My Little Country

Agents entered the Presidential Suite at the Mosca Hotel, and it didn't take long before the search began.

Mosca's mansion also ushered in the honorable super messenger ~ Champion Anderson of the Necromancer contest.

Emperor Mosca formally summoned Anderson to give his etiquette face.

The Anderson boy seemed to know that he did not represent himself but the teachers behind him and even the many extraordinary persons involved, which also concealed his young mind.

Anderson's performance was only one glance. After a cordial and friendly meeting with Mosca seniors, he entered the secret room and began to talk about the key points.

"Good morning, everyone, if I can, I really don't want to come and meet you again early."

After entering the Chamber of Secrets, the Anderson boy put down his disguise and smiled bitterly, then sat down and sighed:

"But there is no way. The master thinks that I am the only one of them who has dealt with you, so it is the only person I have contact with."

Speaking of which, the Mosca seniors at the meeting nodded, and at the same time felt that it was easier to deal with a minor extraordinary person like Anderson Junior than to meet a stranger.

After all, Anderson’s mental model has been modeled for a long time, and they will not do things that irritate each other without knowing it.

And they even felt that through these few days of courting, they have already brushed up the favor of Anderson's boy.

"Please tell us, Anderson, we are mentally prepared for this."

A skinny old man wearing a high hat and a blue scarf broke the silence and looked at Anderson.

Anderson touched his short maroon hair, as if organizing his language. He paused a little before nodding:

"Master wants me to inform you that this time, they have generally succeeded in sealing off the demons outside the territory."

"Aftermath triggered by several times, it is within the controllable range with the help of a companion."

"Just at the Acropolis, there was an accident."

"Steel Acropolis?"

"But which big industrial city near the border?"

Shocked with the congregation, they remembered the city terminology and recalled the relevant information of the city.

Anderson nodded and continued: "It's there, the master said that the seal node there is particularly fragile."

"You must regroup."

"And to re-arrange the array, you must first destroy the original formation node... This will lead to the moment when the power of the Demon King will gush out from there, causing disastrous consequences for that area."

"Disastrous consequences? Like the last submarine earthquake?" The slender old man thought of the first prediction of Anderson's boy and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, but the intensity will be far away."

Anderson continued to nod, and said with a fear: "The disasters I mentioned in the previous prophecies were just the seal node, the fluctuations caused by the struggle of the devil."

"This time it will be a struggle."

"Master said... I'm afraid the Iron Acropolis will no longer exist!"

An industrial city no longer exists?

This is just a blow!

The power of a large equivalent of nuclear bombs is no more than that?

No, if you only calculate the explosion equivalent and only the area of ​​absolute destruction, I am afraid that no nuclear bomb can achieve this level with just one shot!

The full version of Great Ivan will not work!

How can they not recall the high-level steel acropolis? This is a large city second only to Mosca in scale. It has a large number of industrial production bases, which once satisfied one-third of the engineering machine capacity of the Polar Bear Empire. ...Although now it is run down.

The foundation is still there.

If you want to completely raz it to the ground, instead of simply creating a radiation zone, the polar bear country's nuclear arsenal, many tenths, it is not necessarily possible!

But the young Anderson, but said so vowedly.

Such rhetoric!

Combined with his identity and the predictions that came to their surprise a few times ago, there is also a time node during which all the extraordinary people have come.

Mosca executives found that at this moment, they had to believe the words of this Anderson boy!

Because...they couldn't find other options at all

No expert can explain these things scientifically.

There is no second transcendent who jumped out and told them different facts.

From the beginning, they had no choice!

I can only listen to the words of Anderson’s youngsters first, and then I can irritate or panic my embarrassing situation...

"Master reminds you to evacuate the residents of the Steel Acropolis quickly so as not to be affected..."

The Anderson teenager said that this paused, and after seeing the Mosca seniors recover from the entanglement, they continued to say:

"In addition, in order to suppress the impact of the devil's counterattack as much as possible."

"We spent a lot of money, and we invited the help of His Royal Highness Phoenix."

"But if you want the Phoenix Temple to come down, even if it is just an incarnation... it takes a lot of time to prepare, but what we lack most now is time."

"and so!"

Anderson said this, with his left hand pressed across his chest to salute Emperor Mosca:

"I testify as the son of Swia, and as the guarantee of the reputation of the bright night watchman, we hope to get your trust and help."

"Please help us to complete the construction work of calling the Phoenix Circle!"

"Of course, it is related to the lives and deaths of thousands of people. Our polar bear country is inevitable!"

After a Mosca senior expressed his attitude, his expression suddenly moved slightly, and he opened his mouth in surprise:

"Wait, what did you just say, you... are you the son of Swia?"

"Yes, the blood of my ancestor Swia flows on me!"

Anderson raised his chest proudly.

Most of the rest of the Mosca seniors also came back, realizing what the name of Swia and the name of the organization of the bright night watchman meant.

"Swaia is the ancient **** of war in the mythology and legend of the main ethnic group of Mosca!"

"This Anderson turned out to be a family heir to the ancient God of War?"

"Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Isn't it a son of God of War in a sense?"

"The light night watchman is an organization made up of gods and heroes who represent the light side in mythology. They maintain balance with the dark sun watcher and jointly protect the world."

"If Anderson didn't speak, it wouldn't be impossible for his background to be drawn from here."

"After all, in myths and legends, it is normal to record and worship extraordinary as gods."

"Not to mention the secondary processing."

"It's just a little weird. Who can think of this teenager who looks a little middle school and arrogant, and his origins are so extraordinary!"

Mosca's top management thought about it, naturally one by one would not be so frank.

They made an expression of awe and discussed how to assist with the young Anderson who was transformed by Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu was also polite, and in the capacity of Anderson, he surrendered the requests one by one.