This Navy is Rude

But for some unknown reason, a green whirlwind suddenly blew up between the heavens and the earth.

The wind howled.

All the bullets were blown into the sky like fluffy goose feathers, and the overseer who came to support was blown into the sea under the bridge by the green wind, with no chance of survival.

"God...this is God!"

"God has come to save us!"

Witnessing the scene of Drago manipulating the gust of wind, the slaves of the kingdom on the bridge even directly worshiped Drago as a god.

Drago walked to the side of the boy, squatted down and asked softly.

"Son, what's your name?"

"My name is Gerald."

"Let's bury your sister together, shall we?"

"Thank you...thank you."

No one dared to take the initiative to talk to Drago, and no one escaped.

Because this is the kingdom on the bridge...they have nowhere to run.

Time passed by minute by minute.

As the slaves watched with their own eyes, Dorag and Gerald slowly dug a hole on the bridge and buried Gerald's sister there.

Gerald had been kneeling in front of his sister's grave the whole time, not responding.

In the crowd, someone finally couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, Lord God, are you here to save us?"

"No!"

Drago's answer hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

But Drago quickly continued: "It's not the gods who can save you, only you!"

"Give me thirty years!"

"No, at most twenty years!"

"I will definitely destroy those Tianlong people who control the world government and let everyone live a free life!"

"Everyone of you must persevere!"

"Twenty years later, there will be no more Tianlong people in the world!"

"There will be no more oppression!"

"Long live the gods!"

The excited slaves cheered.

Drago did not point out that he was not a god, but just a mortal.

Because he knows that people living in such extreme circumstances must have a mythical belief to guide them through this difficult time.

"Gerald, I'm leaving."

"You must carry your sister's hope and live strong!"

"I will live!"

"To kill the Tianlong people!"

Drago's expression was a little subtle, but he didn't say anything.

A gust of wind whistled, just like a real god, Drago rode the gust of wind and left Techila Wolff in the worship and longing of the slaves.

He didn't take Gerrard.

He didn't take anyone away.

Because he knew that only by overthrowing the rule of the Tianlong people could truly save the world.

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"Oh!"

The door was slammed open by Bermel.

"Less Hai Lan..."

Hai Lan interrupted Bermel roughly: "Get out!"

Belmer was a little stunned: "Uh..."

"Did you report? Did you knock? Lieutenant, do you remember your identity? You're a soldier, not a rogue!"

"Uh... right... sorry..."

Bellmer left Hai Lan's office in a sullen mood.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Report! I'm Lieutenant Belmer!"