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No matter from any perspective, the current Second Empire of Nairrel is built on the countless arcane civilization heritages of the First Empire of Ancient Nairrel. And among all these dazzling great heritages, the Mytallar, which can be extracted from the magic net, has always been the secret of the Neirrel Empire and is also the core productivity of building the entire Neirrel magic civilization.

In every regular floating city or national alchemy factory in the Neserel Empire, there is usually a reactor with the Miser energy nuclear. This thing looks like a large crystal ball, and the sphere will emit a very bright light. It can extract and purify the original energy of the magic net and transmit it to the entire floating city or alchemy factory, allowing many cheap quasi-magic items to be used like real magic items. It is also a key component that allows the floating city to float in the blue sky. Its importance is about the same as the reactor to a nuclear submarine.

Relying on more than 1,100 Miser-energy nuclear units across the country (not only are the most famous arcanes usually difficult to obtain Miser-energy nuclear, but even many authentic arcane simen do not have Miser-energy nuclear in the floating city, but use other magic arrays to maintain the floating to facilitate the use of Miser-energy nuclear to other places), the Naser-Eril Empire was able to continuously mass-produce various magic items on a large scale, allowing all citizens to share the benefits of arcane and export them to foreign countries to obtain huge profits. The Naser-Eril Empire's army can be extraordinarily "luxury" when using various scrolls and magic weapons.

Obviously, as a treasure-resistant Miser energy core, it is also one of the most coveted magic weapons in other countries.

However, just like the major powers on Earth treat their own nuclear sticks and core productivity technologies, relying on the Miser Energy Nuclear to launch magical industrial production and rapidly reviving and growing the Naser Empire, naturally, they regard Miser Energy Nuclear as their lifeblood. Since its founding, no matter how difficult the situation is, they will definitely not share this technology with anyone, so as to avoid competitors in the same technology field.

To this end, not only are the Mither energy nuclear organs in each floating city and the magic factory arranged on high alert, but all Mither energy nuclear organs in the floating city set to absolutely not move when they are manufactured. Once they are moved out of the floating city's mechanical organs, they will immediately destroy themselves. In the empire, in order to prevent the great arcane from defecting with the entire city, those floating cities with Mither energy nuclear organs are also closely monitored by the National Security Agency and are permanently in touch. Once magical contact is interrupted or instructions from the National Security Agency are received, Mither energy nuclear organs will also destroy themselves.

Such strict double insurance has prevented the secret of Miser Nuclear from being stolen within five hundred years after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

More than three years ago, when the Neseril Empire was in division and the Northern Army was forced to withdraw from the capital, in order to prevent the enemy from legally mastering such a killer weapon on the eve of the civil war, Ms. Elastra used the last moment to forcibly disband the National Security Agency and handed over the entire remote control system of the Miser Energy Nuclear to the Joint Conference of the Great Arcanist who should be able to maintain a neutral position.

Only a great arcane can effectively control the Mither energy core. I think they shouldn't just blow up their floating city to play!

But only a very few people know that in addition to the above double insurance, there is actually an ultimate preventive measure on the long handle of the scepter of the Tyramant Axe, the chief consul of the empire... Well, to be precise, a measure of destruction.

Once the self-destruction program on Terramant's Axe is activated, the remote control system of the national Miser Energy Nuclear will be instantly activated. In the entire local area of ​​the Neserel Empire, all Miser Energy Nuclear under surveillance will be detonated by a terrible command.

Then, all the products of the floating city, alchemy factories, arcane fortresses and other products of the great magic civilization of the contemporary era turned into ashes under the baptism of violent energy!

And countless prosperous cities, pastoral villages, and billions of Nairer people who live in this vast and prosperous land and enjoy the convenience of arcane civilization will also be buried with them. Imagine the scene of thousands of nuclear bombs exploded at the same time!

In short, this will be an unprecedented catastrophe of national destruction and civilization collapse!

Therefore, only the CEO who is legally elected and still in office has the right to use this ultimate measure.

According to the designer's original plan... Only when the country is on the verge of demise can this last trump card be activated and the invaders die together.

However, this key to destroying the world was at this time in the hands of the enemy of the empire, an old cult leader!

The moment this artifact that buried the world-destroying procedure was activated by the CEO of Barut, Ms. Elastra, who had no precautions in advance, was so oppressed that she collapsed to the ground and could not move due to the vast power of divine power that came from the Terramant's Axe.

The great arcane sect who had just jumped off the "Golden Forest" and easily wiped out the great arcane squadrons of the Dragon Witch Cult, such as the undead assassins, lich mages and zombie warriors, were all struggling to watch near the courtyard of the official residence, but could no longer move forward.

As for the ordinary soldiers who came along several streets to rescue, they fainted without saying a word at the moment when the divine power was overwhelming. Some of the most miserable guys even twitched all over the place and bleeding from their seven orifices......

One is under the pressure of the powerful force of Terramant's Axe, which is thousands of times the strongest golden dragon, and even enough to slaughter the gods, not to mention casting spells to fight back, even moving a little finger is so difficult and difficult.

Even the floating battleship "Golden Forest" that had not entered the range of divine power suppression further away, at this time, there was also a chaotic row of wine bottles and dish plates that were broken and trampled, and everyone was running around like headless flies. Some people hugged their heads and screamed hysterically, some people forgot to apply feather drop techniques to themselves and jumped out of the boat. Some people hurriedly drew magic circles on the deck, trying to open the portal and escape, but found that the space around them was blocked, and forcibly unblocked and jumped in space would take an extremely long time...

"Samast! I admit that I was careless this time! But, do you think that as long as you get the Terramante Axe, this one that has been used as a scepter for many years, can easily destroy the Nasèrel Empire? Don't underestimate people!"

Elaszhuo lay on the ground with his butt sticking out in a rather indecent posture, looking at his old enemy dozens of feet away, gritting his teeth and cursing.

"I know! Dear Elaszhuo, ah, through the torture of a dedicated and sucking monster, I have already asked from the Lord Consul Barut. This thing should have a command to detonate Miser's energy-energy with a fuse valve behind his nose, and it still has to be issued through the remote control system of the National Security Agency. The surveillance personnel there can be suspended at any time. Ah, otherwise, if a CEO goes crazy and is not stopped by his secretary in time, the Naserel Empire will be inexplicably destroyed..."

Samust curled up between the rubble, coughing violently, his whole body trembled like an electric shock, and it was about to cough out all its internal organs. Because it was closer to the center of the Divine Power Storm, the impact Samust suffered was even stronger. Coupled with the injuries in the previous battle, his condition was even worse than Elaszor. The skulls all over his body were squeaking and shattering...

In short, except for the consul Barut who held the battle axe with a dull expression and obviously had become a puppet, everyone else was hit indiscriminately without distinction in the face of the divine power of the Axe of Terramant.

Although he looked dying, Samust's face was full of the proud expression of the winner.

"...But, when you failed the election three years ago and the capital changed its ownership, in order to avoid this deadly weapon falling into the hands of the Southern Army, ahem, the magical instrument responsible for remote monitoring of the nation's Miser nuclear power was handed over to the Joint Conference of Great Arcanist. It has to be said that this is a very problematic choice. The Joint Conference of Great Arcanist has always maintained a politically transcendent position. Not only do the Great Arcanist usually stay in their own floating city, but they rarely move around except for exchange of research data. Even the Standing Committee members who stayed in the imperial capital are only obsessed with academic research, but also the other party members who stayed in the capital are only obsessed with academic research.

On the one hand, it has never been a qualified management organization, and it can even be said to be extremely unorganized and undisciplined. Ahem, otherwise, in the ancient empire era three thousand years ago, they would not have lost all such important Naiser scrolls, and the person responsible for the accident could not be found, especially now, in order to flatter you, almost all the great arcane makers came to the Golden Forest to watch the ceremony, so that the headquarters of the great arcane joint conference in Yinhun City, ahem, it became completely empty and extremely empty. Only the most excluded guy was not invited.

So, today, the great arcane wizard who stayed in the lobby of the headquarters, well, to be precise,

He is an honorary arcane. He was born in the Cormanso Forest on the surface, but he was actually a Cormier, and he was a royal family. Under my suggestion, the current leader of the Southern Army, His Majesty Diglio, the king of Cormier, has promised him the inheritance of the Kingdom of Cormier, and signed a magic contract guaranteed by the gods. What do you think under such a big youhuo, will this honorary arcane do?"

Hearing Samust's nagging narrative, Elaszhuo finally felt ashamed.

Looking at the flashing red light symbolizing the final countdown on Terramant's axe, she could no longer remain calm and shouted hysterically: "...No! You must not do this! Once so many Mither cannons in the imperial capital are detonated, you will be bombed to death without a burial place!"

"...Ahem, so what if I die once? Elaszhuo, have you forgotten? I, a lich, have I been dead for a long time! Ahem, speaking of it, with my current body that has been beaten to pieces by you, I'm afraid it's healthier to death!"

Samust said in a daze, although his voice was weak, his language was full of sarcasm.

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Elaszhuo roared red with his face. Driven by his desire for survival and responsibility, he was forced to fight back under the oppression of divine power. A surging silver fire burst out from her body, gathering into a burning flame storm, sweeping towards the consul Barut!

Obviously, she wanted to kill the consul Barut who held the Axe of Terramante and first relieve the imminent crisis.

"Unuseless Elaszor, you are destined to watch Neserel's Momie today......" Samust stretched out a thin palm as thin as a bird's claw, and sprayed a string of green ghost fire from his fingertips, which deflected Elaszor's silver flames in one direction, smashed heavily on the wall, and collapsed a pit the size of a door.

The consul Barut, holding the Axe of Terramant, was still safe and sound, and continued to wait for the arrival of destruction with a pious look on his face.

Seeing that Elastra's final counterattack had expired, Sammast couldn't help but laugh, his voice as sharp as a night owl.

"…Ahem, stop struggling, Elaszhuo, go die with me! My dearest old friend!"

With Samust's last announcement, the Axe of Terramant, which was the detonator, also "beeped" and ended the final countdown.

Then, after more than two thousand years, the Neseril Empire ushered in its second union……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

In the next moment, most of the civilized world of Feren continents burst into despair amid the earth-shaking explosion.

At this moment, if someone looks down from the height of the satellite orbit, he will see an unprecedented artificial disaster, an amazing violent aesthetic, the most tragic collapse of civilization in history: from the sword coast where thousands of sails gather in the west, to the towering Cormansso forest in the east: from the snow-capped polar ice 11 in the north to the scorching dragon coast of the scorching sun in the south: from the uninhabited Gobi desert within a radius, to the bustling city where every inch of land is rich: from the herds of cattle and sheep, the quiet countryside of pastoral sings, to the mines where black smoke is rolling and turbid flowing everywhere

Fang: From the cold sky above the clouds, the air is thin to the unspentant cold sky, to the dark area that is dozens of miles below the surface, even moonlight and starlight are difficult to shine: from the new imperial city of Neserel, surrounded by mountains, deserts, grasslands and lakes, one after another of terrifying mushroom clouds bloomed everywhere on this land with the most developed magic civilization in the world, quickly setting off a huge wave representing death and destruction. Like a lit smoke butt, thrown into a dry gunpowder barrel, it instantly triggered an unprecedented explosion in history!

At this moment, the floating cities that were magnificent and soaring in the sky suddenly exploded in the air like a festival ceremony, driven by the purest magic energy, and smashed into pieces, causing the vast sky to be almost covered by silver flames for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of violent and hot impacts mixed with countless gravel and rubble, descended to the ground with great momentum, swept across the streets, smashed human bodies, crushed the embankments, pushed down mountains, and washed out deep ditches in the fields. Every piece of land reached by this unprecedented explosion seemed to be plowed by thousands of tropical hurricanes, and could never survive a trace of vitality.

In the dark area covered by deep rock layers, dozens of Miser energy nuclei were detonated in the mines and new dungeons that had been built for centuries, and even razed dozens of mining-produced dungeons to the ground in an instant, destroying the load-bearing structure of the cave where the city is located. You launched the largest terrifying landslide in history and rushed into the cave. Magma flowed in the corridor. The monsters fled in fear. The soil and gravel fell from the dome, burying the dungeons in the cave and the intelligent life in the city.

Yu Bo, who hit the cave wall, expanded along the rock formations and soil, causing the entire underground world of the Feren continent to fall into great panic due to severe earthquakes and the erupting volcanoes.

On the land that this catastrophe has affected, hundreds of thousands, no, millions, no, should be millions of people, standing in the wilderness, streets, palaces, ports, roads and forests, looking at the explosion of the floating city in the sky, the falling meteorite rainstorms and violent waves coming to face, there was no time to react or hide. They could only close their eyes in despair and wait quietly for the arrival of death.

A mountain peak was overturned and flattened by air waves, the fields were smashed into big pits by falling rocks, and the flow was boiling in the sea of ​​fire and lava. The city was destroyed into a white land. Tens of millions of lives, hundreds of famous towns and countries, countless famous legends, and the material wealth accumulated over many centuries were all gone in this moment!

No matter from which perspective, this is an unprecedented catastrophe of doomsday.
Chapter completed!