After all, the Divine Intention Level is enough to be a general of the Imperial Kingdom, and the Higher Level of the Heart Light Realm is the Higher Military Pass of the Imperial Kingdom. It is related to military achievements, and it is not impossible to have a position as a major general.

But someone immediately opposed it fiercely. They said that a figure had crashed into the command center. In just one moment, the command center was completely destroyed. The information on it was inaccurate. Perhaps a powerful man with high-level Xinguang might invade. Sending ordinary soldiers who did not have Linghui to go over, it would be a death sentence.

In just a few minutes, there were all kinds of messy news and rumors, and the internal and external communication was in chaos.

The man's back, wrapped in power armor, was wet with cold sweat... not only because of the fact that Evande City was invaded by a suspected strong enemy, but also a series of missing contacts.

On the way from Dongcheng District to Nancheng District, many tax officials are forcibly collecting taxes on the edge of the slums and the lower city, just like him.

As a royal party, how could Earl Everde wait until the end of the year to pay the taxes required by the empire? He must have to show his loyalty early. The garbage population in the lower city and slums can squeeze out some oil and water. If not, it would be a good thing to send them all to the mining area.

Anyway, they are either poor people without money or demonized patients... It is said that in recent times, the empire and the great nobles have been very interested in demonized patients, but no one cares about their ending.

This is also the reason why the tax officials dared to be so bad at the orphans in the other party's orphanage - he had long received instructions to send these "high-quality" patients with demonized diseases who were demonized but were well-careeded to the clinic under the count. There was someone behind him, so he dared to be so arrogant.

But now...

"Help, there is—"

"What is that-"

"ah!"

Continuously, in the slums along the way, all the online tax officials' communications came to an abrupt end, as if they were directly interrupted by some force.

Their tone was terrified and even despair: "Something, something jumped over?!"

“Support, we need—”

Pop.

The sound of something being broken was heard.

The tax officer swallowed and he began to tremble.

Because the tax officer closest to him, his communications completely disappeared and fell into silence.

Thun, Thun, Thun.

There were extremely obvious and heavy footsteps coming from beside him.

"call."

He could hear a breath, calm, but it seemed to be filled with a hint of anger.

He turned his head tremblingly, and the tax officer looked at the empty street.

He saw an old man with a strong figure.

No, it is actually a bit too much to say that it is an old man... because although you can vaguely see some wrinkles on the other person's face and the gray hair, the wrinkles are already very subtle, and the white hair seems to be the original color of the body.

The red pupils stared at him calmly, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his deep eyes.

Here comes.

"Professor Svetre..."

He murmured to himself, the tax officer's tone was filled with fear.

Although the person in front of him was completely different from the professor he had known before, who often bent his back, had a kind face, and was even weak.

But he was 100% sure that the man in front of him was step by step, straight and calmly walking towards him like a chariot was Professor Svetre!

The source energy of the blazing burning is like a layer of flame, or a layer of strong wind, lingering around it, forming a shape similar to armor, bringing indescribable oppression.

Ta! Turning around immediately, the tax officer strode towards the direction where the orphanage was located, and the orphans who were showing a look of surprise ran away.

Although he did not sense any murderous intent, every muscle and cell in his body were alarming and telling him that if he didn't do anything, he would definitely die.

So, he made his own choice - using those orphans as hostages, he might still get...

"Oh, why?"

Then he heard a sigh: "Why do you want to make the wrong choice?"

"I clearly put down my weapons and kneel down, at most I will just knock you out."

Immediately afterwards, there was a dull collision.

Su Zhou grabbed a stone from the house beside him, and then threw it out with force - the speeding stone was wrapped around the rotating wind, turning the ordinary rock into a murderous aura that was better than the drill bit.

It hit the back of the tax officer's head, and the metal-cast helmet immediately sunk and shattered, and plasma shot out from the gap on the front of the helmet.

Bang. At least half a ton of tax officers' armor fell to the ground while running, making heavy collisions and metal scratches.

A sharp voice rang throughout the block.

Su Zhou continued to walk slowly, and he passed the tax officer's body and walked towards the gate of the orphanage.

For the children in the orphanage, this scene happened too quickly.

Seneca stared at the scene blankly.

He saw Su Zhou jumping from other blocks, as fast as flying.

The man who was walking towards them was completely different from the gentle but weak professor who had originally been imagined by everyone. He was like the difference between a sponge and a frozen sponge filled with water.

The one-eyed boy opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say something, but the cheers of the children behind him interrupted his words.

"Dean!"

A little girl cheered, with markings left by demonization on her face. She opened her hands and ran towards the man: "It's the dean who is back!"

"Dean!" "Dean!" "Wuwuwu, Dean, you are back!"

More children are following her footsteps.

Yes, although the change has changed a lot, although the temperament has completely changed, and the dean has killed someone right in front of them.

But the dean is the dean, and the gentle feeling has not changed in the instinctive perception of children.

Su Zhou squatted down with a smile, and he spread his arms to meet the children who were rushing towards him.

Then he hugged it diligently.

Yes, yes.

Although he is not the real Professor Svetre.

But he is Su Zhou.

The children are looking forward to the return of ‘him’ and he fulfills their wishes.

So, holding the children, the white-haired man laughed: "It's okay."

Su Zhou looked around everyone, then focused his eyes on staying in place without moving, but quietly raised his sleeves and wiped away Seneca with one eye: "Don't cry, you're scared."
Chapter completed!