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Chapter 241 The Collapsed Mulonicqin, The Battle Of The Eagles 【3/5 For Automatic Subscription】

"Om! Om~ Om~ Om..."

The low tune gradually becomes passionate and desolate.

It seems to be full of the soldiers' fearlessness in battle, and also full of sorrow for death.

So Fia snuggled up beside Ulysses, listening to this epic song~, her eyes were blurred.

"Game of Thrones .....is so-addictive."

Ulysses sighed with a smile.

However, Helen Ti on the side frowned, and asked Ulysses in a low voice.

"There seems to be something wrong with the man playing the mulonic."

Helenti noticed the strangeness of John Kepler, but how could Yule, who was the closest to the other party and also the conductor of this performance, not notice it.

The speed of the other party's performance was obviously faster, not only that, the tune gradually became sharper, like the hysterical mourning of a dying person.

Yule stared at the other party, but John seemed to be completely invisible, still pulling the strings frantically on his own.

"Buzz!"

There is no doubt that this is not the opponent's mistake, but.....intentional!

Although Yule had a good relationship with the other party, but at the moment he really wanted to kill John.

Not only because the other party offended his own field, but more importantly, the other party left flaws that could not be concealed for such a perfect concert.

This made Yule, who had already regarded this concert as a way for the Volgograd Art University to become famous, completely furious in his heart.

But in order for the performance to go on smoothly, facing the cello team behind, it is the conductor, increasing the overall tone.

However, the sudden change finally made some audience members feel that something was wrong.

In the crowd, Lawrence clenched his teeth. He was sure at this moment that John was sending him some news.

Thinking of my previous problems in the background...

"Does he want to tell me when the Prouker Empire declared war?"

Lawrence's eyes widened, staring fixedly at John on the stage. When the other party saw that Lawrence had discovered him, the hand pulling the strings at this moment worked a little harder, and his eyes were full of determination.

"When? What do you want to say to me?" Lawrence murmured anxiously in his heart. At this moment, his buttocks were raised a little involuntarily, and he stood up from his seat with a half-bowed body.

He opened his mouth, made a mouth shape, and silently asked Lawrence on the stage.

"A month?"

John clenched his teeth, and the strings in his hand almost pulled out the phantom.

"Buzz!"

Lawrence turned pale, and asked silently again: "Half a month?"

John's hands were almost convulsed at this moment, and the Mulonich in his arms had begun to make a difficult sound of being overwhelmed, but he still didn't care, his whole body was shaking violently, like a madman.

Yule Yorton's complexion has become completely ugly, and he can't suppress it anymore. This concert is destined to leave flaws.

Both of Lawrence's legs were trembling. At this moment, many audience members had already noticed the abnormality of the scene. Following John's direction, they saw Lawrence half bent.

The latter looked at John, who was almost crazy at the moment, and the performance had completely stopped at this moment, and only John Kepler was still chaotic and sharp on the stage, pulling the strings like a piece of wood.

Several men in Prouker uniforms had already rushed towards each other.

Lawrence opened his mouth, eyes full of horror, and asked silently to John on the stage.

"today?!"

John nodded imperceptibly, and the strings in his hands were pulling frantically as if urging the other party again.

Lawrence staggered and ran outside in panic, followed by Mulonich's finally overwhelmed screams.

"bump!"

A clear breaking sound came, as if it was a signal, the strings began to break one after another.

Lawrence didn't even care about the etiquette, and bid farewell to Ulysses, walking faster and faster at the moment, until finally he ran out desperately.

"I thought he would be a smart guy, but it's a pity."

When he heard the report from Diss behind him that Lawrence had left in a hurry, Ulysses immediately understood the reason, shook his head slightly, and looked at John who had been controlled on the stage.

At this moment, the other party's face was pale, as if his soul had been sucked out, and he stared blankly at the collapsed Mulonich at his feet.

On the side, Yule gritted his teeth and questioned, but the other party did not respond at all.

"Father of the nation, do you want me to have that Lawrence under control?"

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Ulysses shook his head, the disdain flickering in his eyes.

"Commander Mike's Western Ocean Fleet must have arrived at the western coastal defense line of the Gruberni Empire. It doesn't make any sense to stop it or not."

Yule Jotun also walked off the stage at this moment, and came to Ulysses with a face of shame, while Skye looked at Ulysses nervously.

"Father of the nation, this incident was my mistake. I really didn't expect John Kepler to suddenly go crazy. I..."

Ulysses shook his head with a smile, interrupting the remorse.

"Mr. Yule, this matter has nothing to do with you. It's okay. Without that John, the rest of the people just play again. Let's finish playing this last song."

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Seeing Skye's grateful eyes, Ulysses smiled slightly, knowing that tonight he can start a three-way war with Skye again.

In the Academy Theater of the Volgograd University of Arts, the Game of Thrones tunes soon resumed playing, and Ulysses enjoyed everything contentedly.

On the other side, Lawrence, who hurriedly ran out of the academy theater, immediately returned to his residence, and quickly wrote a sentence on a note.

"War has come!"

Stuffing the note into the wooden tube on the leg of the Gruberny mountain eagle he raised, Lawrence nervously begged the other party to feed a piece of meat to the mountain eagle.

"Atim, everything depends on you, you must send the news back quickly."

"Crash!"

Looking at the mountain eagle flying directly out of the window, Lawrence looked up at the already dark sky. Under the bright moon at this moment, Atim's figure was so clear.

However, just at the last moment, Lawrence was still praying for the blessing of the ancestors of the Gruberni Empire, so that the letter could be sent back as soon as possible.

In the bright moon, a huge shadow appeared, and quickly rushed towards Atim with spread wings.

Lawrence's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Camberusos Snow Eagle?! How could there be one here?!"

The shrill cries sounded in the sky, and the Prouker Empire has not yet formally started a war.

However, above the sky, the Snow Eagle of Campbellusos has launched a tragic pursuit of the Gruberny Mountain Eagle.

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