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The space that had just calmed down was shattered once again by an explosion.

The already crumbling outer wall of the construction site crumbled into rubble with a loud bang.

A group of people, whose upper bodies were covered in high-tech bulletproof armor with cross inscriptions, but whose lower bodies were covered in tactical trousers and military boots, rushed in.

Each of them even carried a longsword with burning special oil on their back, while holding an automatic rifle in their hands.

Before the dust had settled, the dark gun barrels had already locked onto all the creatures present.

Not only Ivy and the man-eating flower, who are considered outcasts, but also Old John, who is kneeling on the ground praying, and the members of the hardware gang are included in the scope of the crackdown.

The lead knight removed his full-face helmet, which included a breathing mask, revealing a scarred face, and announced:

"A source of Hellish contamination has been detected. All carbon-based life forms within a 500-meter radius of this location have been identified as corrupted. In accordance with the holy decree, a three-level purification procedure will be executed."

Although he talked about purification, the safety on his assault rifle was already off, which was not a negotiating gesture.

When the knight commander's gaze swept over the kneeling workers and the strange plants, and finally settled on Xiu En, who had just calmed down and whose body had not yet completely lost its light, his eyes froze.

Xiu En was casually brushing the dust off his trench coat when he looked up. His eyes, which seemed to be cast from the finest gold, were devoid of any human emotion.

This should have been a divine scene.

But in the eyes of this fanatical believer, who was deeply brainwashed by the orthodox teachings of St. Dumas, this was the most vicious mockery of hell.

He raised the longsword in his hand, and flames erupted from the blade due to some special mechanism, pointing it directly at Xiu En's excessively bright face.

"I've seen through you! You cunning devil!"

The knight commander roared in a voice loud enough to drown out the wind on the construction site.

"How dare you desecrate the purest light! You deceive the world with this false, alchemical, and filthy disguise. That's the corrupted golden light only Lucifer would use. Pretending to be an angel cannot hide the sulfurous stench in your soul. Prepare to die, heretic!"

The scene was very embarrassing.

Bill cautiously raised his head to look at his overseer, then at the loud-mouthed so-called knight, and then very devoutly picked up a half-broken red brick from the ground.

Xiu En's response was a sigh.

"Listen, this cosplay enthusiast from the Middle Ages."

Xiu En's tone revealed a sense of exhaustion.

"First of all, I didn't smell sulfur, but I did smell cheap engine oil on you. Secondly, Wayne Enterprises just paid a high price for this concrete floor. If you spilled blood or bullet casings in it, this would be a serious case of property damage. Wayne Enterprises' legal department charges by the second."

He took a step forward.

"Fire!"

The knight commander didn't want to hear any explanations; in his eyes, any words from the devil were temptations.

"Beat him into a sieve, then burn him a hundred times with holy fire!"

The burst of gunfire arrived as expected.

But even louder than the gunshots were the dense clanging of metal.

That was the clanging sound of a bullet striking some kind of invisible barrier.

Those high-speed brass bullets that were supposed to pierce through the human body seemed to all betray them the moment they entered the 10-meter radius around Xiu En.

They hovered in mid-air, trembling joyfully, and then, like a swarm of bees that had found their true home, they rushed to cling to Xiu'en's body and began to liquefy and merge.

"Hmm, the copper content is good."

Xiu En casually grabbed a handful of popcorn from the air, like grabbing a handful of popcorn from someone else's plate, and squeezed it tightly with his five fingers.

A dozen or so still-spinning bullets were kneaded into a steaming metal ball.

He opened his mouth and took a bite in front of the stunned knights.

"It smells like machine oil from an assembly line."

Shuen spat out a somewhat tangible bullet casing and gave the knight commander, who had forgotten all about killing, a benevolent smile.

"Seriously, you came all this way just to bring me this little bit of snacks? Your plate armor looks like it has a decent iron content."

"God!"

Bill suddenly jumped up, holding a brick.

"This is divine grace! All metals submit to our Lord! This is the true God of Steel!"

With the first one taking the lead, the group of thugs completely lost their minds. In their simplistic logic, if even bullets couldn't hurt their boss, and if the boss could even eat bullets, then what were these melee weapons?

Ivy sat in a flowerpot, idly swatting a reconnaissance drone that tried to fly over with her vines.

"It's very noisy. And the so-called purifying flame smell emanating from these people is very unfriendly to plants."

Xiu En stretched his shoulders, and the bullets that had just been absorbed by his body turned into a thin layer of golden liquid that flowed all over his body, eventually condensing on his fist into a kind of exaggerated brass knuckles.

"Perfect timing. I had some indigestion earlier, and now I need some vigorous exercise to help with digestion."

He looked at the knight commander's trembling sword, which he hadn't yet lowered.

"Furthermore, since you say I'm faking it... then I'll show you what real exploitation is."

Because in Xiu En's metallic vision, this was not a knightly order, but clearly more than a hundred sets of high-quality special alloy steel walking suits.

Paul had never seen such an arrogant devil.

Even the demon king of hell, when faced with the judgment of Saint Duma, would at least show fear of the sacred fire, or cover it up with lies, instead of openly drooling over the holy armor of the cult like this luminous being before him.

"This is the last chance! Heretic!"

The knight commander gripped the slightly reddened greatsword tightly, striving to maintain the dignity of a fanatic.

"Kneel down! This is a royal decree!"

"Give me a break, this guy talks like he's shouting in all capital letters."

Shuen interrupted his recitation of the scriptures, his right hand making a casual grasping motion in the air.

After all, his lungs were already starting to hurt, so he didn't care if they hurt a little more. Xiu En ignored the pain in his lungs and focused all his energy on mobilizing the metal element.

"I'm not interested in how much you bend your knees. By the way, that button on your shirt is loose."

As his voice fell

Before Paul could react, the alloy breastplate buckle on his chest, which was reinforced with triple alchemy and theoretically could withstand direct RPG fire, flew off.

Then, it was like toppling the first domino.

"Bouncing, bouncing, bouncing!"

The continuous cracking of metal echoed in the narrow underground space, even more intense than the gunshots from before.

Xiu En's eyes were like molten gold, and the absolute control that the Gengxin metal energy from Shao Hao's bloodline had over this ordinary metal revealed its most shameless side.

The twenty-odd paladins present felt a chill on their bodies almost simultaneously.

Shoulder pads, chest armor, arm armor, tactical belts, and even metal reinforcement plates on boots...

All the metal parts seemed to come alive and try to escape their owner, drawing silver streaks in the air as they rushed toward the single source of light.

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