After questioning several young men who had been beaten with bruises and swollen faces, Mars found out how the lord promoted the southern Tainan Heavenly Soldiers.

The man-eating devil will land in the harbor tomorrow.

The evil unbelievers will bring blood to the crater of this extinct volcano.

The demon king who dominates the fire will burn all the islanders it sees.

Terrifying killing machines have landed on Birnan under the command of their masters.

That's all. The lord has worked very hard on his propaganda, but it's a pity that he didn't have enough time and the rest of it hasn't been written yet.

"A poor man is always ambitious. Look at this lord, he is really talented." Mars couldn't wait to kill this lord: "Ms. Fantine, where is he."

"He and his family were in the underground bunker of the Lord's Mansion, and he is still using the radio to call on all islanders to stand up and resist," Ms. Fountain said.

"Kill his channel, then connect the broadcast of our barge, tell everyone that our Tainan Tower is here to kill the lord, and has nothing to do with the islanders. As long as we put down our weapons, we can save their lives and property.

Also, we will not bombard buildings that do not resist. After the lord dies, his property and our tower will be equally distributed to all the surviving islanders." Mars ordered.

Madam Fantine happily agreed, and said that she didn’t need to deal with the big bosses on the barge, as she had pretty little girls under her command, so it shouldn’t be too easy for her to do this job.

Mars turned around, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out four hundred Thai dollars and handed them to the four beaten islanders: "One hundred Thai dollars each, tell the people you know that you can give up resistance."

Live, Tainan Tower will not harm him and their families, and as long as you survive, after we kill the lord, you will have a share of all his property."

These days, Thai Southern is the standard Mandarin in the East. You can be a native of the Four Islands, a peninsula, an archipelago, a remnant of the southern peninsula, or even an immigrant.

As long as you understand Thai, there is no place you can't go in Eastern Europe.

So the four boys took the money and immediately nodded and patted their chests to express that they would definitely pass on the message.

Mars thought for a moment and stopped them.

Then we used treatment to repair the nose of one of the boys whose nose was crooked.

The boys left with great gratitude, and Mars ordered the firefight here to stop for now.

These boys ran to the streets and began to preach in local dialects.

Now the lord's small broadcast stopped, and in the new broadcast, the little girl was telling the islanders the good news, and soon a group of middle-aged people came over surrounded by an old man.

"Are you the leader?" Mars stood up.

"Are you the tower's righteous men?" asked this white-haired, hunched old man.

"Yes, we are the tower of Tainan. Your lord killed our companions, and we are here to take revenge." Mars showed the emblem of the tower and the hilt of the lightsaber to the old man.

"Kemens, the murderer of a thousand cuts! He and his family will go to purgatory!" the old man screamed. He turned to look at his follower and said a few words in a sharp and urgent tone.

An omnic translated it for Mars.

The meaning is very simple.

The person who came was really a righteous man from the tower in southern Tainan, not a robber as the lord said.

Lord Kemens and his family have deceived everyone. He must tell the news to the entire island and make all compatriots give up their resistance. A righteous man will never harm innocent people.

And the most important thing is to quickly go to the square and put down the bodies of the dead martyrs, and then prepare the execution site for the Kemens family. The martyrs who are coming now will be of great use.

·At first glance, you can tell that the old man has seen the operation of our tower in the past. He must have been alive for a long time, he is well-versed in his work, and he is the best friend of the tower.

Madame Fantine said.

Mars nodded thoughtfully - you see, the reputation of the tower is still there, and those old people who have lived long enough still remember the tower that once served this land and fought for innocent people.

With this old man leading the way, there was no need to fight. The roadside was soon filled with various weapons, from bolt-action rifles to double-barreled shotguns, from roadside IEDs covered with fertilizer bags to

Various homemade fish-explosion tools are all evidence used by islanders who have laid down their weapons to prove that they have laid down their weapons.

Of course, it must be sincere. Mars even saw a laser rifle. This is no longer an old thing, it is a new civilian version made in Tainan.

Although the old man was stooped, he walked not too slowly. Mars followed behind him, and occasionally met with the local neighborhood manager through him.

The people in charge are usually big-bodied men, and there are also capable women, but no matter what, they all kneel down and beg for forgiveness, and Mars can only use his spiritual power to lift them up and let them see the strength of the tower.

As a result, there was a bit more sincerity in the fear. Some bold islanders began to walk out of the house, and many children began to chase the members of the sword user team for candy. This gave the candy that Mars had prepared for them before useful, and when children

They had candy to eat, and when these 'robbers' really didn't do anything again, the islanders realized that they had really been deceived.

So many angry islanders followed the team, they wanted to see the end of their lords - after all, watching their bad masters on the street lights is a program that people all over the world love to watch, and if you push it forward, it can be pushed to at least 15,000

Thousands of years ago, humans were still fighting with rocks and hitting heads with sticks.

This made Mars' team move a little slowly, but it was okay. By the time they reached the square, Meters and the others had been put into the coffin. Mars took a look, stretched out his hand and closed Meters' eyes.

Although you and I have fought, you are a man and you deserve to laugh at me from the wall, brother.

Closing his friend's eyes, Mars walked forward, where the islanders with weapons exchanged fire with the port troops in the bunker.

Mars stepped out of the battle line and extended his hand.

All the bullets fired at him stopped in front of him.

Mars looked at the other side of the ceasefire, and it seemed that this move had indeed made the other side a little at a loss - it was an open fact that a powerful psyker could kill a mortal army without the psyker's cover by himself.

"If you don't have a trump card, then I suggest you surrender. What I want to kill is not you, but the lord hiding in his bunker behind you. He killed my teammates and deceived everyone in this port.

He and his family must shed their blood for this."

Mars was still willing to give the soldiers in front of him a way to survive. After all, they were not the puppets of their lord. As long as they could surrender, they would have a way to survive.

Of course, there is no shortage of people seeking death in this world, so whether they live or die depends on their own performance.

Then someone came out from the opposite front.

That's a guy wearing a mask. He has good psychic powers and is a legend.

"I'll fight you, boy of the tower."

"Okay, but before the fight, I want to ask, are we fighting to the death?" Mars asked with a smile.

"It's a fight to the death, I" "There is no need to name the dishes. After you die, I will ask your identity from the lord's mouth, and I will keep your head. The databases of Tynan and Carter Castle will be found."

Yours." Mars said and stretched out his hand to make a request.
Chapter completed!