced and completely dead in the near future." Griffin sneered, "This is why you will be captured and executed by Kant, The reason for dying like a maggot..."

He raised his eyebrows: "Are you very afraid of being killed by Kant... No, being killed by fire thieves?"

Phaethon's lung tube was poked again, and he almost jumped, then whirled halfway across the wide study to Griffin's desk, setting off a tyrannical gust of air.

Holding down the table with a tiger-like posture, he stared at the calm Griffin like a hungry wolf.

The two were frozen like a sculpture, but time did not stand still, because the various leaflets on Griffin's table were lifted up by the air current, swaying around, flipping and flying—

And revealed the large HD picture of Welfare Ji printed on the back of the flyer.

This is the part that gives Griffin and the officers the most headache.

The astringent pictures printed on the back of the flyers made the collection of flyers extremely unfavorable. After all, they have been in the army for a long time and fought for several months. The sexual distress of thousands of strong men is difficult to describe in words. The thirst for casting materials is even better than food. Ken turned in the goodies.

Besides, the hillbilly soldiers recruited from the countryside of Beijun have never seen the battle of Welfare Ji when the earth is rolled up? The language of the camera lens has evolved, the movements and postures are tempered, the expressions are managed in thousands of styles, the costumes and backgrounds are extremely exquisite, and the **** P pictures, even the mages and nobles who have seen the world will drool, not to mention the ordinary big-headed soldiers? They'll do everything they can to hide these flyers!

This thing can even be used as a family heirloom!

The effect of printing a picture on the back of the flyer is actually far beyond Griffin's imagination. Even the decision-making level of the entire council army did not think of the vicious calculation and good intentions behind this behavior.

After all, they don't understand at all.

- The newly established staff department in the far port did not understand it. It was not until Marshal Horus explained it that people suddenly realized that it was listed as a classic case of leaflets and psychological warfare.

The staff members were full of admiration and admiration for His Royal Highness Kant's foresight and meticulous layout.

In the words of Marshal Horus...

"Only His Royal Highness Kant knows that virgins who lack sexual resources and relevant experience will project their beautiful imaginations of women on paper and other sustenances, and are happy to use the beautiful and false images drawn by others as illusions, and then can't wait to wait. Do related venting work.”

"Only His Royal Highness Kant knows that this act of venting is only short-lived and deplorable, so much so that when it is over, the spellcaster will fall into a period of self-loathing calm and be doubly affected by the fact that his situation, such as lack of resources for authenticity, Disappointment and frustration, and become more calm and rational."

"Only His Royal Highness Kant knows that when the above-mentioned sad virgin completes a spell, he will feel dull about the Shitu in his hand, and will pay attention to more realistic and rational things. At this time, the promotional materials on the back of Shitu It will attract his attention, play a role, and leave a deeper and stronger impression in his 'big smart time', forming a correct rational conditioned reflex and a well-intentioned association."

"Only His Royal Highness Kant knows..."

When the staff members heard this well-founded explanation, they were amazed and applauded. They really did not understand this very well, after all, they did not have much relevant experience.

Although a few people vaguely feel that what Marshal Horus is saying seems a bit strange... but who cares.

The **** of the star palace and the grand speaker turned a blind eye to the flying pictures.

"Yes, we really haven't completely believed you yet."

Phaeson said coldly: "You are still a Mudblood, or you still look at things from a Mudblood's perspective. How can we treat you as our own?"

Griffin asked back: "Alex, that idiot, can be your own person?"

"He is a dog, but if we want, a dog can also be a human emperor."

Phaeson said: "Don't make a mistake, the mudbloods are not qualified to join us, we can give you what you want, whether it is power or strength, but if you want to become one of us, only One way...kill Kant! As long as Kant is killed, the master can even upgrade you personally."

"I can't do it." Griffin said without hesitation, "You have been witnessing the battle during this period of time. You know better than anyone how hard Kant is to kill."

The God of Star Palace was silent.

"However, I have a better proposal...or a way."

Attracting Phoeson's attention, Griffin took a map and drew a few strokes on the map: "Now your primary predicament is not the inability to kill Kant, but the inability to stop his expansion, the inability to stop him The pace of unifying the mortal world... Before you build that star dome bridge and officially enter the war, Kant will initially integrate the power of the mortal world, which should bring you a lot of trouble."

Phaerson snorted, but remained silent.

"Then for this, I have a proposal that can solve this problem." Griffin said indifferently, "solve my problem, solve your problem, and solve the... confidants of the mortal countries."

He glanced at the other party and said deliberately: "The kings of the world, all the nobles, no one is willing to give up the power in their hands, no one agrees with Kant's radical political proposition, no one is willing to bow to a black-haired man... After all, he always An outsider."

The God of Star Palace was moved, and he asked, "What?"

Griffin smiled: "In exchange, I want to know your cards, I want your commitment, and I want to talk to Apophis about this in person... Then we can trust each other."

The light was bright, shining on Phaethon's face.

He frowned, "What do you want to do?"

"Your star palace has been away from the world for too long, and the mortal world has its own rules. If your force cannot kill Kant for the time being... then you have to use the method we are best at."

It was night, the sky shook, a disturbing flame-colored aurora streaked across the sky, and the whole world was clearly visible, and the vision lasted for an hour, as if indicating that some kind of power would eventually come.

In the night wind, Kant looked at the turbulent sky, frowned for a moment, unfolded the letter sent by Griffin Williams, stared at it carefully, and said nothing for a long time.

"...Fuck, can these stupid [beep-] mages stop writing squiggles?"

Through Teacher Tina's special tutoring during this period, Kant, a junior high school student with an advanced level of education from another world, still couldn't understand the cursive characters that were pretending to be legal, so he raised his hand silently.

Horus recognized the font and began to read the letter in cadence.

"I've proposed Star Palace, and they've agreed with my strategy - and that's going to be Star Palace's strategic proposition for some time to come."

"The Star Palace will announce the coming of war and extinction to the mortal countries, and show its strength. The chess pieces buried in the Star Palace will also try their best to exert their influence and role to lobby."

"There is only one request."

"You, Kant, as long as you leave the mortal world, return to your hometown, and never return, the star palace will end the horn of war and will no longer destroy the mortal world. After all, the ringing of the doomsday clock is just a misunderstanding, stemming from you The emergence of ... as long as you leave, everything can go back to the way it was."

"The nations will sign a blood pact to forever support the rule of the Teldaril family over Goethe, the catastrophe that happened in Aurora will cease, the plague will disappear, the barbarians will go north, the twisted desires will be quelled, the vile conspiracy will end, you You don't have to participate in wars that don't belong to you, and you don't have to face the fate of failure."

"Just go back to your home and live the life you love."

"There must be no treachery of Goethe, there must be no nobles that you hate, you will not be betrayed, and you will not be criticized, I have been guessing where you come from, but your hometown must be rich and rich, Bifan The world is much better, the images of beautiful women are not the same, that's where you like it, why don't you fit in in this world, be hostile to everyone, and be jealous of everyone."

"It's what everyone wants, and it's good for the whole world."

Horus' voice was a little dignified.

"You and I both know..."

"—they would certainly agree."