"Could the nobles who dared to attack the duchy really be from Constantinople?"
Inside the villa, half of which was reduced to ruins, on the collapsed bed, Count Sap, facing the raging flames overhead, grabbed an overcoat, put it on, and ran outside in a panic.
As I passed by, I caught a glimpse of a snow-covered arm peeking out from under the ruins, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.
That was one of the count's favorite mistresses, a young lady from a prestigious family, and especially her long legs wrapped around his waist—it must have felt incredibly comfortable.
Now that the beauty has passed away, how could he not be heartbroken? Therefore, he harbored even greater resentment towards the leader of the wolf cavalry.
So, Count Shap took out a magic scroll, released a tornado, cleared away the rubble that buried the woman, and revealed the mangled human figure underneath.
He lifted his foot and disdainfully kicked the woman, who was a mass of mangled flesh, away, revealing faint patterns on the blood-stained stone slab.
"boom!"
As if bombarded, the villa trembled, a sharp roar echoed outside, accompanied by the boom of a building collapsing, as if a layer had been scraped away and most of it had been dismantled, with flames burning everywhere!
Count Shap was stunned for a moment. He felt the scorching heat of the fire on his scalp and saw the magic tower being pierced by a beam of light and then collapsing with a crash!
That was the only magic tower in the wasteland, and it was destroyed. Rebuilding it would cost a fortune. This tragic scene made the count's face grim. He never expected that these bandits had high-level combat power and were able to destroy the magic tower!
"The military is a bunch of useless bastards! They can't even handle bandits, and I still have to donate money to them every year!"
Count Sap clenched his fists, his face flushed. He had just climbed off the beauty and was feeling weak. He was so angry that he trembled.
He leaned on a noble scepter, and as a sparse amount of magical energy was poured in, the end of the scepter pierced the stone slab, instantly spreading a layer of magical runes.
With a flick of his wrist, a "crack" sound came from the ground, like a key opening a treasure vault, and his figure disappeared into it.
Inside lies the secret of an armory.
In the dim light, countless bright lines spread across the surface, converging on the forbidden weapon at the center.
This is an alchemical cannon!
The jet-black cannon body is engraved with golden cloud patterns, giving it a solemn and domineering feel, like a dangerous and ferocious beast crouching down. Just sitting on the ground, it exudes an aura of pressure.
Beneath the cannon is a pale white base infused with rare mithril, forming a sturdy turret. As the armory is opened, the dim and broken magical runes shimmer with a layer of fluorescence.
"This is an alchemical cannon that once intimidated the Northern Allied Forces and served in the Duchy of Bailan for ten years!"
Count Sap's eyes lit up, and his face lit up with joy.
Fortunately, even though he embezzled some of the military funds, the alchemical cannon can still be used after maintenance.
This means that even if the invading bandits are extraordinary individuals who have embarked on the path to gold, they can at least be driven away by this single shot, if not killed instantly!
Beside the gun mount were spherical cannonballs containing rare magic crystals. Due to the confrontation with Constantine, the duchy had only allocated him three.
One shot is worth a magic crystal fragment, which translates to twenty gold wolves!
In an instant, he suppressed the bleeding pain in his heart and loaded the alchemical cannon with shells.
The base rose, and a layer of crystalline, transparent defense expanded. He was fully armored as magical runes spread out, and his cannon was aimed at the intruder being dragged by the giant of light and flame. With the help of the locking magic, he could even see the faint smile on the other party's face clearly.
Fuck your mother!
The count gritted his teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire with rage, his face contorted with fury as he looked at the other man's radiant smile. He was so angry he felt like his lungs would explode.
"call out"
The twin-winged serpent spear pierced the war god's body of the Flame Giant, and a layer of stone chains swept out, covering most of the battlefield. The applied gravity made the Flame Giant's movements stiff, and it was constantly being hit.
"Ahhh! You killed my colleague and invaded the territory of the duchy! You must die!"
Scarface, driven to a state of impotent rage, endured the most brutal beating in his most arrogant manner.
Xiao Han was not in a hurry to crush his opponent in one fell swoop. Instead, he used his demonic flames to devour the opponent's radiant body, absorb its potential, and refine it into his foundation at a ratio of 10:1.
So, the people of the wasteland are simple and honest. Every lord is warm, hospitable and approachable. Although there were some misunderstandings at the beginning, after a "friendly" exchange, these lords presented their specialties with flattery. Finally, with the lingering warmth of their ashes, they decided to go to Titan City with Xiao Han for a return visit.
"Judge's Gun! Fire! Fire!"
Inside the lord's villa, which was mostly destroyed, an alchemical cannon drew upon its accumulated immense power. As magical runes intertwined, a beam of light shot from its menacing muzzle, tearing through the sky like the holy spear of a fallen angel!
This light gun contained terrifying heat and kinetic energy, like a cannon fired from its barrel, shining with holy light as it fiercely attacked Xiao Han!
"This...this is a magic cannon! Your Highness, be careful!"
Radiance, who was scouting overhead, noticed the appearance of the alchemical cannon and alerted Xiao Han with a hint of panic in his voice.
Although His Highness the Demon King almost single-handedly routed the Wasteland, this powerful weapon capable of annihilating anything below the Gold rank is also a great threat to the Demon King!
"Um?"
Xiao Han was startled. He was locked onto by the alchemical cannon, and a powerful will transformed into a sword, tearing apart his vast spirit!
Aura locked!
Mind lock!
Thermal Lock!
This attack cannot be dodged!
Xiao Han's pupils contracted. The alchemical cannon fired a shot, and from the moment it left the barrel to the moment it hit him, it was only a blink of an eye!
"boom!"
Visualizing the armor formed by the flames of the Holy Angel, which withstood the penetrating power of the light gun, Xiao Han's chest still exploded into a cloud of blood mist, blasting out a fist-sized hole!
The rich and powerful blood energy flowed out like molten lava, exploding several large craters on the ground, demonstrating the terrifying power of the Demon King's blood energy.
"Not dead?!"
Count Sap exclaimed in surprise and anger, but he suppressed the fear and apprehension that arose in his heart and quickly loaded new shells.
It takes three breaths to load a single shell. Unfortunately, the efficiency of a single-barreled cannon is so low. If it were to fight against the Knights Alliance of the Demon King's Front, the cannons used would be new models with three-round, five-round, and nine-round bursts, and the shells would be loaded with rank magic. Not to mention that the base is mounted on a cruiser warship, specifically designed to bombard Gold-rank powerhouses.
"This guy is definitely going to die!"
Count Sap loaded the solid shot and prepared to fire the alchemical cannon!
"Clang!"
Countless wind blades struck the transparent magical defense, creating visible ripples.
Above, radiant light swirled around roaring wind blades, interfering with the firing of the alchemical cannon!
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