This beautiful young woman, who came from an ordinary civilian family, had a surprisingly calm expression at the time of life and death, and even had a beautiful smile on her face. Holding a long sword with a cold light in her hand, she said softly: "General Sutton, don't waste the time and energy of the masters of the empire for an insignificant woman like me..."
"lady?"
Sutton said in surprise, "But you are alone..."
The young woman shook her head slightly, and her gentle facial contours drew a calm arc: "My son is taken care of by a master like Lord Alexander. In this life, I have no regrets. The warriors of the empire should not protect such an insignificant person like me." The women who escaped and lost the honor of fighting... My lords, please fight with peace of mind!"
After finishing speaking, it was Hengjian who killed himself, and the blood spattered five steps.
A beauty, the fragrance disappears and the jade dies.
No one thought that she would be so staunch and would choose to do this.
This young woman, in her life, did not have any spectacular deeds, and was extremely ordinary.
After death, apart from her relatives, not many people will remember her.
Even until she died, she didn't know that her son Luffy had already sunk into the cold seabed with the "Alexander King" in the naval battle of Byzantine Port a long time ago, and his life and death were unknown.
This extremely ordinary woman ended her life like a flower in the most touching way.
Because she knew that if it fell into the hands of the Barcelona people, any Zenit woman would be worse than death.
Sarton stayed where he was for a while, then sighed softly, and blasted a deep pit on the ground with his palm, buried the woman's body, turned around and jumped on the back of the wolf beast, and shouted: "Let's fight!"
It turned into a ray of light and flew towards the most populated place in Barcelona at the south gate in the distance.
More than fifty Wusheng Mountain disciples looked solemn, with angry flames shining in their eyes. They all put on armor, held long swords, and gleamed with fighting spirit all over their bodies. The direction rushes away...
In the imperial capital, a residence that is not very conspicuous.
An ordinary courtyard-like building, only slightly larger than the surrounding courtyards.
Compared with the people in the surrounding courtyards that had already fled in all directions, this courtyard was surprisingly calm. Under the shadows in the courtyard, stood a dozen or so warriors in dark black armor, with a trace of Si's vigilance melted into the shadows like a sculpture, watching the movement in all directions.
In this kind of main house, when the lights are lit, there are only a dozen black-armored warriors guarding it.
An extremely difficult-to-detect pattern of the magic circle, appearing and disappearing, appeared on the bluestone slab on the ground.
The magic circle leads all the way to the secret room about a hundred meters above the ground.
The place is extremely empty, at least the size of a football field, and various cabinets, cases, weapons, and other dazzling and intricate items are arranged in a patchwork manner.
Of course, there are two or three hundred warriors and magicians with solemn expressions and strong breaths.
It was also the thirteen warriors standing in the front, standing like a deep abyss, breathing calmly, not letting go, they were all above the moon-level strength, and they could be regarded as strong ones.
Opposite these people, there was a young man in his twenties, with a thin figure and a handsome face. His long golden hair fell softly down his ears. , quietly read the last dossier in front of him, and sighed softly.
This young man is one of the controllers of the so-called all-pervasive information and intelligence agency [Complaints and Calls Office] in the Northern Territory Continent - [Youth] Modric.
This secret underground space is the headquarters of the [Complaints and Visits Office] located in the imperial capital.
"The combination activates the [Ultra-long-distance Teleportation Magic Circle], and transports all the dossiers and guts here back to Chambord City. Cold-Blooded Nine Eagles, there are nine of you to carry out this plan. No mistakes are allowed."
Modric's calm eyes carried a kind of intimidating power. His strength was not high, but the dozen or so moon-level powerhouses in front of him were obedient.
"As you order, my lord."
Nine moon-level powerhouses like eagles knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully, then turned around and took more than a hundred warriors with them, and began to move and sort out various items and files in the space.
"Keke, Woods, Berent, the three of you are in charge of carrying out the [Assault Plan], since the fall of the imperial capital is inevitable, then we must try to plant a thorn here, even if it is Barcelona People have occupied this place, and the [Complaints and Visits Office] must also ensure that all movements in the imperial capital can be sent back to Chambord City as soon as possible."
Modric said to the other three moon-level powerhouses.
"As you order, my lord."
The three knelt down and saluted.
"The [Assassination Project] is extremely dangerous. Brothers who participate in this project, and each of their relatives, can get 1,000 gold coins as a settling allowance. If they are unlucky during the activity... they can also get a triple pension."
Modric said slowly.
"My lord is kind, thank you, my lord."
The others knelt down on the ground in unison.
"My lord, the four walls of the city have been broken, and the people of Barcelona have entered the imperial capital. Should we organize forces to resist?"
A moon-level powerhouse tried to suggest.
"No need."
Modric waved his hand: "We are an intelligence agency, not a combat army. The life of every member is very precious. The fall of the imperial capital is irreversible. There is no need to waste our strength, let alone... let alone..."
Modric paused for the last sentence, but did not finish.
What he originally wanted to say was, not to mention that the [Office of Letters and Visits] only needs to be responsible to His Majesty Alexander, the Zenit royal family... Everyone is selfish, and Modric is no exception. Knowing how much energy, material, manpower and financial resources His Majesty has spent, we cannot suffer losses because of this.
"Take action."
With Modric's order, the warriors and magicians in the entire underground space began to work in an orderly manner.
Compared with the flustered and bewildered outside world, there was no trace of tension on the faces of everyone here except for being serious and focused.
Modric sat back on his seat again, unfolded a scroll in front of him, and looked it up leisurely, his brows lightly raised, his eyes fixed in thought, as if the constant vibrations from the ground had nothing to do with this place …
"Yasin, the promise I made a few days ago is still valid. If you are willing to vote, you will still have a place in the top ten Barcelona generals. Emperor Guardiola has always admired you very much."
Barcelona demigod Busquez said slowly.
Surrounded by four enemy demigods, Emperor Yaxin seems to have lost the game, and it is difficult to even escape.