What seemed like a basic fireball spell waspletely transformed by Wilbur''s power.
These fireballs were a few times bigger than regr fireballs. They were a deep red color, more powerful than heavy-duty cannon bullets that sent the defense soldiers screaming for their lives.
The me serpent cried out as it soared above everyone, and fireballs continued to explode in the city.
The people bolted their windows and doors shut, filled with terror.
Just like that, Wilbur reached the presidential building by massacring his way there.
Everyone stopped in front of the main doors, lighting up with excitement.
Tyrone was all the more touched.
He would never have expected to be standing here, ready to resume his power just two days after he had been locked up in the underground cer.
"Let''s take a look inside." Wilbur strode into the building.
Just then, the doors of the building flew open. A sea of people surged out, and Karl and the others got ready to attack at once.
Wilbur looked at the people calmly.
All of them had their weapons raised above their heads, falling to their knees at
once.
"We surrender!" the head soldiers shouted.
Wilbur smiled. Karl called out at once, "Disarm them!"
The church militia crowded over, taking the soldiers'' weapons, and holding them down.
"Where''s Milo Konos?" Karl asked loudly.
"Milo k-killed himself," the head soldiers stuttered.
Karl looked at Wilbur, who smiled. "Let''s go inside."
Wilbur strode into the building with everyone else following behind him, weaving their way over to the main office.
Miloy on the marble floor motionless in a pool of blood.
Karl nced at him. "He shot himself."
"Throw his body out, and clean this ce up," Wilbur frowned.
Members of the church militia came forward to pick up Milo''s body at once, wiping the floor clean of his blood.
Wilbur then looked at Tyrone, pointing at the desk in the office. "Take your seat, Mister President. You belong here."
"Thank you." Tyrone did not turn Wilbur down, inviting everyone else to sit as well before walking over to the desk.
He stroked the desk, grief filling his chest.
His entire family was dead, and it was hard to hide his grief even if he had be the president again.
"I understand how much grief you are in, Mister President. Losing your family is one of the most unbearable forms of pain. What you need to do now, however, is take control of the broadcast stations and other relevant departments. Regroup your army, and call for a live national announcement," Wilbur said.
Tyrone nodded, and Wilbur looked at Karl. "Help President Tyrone regain control of the broadcast stations and police forces for now. Reassure the people and make sure order is kept until President Tyrone calls for the announcement."
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Dawson and Cameron had a few men stay behind to protect Tyrone, before setting out with the rest of the church militia and the twenty thousand believers to the various departments.
All the departments in the presidential building had received orders as well, and each head of department was to report to the main office.
Once everything was settled, Wilbur turned to Tyrone. "You''re going to be very busy for a while, Mister President. I won''t be in your way."
"Your Holiness, would you mind staying here for the time being? We have many guest rooms here," Tyrone scrambled to say.
Wilbur smiled. "Sure. I''ll wait until you''ve got everything settled."
His words calmed Tyrone down greatly and gave him a huge confidence boost. Tyrone then let out a long sigh of relief.
Despite the fact that Milo and the others had been taken down, Terya was still in chaos and the people were still terrified.
Who knew if any dangers or changes mighte? Tyrone was not sure if he would be able to keep his position secure without Wilbur around.
"Should you prepare your statement too, Your Holiness?" Catherine piped up then.