Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 118 Hextech, Standing Tall on the Earth

The sky was filled with the deafening roar of artillery fire, as if it wanted to completely annihilate the raging fire that had fallen to earth.

Rothschild threw his head back and laughed wildly, his expression crazed and violent. "See that?!"

"The so-called divine punishment of heavenly fire is nothing more than this."

Before the words were even finished, a deafening explosion erupted!

Amidst a barrage of fire, several fighter jets exploded in mid-air!

The steel fuselage shattered into dust, and billowing flames burst forth in the sky, vanishing in an instant like shattered fireworks.

That blazing fire pierced through layers of artillery fire, trailing a tail of crimson gold flames dozens of meters long, and crashed down with the power to overturn mountains and rivers and annihilate heaven and earth!

The landing point was precise, right in front of the ruins of the Adriatic family!

Rumble—!

An unprecedentedly loud noise shook the entire city of Newcastle!

The earth trembled violently, and the hard ground was smashed by terrifying kinetic energy, creating layers upon layers of giant waves of rock and soil, like a tsunami, sweeping in all directions.

The terrifying shockwave transformed into a Category 2 hurricane, spreading wildly in all directions from the ruins as its center.

A fierce wind swept up sand, gravel, and ruins, soaring into the sky. Yellow dust filled the air, completely burying the ruins of the Edria mansion.

The ground cracked layer by layer, and the earth's veins trembled incessantly.

The trial platform collapsed with a crash, nearly breaking completely in two.

The blockade and military fortifications erected overnight were all twisted, collapsed, and leaning precariously.

Tens of thousands of people who had just been bowing their heads and kneeling in fear for their lives were shocked by the astonishing phenomenon and rose up in horror.

No one dared to look at Rothschild on the high platform anymore.

All eyes pierced through the swirling sand and dust, fixed fixed on the center of the ruins amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

Have angels descended?

A gentle breeze blew, scattering the yellow sand and dust that filled the sky.

The flames that had been burning on the Edlia family manor were extinguished by the shockwave.

Smoke curls from the ruins.

In front of the scorched earth, a huge, dark pit, tens of meters wide and bottomless, suddenly appeared.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire venue.

Those who witnessed this scene had only one question in their minds.

What exactly fell from the sky and created this deep crater?

A demon?

Or an angel?

next second.

A dull, heavy, and steady sound, carrying the sound of footsteps that crush all dust, echoed from the bottom of the dark pit.

Step by step, crystal clear, striking the earth, shaking the heart.

A ragged figure slowly emerged from the deep abyss.

His clothes were scorched and torn by the heavenly fire, and the upper body was completely burned away, revealing a strong and muscular body with sharp lines and well-defined muscles, surrounded by lingering high-temperature smoke.

He seemed to have emerged from molten flames, much like a demon emerging from lava.

The moment Rothschild saw that face clearly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints as he stood on the dilapidated platform, his body stiffened, and a terrified scream burst from his throat uncontrollably: "Hextech—!"

At that moment, he suddenly remembered a rumor circulating in the church.

The devil does not come from underground.

And it comes from the heavens.

Before the ruins.

Hextech's gaze swept across the area, and he clearly saw Anred lying on the platform, his limbs twisted and broken, in a pool of blood.

They also saw Calwyet, holding a long sword, ready to fight to the death and face his fate with equanimity.

His keen sense of smell also caught the nauseating stench of burnt protein from the ruins behind him, where countless victims had been burned alive.

Before them stood thousands of city garrison troops lined up, hundreds of Crusaders stood at attention with swords drawn, and dozens of high-ranking clergymen stood ready for battle.

Clearly, this was a slaughterhouse.

The scene was one of devastation and sorrow.

There was no fear, no emotion, in his dark eyes.

Only a desolate abyss can swallow up all the sins of the world.

Why did it turn out like this?

Hextech asked himself this question.

Nott told him on the plane that Muller had returned to Newcastle this morning.

His return was too sudden and unexpected.

One person alone completely overturned the entire city's situation.

As the heir to the prestigious Intair family, a top church noble family, Nott had exclusive access to information about political and church developments in London in advance.

He initially did not participate, nor did he want to drag the Intel family behind him into the mess. Personally, he strongly supported Hex's trial of the villain Rothschild and even secretly helped Hex a lot; otherwise, so many newspapers and media outlets would not have remained neutral.

He was full of anticipation, wanting to witness Hextech create a miracle.

But Müller's sudden return shattered all hope.

Something's not right.

Newt hesitated for half an hour, torn between whether or not to get completely involved in the internal conflict within Newcastle.

The Adriatic family simply did not have the resources to compete with the Tuttle family; their fate was already sealed.

After much deliberation, he finally decided to take Hex away from this deadly place and head to Ireland to escape the disaster.

He didn't want his friend to be killed; at least as long as someone is alive, there is hope.

After learning all this, Hex did not hesitate and immediately ordered the plane to turn back and return to Newcastle at full speed.

As the plane flew over Newcastle, he saw the Second District.

The once-prosperous Edria Estate was bombed, shelled, and engulfed in flames.

At that moment, he realized it was too late, and Hex jumped from the plane high in the sky.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally beforehand, when he actually stood on this scorched earth, a rage that came from his very bones and burned his heart still swept over him.

It's not just anger over the horrific massacre of the family that's taking place before our eyes.

It's not just about grieving for the wicked sitting on the judge's bench and the righteous being unjustly killed.

It's not just about regretting underestimating the enemy's bottom line and causing a major disaster.

A myriad of sorrows, anger, and regrets intertwined and solidified in his heart, forming a layer of cold, hard steel.

Saying more won't help.

Now, it's time for revenge!

Take revenge on the spot!

He sped up faster and faster, like a train carrying a whirlwind, charging towards the platform with all his might.

"Stop right there! Stop right there!"

Seeing his unwavering determination, Rothschild instantly recalled the night a few days ago when Hex had cornered him alone against a wall, making him crawl around like a stray dog.

The extreme humiliation and fear transformed into a frenzied rage.

His pupils flashed with a blinding, eerie blue light as he screamed hysterically.

"Take one more step forward, and I'll kill them right now!"

Hextech's pace didn't stop; it continued to advance steadily, refusing to yield an inch.

"Stop! I told you to stop!"

Rothschild panicked completely, his previous arrogance and domineering demeanor vanished, and his face turned extremely ugly.

He hated Hex the most. He put in the most effort to immediately block all rail and road routes leaving Newcastle, but he couldn't find Hex.

He seemed to have vanished into thin air.

However, sources say that Hex seems to have left Newcastle by plane with Newt of the Intair family.

He desperately wanted to shoot the plane down, but the Intel family was on board, and according to the principle that bishops are above the law for church families, he couldn't take action against the Intel family.

But it doesn't matter, he's already had people investigate and contacted friends in the Intaire family through family connections, asking them to force Newt to hand over Hextech. He doesn't believe Newt can protect Hextech forever.

However, before Rothschild could even approach Hex, Hex came to him first.

Moreover, it broke through all obstacles in such an exaggerated way, descending from the sky and appearing right in front of him.

His instinctive fear made him increasingly anxious and frantic.

He kept questioning why he should be afraid of a mere human being.

At this moment, he holds absolute power.

He was surrounded by several elite clergy members of the Tuttle family.

Three hundred loyal and battle-hardened Crusaders stood in formation to protect the city, and two full-fledged city defense legions were stationed there.

This force, deployed on the battlefield, can stop evil and suppress heresy and chaos. Why would they fear just one person?

In a moment of emotional turmoil, Rothschild struck again.

With a sharp crack, Kellwright's other arm was twisted off.

However, the old man clenched his teeth, his mouth full of blood, and endured the excruciating pain without uttering a single cry.

"Stop right there!" Rothschild screamed shrilly.

Finally, just a hundred meters from the trial platform, Hex suddenly stopped.