Limit Breaker

"This is the result of the U.N. Conference."

Weller Rothschild was informed by the power of the Rothschild family of almost real-time UN meetings that he had decided to lend his hand in defeating the Cali Empire.

"That's odd. 'That' Sam Taegeuk will cooperate?"

The tanks in Rothschild claimed that Zhuge's personality was so shitty that he would hardly cooperate with the United States or the Pentagon.

But the Pentagon and the Three Tai Poles are working together?

"Tsk. Nothing's been going my way lately."

Replicated humans made from Saladin's genes, which were supposed to be the strongest weapon, were sick simultaneously with a mysterious disease and barely recovered.

Whatever the disadvantage, the anxiety of having pneumonia-like diseases with scattered replicated humans at the same time led to disbelief.

Moreover, it was successful in an ambush to obtain a living nanosuit, and it was somewhat resistant but well within the expected range.

However, two unexpected misfortunes led to failure.

First of all, Magnus had a ray gun that killed a grade 10 brawler.

Number two: you underestimate the power of Evel.

Had it not been for one of these two evils, it would have succeeded in killing Magnus and taking the Nanosuits.

Unbelief in replicated humans and the failure of critical missions annoys me. In addition, the Pentagon and the Tritia have teamed up temporarily, and the global interest has focused on the Pentagon and the Tritia.

If the nanosuits failed to reclaim and the Pentagon's relentless pursuit was quite difficult, the world's attention would be focused and if it succeeded again, it would be a big problem if it failed.

"... now I'm finishing my chamber. We can alleviate the problem of cloning humans a little bit, and then we can steal the Pentagon's research on bio-nanoschutz when we get a chance."

We're not in a position to move right now, and too many heavy-mouthed people have been consumed everywhere.

These talents can be attracted with the power of money as much as they want, and can enhance their power with state-of-the-art equipment and high salaries, equipped with the power of money.

However, those who refuse to do anything dirty for the Rothschild family can't easily make more than a billion dollars or a hundred billion dollars.

It is because it is necessary that we can only fight for the Rosschild family and have a difficult condition that we have to have a discriminatory personality that looks down on non-white people.

Since those with such conditions are not readily available, Wellter decided to once again take advantage of the opportunity to restore any of their numbers consumed while sweeping the interior.

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"Empress, we have reports of spies being sent down to Earth."

I opened my mouth to the empress who was making a free face while an alien with a lumpy seafood exterior sat in a prestigious chair.

Why would she send spies to gather information after ignoring the Earth so much? However, the Empress did not send spies to gain strategic advantage.

"Tell me."

With the empress's silence, the seafood-looking alien reads the reports aloud.

The Cali Empire's technology is far superior to Earth's, so she was instructed to read aloud in order to forget that it was even slightly obscene, even though she could easily read holographic footage.

"Yes. All the tribes of the Earth have convened a meeting to find a way to counter the Empire." "

"Oh, yeah? That's good. I haven't lost the fight yet."

The Empress gave a genuine voice of relief, saying that she was lucky that the people of Earth did not give up the fight.

I met someone I was interested in and came to the far reaches of the universe, but if I had just given up this much, that disappointment would have felt bigger than usual.

"But it was so heavily guarded that we didn't even know the contents of the meeting."

"Hehe, it doesn't matter to you. It's more fun to go through something you don't know than to go through."

Ordinary tyrants accuse spies of their incompetence and yell at them to change or kill their leaders and spies, but the Empress was feeling a kind of pleasant surprise because she didn't know it.

"By the way, were the earthlings repairing the damage?"

"Yes, the power on the ground was stronger than expected, and slaves didn't do as much damage as they thought. Earthlings say it's a tidy atmosphere that cleans up ruined buildings and collects victims."

"That's a relief. If you send troops in desperate times, they'll become desperate. It's no fun."

By this time everyone will be able to feel it.

Asking how Earthlings are doing on the subject of attacking Earth and relieving them that they are not desperate.

Yes, it is.

There was no word "war" in her head.

She's playing a prank.

A childish prank with bugs that can be killed with one finger at any time.

"I don't know what they're planning, but I'm going to have to make them run with the poison."

And the Empress, who saw the bugs chipping their teeth to bite her, thought of a plan to make them poison their teeth.

"Only send second-class warriors to densely populated cities. And kill as many civilians as you can and cruelly. Let them unleash their wrath upon the Kali Empire and plunge them into evil."

"Yes, I'll send it right away……."

"No, after the Earth has been rotated four to five times. I'm starting to recover, but if I get attacked again, the people of Earth will be furious with their evil deeds and rush in."

"I will do as the Empress says."

The aliens duck at the command of the Empress, heading somewhere, and the Empress, left alone, smiles faintly at the face of the Earthling who provoked her.

"Where are you? You're not hiding out somewhere, are you?"

If you're hiding because you're scared, really. You will feel very, very, very disappointed and angry.

She was a woman whose emotions didn't change that easily, but when she got really angry, she became cruel enough to make her feel that death was merely a luxury.

Of course, even though it is tyrannical to the point of view of the Earth that it can consume people's lives carelessly, in terms of a universe with hundreds of billions and trillions or more, women were surprisingly like ordinary leaders, except they were combat fanatics.

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It was the third day after the UN meeting.

In addition to the supplies gathered by countries participating in the United Nations, Samtaegeuk showed up using Jihad's teleport system to a place with a large gastrointestinal barrier so that he could not be seen from space in order to gain the role of a hostage.

Jihad, who appeared teleporting, opened all her gates and appeared to be attacking immediately, while members of the United Nations gathered around the United States held a firearm and remained hypertensive.

The promised supplies were moved toward the jihad by being careful not to attack each other, and it was Evel's turn to board.

"Evel……."

"Beth, you have to take care of yourself."

"... come back."

"I'll try to make it happen."

Beth meets her, hugging Evel and saying goodbye, Evel boards a jihad behind the scenes of her colleagues.

"Damn……. Damn bastards..."

One of the Pentagon leaders who encountered Evel, Liman, was swallowing anger in the back of Evel's walking to the limbs, pulling out his teeth.

"Hang in there."

Scott opens his mouth to calm himself, placing his hands on his shoulders, even though his appearance was too dangerous.

"I... know... I know... Damn it..."

Evel is not just a hostage.

A noble victim who, in his final moments, had to riot inside the jihad and destroy the teleport system or make it impossible to teleport and oxidize with jihad in Aegis' possession.

However, even if my colleague climbed the road to death, how can I send him away without hesitation?

Besides, she's a hostage. She doesn't know what kind of trouble Chiu's in.

All she could think about was the plan, and she desperately wanted to rush into the jihad while she slept, and rush to her death and destroy the teleport system.

Evel does not look back to make sure she knows the anxiety of her colleagues and does not weaken her mind, but enters the Battleship of Jihad.

"I've loaded all the cargo."

"Good. We've got everything we need. We're going home." Call me on the day of the mission launch. "

That's how Jihad got into the jihad with Ferrissa, and the jihad that burned them all quickly disappeared.

He teleported somewhere.

"Ahhhh!!"

Liman, who sounded the most eager justice among the Pentagon leaders, screamed at his appearance, and some of the higher-level officers who knew of Evel's sacrifice praised Evel's noble sacrifice with a solemn salute to the direction of the lost jihad.

And as she entered the jihad, she felt that she had moved somewhere through the teleport, following ahead of herself and behind Ferrissa.

Behind her, a spear with a laser rifle follows, ready to block Evel's sudden movements with her body.

"What are you going to do with me now, Shiv?"

"My real name sucks. Don't tell me to clean it up. Call me by my real name."

Jinwoo, who was walking forward, told him to call her by her real name, and Evel opened her mouth again to show him a crooked look.

"Yeah, let's call it that, then. Anyway, I'll ask you again, Jin-woo. What are you going to do to me?"

"Just follow me. You'll see."

Seek-

Now that the face is known, Jinwoo, an open face without a mask, turns his head to the side and looks at Evel, smiling wickedly.

'I'm already ready.'

Evel takes a deep breath because she's already prepared. She's determined to make sure that no matter what happens, she never breaks her heart.

After so quietly following Jinwoo and Perisha, Evel climbs up the elevator along a slightly darker path.

It's getting dark. '

Somehow, getting darker and darker made Evel feel afraid.

Jiing -

At that time, Jinwoo and Perisha opened the door switch and opened the door without going inside.

"Come on, get inside."

However, she could not follow his orders straight away.

He would be, too, since he was completely in the dark at the door.

A dark place where even a fool thinks it's a trap.

Jinwoo and Perisha smiled and gestured as if to get inside quickly.

'... Okay, I'll go to your place for a while. No matter what trap, no matter how hard it is, it's all gonna work out!'

Cover, cover, cover.

Evel is about to enter a space with nothing but darkness, and the moment she's ready for what's about to happen!

Bam! Puffer bam!!

"Welcome!"

Suddenly, the sound of the fireworks sounded, and with the 'Welcome to the first guest of jihad ~' banners and sumptuous party food, executives of the Three Taipei Theatre welcomed Evel with a smile.

"On…?"

Unexpectedly, Evel makes a foolish sound with a dazzling look on her face.

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As I said before, Evel is assisting with the Empress. Prison Battleship, anyone looking forward to a close encounter.

And I don't do go-oh-oh watches. No, Blizzard games don't moan.

Because they won't let me play.

Even if I were X, I wouldn't die playing Blizzard! So don't talk about fancy watches in my novels!