"Huh!" After exhaling a breath of turbid air, the leader of the Knight shook his head and sighed regretfully: "I knew that this task could not be completed by just explaining it casually."

He pulled out the long sword around his waist with a clanging hand, showing calmness: "If you want to blame, blame you for being too weak, mortals... move cleaner, don't dirty the Lanshir's royal flag you brought!"

"Fireball Technique!" A dragon knight behind him swung his backhand, and a huge fireball enveloped the guards of several Arant Empire besieged in the flames. The slightly dim palace suddenly became brighter, illuminating everyone's turbid eyes.

"Demon Flame Sword!" A sharp light of fire swept past, and another guard soldiers fell into a pool of blood. Their bodies were charred and pretended to be miserable, scaring the ministers around them to retreat frequently.

A soldier from the Arant Empire hit a dragon knight's armor from the back with a sword. The dragon knight slowly turned around and looked at his opponent who was attacking him without any injuries like a demon king. He sneered and pulled out his long sword from the body of an Arant Empire soldier.

He came back, twisted his neck, and grabbed the other party's collar: "Even the magic defense on my armor cannot be broken. It's so weak and pitiful. May you be bathed in the glory of magic in the next life and rest in peace!"

After saying that, his long sword passed through the chamber of the Arant Empire Guards soldier, cut the opponent's armor like a cheese, and came out from the opponent's back. Then, he put aside the corpse and looked at the Arant Empire Guards who were many people but no longer dared to take another step forward.

"Crazy, crazy." With the sound of the armors colliding with each other, the Great Knight raised his head and stepped onto the steps carved with gorgeous patterns. At his feet were the fallen corpse, the twisted armor, and the warm blood that was flowing along the patterns.

Every time he went up the steps, the ministers of the Arant Empire, who were all kinds of corpses around him, subconsciously took a step back half a step back. These timid and mouse-like superiors were as weak as quails when facing absolute power.

"You..." Prime Minister Clark, who should not stand out under the steps, finally stood up. He trembled with his hand and pointed at the Grand Knight of the Holy Demon Empire on the steps, and said angrily: "We Alante have never done anything that I am sorry for the Holy Demon Empire, how can you..."

"He ordered the action just now? What a pity, kill it." He stopped on the last step and glanced at Clark, and the Grand Knight commanded coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two dragon knights bullied forward with their swords, resulting in Clark's life. The once unattainable prime minister of the empire, now when he died, he had no courage to struggle.

Seeing the Prime Minister Clark in a gorgeous robe, the Grand Knight retracted his gaze, raised his foot and stepped onto the last step, and stood in front of Aranthook.

"I abdicate...I abdicate..." Hook, who took a step back, staggered for a while because of the obstacles of the throne, said nervously with a crying voice. Although the country left by his ancestors is precious, his life seems to be more important. Hook knew that if he did not give in, he would really die here today.

Unfortunately, what he didn't expect was that the Great Knight-Prince standing in front of him was not willing to give him any chance. He only heard the other party sneer and said, "It's too late, I'll give you a chance..."

After saying that, in the terrified eyes of the guard soldiers, the Great Knight nailed King Hook to the throne with a sword, and then turned to everyone in the big city: "Go and hang Lanxier's king flag. If anyone dares to stop him, take it to feed the dragon!"

...

"Uh... that's how do you pay?" Hearing Bakarov mention the "payment" he brought, Chris looked at his confidant Deser with a laugh and cry. They originally thought that the Holy Demon Empire would bleed a lot, but they didn't expect that they would not be ashamed this time.

Have you ever seen people buying things like this? After eating and drinking in the restaurant, he reached out and grabbed the passerby sitting next to him, stabbed the other person to death, and then pointed to the body and said to the waiter: "Pay the bill, the wallet is in his pocket!"

This is a complete robber! Even though Chris' mind was full of civilizations from the earth, he had never seen such shameless power politics, even if Britain and France ceded Sudetenland that time, people didn't say that they would give Czechoslovakia in vain...

After being shocked, Chris even had an envious attitude. He looked at Bakarov and felt that this was the real charm of an old empire: what is power politics? This is power politics!

"Weak country, no diplomacy." Chris looked at the ministers around him with a wry smile and said, "Since the other party has paid the money, let's see how much they have to pay."

"You! His Majesty Chris! Please don't be so greedy! Isn't the entire Arant Empire enough?" Bakarov was so angry that his lower eyelids were trembling, and he leaned forward on the table and asked.

"Of course not enough. The Arant Empire is already fat on my lips. You push it into my mouth is just a simple task. Do you want me to be a human?" Chris looked at Bakarov with a surprised look, as if it was difficult to understand the other party's logic.

"Okay! The Holy Demon Empire decided to release another 10,000 knowledge magic balls!" Bakarov suppressed his anger and spoke up to give another price.

He felt that since he had dealt with Lan Hill, his temper was getting better and better day by day. How could he speak to people in such a humble way? When he met such a mortal, he would chop it up and feed it to the dragon.

"50,000!" Chris stretched out his palm and bargained at Bakarov.

"Don't bully people too much!" Bakarov glared at him, staring at Chris as if he was about to explode at any time.

"If you think it's expensive, you can buy less." Deser cruelly added a knife at this time.

Bakarov felt that he might be angry and injured if he continued to chat with the other party. He calmed down his heart and then spoke and continued: "20,000 knowledge magic balls! This is the limit we can give!"

Sometimes Chris thinks that bargaining in this world is a waste of time. You say one, I say five, you say two, I say four, and everyone thinks that three is good, and it is a very sincere middle value...

Last time, he seemed to be negotiating with Bakarov, and this time he seemed to be so. It really felt like a cycle. So Chris smiled and prepared to break such a vicious circle.

"Fifty thousand! I want fifty thousand!" Chris played with uneasy road with a bad taste. Bakarov felt that he didn't seem to be able to play anymore. Didn't he say that everyone would compromise with each other and set it to the pleasant value of 3 in one go? Why did you suddenly change the road?

"30,000! At most, I can only give you 20,000!" Bakarov, who felt that life was boring for a moment, still insisted on his own way and refused to come out easily.

However, his persistence still did not bring the other party's consent. Since Chris had made up his mind not to continue playing according to the road, he naturally would not agree to the number 30,000. So he continued, "60,000! I think this number can be given to the Holy Demon Empire!"

Hearing Chris say more and more, Bakarov stared at the other party in surprise, then slapped his big hand on the table and stood up suddenly: "His Majesty Emperor Lanshir! I'm not kidding you! We are discussing cooperation! Cooperation!"

"I suddenly felt that one rifle required 3 knowledge magic balls, but now a machine gun costs 30, right?" Chris calculated carefully, as if he was calculating the total cost of the arms.

"I gave you the entire Arant Empire!" Bakarov felt that he was about to explode. If his eyes could kill people, he had already beaten Chris into a sieve.

"Look, look, what are you excited about? I'm calculating... There are so many mechanical equipment you want, and I didn't ask you for money..." Chris said with a smirk.

He has tanks and planes, so he naturally won't take weapons like machine guns and rifles seriously. Now, Lanxier has embarked on the road of full industrialization. Looking at the surrounding countries, even the most progressive Holy Demon Empire, it is almost the same as the United States' view of the Republic of China back then.

Without a complete industrial reserve and complete industrial technology accumulation, just using some foreign guns and cannons to arm your own troops will be nothing more than a different version of the Westernization Movement, and there is no essential threat at all.

Thinking of this, Chris looked at the other party, pressed his hand down and said, "Big, I'll give you another 10,000 second-hand rifles. Although the accuracy is a little worse, it's still OK to use it for barely."

"I think you are making things difficult for me now! You are not talking about cooperation!" Bakarov couldn't calm down his anger and said hatefully, panting.

"There is no way, a weak country has no diplomacy." Chris shook his head and muttered in a low voice with regret.

"Puchi..." Deser, who was sitting next to him drinking water, heard the sound of a small voice, and couldn't help but spray the water on the entire table.
Chapter completed!