Blood tax

Chapter 570 I will come, with an army of

The two heads of state exchanged greetings in the reception room, congratulated each other on their election, and exchanged credentials.

Galadia looked intently, as if Griffith was a ball of air:
"The Grand Republican Army system you created and led is very disturbing. It seems that you are strengthening military centralization, which is also extremely necessary in the current situation. However, we are concerned that this will undermine the authority and freedom of a wide range of spellcasters."

"I have taken note of your opinion, Your Highness, and I can assure Canaan that the Grand Republican Army is only ensuring the security of our country and serving the war. That is everything. They are not here to compete for parliamentary power.

"Must I remind you that it was the Senate that granted me special powers, and that they should be used only in emergencies? These powers will automatically be lifted once the war is over."

"But what about your Grand Army of the Republic? They're going to disband too?"

"They are not my army, madam, they belong to the Republic," the dictator replied calmly. "Their fate will be in the hands of the Senate, where they belong."

Several elven elders were also visiting with Galadia. When they saw Griffith, their expressions looked like they had eaten flies. They seemed to still have doubts about the dictator's opinion, and immediately said: "Please understand Canaan's concern for spellcasters and the Arcane Council..."

He interrupted the conversation between the heads of state... Griffith's gaze moved over and locked onto this rude elf. But the latter showed no reaction, obviously more concerned about his own worries.

"Canaan has to trust me to make the right choice," he said, "and that's why I was elected dictator."

"The specific situation will be communicated to your country later."

The death rays emitted from the mouth-like grooves of the colossus were several terrifying golden-red light pillars. Wherever they passed, the rocks ignited with gray smoke, the high temperature caused ripples in the air, and the houses and fortresses were burned in the fire.

"The disaster of your army is essentially the withered beings formed by forcibly injecting unqualified life forms with magic power and losing control," the elf elder said with some pride, "We are cleaning up and establishing a no-man's land on the outskirts of Canaan.

The Canaanite senator couldn't hold himself back: "But we heard some rumors..."

"I have already said that I will make the right choice," Salorian's tone suddenly increased. He stood up and said with a decisive tone, "Your attention should end here."

With Salorian's permission, the visiting Canaanite elder activated the crystal and projected an image in front of everyone.

"Your Majesty the Dictator, is that okay?"

The image shows a giant insect with six long legs, with amazing arms and legs that reach over cliffs and mountain peaks. This terrifying long-legged spider slithers across houses, gardens, and rivers with grace and death, wandering through towns and cities, raining astonishing firepower upon the ground.

Galadia glanced at him with bright eyes, then quickly looked away.

"After learning that some of the legions are out of control, Canaan must take necessary actions to clean up the contamination. Tarkin Yamon's forces are clearing the contamination near Canaan."

The lips of the elven elders pursed into a thin line, with serious expressions. Galadia took a sip of tea quietly. One of the elders was silent for a moment and took out a crystal.

His tone seemed to say: Don't force me to issue an eviction order.

What's ridiculous is that when the Psychic Legion was first formed, these rational critics were full of praise, and these articles were published by the same newspapers and editors. Everyone turned a blind eye to the obvious risks, and after the incident, they seemed to have suddenly received divine enlightenment, pointing out that they had "already noticed it" and "as mentioned earlier"...

After the terrifying heat energy beam swept away, countless tentacles surged out of the giant statue, grabbing the figures running around on the ground, sucking them in, and then spewing debris all over the ground.

When the senator said this, he glanced behind the dictator. Griffith was silent and seemed unresponsive.

Political commentators and stock analysts are like this. Suddenly they can find unquestionable wisdom in past speeches, but when asked to give a clear point of view, they have to go back and forth...

"As you please."

In recent days, discussions in academic circles and newspapers have become increasingly bold - using magic potions to build a psychic army in a very short time, even if it is theoretically possible, is extremely imprudent. The Arcane Council put it into mass production without conducting sufficient time and large-scale testing. This madness eventually turned into a disaster that shook the country. It is also common sense.

Although the sound was not audible, anyone could imagine the deafening roar that made the ears ring.

Golden-red heat energy rays criss-crossed, turning the streets into a pile of charred ruins. No matter where you went, you could see nothing but burning wreckage, and every gust of wind would burn into bright flames.

Thinking of this, Griffith almost couldn't help laughing. He suppressed his smile and still let the corner of his mouth twitch.

She was also holding back her smile...

The elf lady smiled with a smile that made people happy but did not lose her identity: "In the name of Canaan,

"I salute you, Dictator."

"I also greet you, Your Highness, and your friends," Salorian held up the document containing his credentials. "May our friendship last forever."

After that, he motioned to Griffith behind him to see off the guests. Today's meeting was informal and could not be known to the social world, so Canaan's representatives teleported back from wherever they came from.

Griffith accompanied them through the narrow passage to the teleportation array deep in the secret room. He walked less than one step away from Galadia, almost squeezing a senator into the corner, racking his brains to think of something to say, even if it delayed him for another half minute or ten seconds. It's a pity that he is not good at words, and he lacks elegance and smoothness. His tongue is dry and knotted, and he can't even utter a word.

There was a wisp of rose fragrance in the faint fragrance that tickled the tip of his nose, and Griffith's heart was immediately ignited.

Miss Elf's white hand is just a few steps away. Just hold it gently and bring back countless memories and memories.

Griffith's psychic energy surged, and the Conqueror's power became unstoppable.

do not care! Aren’t they just a few veterans! Watch me knock them over. Diplomatic disputes and other matters are left to the dictator to handle!

Soon enough, Griffith took half a step towards Galadia. The girl who could barely look at him was startled, and the elder beside him immediately focused his attention.

It's now! Lock it down, stasis prisoner—

Eh?
Before Griffith could throw down his psychic energy, a more powerful aura came in front of him. The senators were instantly confused, thinking that they were going to be killed.

"How is Galilei's injury?" Dictator Shi Shiran came to the crowd and asked an elder casually. He stood in front of several senators, his loose black robe almost covering the young people behind him.

"He, uh, Lord Gato..." The senator who was asked was a little embarrassed for a moment, not knowing how to answer this sensitive question.

The dictator said slowly, like an old man who wants to reminisce about the past after talking about business:
"Please convey my blessings,

"We have known each other for a long time..."

Griffith didn't waste a moment, reaching out behind the black robe and holding the back of Galadia's hand.

"Ah~"

The girl let out an inaudible cry. Her hand was colder than ice, and she twitched like an electric shock. Her slender fingers tried hard to push out, trying to escape from the fiery grasp. But the second, more powerful grip wrapped all her slender fingers, preventing them from moving at all.

The dictators and senators formed a small circle. Galadia is in the lower right corner of the arc. Her front was half blocked by the dictator's black robe, and her right hand and back were covered by a dark wall. Griffith held her left hand tightly, and the corner with nowhere to escape was like a deep embrace that could not go anywhere.

"Oh, Lord Gato," Galadia was almost out of breath. Someone might have heard her low voice just now. She pretended to be calm and followed the dictator's concern, "Psychic power." There are many dark sides that we don’t know about..."

These words resonated among the elders. They began to talk to the dictator about their concerns, completely ignoring that the Canaanite princess was very close to the human knight in the shadows of the corridor.

Griffith couldn't help but glance at the girl. I saw her looking at the dictator and senators without any evasion. Cold fingers gently rubbed his fingertips in the dark~
"I have some suggestions regarding this issue..." The dictator took a step forward. Griffith hurriedly let go of his hand, regretting that this beautiful moment was too short.

The crowd moved with him. Like professors and students, they cast their eyes on the stone slabs displayed in the secret room, which recorded many secrets.

Galadia followed, behind the dictator, using the cover of the black robe, she gently leaned on Griffith's arm, put her hand in Griffith's hand, and let him hold it.

Griffith's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He didn't listen to a word of what the others were saying. He only knew that Galadia was still saying a few words from time to time.

Her voice became more and more shaky, and her words came out in gibberish, until she was almost hoarse. All the power seemed to turn into a pounding heartbeat, resonating on the arm.

"Where does our front lead?" A senator murmured plaintively, "Maybe only the Sacrifice of the Chosen One can save us."

The eyes of everyone present will be directed towards him immediately. Miss Elf was almost leaning on Griffith's shoulder. She shouted with all her strength: "Look at the teleportation array!"

Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the teleportation array. There have been so many accidents recently, the order of magic is in chaos, and it is not uncommon for the teleportation circle to have problems.

The moment everyone turned their heads, Galadia hid behind the dictator's hood, hugged Griffith's arm, stood on tiptoes, and quickly kissed his cheek.

"Come to me."

The Canaanite elves took their leave. They stood in the teleportation array and bid farewell to the dictator.

"We look forward to your arrival, wise Salorian. May our friendship and unity carve out a glorious future in this era of crisis."

"I also look forward to it, my friends, our future will be glorious!" Salorian promised loudly, and then said to Griffith, who was about to collapse next to him, "We will definitely go, right? "

"Yes, sir." Griffith replied quickly. He looked at Galadia's fading figure and whispered in his heart.

I will come.

Along with an army of 100,000 people.

(End of this chapter)