Raft Survival: Fished a mermaid at the beginning

Chapter 226 Clean up the portal!

"This country cannot be destroyed in the hands of this bastard, Oliver!"

Veterans wore uniforms that were heavily patched and decorated with medals.

The momentum is like a rainbow, with a murderous look on his face.

At this time, a motorcycle rushed out of the wall, and a tall man rushed into the square.

When he came in, the eyes of many soldiers focused on him.

"It's Captain Garcia! He's here!"

Garcia, 20 years ago, defeated thousands of gladiators in this fighting arena.

Show your strength and wisdom to the fullest.

Thereby he was commended by the king and became a member of the Praetorian Guard.

Afterwards, with the old king going south and north, crusade against small and medium-sized countries and pirates, and established the name of the fearless God of War.

Known as the warrior leader!
Most of the soldiers present thought they were soldiers!
The soldiers saluted Garcia.

Garcia saw the family members tied to the gallows, especially his wife who had been stripped of her clothes. Garcia only felt bloodshot in his forehead, and wished he could jump onto the stands and chop the culprit Oliver to death.

However, Garcia also knew that so many people gathered here not only to save their own family members, but also to save former comrades in arms.

Prisoners in cages!

Garcia glanced at his wife and children with tears in their eyes, turned the car around with tears, and drove in the direction of the veteran.

He parked the motorcycle next to the veteran.

After getting out of the car, Garcia put his left hand on his chest and saluted several retired veterans earnestly.

Among these veterans, there are the former Army Commander Antonio, the former Imperial Guard Commander Loft, two big bosses, and there are also some senior officials who used to be in high positions.

Although these people have retired, they all stood up in the face of national crisis.

Antonio glanced at Garcia, nodded slightly, and didn't say anything, but his eyes contained everything.

It seems to be telling Garcia that with old bones like us, tragedy will not happen today!

Loft came up, hugged Garcia, and comforted: "Don't worry, we will save people today even if we risk our lives!"

Feeling the still strong and warm arm of the old officer, Garcia couldn't help bursting into tears, and he choked up and said something.

"The last general has never desecrated the honor of a soldier!"

"Yeah!" Roft nodded, "I know your character very well! I believe in you!"

More than 4 rebels have gathered in the square.

The soldiers were neatly arranged in a square formation, looking ahead.

No matter what they face today, they can only fight to the death!

The nobles in the stands have long been terrified.

They screamed loudly.

"It's reversed! You old things are reversed!"

"Hurry up and surrender, bow your head to Prince Oliver and admit your mistake!"

"Take your people and leave! Don't make trouble!"

The nobles waved their hands again and again, bluffing.

Oliver looked at these veterans coldly, sneered, picked up the wine glass and drank slowly.

The veterans tore off their clothes, revealing their scarred chests.

"These injuries! They were all left to protect the people of this country!"

"I think we deserve to have a talk with the king!"

"Since he can't control his son, let us manage it for him!"

"Call him out!"

"Give us a word!"

"In the end he will take care of this bastard, or we will!"

The veterans are full of domineering, majestic momentum, looking down on the world.

A sinister look flashed in Oliver's eyes, and he smashed the wine glass onto the stands.

The splashed wine and glass made the nobles jump wildly.

Oliver walked to the stands, grabbed the railing with both hands, and made two handprints on the railing.

"A group of immortals! Want to teach me a lesson for my father?"

"Humph!"

"You guys can really talk big!"

"Standing in front of you is His Royal Highness Oliver who is about to become king!"

"When you meet this king, not kneeling is already a serious crime!"

"You still dare to shout and teach me a lesson?"

"I want to ask, who gave you the courage?"

Antonio couldn't help laughing when he saw Oliver being so arrogant.

"Haha! When the old man shed blood for this country, you didn't know where you were!"

"Even if I meet Howard III, I don't have to kneel down!"

"There are rumors that you are an arrogant and domineering prince! You are arrogant!"

"I didn't believe it at first!"

"Looks like it now! You have completely given your soul to the Academy of Magic!"

"Then I want to ask you!"

"Does this country belong to the Royal Howard family or the Academy of Magic?"

Antonio finally exposed the country's last fig leaf.

The eyes of many people in the lower class became dark.

The profession of a magician is superior to others, and every ordinary person has more or less experienced class discrimination in their lives.

But they dare not speak out.

After all, in this sea area, strength represents everything.

The country is useless in front of the big forces.

And those upper-class people in the royal capital were very dissatisfied with this sentence.

They are all vested interests.

Even if the children are not talented, they still spend money to buy a magician certificate.

They naturally do not want this hierarchy to be subverted.

In the dark, the people of this country seem to have already split.

Divided into the poor bottom and the rich top.

Oliver snorted coldly.

"The old stuff is pretty good at talking!"

"But you forgot, strength is everything!"

"Today you think that by gathering tens of thousands of people, you can successfully remonstrate with us!"

"But I'm going to take this opportunity to tell everyone!"

"strength!"

"That's the deciding factor!"

"Times have changed!"

Oliver suddenly clapped his hands.

The magic spiers around the square burst into light again.

A vertical light curtain was formed between them, and the light curtains were connected to each other, forming a wall to seal everyone in the square.

Behind Oliver, the steps descended slowly.

A group of demonized soldiers in heavy armor, carrying huge axes and longbows, walked out of the hidden passage with uniform steps.

One after another, giant axeman phalanxes appeared.

The number of demonized soldiers exceeded 5000.

Many rebels were oppressed by the momentum of the demonized soldiers, and subconsciously retreated.

The formation was slightly chaotic.

Oliver smiled smugly.

"Since you want to fight!"

"The prince will accompany you!"

"You old guys, I can deal with it alone!"

Oliver pulled out his wand, waved it in the air, and blessed himself with levitation.

Floating down from the stands, he came in front of Garcia and the veteran.

"I know you want to kill me!"

"I'll give you a chance!"

"Come on, let's go together!"

"Let this prince have a good time!"

Oliver tapped his palm with his wand, with an indescribably calm expression.

A veteran roared, drew out his long sword, and charged in front of Oliver.

"I want to clean up the door for His Majesty!"

The veteran waved hundreds of sword shadows and rushed towards Oliver.

Oliver raised his wand and slammed forward a bolt of lightning.

"Forbidden Curse! Myriad Prison Thunder Dragon!"

The dragon chant resounding through the sky suddenly broke out.

Made purely of lightning, a ten-meter-long brontosaurus flew out from the tip of the wand.

Roaring through the veteran's body.

The old general stopped swinging his sword suddenly, screamed, and burned himself into a burning man.

He walked forward desperately, trying to chop Oliver with his sword.

(End of this chapter)