Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Can you change the word?" Zhuang Ning sighed, "Where's Mostima? Didn't she come?"

Fiammetta said coldly: "Mostima is sorry, but in my opinion, she really shouldn't have come."

Zhuang Ning shook his head and lowered his eyes slightly:

"You have a really bad attitude... As expected, I still can't be too tolerant, right?"

The torrent of heavy pressure came down, forcing Fiammetta to kneel down and prostrate himself on the ground.

Her whole body was enveloped under Zhuang Ning's spell and she could faintly hear the sound of bones breaking.

Fiammetta's painful voice made Remion and Archangel look back, and they saw the dirty leather boot stepping on Fiammetta, and they slightly increased their strength.

Crush the heart.

Fiammetta was bleeding from the mouth and almost died.

"PhD!"

"Don't worry." Zhuang Ning said kindly, "It's just a minor injury."

After all, he was a monster who had liberated the power of successive demon kings, so it was easy for him to heal Fiammetta's wounds.

After passing through the gate of death, the girl looked into Zhuang Ning's eyes again and shuddered.

"If I were caught by you, would you torture me even more cruelly?"

Zhuang Ning sneered faintly, "But I am still very good to the prisoners, as long as you don't choose to disobey me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a point of light fell from the distance like a star.

Those were shells and light beams, endless, engulfing him and several others!

……

……

"Sir Patrizione, the Remian squad and the Fiammetta squad were completely wiped out."

"completely annihilated."

The old man was actually chewing on this word, and a feeling of powerlessness enveloped him.

The old man was covered in white armor, his face couldn't be seen clearly, but he was still full of strength.

Patrizión was the oldest among the Pope's musketeers. With his seniority, he could have retired, but after receiving the Pope's call, he went to the battlefield in person.

Yes.

To this old knight, the fight against the devil is war.

War is about putting lives on the line with victory, so he admitted that he was not surprised to hear the news, but he still couldn't hide the fatigue in his voice: "How did you lose?"

"Our equipment recorded it." The subordinates played images from different camera angles.

The picture was extremely blurry, but one could still glimpse some truth. Fiammetta was almost unable to resist and collapsed under the heavy pressure.

Remiaoan resisted for a while, but it was in vain. In the end, Zhuang Ning used telekinesis to capture all the team members hiding in the crowd and crushed their brains one by one.

The scene was so bloody that for a moment, everyone's hearts were filled with anger.

"This is the Devil King. We should have crushed the crown long ago!"

"Calm down!" Patrizione glanced at his subordinates coldly, "Can you tell how many spells he has cast in the past few minutes?"

"Space transfer, telekinesis, and a body that is impenetrable to bullets—"

"So what? He's only one person." The subordinate was indignant.

"But if we surround him, I'm afraid many people will die." Patriziang sighed.

The subordinate's face froze: "You mean, we should use artillery fire?"

"Use the city defense cannon."

"Will that kill him?"

"No, but maybe we can weaken him. When he is powerless, we can destroy him with the greatest firepower," said Patriziang.

Everyone was silent. One knight struggled and said, "But this will kill many innocent people."

"I know."

"Among them may be Fiammetta and Lemion. Your Excellency, isn't Fiammetta your adopted daughter?"

"I know." The old knight closed his eyes, "She is not precious enough to be exchanged for a few of the Pope's musketeers."

"The Demon King has just won, so he must be feeling very proud. He has not understood our tactics yet. This is the best time to destroy him."

Patrizione was as stern as a rock. "I will never allow a war to break out."

"Prepare to activate the city defense artillery. I will take the responsibility."

"May God bless us."

……

……

Artillery fire rained down.

Several kilometers away, thunderous sounds continued to roar, as if the gods were angry!

The peace was broken in an instant and the screams were drowned out by the gunfire.

Fiammetta stared blankly at this hellish scene, the remains of the body falling in front of her. Liberi instinctively roared: "Did that old man fire?"

She shouldn't be so surprised, because according to the plan, as long as the Demon King was lured to the suburbs, the bombing could be carried out.

But this plan should have failed when Fiammetta and Lemion were arrested!

The two looked at each other and saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.

What is this? Bombing, attacking civilians, and it is a unilateral move by Lateran towards Kazdel.

Although everyone knew that war was going to break out, this was tantamount to declaring war.

more importantly--

"Those musketeers have given up on you."

Zhuang Ning felt compassion for the world, "How sad, I thought they valued you very much, but in the end you are just pawns."

"Shut up!" Fiammetta roared, still unable to believe that this was done by one of his own people, "It must be your conspiracy."

"Are you telling me to get some troops and bomb my own territory?"

As the whispers came, the flame was about to fall in front of Zhuang Ning.

He did not look at the huge barrier that rose up. It was a barrier formed by the Originium skills that blocked the artillery fire.

Fire splashed, his coat fluttered, he looked up at the falling artillery fire, waved his hand lightly, and the magic covered the entire town like a solid rock.

"Can they deploy defense over such a large area?"

Patriziang saw this scene from afar and exclaimed: "This is indeed the power of the Demon King."

"Increase the intensity and raise the power to 100%."

The blaze of light is like divine punishment.

A crack suddenly appeared on the barrier. Zhuang Ning raised his eyebrows and saw a beam of light breaking through the barrier and heading straight towards him.

That was a power that no mortal could match. Lateran's Originium technique was also a miracle. Zhuang Ning's entire body was in high heat and was about to be burned to death!

"It is done, sir!"

"Don't be careless." Patrizión was still mature and composed, but he felt a little relieved in his heart.

No one has ever been able to resist the gift of such a law, not even the devil—

Even if he doesn't die, the demon king will probably lose the ability to move.

Patrizión was immediately stunned when he saw that the beam of light that had almost condensed into substance was broken into pieces bit by bit and cracks appeared!

Zhuang Ning threw away the black coat, revealing himself naked, his black eyes flashing with cruelty.

"Not enough, not enough!"

"But what use is this thing?!"

Fiammetta almost lost his voice as he looked at the man on fire.

It seems like there is no way to win.

Zhuang Ning turned his gaze and stared at her coldly: "This is your knight."

"Your so-called musketeers will abandon you and kill all the innocent people here just to kill me."

He smiled happily, took a step forward, covered several kilometers, and appeared in front of the musketeers.

He used the space spell again, and Lemion and Fiammetta also appeared in the open space, staring blankly at the fully armed musketeers, the weapons in their hands, and the city defense cannon that was almost scrapped due to overloading.

The world returned to peace, with only two forces confronting each other.

The first to break the silence was Patrizione. The old musketeer did not look at his adopted daughter, but said coldly, "Dr. Zhuang Ning."

"Long time no see. We had a very pleasant chat in Lateran before. Why has it come to this?" Zhuang Ning sighed.

He had indeed been to Lateran and had met this knight for many years. They got along well at that time. The old musketeer was strict but also gentle, but in the blink of an eye, they were fighting with swords.

"This is my position and responsibility, Doctor." Patriziang said coldly, "I must destroy you."

"Is it just because of my identity as the Demon King? Or is it because of your so-called laws?"

"Because you are the seed of disaster."

"How shameless..." Zhuang Ning waved his hand, grabbed Fiammetta's neck and lifted her up. "I can only use some despicable means. Patrizión, are you going to do something to your adopted daughter?"

"She is just a Liberi, far less important than Lateran." The old knight sneered.

Fiammetta's expression flashed with sadness, and he bit his lip until it bled.

"That's a good point. It's just a Liberi." Zhuang Ning threw away Fiammetta, like throwing away garbage. "I just like your shameless appearance... and I like to tear off your hypocritical disguise the most!"

He took a step forward, the darkness beneath him spread invisibly, and he grinned:

"Have you prepared your last words?"