Armor: Expelled and transformed into armor in front of the entire school

"On the battlefield, it doesn't matter what methods you use; whoever wins is king!" Lu Fa said calmly.

Xu Tingfei sighed, "Tell me first, what do you want me to do?"

"You have no right to negotiate with me, you just need to answer."

"To do it, or not to do it?"

Xu Tingfei thought to himself, "I'll agree first, and then discuss it with Duanmu and the others after I get out."

“Okay, I agree,” he nodded.

"This has to be done voluntarily by you. Close your eyes."

Lu Fa heard Xu Tingfei's inner thoughts and chuckled inwardly.

The Earthlings are indeed cunning, but they are no match for him.

Xu Tingfei hesitated for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.

Lu Fa stretched out his hand, and five strange orbs of light of different colors rushed into Xu Tingfei's head.

"Ugh... Ah!" He clutched his head in pain, struggled for a moment, and then collapsed to the ground.

The door opened, and 'Xiaofei's father' walked in alone.

"General, why don't you hack him yourself?"

"The armor summoners possess powerful abilities; the only way to break through their willpower is to create a weakness in them."

"Only then will my shielding be effective."

"Blocked? I see. No wonder they wanted me to make an appearance."

"Hahahaha—" He suddenly burst into wild laughter, and his body underwent a dramatic change.

"Safinta, your acting is pretty good. You can rival Balu," Lufa teased.

"How is Duanmu Yan?"

Shafenta reported, "Duanmu Yan and Captain Anmixiu are chatting."

"An Mixiu?"

Chapter 42 The newspapers all say he is the Netherworld Demon Killing Machine

"Yes, my name is An Mixiu, you can just call me Xiao An."

Duanmu Yan nodded and said, "My name is Duanmu Yan, just call me...Duanmu."

“Duanmu Yan? Duanmu Yan…” An Mixiu murmured the name.

The person who saved him last time, the Nava Armor Summoner.

The Netherworld Demon Killing Machine that Balu talks about all the time?

My thoughts drifted back to a few days ago.

Balu was instructed by Lufa to persuade Anmishiu to rejoin the team.

"Captain An, aren't you planning to rejoin the team?"

"Baru, stop talking nonsense," Anmishiu laughed. "I've been on Earth for so long, I'm already used to this kind of peaceful life."

"I don't want to go back to those days of fighting and killing every day."

He didn't want war, and he didn't want to see innocent people lose their families and lives because of war.

A thousand years ago, his hands were already stained with the blood of countless people.

He didn't like it at all; it was all because the general forced him to.

Balu's eyes darkened; it seemed he wouldn't be able to defeat him without some real skill.

"Sigh, Captain, you don't want us to hurt humans."

"Do you want to watch humans wipe us all out?"

what?

Anmishiu frowned and said, "Balu, what do you mean? Explain yourself, who wants to wipe us out?"

Balu was secretly delighted; there was hope!

He adjusted his voice, his tone choked with emotion.

"Captain, do you know how many brothers we have left?"

"How...how much?" An Miu asked, swallowing hard.

Balu squeezed his eyes tightly, finally managing to squeeze out tears, and slowly extended a finger.

"Less than ten."

Even though An Miu Xiu had prepared himself mentally, he was still taken aback by the number.

"Take the young master?"

He stared intently at Balu, his eyes flashing with a fierce light: "You'd better not gamble with our brothers' lives!"

Snapped!

Balu slammed his hand on the table and said, "Am I that kind of person, Captain?"

"How could this happen? How could this happen..."

An Miu Xiu's eyes were glazed over, unable to believe it.

There were once twenty-four brothers, but now there are less than ten left.

"Where do those armor summoners get such great abilities?" Anmishiu asked with a pained expression.

"Ha, of course they don't have that ability."

Balu said dismissively, taking a newspaper out of his pocket and placing it in front of Anmicius.

This is...

Isn't that the red armor in the newspaper the one I encountered before?

"Duanmu Yan?"

Balu nodded and said, "Captain, the real person behind this armor is a brat named Duanmu Yan, the summoner of the Nawa Armor."

"I've heard about it, what's wrong?" Anmishiu asked.

"What's wrong?" Balu sneered.

"Do you know that Nava has become increasingly cruel lately?"

Balu glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then leaned close to Anmicius and whispered, "The whole city's newspapers are saying he's the Netherworld Demon Killing Machine—"

As he spoke, he gestured with his palm across his neck as if making a cutting motion.

"Netherworld Demon Killing Machine?" Anmishiu frowned.

Sure enough, there were several large red headlines on the back of the newspaper.

It was printed very conspicuously on it.

"Netherworld Demon Slaughter Machine..."

"So... all our brothers died at his hands?" Anmishiu asked.

Balu nodded angrily and said, "Not all of them, but at least ninety percent of them were murdered by him."

"How could this be... With so many of you, you can't even handle one Earthling?" An Miu Xiu slammed his fist on the table and roared.

Balu said, feeling wronged, "Captain, that guy is really strong."

"Don't even mention me, you probably wouldn't be able to handle it."

“Last time, even when five brothers surrounded him, they couldn’t take him down.”

Anmishiu suddenly remembered his previous battle with Nawa.

It was indeed difficult for me to deal with him, but that was because my strength had not yet recovered and I was in a weakened state.

In addition, they hadn't fought for too long and had become rusty.

But is it really as exaggerated as Balu said?

Five against one? Do they even know how to fight?

"Captain, if you don't rejoin the team soon, it will be too late to regret it once Nawa has killed all of us brothers."

"The day he marches upon us will be the general's end!"

An Miu Xiu was silent for a moment, then said, "Let's talk about it in a few days. I'll think about it."

Balu sighed. "Alright, Captain, you can come back anytime you want. The General... he misses you terribly."

You can't rush things; pushing too hard can backfire.

So he knew when to stop, having said all he needed to say.

An Miu Xiu also had the idea of ​​returning to the team, so let this seed grow slowly in the depths of his heart.

"Netherworld Demon Killing Machine... I really don't believe you're that powerful..."

"What's wrong with you?" Duanmu Yan waved her hand in front of An Mixiu's eyes when she saw him suddenly looking dazed.

"Oh, sorry." An Miu Xiu snapped out of his reverie. "I was just wondering if I had locked the door." He laughed awkwardly.

I haven't properly apologized to you for bumping into you last time.

Duanmu Yan laughed and said, "No need, I've already forgotten about it."

“That won’t do.” An Miu pointed. “Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”

He pulled Duanmu Yan towards the coffee shop and ordered an iced Americano.

The two sat facing each other, and An Miu Xiu looked him up and down.

He doesn't look like a brave and skilled warrior.

"The day he marches upon us will be the general's end!"