Chapter 550 (1/2)

At the same time, Somewhere unknown.

In a room like a stone castle, the stove is burning, and the sign of an eagle with wings is holding the wreath under his feet, and a character number ”卍” is still shining in the fire.

The third empire was defeated, but not everyone died on the battlefield.

Moustache shot himself and died in his bunker. Some people, however, still have hope for the country. They fled and hid.

A man with glasses is at his desk. In this chilly office, his fingers are like sticks.

But he still skillfully signed the documents and approved the opinions.

Moustache is dead. He is now the new head of the Empire. At this time, his choice is to keep warm with the nine headed snakes who have lost their red skeletons.

Then see if we can find a way to spend the winter.

The sound of military boots reverberated in the corridor, and a short man came into the office, his head covered with a purple mask, like a decoration on a lamp.

But now no one can look down on him any more.

Because in the rumor, it was he who killed the red skull and killed Schmidt with the help of SSR and the captain of the United States, relying on the betrayal information that hurt others and himself.

However, no one has any evidence. Even if the old red skeleton's loyalties are no longer strong, they can't defeat Baron ZEMO by mere imagination.

”100000 soldiers, do you know what you're talking about? We still have 200000 troops, but you need half of them now to carry out a secret mission... Baron, you are testing my patience. ”

Young ZEMO is covered by a mask, and he can't see any expression of him, but in his tone, he seems to have been prepared.

He put a wooden box on his desk and opened the lid to show the glasses man what was inside.

”You happen to be a patient man, sir Himmler. This is our luck...”

the box is full of flat stones the size of chess pieces. At first glance, they are dark, but by the reflection of the fire, you can see that they are not flat.

Some symbols like bird's claws are carefully carved on these stones.

”God, this is...” Himmler stood up, as if trying to see better what was in the box.

ZEMO takes a piece out of the box and puts it in his hand so that he can see enough of it.

”Yes, sir. It's a legend.”

Himmler adjusted his glasses and looked at the pebble carefully: ”yes, the code from the epic ADA should be matched with a space access point in the scripture record... Otherwise, these runes alone will not work.”

ZEMO took the rune returned by Himmler, put it in a small box and covered it. His hood looked red in the fire.

”Just now I talked about luck, because I just found a space access point...”

Himmler had never been less than collecting mystical objects for moustache before. At this time, he could be regarded as an expert. After hearing ZEMO's reply, he immediately understood what it meant.

He sat back in his chair, hardly hesitating, and grabbed the telephone from the desk.

”Mobilize the troops, gather 100000 armed SS, and begin immediately, ready to accept the command of Baron Helmut ZEMO.”

With that, he put down the phone and looked at the man in front of him. The new Baron ZEMO was too young, but more shrewd than his father.

There was a flash of fire on Himmler's round glasses, as if seeing some hope.

”Baron, I give you the army you want, but you know... What does that mean?”

ZEMO raised a hand and clenched his fist in front of him. He swore allegiance to his motherland in the way of Hydra.

”Of course... Long live Germany!”

the place where the fire was burning was full of howls, and a thin and shriveled figure squatted on his throne, watching the souls of his eternal kingdom suffer endless suffering.

The flames of hell flow into these souls, burning them into a giant bubble, and after the bubbles burst, there will always be new bubbles.

The crackling sound was like rhythmic music. He was shaking his head. The symphony always made him happy.

”Your Majesty, your letter.”

A round monster, like a meatball, leaped over several lava streams and, sweating, handed a piece of parchment in his hand to the man on the throne.

”Fool, this is not a letter! This is a contract. Let me have a look at it? It's interesting...

the king scolded his subordinates in a sharp voice. He put a mass of lava on the fool's head and let him roll around, but he soon focused on the letter.

He thought for a moment, and there was a smile on his red face.”Assemble the destruction maids and give them the army. I need these Bauer little bitches to do something for me.”

The rolling devil got up and fled to the distance.

”Yes, my majesty.”

The world tree is on fire

In the dark palace, there are only two figures in the empty room.

The woman leans on the throne, while the man with long hair stands under the steps.