Chapter 690

PA, PA, PA, crisp applause sounded in the silent conference room, starting with Sean and finally converging into a sound wave.

"The results of the poverty alleviation plan are gratifying, but at present, the problem we need to consider is how to get these fruits into the bag."

Reach out and press down. The applause subsided and Sean spoke.

Hearing this, everyone here has something to think about.

At present, the situation in the new world is very clear. Lvyeling is the dominant family, and other developed territories are substantially dependent on lvyeling for survival. This dependence is not only material, but also spiritual. In the new world, the identity of lvyeren has become a desirable term.

Although with the dredging of the golden channel, there are some voices against the green field leader in all major territories, this can not shake the general trend. In terms of combat power, the green field leader is far beyond other development leaders, both top combat power and basic combat power.

Even if it is a hard fight and forcible recovery by force, the green field leaders do not need to spend much time to occupy all the development lands. However, the most troublesome thing is not the development lands themselves, but the Kingdom behind them. In any case, the nominal ownership of these development leaders is still those kingdoms. It is easy to lay down these places, But how to solve the trouble of subsequent derivatives is the most important.

"Sloe, how's your zombie farm doing recently?"

As the thoughts kept turning in the hearts of the people, Sean turned the topic again and turned his eyes to sloe, a poisonous snake sitting quietly aside as if thinking about something.

As an important member of the second abnormal firm, snow, who achieved level 6 with his ability to read, doesn't care much about government affairs. He only cares about his own experiments and the progress of his personal strength.

Hearing this, snow looked at Sean like a snake, and his eyes narrowed slightly. At this time, other people's eyes fell on Sean. They knew that Sean would not be aimless at this time. Nine times out of ten, he had an idea in his heart, and this idea was also related to snow.

"Your Majesty, the zombie farm has entered a period of stable development. At present, everything is fine."

A slightly cold voice sounded and snow spoke.

Hearing the speech, Sean nodded.

"It's good to have a good development. After all, the zombie farm is already an important part of maintaining the operation of the green field collar. Many jobs need zombies. I'm just a little worried about the evil spirit sealed in the farm. After all, it's possible that his seal has loosened over the years."

Hearing this, snow's gloomy eyes flashed a look of surprise.

The zombie farm is essentially an artificial secret place created by Sean with broken world fragments and space witchcraft, and the core of maintaining this secret place and maintaining its normal operation is a divine sin.

This divine evil was transformed after the fall of a sixth order barbarian demigod in the world fragment near LVYE collar. Later, it was sealed by Sean and continues until now.

However, although the nature of this divine evil is special and difficult to kill, its real power, that is, the level of level 5, is completely a bigger mole ant for the current LVYE collar. It is impossible to get out of trouble. Even if it gets out of trouble, it will not cause any harm at all.

"Your Majesty said that this is indeed worrying."

A strange smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and snow echoed Sean's words.

"Well, you need to pay more attention to this. After all, the divine evil is not only dangerous, but also the core of the zombie farm. Once he breaks the seal, the zombie farm will collapse immediately. Those zombies may enter the main plane along the space crack at the time of breaking. At that time, the harm may not only be the green field collar, but the whole new world."

A slightly low voice sounded, and Sean expressed his concern.

"I see, your majesty."

The whole body sent out a cold and humid smell, and snow understood what Sean meant.

Hearing the speech, Sean took back his eyes, and at this moment, an idea flashed in the hearts of others, and then crossed the topic tacitly.

"The founding of the people's Republic of China is imminent. The city hall should prepare for the founding ceremony, and the military should actively cooperate with it. The Navy should block the coast while maintaining the stability of the golden waterway, and the army should transfer troops to be ready to suppress all chaos at all times. Is there a problem?"

His eyes crossed consul iluka, field marshal green pheasant and field marshal white beard. Sean's face was serious.

"No problem, your majesty."

Without hesitation, the three gave a positive answer at the same time.

"Then, everyone, work together. The future of the emerald principality needs your efforts to build, and the glory of the emerald principality needs you to write together."

"May you add luster to your Majesty's glory with your lifelong loyalty."

We got up together and lit a hot flame in the quiet and harmonious Golden Oak hall at this moment. This hot flame will ignite the whole new world soon, and even the whole world one day in the future.

After the formal meeting in the Lord's house, study, the field marshal white beard, the army general King Alice, the army alternate general ram Montel, and the head of the zombie farm Viper snow quietly came here.

At this moment, in this study, there are two other people besides them, one is Sean and the other is Emil.

"Let me introduce you. This is Emil. He is a seventh order magician. You can call him the spiritual Lord. Like the father of oak, he is also the protector of the emerald principality."

Looking at the crowd, Sean told the identity of Emil.

Hearing this, except for the long-known white beard, the other three looked slightly changed. After all, compared with them, the seventh level was completely another level.

"Under the crown."

He lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look directly. He was wearing a black robe. There were two mottled tears on his white face, like Emil, an 11-year-old child. The four solemnly saluted.

"You are all the core figures of the emerald principality. This time I call you here because your next task is related to me. It's very important and can't be lost."

The whole body was trapped in the soft sofa. Emil told serious words in a tender voice. None of the four people who listened dared to despise it.

"In the near future, I will hold a ceremony called death feast. I will hand over the preparations for the ceremony to the dark Department, and your responsibility is to let 100000 people die in panic in three days."

The voice of childish words continued to ring, and a cold and solemn atmosphere quietly shrouded the whole study.

Hearing this, except for Alice's slightly changed look, the other three looked silent.

The dark eyes swept over the four people, ignoring the changes in their hearts, and Emil continued to tell.

"Snow, you are responsible for creating the illusion that the gods have escaped and the zombie secret place has collapsed. In this process, you need to cooperate with your majesty to send the zombies to the designated place through the space channel and quickly set off a wave of zombies in major development areas."

"White beard, you need to assemble the army and enter the major development areas in the name of suppressing evil after the zombie frenzy takes shape. In this process, you should not only reasonably control the scale of the zombie frenzy, but also take advantage of the situation to eradicate all the enemies hidden in the development areas and control their troops, occupy the key points, complete the de facto occupation and provide for the subsequent principality's rule These pioneering leaders clear the way. "

"Remember, this matter is very important and can't be lost."

The bondage of the magic robe was slightly relaxed, and a terrible breath flashed on Emir. At this moment, a distorted, fuzzy and invisible shadow appeared in the hearts of the four white beards, which made them out of breath.

The breath converged, ignoring the reaction of the four white beards, and Emir disappeared.

"The plan this time is named the sweeper plan. We should not only sweep away evil, but also sweep away the enemy. Of course, you should remember that the first priority of this plan is to cooperate with the completion of the ceremony, and the second priority is to occupy all development areas."

Looking at the four people who had not recovered, Sean spoke.

Hearing the speech, he was stunned for a while. The four people nodded and agreed.

"The holy oak church will also participate in this plan. They will be responsible for post disaster reconstruction. This is also an opportunity to unite faith and the people of the principality. You need to cooperate well."

"Finally, you should keep the pace of attack, neither too fast nor too slow, nor really let the wave of zombies spread, because the principality will take this opportunity to buy these pioneering lands from various countries."

Looking at the four people who were uneasy, Sean told them the main points of this action.

Hearing this, the four thought deeply.

"I see, your majesty, the army will not disappoint you."

A calm and powerful voice sounded, and white beard took the lead in expressing his position. This action was completely dominated by the army, and the Navy only provided support. This was not only an opportunity, but also a test for the army.

Hearing this, the other three made promises one after another.