Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 43 Monster! This is a monster!

A dozen rune-infused projectiles, each carrying destructive power and trailing long flames, precisely struck the Black Iron Corpse King.

The flames from the explosion illuminated half of the city wall.

The shockwave dispersed a large portion of the surrounding black mist.

"Hit!"

A young demon tamer's face showed the joy of surviving a calamity.

But his smile quickly froze.

The flames died down.

The Black Iron Corpse King remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

There were only a few faint white marks on its body, which didn't even break its skin.

It slowly raised its head, its empty eye sockets scanning the crowd on the city wall.

Those two flames of soul had no emotions, only a pure thirst for flesh and blood.

"roar--!!!"

A superhuman roar exploded from its chest.

It moved.

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and his massive body transformed into a black afterimage, instantly traversing a hundred meters before crashing into the city wall.

The sturdy alloy walls are as fragile as paper in its presence.

It smashed through the wall, creating a huge hole, and plunged into the crowd.

The massacre began.

The dense barrage of bullets struck it, only sending up a series of feeble sparks.

An old man dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a peach wood sword, chanted incantations, which attracted a bolt of lightning as thick as a bowl to strike the Corpse King on the head.

The Corpse King merely swayed slightly, then with a backhand slap, he smashed the old Taoist priest, sword and all, into a pile of minced meat.

Another demon tamer, who was controlling a B-level evil spirit, had his evil spirit pounce on him when the Corpse King grabbed it, tore it in half like a rag, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it up.

Fear completely shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

"Monster! This is a monster!"

"Run! You can't stop us!"

The demon tamers began to flee, and the defense line collapsed instantly.

The Black Iron Corpse King is like a tireless meat grinder, ruthlessly reaping lives.

Li Zhen trembled as he looked at the hellish scene before him.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of anger and helplessness.

His team members, his most elite soldiers, are falling one by one.

He pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at the Corpse King's head, but could only leave a few insignificant white dots on its black, iron-like skin.

It’s over.

The west gate is about to fall.

If this monster were to break into the city, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Amidst this desperate chaos.

There were only two people standing there, motionless.

Lin Che and Su Hongyi.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier around them; whether it was stray bullets flying around or people scattering in all directions, they all automatically avoided them.

"My husband."

Su Hongyi tugged at Lin Che's sleeve, her small face tilted up, her beautiful phoenix eyes showing no fear.

She pointed at the Black Iron Corpse King, who was wreaking havoc, and wrinkled her small nose.

"That canned food looks so hard, it doesn't taste good."

Then, she pointed to the depths of the churning black mist behind the Corpse King.

"But the thing behind it—smells so good, so good."

Lin Che smiled.

He reached out and affectionately pinched Su Hongyi's nose.

"Don't rush, my little glutton."

"This appetizer is too hard; it'll hurt your teeth. Let me break it up for you."

"The Manchu Han Imperial Feast that follows is yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue light screen that only he could see popped up in front of Lin Che's eyes.

[Detected: A-rank Ghost General Black Iron Corpse King. This unit is the vanguard of the "Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts." Defeating it will grant a large amount of contribution points and has a chance to weaken the strength of subsequent ghost tides.]

[Spend 1000 Fear Points to exchange for the beginner-exclusive demon weapon: the "Demon Slayer" Tang Sword?]

"Exchange," Lin Che silently murmured to himself.

[Redeem successful!]

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Che's right palm sank.

A simple and ancient-looking Tang sword appeared out of nowhere.

The blade is long and straight, completely black, and does not reflect any light, as if it can absorb all light.

On the blade, there were extremely fine blood-red lines, like the blood vessels of a living creature, flowing slowly.

A chilling aura emanated from the blade.

"you----"

Li Zhen noticed the commotion and his pupils contracted when he saw the knife that suddenly appeared in Lin Che's hand.

He wanted to say something, but saw that Lin Che had already started walking.

Lin Che ignored everyone.

He gripped his knife and, step by step, went against the flow of fleeing people toward the rampaging Black Iron Corpse King.

His steps were not fast, but unusually steady.

The bustling battlefield seemed to become nothing more than a backdrop for him.

Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to him.

The fleeing demon tamer stopped in his tracks.

The desperate soldier raised his head.

They watched as the thin, student-like figure walked toward the invincible black demon.

crazy?

What does he want to do?

Are we going to our deaths?

The Black Iron Corpse King also noticed this tiny human who dared to approach it.

It stopped its slaughter, turned around, and two eerie green soul flames locked onto Lin Che.

It could sense a threat emanating from the black knife in the man's hand.

"roar!!!"

The Corpse King let out a ferocious roar, and with a stomp of its huge foot, the ground cracked. Like an out-of-control heavy truck, it charged wildly toward Lin Che.

A stench wafted towards us.

Everyone on the city wall had their hearts in their throats.

Faced with this terrifying charge capable of shattering everything.

Lin Che simply raised the knife in his hand slowly.

The black blade was aimed at the charging black god of death.

The wind stopped.

It didn't stop naturally; it was forced open by a more powerful airflow.

The stench stirred up by the Black Iron Corpse King's charge transformed into a visible shockwave that swept towards us.

The rubble on the city wall was blown about and flew everywhere, stinging people's faces.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes or shielded their faces with their arms.

Only Lin Che didn't have it.

He stood there, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his dark, tousled hair flying upwards, revealing a pair of eyes that were frighteningly calm.

In those eyes, the three-meter-tall black demon god was rapidly enlarging.

Nearly.

closer.

You could even smell the stench emanating from the other person, a mixture of rust and rotting flesh.

You can see the bulging muscles beneath its stratum corneum.

Li Zhen's heart was in his throat, and his hand was already gripping the signal pistol at his waist.

That was the last resort to requesting headquarters to provide orbital-class weapon coverage.

Once launched, the area around the West Gate, along with everyone in it, will be erased from the map.

But he can't use it until the very last moment.

Just as the Black Iron Corpse King's giant fist, powerful enough to crush a tank, was about to touch Lin Che's face.

Lin Che moved.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

The body was tilted to the left at an angle that no normal person could do.

The giant fist grazed his nose and whistled past.

The force of the punch made his cheek sting.

At the same time, Lin Che's "Demon Slayer" Tang sword drew a dark arc from bottom to top.

"clang--!

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A piercing clang of metal clashing.

Sparks flew everywhere.