Chapter 200 Violent Suppression
The air on the street seemed to be frozen, and the spirit-threaker protest team and the Mole Science Society's suppression force were at the critical point of confrontation.
The spirit suckers did not intend to hold a peaceful demonstration this time. Not only were there a large number of spirit suckers in the team, more than two hundred of them, they also formed a clear battle formation.
The leader is the leader of the spirit suckers in purple robes, floating in mid-air with his eyes slightly closed, as if he is concentrating on preparing to cast psychic spells.
Behind him, spiritual sucker warriors in gray robes were closely arranged. They were floating in the air one by one, with their hands stretched forward, like warriors ready to launch a psychic shock at any time.
On the ground, some foot warriors of the enslaved race formed a tight defense line, holding spear-like spiritual weapons and staring vigilantly at the Administration operators ahead.
Among the teams of those enslaved races, there are also several gray dwarf warriors carrying crossbows. Although they are cold weapons, the runes on them show that these crossbow arrows have powerful spiritual destructive power. It's enough to break down the mental defenses of ordinary people.
The entire protest team is not only well-equipped, but also large enough in number, and is obviously ready to fight with the administration.
The slogans of protest echoed in the air, with a sense of oppression.
“Dictators of the Authority, we will no longer be silent! You must lift the restrictions on the Ilicid Empire, lift the discriminatory treaty restrictions on our civilization, and open up the Borderlands and many parts of the New World. Trading Port.
If you don't listen to our opinions, we will take corresponding protest measures, and the empire's [Nautilus spacecraft] and thousands of servant race troops will blast away the various transmission restrictions you have set up at the border! ! ! ”
The purple-robed spirit sucker leader used spiritual links to directly spread the message to the surrounding protesters and citizens. With such strong spiritual power, ordinary people could not help but feel a splitting headache, like an invisible... The storm enveloped the entire neighborhood.
The civilized people of various races in the New World who wanted to watch the excitement were disturbed by the spiritual messages of the spiritual suckers.
The spiritual suckers were miserable. The spiritual shock they spread was like an invisible sound wave, sweeping through the streets layer by layer. The strong mental shock made many onlookers who had joined in the fun feel dizzy, and the discomfort spread quickly to both sides of the street. Many people who had been standing leisurely watching the show began to cover their heads and frown, and some even couldn't help but start vomiting
They originally just wanted to see the confrontation between the administration and the protesters, but they never expected that the terrifying oppression that the conflict was about to erupt would already envelope the entire neighborhood.
“These lunatics won’t even let go of melon eaters!”
A Talen businessman cursed, covered his head, turned around and hurried to a safe area in the distance Evacuate.
Several followers behind him followed closely, their faces full of pain.
The surrounding civilized people of various races in the New World who originally wanted to have fun were disturbed by their spiritual messages, and they all felt uncomfortable, and some even became dizzy.
Most people like to have fun, not be the fun.
On the streets, people of all races began to complain about the indiscriminate psychic impact of the mind suckers, and at the same time desperately retreated beyond the border of the conflict site, trying to stay away from the center of the impending storm.
The doors of many shops have been slammed shut, and the iron protective doors made a clanging sound.
The people inside began to pack up their valuables, and some people even evacuated quickly through secret passages.
Amidst the chaos, the once noisy streets gradually became empty, with only the roars of the spiritual suckers and the indifference of the management personnel.
Most of the onlookers have already retreated from here. Of course, this land has never lacked creatures that only want to have fun at the expense of their lives.
There are several strangely dressed penguins crawling on the top of the rooftop with strange cameras. They are staring at the conflict site below like war reporters, their eyes shining with excitement.
The conflict between the Mindtheater and the Authority is about to break out.
Many people know that once fighting breaks out, this area will soon be reduced to ruins.
However, destruction and creation - these are the normal conditions of the new world.
With the birth of the [Golden Tree], the modifier economy has completely changed the speed and method of building reconstruction.
Today, the reconstruction of buildings is thousands of times faster than in the past.
Many plane businessmen have taken a fancy to this market and opened their own "Quick Construction Company" to specialize in contracting post-disaster reconstruction projects.
In this area of New York, municipal urban building repairs have long been outsourced to these fast construction companies. As long as they have government approval and sufficient funds, they can rebuild any style of building within a few days. It is simply Stunning.
Whether it is classical architecture, Gothic architecture, Baroque architecture, Terra modernism, postmodernism, punk architecture, biomechanical style...
No matter what the style, Speed Company makes it easy.
The New World of Terra, dominated by New York, has therefore become eccentric, especially in places close to the city center or trading hubs of multi-ethnic civilizations, where the architectural styles are rich and diverse, making it dazzling.
Some buildings are like spiers reaching into the sky, with exterior walls covered with complex Gothic carvings and heavy shadows, like relics extracted from the ancient past; while those next to them are It is a punk-style factory-style building, with pipes and steam equipment hanging on the outer wall. The whole building seems to be alive, making a "buzzing" mechanical sound from time to time.
A little further away, there is a biomechanical building. The entire building looks like it is made of giant insect shells. The walls are covered with pulsating patterns that look like living creatures, with a strange vitality. .
Compared with these strange-shaped buildings, the buildings in the Authority headquarters area near Hell's Kitchen are relatively restrained and normal.
Those buildings are towering, full of order and simple lines, obviously to maintain the authority's majestic and impartial image.
However, if you take a few more steps outside and beyond the scope of influence of the Administration, you can see all kinds of bizarre buildings appearing one after another.
New York has become a testing ground for architectural styles, where the building codes of yesteryear seem ridiculous and pale.
And this abnormal architectural trend is rapidly spreading from the New York City in the New World to various abnormal states in the Edici Federation.
Many planes and cities have also followed suit, and some have even spread to the major hubs of Normal State and Terra.
This architectural trend has gradually broken away from the original regulations and has become uncontrollable.
Many forces have a wait-and-see attitude towards this trend, and for some violent law enforcement agencies that only focus on destruction, this trend allows them to infinitely raise the upper limit of the destruction threshold of their violent law enforcement.
At this moment, in the shadows of the buildings and narrow alleys on both sides of the street, several heavy [steel-cast behemoths-soul tanks] have quietly been put in place, ready for battle.
The huge composite adamantine armor covers the entire shell of the tank. The armor surface is wrapped by a self-healing energy-resistant layer, exuding a cold metallic luster.
At the front of each tank is a huge "Destroyer" with a thick and long barrel, pointing straight into the distance, and can fire a round of deadly fire coverage at any time.
Two Crusher mortars were installed on the sides of the tank, aiming at the center of the protest team.
The people controlling these steel behemoths are the black-robed operators of the Mole Science Society. They wear black combat robes and goggles, and are skillfully debugging the tank's combat system.
Not far away, ten [Basilisk Artillery] have also been quietly arranged outside the scene.
Each artillery piece stood on a hidden commanding height like a war giant, with its barrel pointed directly at the protest site.
The coating at the end of the barrel reflects faint light, and the gunners precisely adjust the angle of the muzzle to ensure that each shell hits the target.
The black-robed operators concentrated on operating the artillery's ammunition loading system, and their fingers quickly operated on the semi-automatic ammunition loading system.
After loading, they waited for the firing order from the mole at any time through the encrypted communication channel.
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In the two opposing camps, the Priest of Steel Seal and Special Operator Mole——Rich Robert stared coldly at the spirit in front of him. Leader of the Absorbers, that cold metal voice broke the silence of this moment:
"Azaz Malkoun, this is your last chance."
"Disarm, take your people, leave here immediately, remember - you can only go through the legal channels of the New Alliance Negotiation."
His eyes were cold, and the mechanical fingers of his right hand were gently closed. The blue energy shimmered on his fingertips, like a mechanical beast that could explode at any time.
The group of spirit suckers in front stood neatly in three rows. There were hundreds of spirit suckers floating in the air, and everyone's eyes glowed with a cold light.
Wearing dark purple robes, the open tentacles on their smooth, eyeless heads swayed gently. The air around them was filled with faint mental shock waves, like an invisible weight hanging over the entire neighborhood.
The leader, Azaz Malkoun, was suspended at the front, his tentacles spread out, and a deep spiritual voice echoed in everyone's minds:
"Your so-called law controls the mind of the mind sucker. Limitation of capabilities is a suppression of our culture!”
“We refuse to surrender and compromise!”
As they protested, the black-robed officers of the Administration exploded. The arrow gun was gradually raised, with a hint of coldness and vigilance in his eyes.
The eyes of the operators in the front row behind their shields were fixed on the soul suckers, their fingers tightly pressed on the triggers.
The operators in the back row have already adjusted the shooting angle, and as soon as the command is issued, the firepower of the Administration will pour down.
Rich Robert spoke again, with obvious anger and long-repressed violence:
"You have violated the special abilities of the alien races established by the New Alliance and the Kingdom of Heaven. Control Law, Law for the Coexistence of Humans and Abnormal Races, Law for the Management of Out-of-Control Abilities of Different Races, Law for the Prevention of Social Harm of Different Races, and Law for the Prevention of Social Hazards of Different Races.”
Mole’s tone was cold, with unconcealed anger. and cold.
“As a new world law enforcement unit, the Authority has the right to isolate, imprison or expel you - if an incident of racial violence occurs, the Authority will conduct a strict investigation on the parties involved and take necessary measures Sanctions to eliminate potential sources of social harm”
The Mole continued, his voice low and oppressive:
“Now, leave here and don’t provoke the Authority’s bottom line. This is Terra, not the Illishid country of your mind-threats.
Here, your moral and legal concepts must obey the rules and regulations. You must know that allowing a dangerous race like yours to walk in the new world is already a huge act of kindness and concession.
If you kick your nose and face again..."
"Hahaha————"
Before he finished speaking, the leader of the spirit suckers, Azaz Malkorn, suddenly sneered, and then erupted into a burst of arrogant spiritual shock, which almost made the air around him distort.
The voice of his soul struck the consciousness of everyone present like thunder:
"Benevolence? Hahaha! With the Kingdom of Heaven behind you, all of you with deformed diseases have strange The inferior goods with hoof organs have the illusion that they can be equal to us?
I tell you, inferior goods, even your fourth sword-wielding man, when he sees the great mastermind of our Ilicid Empire, I don't even dare to be so arrogant..."
His words stopped abruptly, because just before Assaz finished his last sentence, a sharp cold light flashed in Mole's eyes, and he did not hesitate. He hesitantly took off the glove on his right mechanical arm, revealing the shining mechanical palm.
Without any hesitation, he raised his right hand high, and the energy accumulated in his palm instantly erupted into a terrifying beam of light, aiming directly at Azaz's chest.
Buzz——
The beam pierced the air and turned into a blazing lightning, rushing towards Azaz with unstoppable force.
The leader of the spirit suckers had not yet reacted, his facial expression froze for an instant, and his eyes showed incredible astonishment, but his fighting instinct allowed him to quickly expand his spiritual stance - an invisible barrier instantly appeared in front of him formed in an attempt to block this fatal attack.
Boom!
The beam instantly hit Asaz's mental barrier. The violent energy impact caused the barrier to break almost instantly. The beam continued unabated and directly hit his chest, sending him flying out and slamming into the building behind him. among things.
The walls of the building collapsed under this terrifying force, making a loud noise and scattering dust.
"How dare you..."
Asaz's figure was completely buried in the ruins, and a faint groan came from the ruins.
At this moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and exploded.
Just as the moles launched their attack, the mind-thlayers' response was swift and fierce.
Seeing the leader being blown away, there was a commotion in the team of spirit suckers. Some of the spirit suckers suddenly burst out, sending out sharp psychic fluctuations.
They were floating in mid-air, with tentacles spread out, surging with powerful spiritual energy. The air around them seemed to become thicker, as if the entire space was distorted and oppressed by their spiritual power.
"The lackeys of the Administration! You will pay the price for this!"
A mind sucker roared and launched a psychic attack, which spread instantly, trying to interfere with the consciousness of the agents of the Administration. .
[Group·Mind blast! ! ! ]
Click——
Click——
The psychic blast shield raised by the operator in the front row lit up instantly, and the blue light barrier blocked the psychic impact, but Cracks also appeared on the surface of the shield.
"Everyone is in combat mode!" Mole ordered calmly, his voice not loud but clear and powerful.
The battle broke out in an instant.
Following the attack signal sent by the mole, the Administration operators in the front row opened fire first. The sharp sound of bolt guns tore through the air, and the rain of energy bullets shot mercilessly at those in front. The spirit sucker.
Those soul suckers who were slower to react were the first to bear the brunt. As soon as a glimmer of light emerged from the mental barrier, the high-energy bullet of the bolter was instantly penetrated and blasted directly into their heads.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
"Boom!"
A bolter shell accurately hit the head of a spirit sucker. As soon as the spirit sucker's tentacles were raised, before his consciousness could react, his whole head was like a being. It exploded like a punctured balloon, brains and blood splashed out, and the body fell helplessly to the ground.
The battle instantly escalated into a fight of blood and fire.
More soul suckers let out ear-piercing psychic screams in mid-air, and the fluctuating psychic energy surged toward the defense line of the management personnel like giant waves.
The air becomes distorted under their power, and their psychic attacks pierce into the consciousness of the operators like invisible sharp blades, trying to destroy their defenses.
"Maintain the formation!"
The Mole roared, controlling his mechanical arm, once again accumulating deadly beam energy in his palm, while calling for fire support from the rear.
The [Basilisk Artillery] in the back row responded to the order almost instantly. Ten huge artillery fires were fired simultaneously. The explosion sounded loudly, and the artillery shells streaked across the sky with burning tail flames, accurately Smash into the ranks of the spirit suckers.
The ground was torn apart, and the shock wave generated by the huge explosion tore the bodies of several spirit suckers into pieces, with broken limbs and broken arms flying everywhere, making the scene a bloody mess.
A spirit sucker was blown away in the explosion, his tentacles were torn, and his body was almost broken into two pieces. The screams echoed in the air.
But even so, he still tried to use his spiritual power to control the battlefield, but before he could take a spiritual stance, the next bolter shell pierced his chest directly, and his body fell down like a broken rag doll.
At the same time, the gray dwarves, the enslaved race of the mind-drainers, raised the rune arrows in their hands. The runes shone strangely on the surface of the arrows, and the sound of the bow strings tightening filled the air. When the ball was passed, they fired a dense rain of arrows at the administration's defense line without hesitation. These arrows contain magical power, causing a violent explosion almost as soon as they come into contact with the explosion-proof shield.
Boom! ! !
Boom! ! !
"Ah hiss~"
Several operators were caught off guard and were knocked several meters away, falling into a pool of blood and groaning.
A few painful groans passed through the fire and explosions, but their support team responded quickly. The heavy-armed operators rushed forward against the explosions and intensive attacks of rune arrows, raising their psychic explosion shields. Forming a circle, they instantly protected their fallen comrades.
"Quick, medical thaumaturgy!" a heavily armed operator shouted.
The nearby medical operators immediately followed up, the Authority's standard magic wand in their hands flashed with soft light, and the green healing light sprinkled on the fallen operators, wrapping their broken wounds and quickly stopping the bleeding. and relieve pain.
Under their cover, the injured operators were quickly moved to the rear and withdrawn from the battle.
At the same time, on the other side, the enslaving legion of spirit suckers lurked, and the violent demonized orcs roared like a moving wall of flesh, waving huge battle axes and charging towards them. to the Authority's line of defense.
The orc's eyes were red, full of madness and desire to kill. The battle ax slashed through the air, and the wind pressure it brought even shook the air.
"Hold on!" A heavy-armed operator roared, and his voice was transmitted to the entire team through the communicator.
The heavy-armed operators in the front row quickly raised their psychic blast shields. The steel-like formation was like an impregnable barrier, facing the violent impact of the orcs.
The huge battle ax struck the explosion-proof shield, causing the arms of the operators behind the shield to go numb, but they did not flinch at all, and their steps were as solid as nails on the ground.
"Fire!" The sniper operators in the back row have already locked onto the target.
Bang, bang, bang, bang—
Bang, bang, bang—
The bolters let out a deadly scream at the same time, and bullets poured forward like raindrops, accurately Shoot at the rampaging demonized orcs.
An orc was about to swing his battle ax to attack again, but in mid-air, several high-energy bolters hit his head and torso directly.
In an instant, huge force tore him apart, blood and flesh splattered, stumps and broken arms scattered on the battlefield, and blood sprinkled all over the ground.
Seeing this, another demonized orc roared and waved his battle ax, trying to split the administration's defense line.
However, as soon as he took a few steps, the guards on both sides reacted quickly and took out their chain swords. With a low "sizzling" sound of activation, the blades of the chainswords It bit into the orc's body instantly.
The iron-toothed blade rotated rapidly, and the demonized orc was unable to resist it. His body was instantly cut into pieces, blood and minced meat splashed around, and he fell into a pool of blood.
Feeling that the crisis was approaching, the mind suckers launched more ferocious psychic attacks.
Invisible mental shock waves hit the management staff like huge waves, and a harsh scream could be heard faintly in the air. Several operators could not bear the intensity of the mental attack. They covered their heads in pain and fell to their knees, with extreme pain on their faces.
But more operators gritted their teeth and withstood the psychic impact, and the fire support from the back row never stopped.
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
Bang bang bang bang! ! !
Wave after wave of bolt shells poured out. Several soul suckers were unable to dodge in the air and were directly torn apart by the hail of bullets. Their flesh and blood exploded in the air along with the light of fire.
“The back-line auxiliary operator releases the magic of slowness!”
Priest Steel Seal’s roar resounded throughout the battlefield. At the same time, he raised the steel arm in his right hand and directly smashed the head of an approaching orc. After being blasted to pieces, he took out his modified bolt gun with his left hand and shot at the enemies in front who were trying to tear up the front line. With the roar of "chuchuchu", the heads of those enemies were split one after another.
The auxiliary operators responded quickly. They also raised the standard magic wand of the Administration and combined with the resources of the peripheral genealogy think tank [Adam] to assist.
Powerful EVE particles surged, and a large number of slow thaumaturgy began to impact the mental barrier of the spirit sucker.
Click--
Click--
Click--
Slow Thaumaturgy bursts out a faint blue light in the air, tightly binding the spirit sucker in mid-air. , as if being pulled by invisible ropes, the spirit suckers were forcibly dragged down from mid-air.
"Special operators, press on, harvest!"
Priest Steel Seal gave the order, and the special operators acted quickly.
They held miniature bolters in their left hands and chain swords in their right hands. They formed a three-by-three formation and marched like a precision-operated machine.
As soon as the spirit suckers who were dragged down struggled to get up, they were accurately hit by the special operator's bolt gun. Then the chain sword was swung, with blood and flesh flying, and the body of the spirit suckers was torn apart. into pieces.
The battle has entered a fierce stage. The streets are filled with explosions and fighting. Blood and fire are intertwined. Corpses are piled up like mountains. Blood stains the ground in the entire area. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder and the smell of death. odor.
At this moment, the battlefield showed a one-sided massacre, and the black-robed officers of the Administration showed amazing combat qualities.
The well-trained operators moved with precision and coordination, and the bolters and chainswords worked perfectly together to create a complete massacre.
The Illithid and their enslaved race had no idea that the Administration would launch a sudden attack without warning, quickly and violently without any hesitation.
Their preset negotiation and pressure strategies collapsed instantly, leaving only the baptism of blood and fire.
The streets were littered with corpses. The mind-theaters fell in a pool of blood. Some were directly blown to pieces by bolt bombs, their heads were blown open, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.
The conceited spirit suckers were unable to fight back under this fire suppression, and most of them had been violently suppressed.
The enslaved demonized orcs were turned into cold corpses under the efficient firepower and chain swords of the guards.
Less than one tenth of the surviving spirit suckers and enslaved races.
At this moment, Azaz Malkoun, the leader of the mind-drainers who was buried in the ruins, finally struggled to climb out of the ruins of the building. Covered in mess, he looked up at the battlefield with eyes in his eyes. It is anger and despair that cannot be concealed.
The only thing that caught his eyes was the image of the troops who had once been loyal to him being mercilessly slaughtered by the Administration. Blood was everywhere, and screams were mixed with the explosions.
"How dare you...!" Azaz's mind-expanding voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and shock.
"How dare you!" His voice instantly rose an octave, with a sharp friction sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard, and ripples appeared in the surrounding air.
"Damn inferior human beings!!!"
"You are blaspheming against the Ilishid Empire! Trampling on the dignity of the great mastermind!!"
In the midst of this crazy roar, his trembling hands reached into his arms and took out a mysterious device that shimmered with blue-purple light - a perfect and seamless cube.
Each side is about 3 feet long, so smooth that there seems to be no gaps, emitting strong psychic energy fluctuations.
This is the anti-racial weapon of the [Elicid Empire] - the [Thought-Destroying Cube].
[Thought-Destroying Cube] is a high-level mind-arcane fusion device developed by the mind-draining civilization. It is specially used to instantly destroy creatures in a large area without causing any physical damage to the environment or buildings. .
Its structure relies on the powerful psychic abilities of the spirit sucker combined with arcane technology. It can release powerful spiritual energy in a devastating way, specifically targeting living creatures, weakening or completely destroying the spirit of creatures. and consciousness.
The cube releases a powerful psychic blast field through the amplification of the psychic energy of the mind sucker, covering a wide area in a very short time.
The cube can only be activated by a mind drainer or a creature with psionic powers.
The activator infuses psychic consciousness into the cube, which immediately begins to accumulate energy.
Once the energy storage is completed, the cube releases a powerful thought wave, forming a mental shock field in an instant.
This impact field will spread rapidly, covering a minimum diameter of about 6,000 meters.
It can also automatically distinguish between friends and foes through telepathy. The activator can also control its attack target through [Psychic Link] to avoid causing harm to allies.
Because this blast field only affects the spirit and soul of creatures and does not cause damage to any physical structures (such as buildings, weapons or items), this makes it very important to the civilization of the mind-theater. In conquests and invasions, it became a precise and efficient killing tool.
Moreover, it can not only instantly trigger a "mind-killing wave" in a wide range, but can also adjust its attack mode to focus on a single target or a high-intensity psychic blast wave within a cone-shaped range.
Even high-level transcendent beings in the universe will be paralyzed, comatose, or even die due to this powerful mental shock if they are not careful.
Currently, the energy-charged strike range of the cube in the hands of the leader of the Soul-Drainers is 9,000 meters.
Assaz's fingers lightly touched the cube, and the blue-violet light spread from its edges and gathered in the center.
The beam of light is like lightning, quickly forming a complex runic grid on the surface of the cube. The flickering energy network is like a huge web of death, gradually spreading out, brewing some kind of indescribable evil. Mental strength.
"I want you all to apologize for blaspheming the glory of the empire!"
Asaz's voice was filled with madness and anger, and the [Thought of Death Cube] in his hand emitted an increasingly dazzling blue-purple light, like a A star about to explode.
The rune grid wanders on the surface of the cube, flashing with chilling power fluctuations.
[Thought of Death Cube·Start——]
[Strike Mode: Thought of Death Wave! 】
[Start to attack the frame——]
The cube began to move as if it had been given life, and the blue-purple energy vortex slowly gathered in the center of the cube.
Azaz raised the cube high, preparing to release this fatal blow and destroy everything in front of him without hesitation.
However, at this critical moment, a hand accurately held down his raised arm.
The palm seemed light, but it contained irresistible power. It instantly suppressed his activated arm and forcefully pressed down the cube in his hand.
"What——?"
Asaz turned his head in shock, his eyes touching a young man with blond hair and golden eyes.
The young man's golden hair shimmered slightly in the sun, his eyes revealed a chilling light, and his handsome face had a gentle smile.
The fourth sword holder of the Kingdom of Heaven...
Although the other party's smile was as gentle as the spring breeze, Azaz only felt that he was thrown into the ice cave and could not move.
At the same time, a [Mobius strip] with an ∞ symbol appeared on the surface of the cube, firmly sealing this terrifying weapon of the Soul-sucker Empire.
"Yeah, yeah," the blond young man smiled, his voice gentle but full of sarcasm, "This thing looks quite dangerous, how could it be brought to the new world casually? Dear international friends... Oh, No, it should be called foreign friends."
There was a relaxed tone in his tone, as if he was teasing a tourist who accidentally brought contraband.
Asaz was shocked by this sudden change, and fear spread in his heart.
He turned his head tremblingly and looked at Xia Xiu, feeling an invisible sense of oppression covering his whole body.
He tried to resist, but he couldn't even speak at the moment.
Xia Xiu glanced down at him, still maintaining that warm smile.
"According to regulations, you will be punished for bringing such dangerous things."
His voice was so gentle that it was almost terrifying, but in Asaz's ears, every word sounded like It's a death knell for the soul.
“You just said,” Xia Xiu paused deliberately, as if recalling Azaz’s words, “Even I must maintain awe and respect for your great mastermind, right?”< br>
Azaz's face instantly turned pale.
"Then I will give you some special psychic communication skills according to the way of your spiritual suckers."
"There is a special psychic technique among us humans. , people usually like to call it - the Great Memory Restoration Technique."
The voice of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven became deeper and deeper, with a decisive chill in his tone.
"The first stage of this technique is..."
"Break limbs."
The blond young man said it in an understatement, as if it was an ordinary thing said casually.
Then, with an expression of disgust, he released his hand holding Asaz's arm.
While letting go, the purple-gold incarnation emerged from Xia Xiu's body, like a god descending into the world.
Assaz wanted to resist, but the next second, a huge gravity instantly enveloped him, as if there were several mountains pressing on him.
He didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was directly crushed to the ground. He knelt at the feet of the fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven, unable to move his body at all.
The purple-gold incarnation gradually expanded, shrouding Azaz like an irresistible shadow.
He desperately wanted to pray, but couldn't make a sound. Fear overwhelmed him like a tide.
This is different from what we planned before, those guys from the committee! ! !
Moving his wrist, [Sisyphus] has arrived in front of Azaz, the spirit sucker.
No...
Crack! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)