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Chapter 453 Lament (4K)

broken.

The brighter the cowboy spirit's smile, the more solemn the expressions of the people in the clock tower became.

【Manor Guard】, as a consumable skill scroll, previously appeared in Dr. Noah's special mission in the Otherworld Tower, where it was used to whip away the invisible fetus god in front of other players' action cameras.

This shows that even among perfect and epic-quality items, their mystery and priority are among the highest.

[Extremely painful]

Soul Stripping Technique

[Soul-tearing and soul-severing]

Various spells, whether beams of light or phantom images of evil spirits, were hurled at the cowboy's spirit, but all the attacks passed right through it.

"You got to move, You got to move~"

Accompanied by faint, melodious music, the cowboy spirit headed straight for a black clock tower sorcerer.

'I knew it!'

The black mage named Richard felt a deep sense of grief and indignation; his grandfather's generation had come to London.
The novel also features CRP (Conservative Received Pronunciation), with a pure aristocratic British accent, yet it still ends up being the first target.

Snapped!
The cowboy spirit lashed Richard's chest with the leather whip it held.

The excruciating pain, striking straight to the soul, instantly exceeded the limits of human sensory endurance, causing his eyes to roll back, foam at the mouth, and him to stumble backward and fall to the ground, emitting unintelligible screams.

"Hooray, oh oh oh oh—"

Even as Richard's consciousness waned and his muscles became paralyzed, a series of gurgling sounds came from his pants.

As a result, in addition to solemnity, fear immediately settled on the faces of everyone in the clock tower.

If he were to slip out in such a globally watched setting, his superhuman career would be over.
Perhaps knowing she was the next target, another female mage of mixed Indian and Black descent, Parvati, opened a portal and fled hundreds of meters away.

However.
The cowboy spirit raised an eyebrow, its lips seemingly uttering the words, "Trying to escape?"
The whip in his hand suddenly extended to more than 500 meters, piercing through the buildings blocking the way, and the tip of the whip precisely struck Parvati on the back as she tried to turn and run away, sending her flying.

Gypsies? Draw!

Jews? Smoke!
Eastern Europeans? Smash!
Italian? Smash!

The six-armed snake demon doesn't seem human? Never mind, I'll still beat it!
The cowboy spirit seemed to cherish this last chance to appear, and according to some implicit standard, he gave it his all, whipping the whip six times per second until the tip of the whip was smoking.

Although this whipping caused no physical damage, the extreme pain was enough to interrupt the spellcasting of these mages, causing them to suffer a backlash of magical power.

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Nicholas, the only one who hadn't been whipped, had beads of cold sweat on his forehead. His ancestors were all purebred British nobles, the Union Jack of Old London who had followed Cromwell into the country. He had never mixed with black blood.

Even by the strictest one-drop-of-blood principle, he is not considered a person of color and is not subject to racial discrimination by white people.

With only two seconds left to summon, the cowboy spirit seemed to realize this as well, staring at Nicholas with an involuntary furrowing of his brow.

Just when Nikolai thought he had escaped with his life.
The cowboy spirit pulled out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and put them on.

Everything in the world, including Nikolai, was shrouded in black. The cowboy spirit smiled and, in the last second before disappearing, lashed out with his whip, striking Nikolai in the chest.

Tapping.

Nikolai staggered back several steps, feeling as if his soul was about to leave his body, even though he was carrying an item that could strengthen his soul and increase his willpower.

Even worse
[Time Freeze] A large-scale spell that requires focused guidance. As the mages' consciousness dissipated, the time gel also vanished into thin air.

Li Sheng's vision suddenly cleared. He swung out his bat grappling hook, drifting close to the ground, narrowly avoiding all the magical beams that were accelerating as the spacetime gel dissipated.

At the same time, a black dragon phantom appeared above his head, using the black dragon acid from the dragon's breath to corrode and melt the shimmering, giant hands that were slapping at him from both sides—the fifth-circle shaping spell, "Hand of Bigby."

We can't let the ants get out.

Nikola's pupils involuntarily contracted. The invisible wall that Möbius had just released, trapping the young men and women at the nightclub entrance, was actually a spatial anchor that could hinder the teleportation and displacement skills of non-friendly units.

Once the ants are allowed to break free, a single elbow strike at the speed of light would be enough to tear the city apart, causing hundreds of thousands of casualties.

From a certain perspective, the other party was actually too kind by not choosing to fight to the death right away but instead giving them a chance to negotiate.

"Feel sorry."

Nikolai murmured softly, then without hesitation gripped his staff with both hands, plunged it into his abdomen, and twisted it forcefully, exhausting a huge amount of his spiritual energy.

The [Plane Exile] spell he just cast is still on cooldown because it was interrupted by the cowboy spirit. Therefore, the spell he is casting now is called [Gaia's Imprisonment].

Click!

The concrete floor suddenly cracked open, and the rock strata bulged upwards, firmly clamping Li Sheng's lower body.

This is not just a physical constraint, but also a temporary seal on teleportation skills such as Light Speed ​​Elbow Strike and [Familiar Swap].

Without hesitation, Li Sheng threw out the electronic pet egg and simultaneously released the [Mist Concealment Technique], summoning a thick fog to shroud the streets.

But before the mist could fully dissipate, the six-armed serpent demon moved. It used a spell-like talent to teleport in front of Li Sheng.

The snake demon's upper body was that of an exceptionally tall and alluring woman, with her vital parts covered in green snake scales. Each of her six arms held a blade, and she wore bracelets and jewelry on her wrists and neck.

Its lower body is a thick, long snake-like body comparable to that of a Titanoboa.

In terms of physical strength alone, it is no less than the White Horse Tombstone.

Sudden!
The snake demon's thick, long body tightly bound Li Sheng's waist, constricting it with all its might.

As the fog thickened, the last scene captured by the street intersection's surveillance cameras was the Serpent Demon wielding six contracted demonic blades forged in the abyss, aiming for Li Sheng's neck.

puff puff-

The sound of flesh being cut and blood splattering came clearly from the thick fog, drowning out the torrential rain.

Crimson blood flowed from the thick fog and disappeared into the sewers. Gradually, all movement ceased.

until
Snapped.

A huge serpent head was flung out of the thick fog, tumbling and crashing into the roadside stone steps, its dull eyes still holding traces of terror and despair.

"no need to say sorry."

Li Sheng's calm voice rang out.
Not only the snake demon's head, but also the second and third unseeing human heads were thrown out of the thick fog and rolled to Nicholas's feet.

Those were the heads of British MI6 agents.

Nikolai's pupils trembled. Ignoring drug resistance and side effects, he smashed the glass bottle of the mana potion and stuffed it into his abdominal wound.

He quickly recovered his spiritual power and unleashed a whirlwind spell and a light spell to dispel the thick fog. As the fog cleared, Li Sheng, now over three meters tall in his insect form, stood on the serpent demon's mangled body in a non-human manner.

The bloodstains on the mantis bone blades on both sides of the arm were washed away by the rain, and the thin and tough metallized bone blades trembled slightly, emitting an ethereal sound like a handpan.

Beside Li Sheng was Gray Rain, carrying the skull-crushing power hammer. She had taken advantage of a gap in the fog to slip into the ground that had been opened up by Gaia's Imprisonment, and fell directly into the subway platform below, where she found the MI6 agents who were hiding with Sarah Thompson.

Perhaps the British authorities were certain that the Secret Service operated openly and rarely engaged in assassinations.

This group of agents was led by a player who was less than level 14, and was suddenly struck in the spine by Gray Rain with a hammer, which detonated the fragmentation grenade he was carrying.

"this is for you."

Gray Rain grabbed Sarah Thompson by the hair as she screamed in terror and struggled, broke off her limbs, handed her to Li Sheng, and threw her into the automated warehouse.

As for herself, she did so in front of the surveillance cameras and the people at the clock tower.

They picked up the last surviving MI6 agent, Arthur, and with a grin, tore him apart along the middle of his body.

slam-la-

Internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the howling stopped abruptly.

Despite having experienced so much in the scripted missions, even personally wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Nikolai was now feeling a chill run through his body and a shiver of nausea.

Behind Nicholas, the black mage named Richard struggled to his feet and asked in a trembling voice, "Why?"

Arthur is not a player, but an ordinary special agent who was unfortunately caught up in the incident while following orders from his superiors.

The question was too naive for Li Sheng to answer. He casually flicked his mantis-arm bone blade, shaking off the filthy blood.

Scalding hot air was expelled from the breathing holes in its neck.

Gray Rain, on the other hand, had plenty of free time. Currently, she was equipped with numerous CPU chips and was at the peak of her intelligence.

He chuckled and said to the monks at the Bell Tower, "Why? First, when someone picks up a gun first, he has to be prepared to be killed by someone else."

Secondly, this is a question that the black slaves who were trafficked across the ocean by Britain in the 17th century also wanted to ask.

Native Americans who were systematically massacred in the 18th century also wanted to ask this question.

The Australian Aborigines who were culturally exterminated in the 19th century, the Indians and Irish who starved to death in famine, and the Chinese who were colonized and invaded also want to ask this question.

Since your consistent answer has been that whoever is stronger is right, and whoever is stronger represents civilization, then my answer now is also that.

The loud noise interrupted the conversation. Möbius and the swarm of machines fell from the sky at the same time, crashing heavily onto the street like meteorites.

Boom! !
The ground collapsed, and the cement road cracked like a spider web.

Möbius was pale, his right hand was split open at the base of his thumb, and his left shoulder was missing.

The large group of machines was also in bad shape, covered in wounds, with diesel fuel and blood constantly spurting from their wounds.

[Mobius urinates at London waterworks]

[Mobius secretly used up all the free views of Hohenheim's Sugar Core vlog]

[Mobius downloaded Sina Weibo and used it to disparage Kun Kun and the Teens in Times group in the Super Topic]

Even at this point, the prosthetic eyes of the mechanical swarm were still dutifully projecting absurd and nonsensical AI-generated videos.

Möbius was already numb to it. He glanced at Li Sheng and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You really are willing to spend a lot."

Within his vision, several faint lights shone simultaneously from inside the massive mechanical swarm.

Each glimmer of light represented a high-quality consumable skill scroll—over the past four days, Li Sheng had used a large sum of money transferred from Binary Tree, Blood Lion Roar, and others, along with all the savings from Starforging Anvil and customer deposits, and even took out numerous small loans, to buy scrolls.

Scrolls specifically targeting the spellcasting abilities of the Bell Tower Guild.

[Area-of-effect spell suppression movement barrier], [Shield], [Arcane Counterspell], [Higher Magic Protection], [Black King Bar], [Mage's Enemy], [Universal Control Cancellation].
All effects, regardless of cost, were superimposed on the mechanical horde, making it impossible for Möbius, who had the home-field advantage and the high-level equipment he had obtained from the clock tower, to break through the barrier after a long siege—the magic suppression barrier was too disgusting, not only weakening him but also suppressing Nikolai and the others below.

hum!
Engines roared within the massive mechanical swarm, while the chimney-shaped vector nozzles at its rear spewed flames, propelling it forward with explosive speed.

Möbius swung his sword behind him, cutting open a portal, and disappeared into it, appearing three kilometers to the south, across the Thames River at the London Eye Ferris wheel.

Three kilometers is a distance that can be covered in an instant for a superhuman being of this level.

The large swarm of machines equipped with hover engines nimbly changed direction, chasing after them again with trails of flame.

Möbius stood above the London Eye and took a deep breath of the damp, cold air.

In London, there are not only clock towers, but also dozens of other local guilds of all sizes.

However, all these guilds were hiding at this moment, unwilling to participate in the battle, even the Hellfire Superpower Club, which had the strongest overall strength and was led by a Lv35 powerhouse—

The club's headquarters were located in the basement of the Fabric nightclub. MI6 deliberately placed Sarah Thompson's detention facility in a hotel adjacent to the Fabric nightclub.

It's not necessarily a case of harboring the intention to shift blame and share the burden when things go wrong.

However, the Hellfire Superpower Club completely ignored this and resolutely stayed out of it, preferring to watch the aftermath of the battle between the mechanical horde affect their headquarters.

"Indeed, relying on yourself is worse than relying on anyone else."

Möbius muttered to himself, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

At this very moment, the players watching the battle unfold in London through surveillance cameras and near-Earth orbit satellites have no idea that Ant has spared no expense in frantically building up a war behemoth with maxed-out magic resistance.

They didn't realize that the Bell Tower was hesitant to act rashly, constantly on guard against a lightning-fast elbow strike from an ant.

All those players will see is that the Clock Tower, a large and prestigious guild, was actually defeated by a mere Lv21 player and sent to London, publicly humiliated.

With Hohenheim absent, Möbius was the primary person responsible for maintaining the bell tower.

He took a deep breath, and without further hesitation, plunged the rapier in his hand into the London Eye below.

This Ferris wheel is not only a landmark of London, but also part of the clock tower's defensive array.

Shila-

A dazzling beam of light shot out from the clock tower headquarters of the Royal Observatory in Greenwich, seven kilometers away, piercing into the view of London.

Möbius's hair moved without wind, and he floated up, slowly drawing a longsword made of pure light from the London Eye with his only remaining right arm.

Its name is Britannia.

Möbius's eyes blazed with light, his skin slowly peeling away in patches. He swung his sword sharply towards the charging horde from the north, unleashing a spell without a utterance—

Dragon! Break! Slash!
(End of this chapter)