Chapter 1312： Absurd peace talks

"Do you think you can run away?" A swordsman in white looked at the women blocked in the alley with a smirk, and mocked.

Next to him, another white-clothed swordsman looked at the civilians of the Flame Empire in front of him with great interest, with disdain for low-level creatures in his eyes.

Indeed, he did not regard these people in front of him as humans at all. In his eyes, mortals who cannot cultivate are no different from ants.

Who cares about the life and death of ants when they walk? These people in front of them are nothing but useless **** without talent.

"Hahaha! Kill it!" On the other side of the alley, the swordsman who blocked these women waved slightly, and a flying sword pierced the chests of several women.

A woman holding her baby screamed, and when she looked down at her baby in her infant, her eyes were filled with despair.

She could only vomit blood when she opened her mouth, still trying to help the child cover the blood hole with her hands. It's a pity that no matter how hard she tried, blood still spouted from the body of the child who was no longer crying.

She died, her child died, and the moment she fell, the woman's eyes were full of resentment. She cursed all the gods in this world, cursing these people in white clothes not to die.

Regrettably, no matter whether these white-robed swordsmen will die in the future, she can't see how they die.

The blood stained the infants, and also stained the torn clothes of these women. No swordsman in white would be interested in these women, because they care more about strength and bloodliness than anyone else.

In the eyes of these white-robed swordsmen, mortals who have no cultivation base and no strength are not worthy of any evil thoughts. What they want is a serious dual monk, rather than waste precious essence on these mortals who are much worse than monkeys Woman body.

"Excuse me... can you take me to meet your leader?" Just when the white swordsmen killed the last woman of the Flame Empire, behind them, a hoarse and not very real voice rang like this stand up.

Several swordsmen in white turned around and looked in the direction of the sound. They killed too much before, so they were a bit paralyzed and didn't notice when such a guy came behind them.

This is a puppet, an ordinary puppet, some things have been modified on its body, but it is still an ordinary puppet.

"I'm here to negotiate!" The puppet spread out his hands and made a harmless move: "Our great Emperor Elanshir, I hope to have a talk with your leader..."

"What to do?" A white-clothed swordsman made a guard posture, pointed the sharp flying sword at the puppet not far away, and asked in a low voice.

"It seems that the other party can't afford it, and wants to surrender to us." Another white-clothed swordsman said triumphantly.

His words made the headed swordsman in white also a little complacent. He retracted his flying sword and said: "Arrange two people and take it to see Master! It seems that we will soon become this world. The owner of it."

Soon, such a negotiating puppet sent by the Ailan Hill Empire was sent to the white-haired old man's tent.

The puppet found a place to sit down, took out a tablet computer from the purse he was carrying, and then connected to the Internet and connected to the video software.

Chris saw the white-haired old man of the Heavenly Sword God Sect for the first time, and the white-haired old man also saw Chris, the emperor of the Holy Sword Empire, for the first time.

"Introduce myself... I am the emperor of the Alanhill Empire, Alanhill Chris." Chris sat inside the small screen with a smile on his face.

"The old man is the sixth-order lecturer of the ninth peak of the third courtyard of the Heavenly Sword God Sect...Zhang Jia!" The white-haired old man reluctantly said, and also introduced himself.

The reason why he spoke was because he had seen it for the first time, the true "person" in this heaven and earth.

Before, there were some weapons without aura fluctuations, and some puppets, so he was very interested in Chris. He wanted to know how many rulers like Chris were in the world.

From the feedback of previous battles, the civilians in this world are actually mortals, and they don't have much combat effectiveness at all. But those weird puppets are very powerful. Obviously, the people who make and manipulate these puppets should not be mortals.

To be frank, the white-haired old man Zhang Jia's inference is correct. The **** puppet itself is a magician's technique, and mortals cannot use it.

"So..." Chris didn't expect that the powerful sword repair civilization in front of him would be so huge. What he didn't expect was that the old man in front of him had a very low position and did not have the ability to influence the decision-making of the Heavenly Sword God Sect.

So he hesitated a little. After hesitating, he still said, "In that case, I really want to know, can you represent the Heavenly Sword God Sect and cooperate with my Ailan Hill Empire?"

"That's natural. As long as you are willing to submit to the Divine Sword Sect and give your all, the Divine Sword Sect can give you a chance to live." The white-haired old man named Zhang Jia said with his chin open.

Chris was taken aback. He obviously didn't expect that the other party would give such... such "favorable" conditions! In his opinion, if the other party only showed such a small amount of strength, surrendering to the Ailanhill Empire is a matter of course.

"I think you made a mistake." Chris smiled and said to the old man on the screen: "If your so-called Heavenly Sword God Sect is willing to surrender, the Ailan Hill Empire can consider stopping its attack on you, and Only your commander will be held accountable for ordering the massacre of civilians..."

"What?" The white-haired old man obviously did not expect that the other party was so arrogant to this point. He stretched out his finger, pointed at Chris on the screen, and said: "I don't respect the Heavenly Sword God Sect, no one can save you! Wait for me to take it. The day the soldiers stepped down on your world is the time to take your dog's head!"

"Puff..." Just arrived at Hope No. 2, Elf Grand Duke Andrea, who was sitting next to Chris drinking tea not far away, couldn't hold back a spit of water.

She really wanted to see what Heavenly Sword God Sect belonged to, what made them so courageous and dare to ask His Majesty the Emperor Ailanhill... Dog head...

Chris touched his head. He was pretty sure that there have been many, many years in this world, and no one dared to call his head a "dog's head".

Think of Bellevue, think of places that have been turned into ruins, and the gravel has been burnt into glass... Chris laughed, laughed on the video side, and laughed very happily.

It's as if a child finally waited for the toy he was expecting; as if a man finally got his favorite game.