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The Knights of God...the leader! ?

Upon hearing this title, Ginny's pupils shrank into tiny needles.

Looking at the silver-haired man with a warm smile in front of her, she felt a biting chill coming from the soles of her feet, running up her spine and up to her head, and her scalp was numb.

As an intelligence eavesdropping expert of the Volunteer Army and a personal experiencer of the Valley of the Gods incident, she understands the World Government and the Celestial Dragons better than most people in this ocean.

The Knights of God, the most mysterious military force owned by the World Government, is one of the military fronts of the World Government... It is a group composed purely of elite Celestial Dragons and has the right to judge the Celestial Dragons!

The main responsibility of the Knights of God is to safeguard the dignity and power of the royal family and maintain its dominance.

If the Celestial Dragons are the supreme gods in this sea, then the Knights of God are the most noble existences among the gods!

And the leader of the Knights of God in front of him is the most powerful among these noble beings!

"I see, no wonder you have such huge power and energy, and can even deliberately leak important information..."

Ginny was silent for a few seconds before speaking hoarsely.

"To capture the Eastern District Commander of the Self-Resident Army, this effort is completely worth it."

Saint Michael took out a white handkerchief, wiped the blood on his face, and said with a smile:

"With the assistance of the North Sea Fleet, the vigilantes have grown too fast. In just one month, you have overthrown the regimes of two countries."

"And the thing that annoys me the most is..."

He glanced at the corpses on the ground and the gnashing faces of the few remaining vigilante soldiers.

"I see something in you people that should be rooted in the hearts of human insects, but does not exist."

Ginny said coldly:

"Human beings are not insects, everyone is a free individual."

"——Yes, that's the look in his eyes."

Michael sighed helplessly,

"Fear, the fear of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons. This kind of government took hundreds of years to be rooted in the hearts of insects like humans, but I couldn't see it in the eyes of you people."

He raised the muzzle of the gun again, put it against the forehead of a vigilante soldier, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

The blood spattered, but the moment it was about to touch Saint Michael, it was isolated by an invisible air film.

"This is so terrible...the fear brought about by eight hundred years of rule can collapse in just one month."

Michael Saint continued to shake his head and pointed the gun at another person.

boom!

Another volunteer soldier fell to the ground, staring at the Celestial Dragon with hatred in his eyes, and his body gradually stagnated and twitched.

"Look at this stupid look..."

Michael once again shot the corpse in the head.

boom! boom! boom!

It wasn't until the whole head of the corpse was beaten into a sieve that the original face could not be seen clearly, then he opened his hand, took the bullet respectfully handed over by a CP member, and loaded it nonchalantly.

"Knowing that something is impossible, yet like a bunch of idiots all day long, shouting empty and absurd words like 'revolution', 'change', 'freedom' and 'equality', and moving forward without fear of death. rush."

He drew his gun again.

boom!

"It's really puzzling. You can live a good life by accepting your fate and obeying God's guidance... but you can't understand such a simple thing."

boom!

"Don't they know that we have been kind and generous to them?"

boom……

Every time the silver-haired Celestial Dragon spoke a word, he would pull the trigger and kill a soldier of the Volunteer Army.

With his strength, he could easily blow these people to dust with one blow.

But he didn't.

He used the most traditional, primitive and elegant method - shooting.

With his power, he can also order his subordinates to take action at will.

But neither did he.

He chose to do it himself.

As if this is a special... habit.

And by the time he finished speaking, Ginny was the only remaining member of the Volunteer Army on the entire coast.

"So, have you changed your mind now?"

Michael put the hot muzzle of the gun against Ginny's forehead and asked with a smile.

The wind suddenly calmed down.

Ginny looked at the confident expression of the leader of the Knights of God before her, and suddenly smiled.

"You said you couldn't see fear in human eyes, but I find it strange..."

Her smile gradually turned teasing.

"But I see fear in your eyes."

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? Eight hundred years of authority has collapsed. Are you afraid that the gods will no longer stand in the sky?"

Saint Michael's smile froze for a moment.

He looked at the amusement on Ginny's face, and suddenly his body trembled.

A thrilling feeling of being provoked spread throughout his body.

"I changed my mind."

He withdrew the revolver.

"Miss Ginny, I will not kill you."

The smile on the face of the leader of the Knights of God was still gentle, and the look he looked at Ginny was as gentle as if he was looking at his lover.

"You are not afraid of death. Death is a kind of relief for you now."

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me where the headquarters of the Volunteer Army is. I will find out sooner or later."

"I admire you very much. You are very smart, even too smart. You dare to challenge God... This is very good and interesting."

He reached out and gently touched the ends of Ginny's hair, smiling lovingly:

"I will make you feel something more terrible than death."

Ginny sneered:

"Oh? Is there anything in the world more terrible than death?"

Michael smiled:

"Of course there is. I will make you a supreme god and a celestial dragon."

Ginny's face changed.

The celestial dragon smiled and continued, his voice like a knife, piercing her heart deeply.

"I want you to be part of everything you hate. I want to give you fame, wealth, status and power that no one else can match."

"Aren't you going to overthrow the World Government and the rule of the Celestial Dragons?"

"But what if you become a member of the Celestial Dragons?"

Ginny was shocked and gritted her teeth:

"Even you don't have such power!"

"No, no, no, I do."

Michael Saint smiled and said:

"I will marry you."

"Guess what your partners, comrades, and colleagues in the Self-Guard Army will think when they see their companions turning to power and glory?"

"Especially your fiancé, um, the remnant of the Bakhaniya tribe named Bartholomew Bear, what will he think when he sees you marry a Celestial Dragon?"

Ginny was struck by lightning, and she froze in place, her mind blank.

The Celestial Dragon smiled more and more when he saw this.

The fingers touching her hair moved slowly and slid towards her cheek.

Suddenly, a low, dull voice sounded.

"I advise you to move that hand away."

Michael was stunned, then turned around with interest, laughing softly:

"Is this a heroic rescue?"

Before he finished speaking, his face changed slightly.

A huge fist wearing a black glove was wildly enlarged in the reflection of his pupils!

It was a simple, dull, but furious face.

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