My little country

The agents entered the presidential suite of the Mosca Hotel and it didn't take long for the search to begin.

The Mosca mansion also ushered in the noble transcendent messenger ~ Anderson, the champion of the psychic contest.

Emperor Mosca formally summoned Anderson, giving him a ceremonial face.

The teenager Anderson also seemed to know that he did not represent himself this time, but represented the teachers behind him and even the many transcendents involved. He also concealed his youthful character.

Anderson showed a stern look. After a cordial and friendly meeting with Mosca's top leaders, he entered the secret room and began to discuss the main points.

"Good morning, everyone, if I can, I really don't want to come back to meet you so early."

After entering the secret room, the young Anderson put down his disguise and gave a wry smile, then sat down and sighed:

"But there is no way, the master thinks that I am the only one of them who has dealt with you, so I am the best person to contact you."

Speaking of this, the Mosca executives who attended the meeting nodded one after another, and at the same time felt that it was easier to deal with underage and extraordinary people like Anderson than to meet a strange and extraordinary person.

After all, Anderson’s mental model was built long ago, and they will not do things that irritate each other invisibly without knowing it.

And they even feel that through the past few days, they have raised the Anderson Junior’s favorability.

"Please tell us, Anderson, we are mentally prepared for this."

A skinny old man wearing a high hat and a blue scarf broke the rest of the silence, looking at Anderson and said.

Anderson touched his short chestnut hair, as if he was organizing words, he paused for a while before nodding:

"Master wants me to tell you that this time the operation of sealing the evil demons outside the territory, they are generally successful."

"The aftermath of several triggers is within the controllable range with the help of companions."

"It's just that there was an accident in the steel city."

"Steel Castle?"

"But the big industrial city near the border?"

All the people in the congregation shook together, remembering the nouns of this city, and recalling related materials of this city.

Anderson nodded and continued: "It's there, the master said that the seal node there is particularly fragile."

"It must be re-arranged."

"To re-arrange the formation, you must first destroy the original formation nodes...This will cause the power of the demon king to gush from there at that moment, causing catastrophic consequences for that area."

"Disastrous consequences? Like the last submarine earthquake?" The skinny old man thought of Anderson's first prophecy and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, but the intensity will vary greatly."

Anderson continued to nod his head with a look of fear and said: "The disaster I mentioned in the previous predictions is only the fluctuation caused by the Devil's struggle when the node was sealed."

"This time it will be its struggle."

"The master said...I'm afraid the Iron Fortress will cease to exist!"

An industrial city ceases to exist?

This is just a fight!

Isn’t that the power of a large-yield nuclear bomb?

No, if you only calculate the explosive equivalent, and only count as the absolute destruction area, I am afraid that no nuclear bomb can achieve this level with just one shot!

The full version of Big Ivan will not work either!

How can these high-levels recall the Iron Acropolis, this is a large city second only to Mosca in scale, with a large number of industrial production bases, which once met 1/3 of the engineering machinery capacity of the Polar Bear Empire that year ...Although it is now dilapidated.

The bottom line is still there.

I want to completely razed it to the ground, rather than simply creating a radiation zone. The polar bear country’s nuclear arsenal, many one-tenths, may not be possible!

It happened that the boy Anderson spoke so vowedly.

Such rhetoric!

Combining his identity and the previous few surprises to their predictions, there is also a time node when all extraordinary people have come during this period.

The Mosca executives found that at this moment, they had to believe what they said about the Anderson boy!

Because... they can't find other options at all!

No expert at all can make a scientific explanation for these things.

There was no other extraordinary person who jumped out to tell them different facts.

From the beginning, they had no choice!

I can only listen to what the boy Anderson said seriously, and then irritate or panic my embarrassing situation...

"Master reminds you to evacuate the residents of the Iron Fortress quickly to avoid being affected..."

The teenager Anderson said that there was a pause, and he saw that Mosca's senior management had recovered from the entanglement, and then he continued:

"In addition, in order to suppress the impact of the Demon King's counterattack as much as possible."

"We spent a lot of money, and invited the help of His Royal Highness Phoenix."

"But for the Temple of Phoenix to descend, even if it's just an incarnation... it takes a lot of time to prepare, but what we lack most now is time."

"and so!"

Anderson said this, pressing his left hand horizontally on his chest and saluting to Emperor Mosca:

"I certify as the son of Swaya, and guarantee the reputation of the night watchman. We hope to get your trust and help."

"Please help us complete the construction of the Summoning Phoenix Circle!"

"Of course, it is a matter of life and death for thousands of people. Our polar bear country is indispensable!"

After a high-level Mosca made his statement, his expression suddenly moved slightly, and his mouth opened in surprise:

"Wait, what did you just say, you... are you the son of Swaya?"

"Yes, I have the blood of my ancestor Svia!"

Anderson straightened his chest proudly.

Most of the rest of Mosca's senior management also came over, realizing what the name Swea and the organization name of Bright Night Watch means.

"Swea, is the ancient god of war in the myths and legends of my main ethnic group in Mosca!"

"This Anderson turned out to be a family inheritance from the ancient god of war?"

"Then he, isn't he a son of God of War in a sense?"

"The light watchman is an organization composed of gods and heroes who represent the bright side in mythology. It maintains a balance with the dark watchman and guards the world together."

"If Anderson didn't speak, it wouldn't be impossible for his background to come from here."

"After all, in myths and legends, it is really normal to record and worship the supernatural as a god."

"Not to mention that there is secondary processing."

"It's just that it's still a little weird. Who would have thought that this young man who looks a little second and arrogant would have such an extraordinary background!"

The top Mosca wanted to return, naturally they would not be so frank.

With expressions of awe, they discussed with the Anderson boy whom Xiao Yu had transformed how to help.

Xiao Yu was also not welcome, and as Anderson, he kept asking one by one.