Italy and Turkey, the two countries that bore the brunt.
The ancient cities had been reduced to ruins under the bombardment. In just one night, the attacks here rivaled those suffered by countries mired in war for more than a decade. Every city had been reduced to rubble, everything shattered.
Charred wreckage littered the broken streets. The remains of Ultron Robots lay everywhere, their scarlet electronic eyes long extinguished.
The standing army from Latveria, at dawn
Meng Fei walked out, dressed in a casual pale-green jacket. As she walked, the natural sway of her body sent layers of pretty folds rippling through the fabric.
"You unfilial son! If not for Noble Consort Yi, you would probably have been torn apart by five horses long ago!" County Princess Qingying said, pointing a finger at her son's forehead.
For some inexplicable reason, after hearing that sound, he felt a little like laughing, though he had been angry just a moment before.
"The four men were all extremely burly and looked ferocious. The moment Liu Da saw them, he was so frightened that he hurried to flee. He had barely begun to turn when one of the men grabbed him, and they hauled him away just like that!" Ming answered.
On this side of the television, An Ran stared at the screen in utter shock. Her palms were already coated in sweat, wet and sticky and terribly uncomfortable.
"How do you know? Who gave you that confidence?" Feng Yanran was thoroughly annoyed. She wondered why the other woman simply would not get angry. Why was she always the one getting angry?
"The late Prince Wujiang was right. In a Daoist sect like the Qinglian Sect, many disciples wished to live in seclusion. Once the court took over their sect, it would be a