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Chapter 566: The Arrogance and Prejudice of the Throne Knight

According to later legends on the Internet, some carbon-based creatures can withstand a full magazine of 7.62-caliber bullets without dying, and even have enough energy to eat two takeouts that slide in.

Anyway, Wang Yunxiao had never seen such a thing.

Under the direct fire of the Liuyun rifle, the running wolves were instantly thrown to the ground, with heavy casualties.

This scene is hard not to remind people of the record in history textbooks about 8,000 cavalrymen charging and being defeated by the foreign rifle team.

Yan Yu'an picked up the pen and wrote quickly. Explosive packs with lit fuses appeared out of thin air in the center of the wolf pack, exploding with a loud bang, and corpse fragments flew everywhere.

The expression of the pretentious knight sitting on the bone throne changed slightly.

He had not expected that this bone would be so hard to chew. Even with his deliberate calculations, he still could not cause them any effective damage. When they formed an array and launched a counterattack, invisible pressure suddenly spread.

This is just a peripheral organization of the Secret Service!
People who have never personally fought against the formation of the palace soldiers always have a lucky mentality, thinking that these seemingly insignificant soldiers are not as powerful as they are boasted to be, and that they can do it too.

The truly strong ones always fight alone, and only the weak will choose to stick together for warmth.

People who hold this kind of lucky mentality will most likely subconsciously ignore the objective fact that every palace soldier is a cultivator.

To be honest, it is difficult for those who have truly fought against the palace soldiers' formation and tasted the pain of it to survive and tell everyone the truth.

When you think this bone is a bit hard to chew, it is probably too late. Because the opponent has already controlled the situation, the captains of each team can free up their hands and show their true abilities.

Just when he was still thinking "Damn Shen Zhidong needs to pay more", a red light instantly illuminated the entire hell.

Strictly speaking, this cannot be considered real hell, but a fragment of the hell dimension bestowed by the Lord of Hell to the Throne Knight, which is equivalent to the knight's personal fiefdom.

How successful your business is depends entirely on your personal talent and hard work.

If a certain Miss Li were to do it, she would probably have completed all three levels of technology in a few months.

This throne knight was obviously a traditional conservative player. When he found that the attack of his Blood Wolf army had been thwarted and he was still wondering whether he could use his numerical advantage to consume the ammunition carried by these palace soldiers, Ito Hideaki had already launched a counterattack.

The fatal sense of crisis gripped the throne knight's heart. He had no time to think and pulled out a bone sword from behind the throne to block himself, but it was too late.

The greatsword only blocked the oncoming sword force, but at this time Ito Hideaki had changed his tactics, and the sharp sword light turned into a flowing shadow and directly pierced through the chest of the Throne Knight.

He is not good at the art of chopping people with big blows, although it looks cool and it is fun to chop people. But Fuso's samurai sword is not a weapon suitable for chopping.

People in later generations, influenced by movies, TV shows and animation, will naturally put all kinds of filters on this kind of thing.

In fact, only the users themselves know clearly that no matter how great the boasting of this or that thing is, it is actually useless.

The only core of Fuso Kendo is "speed!" I can win if I can draw my sword faster than you.

The throne knight roared and stood up, his body beginning to expand rapidly.

Although he could not dodge the knife, as long as he revealed his true form, the damage from the knife would only be a slight scratch on his skin.

But at this time, Wang Yunxiao also arrived.

In front of the throne knight who had revealed his true form as a giant, his figure was as small as a sparrow.

The throne knight slapped him nonchalantly, trying to crush him to the ground.

However, he felt a sharp pain in his palm. The bullet fired from the Liuyun rifle easily pierced through his palm.

"Not worth mentioning."

The Throne Knight showed a scornful smile on his face. No matter how powerful the Secret Service's magic-breaking bullets were, they were insignificant to his gigantic body.

It's time to end this game and squash these bugs!
He opened his five fingers and clenched them suddenly, and the whole world suddenly shrank.

This is a fragment of the hell dimension that belongs to him alone. In other words, he is the god of this world, and the rules of the entire dimension are controlled by him.

However, at this moment, the Yellow Turban warrior in Yan Yu'an's team suddenly roared, and his body swelled up.

With his hands raised to the sky and his feet on the ground, when his whole body merged into this world, the rules here also stabilized, and no matter how the Knight of the Throne operated, he remained motionless.

"That's impossible! This is my territory!"

The Knight on the Throne looked in surprise at the giant in the formation of palace soldiers, who was not that tall compared to himself now. This made no sense at all. How could he usurp the authority of his territory?

"You may be new to Tianmen and don't know us well enough, but we have hunted many demons like you."

Yan Yu'an wrote quickly while talking to himself calmly.

The Knight on the Throne did not hear his voice. The trump card he just played was seen through by the other party on the spot, and an inexplicable sense of crisis once again surged into his heart.

Perhaps what Duke Tartarus said makes sense. We should not try to defeat these special forces affiliated with national departments head-on, but should make use of Hell's own advantages...

But the sense of superiority brought about by the expansion of power makes it difficult for people to calm down and think calmly.

At this time, he saw the annoying fly appear again and once again stubbornly pointed the gun at himself.

"A meaningless struggle..."

Pfft——!
With a gunshot, the Throne Knight's right eye exploded on the spot.

Wang Yunxiao jumped down from the high ground with extremely agile movements, avoiding the sword that was slashing at him by the angry giant.

The strange mountain collapsed behind him, raising clouds of dust, but it could not keep up with his speed.

He calmly reloaded.

Without Huo Qingyang's ability, his own army formation could not exert the terrifying power of a punch that caused mountains to collapse and the earth to split. Facing a giant several dozen feet tall, ordinary moves were really meaningless.

However, the damage caused by the Flowing Cloud Rifle cannot be repaired by traditional hell magic.

Perhaps for today's giants, it is just like being pricked by a needle and is insignificant.

But who says acupuncture can’t kill people?

The hellish aura with endless malice was frantically corroding Wang Yunxiao's brain, dragging his mind into the bottomless abyss. Fortunately, the resistance brought by the palace soldiers' formation offset it, otherwise he would fall into the frenzy of fighting and could not extricate himself.

When fighting against demons, physical damage is always just superficial.

Wang Yunxiao leaned forward to avoid the sword's swing, then turned around and aimed at the Throne Knight's other eye again.

(End of this chapter)