Warlord

Twelve Sovereigns’ Halls, Ben’s office. Outside the window, the Asgard’s Sky Curtain had already simulated a sapphire blue night sky based on the central brain’s calculations. The glittering stars filled the sky, forming a magnificent river. Official source is n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net

Ben shook the red wine in his arms and looked thoughtfully at the sky.

With a “ding” sound from the elevator, Callio who was dressed in his military uniform walked in with big strides while chewing on a cigar: “Old man, are you still here? Sol and the others are looking for you everywhere, it is about time to go to the Great Hall. The celebration is about to begin, and you still have to go and host the firework activation ceremony. ”

Callio’s voice was loud, like a series of gunshots. He shook his head and laughed, “Old friend, do you think our bodies and brains have become dull after our peace for so long? We have forgotten the cruelty of war, so we use the beautiful illusion to numb ourselves? ”

Callio frowned: “Don’t talk to me like a poet. What’s wrong with you? Why do you suddenly have so many thoughts? ”

“The bystanders that were returning were attacked.” Ben turned and said lightly.

Callio’s expression changed, he took down the cigar in his mouth and asked: Who did it?

“I asked Zero. The ones attacking them are just small fries. They should be testing their strength.”

“Could it be Ogg’s men?”