What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

What Should I Do If the Elf Empress Forces the Marriage Chapter 191

Fury is on the verge...

Only a little spark, an excuse...

Seeing the expressions of the instigated people in front of me, I nodded with satisfaction, and threw the last spark at the dry gunpowder with words.

"Quick! Take up the weapon in your hand! Go to this gang of rats to recover our dignity!"

"Roar--"

Hundreds of people screamed at the same time.

They picked up the cone-headed sticks that had been discarded by the rebooters from the ground one after another, and screamed at the rebooters who cringed before the exit.

Seeing more than a hundred strong men holding sticks rushing in their direction, many rebooters were so frightened that their faces changed, and they crowded toward the exit even harder.

The big bald head turned pale with fright, and grabbed a believer beside him and shouted:

"Quick! Go up! Don't leave! Stop them for me!"

Unsurprisingly, at this moment of crisis, no one paid attention to his orders.

The big bald head, irritated and anxious, leaned against the wall and trembles helplessly.

Suddenly, as if suddenly grabbing a life-saving straw, he grabbed a crossbow from a believer, and shouted at the other believers:

"Hold up the crossbow! Quickly release the arrow! Release the arrow! Stop them!"

Hearing the big bald head shouts, those rebooting cultists who were still holding crossbows raised their weapons as if waking up from a dream, and shook the trigger indiscriminately in the direction of the crowd.

"It's useless!"

Seeing the weak and dying struggle of the cultists, I shook my head regretfully.Then he squeezed the long sword, swung the sword upward, and led a small enchantment from the iron curtain barrier as a barrier, trying to block the messy arrows shot from different drops, and bounced them aside.

But it turns out that my worries are completely unnecessary.

This group of rebooters is not a professional bowman, nor has they received systematic training.In this extremely chaotic scene, naturally, he didn't care about aiming and shooting.Just relying on his instinct to shoot arrows randomly.

Therefore, most of the crossbow bolts ultimately fell on their own heads.Only a small part fell on the barrier I carefully prepared.

For a while, blood spattered, and the screams were endless.The situation in the hall has become increasingly chaotic.

In addition... there was an arrow that came from unknown, and it was inserted impartially on the center of the eyebrows of Adjutant Bassen.

I saw that the eyes of the vice-bishop were wide, with a look of death.

Since he was seriously injured, he has been lying on the ground unable to move since he was abandoned by the big bald head. He probably never thought that he would suddenly suffer this misfortune, and he died unexpectedly in his own hands, right?

Thinking of this, I shook my head with some regret.

To be honest, I was not going to kill you.

But it's you guys fighting each other...just don't blame me.

Alas.... I'm thinking too much, and I look too high at this mob.

Sighing, I manipulated the barrier with my mind to return to its original position.

Then he stood still on the spot, holding his arms, watching the angry aristocrats and the men pick up the cone-headed sticks in their hands, and surrounded the trembling rebooters.

"Kill! To death these despicable cultists!"

The aristocratic men rushed up with an angry roar. With the blessing of agitating force, they raised up the wooden sticks holding the iron sheet in their hands, and according to the nearest rebooters in front of them, it was a hit.

The rebooting believers, who had already fallen into chaos and completely lost their fighting spirit, screamed and hid around.And screamed for mercy.

A few more spine religious believers also took up arms and tried to resist, but soon became unable to move because of the crowding, and then was knocked to the ground by their panicked companions.Then the guests who followed were pressed to the ground, punched and kicked, and soon lost the ability to resist.

Soon, the situation fell into a one-sided situation.The excited male guests at this moment have completely shed the hypocritical etiquette packaged by the aristocratic etiquette, and fell into the most primitive barbarity in their excitement. They waved the sticks in their hands and vented their anger wantonly.

"You coward! Parasite! Come on! Get up!"

"Bastard cultist! Despicable rat! Thieves! Are you not very good?"

"What reboot instruction? I'm pooh!"

"Spare! Strong men spare! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

.........

Screams and screams filled the hall.

After allowing the guests to beat the rebooting believers severely.

I feel almost done. In order not to kill anyone, I unlocked the effect of the political commissar and yelled to the guests:

"Well! Gentlemen! You will kill you if you fight again!"

After all... I still want to keep them and do something more interesting.

108. The Great Broken Restriction Education (9)

I don't know whether the inciting effect of the [political commissar]'s ability is too strong, or the guests are red eyes.

It wasn't until I yelled in a voice with supernatural effects several times that the angry crowd gradually calmed down and stopped.

As the effect of the superpower dissipated, the killing shouts that had filled the entire hall subsided... and replaced by exhausted gasps.

Watching the beaten up with a swollen nose and a groaning rebooter on the ground.Doubts and dazed expressions appeared on the faces of some male guests.

Some young people with a slightly immature face widened their eyes, dropped the sticks, and looked at their hands with incredulous expressions.

Obviously... It's hard for them to believe that all this in front of them was actually caused by themselves, and they don't understand why they are so bleeding.

After the indignation and emotions instigated by the power of the supernatural subsided, emptiness and confusion re-occupied the hearts of the guests.

They stood there blankly, unable to think about anything except fatigue and gasping.

Looking at this group of bewildered people.

My heart was also surprised secretly.

Unexpectedly... the mental powers have such powerful power.

Just by arousing the suppressed dark emotions in people's hearts, such terrible energy can be released.

Let a person who may be cowardly, perhaps timid, or selfish, give up thinking and become a fighter who is not afraid of death under the dominance of high-pitched emotions.

Actually... it's not exactly the people affected by the abilities.

Even when the caster of me was just activated, I was unavoidably affected by frantic emotions and became sensible and cruel.....I even thought of human life as stubborn.

And this is not my original character...

Think about it carefully.

Every time I used materialistic power in the past, I seemed to be vaguely influenced by a certain order force. Under the guidance of that force, I became colder, analyzed the situation most rationally, and executed it meticulously.

I know very well.... I am not such a rigorous person, nor do I like to think closely.

Therefore, I always thought that it was because of the instinct caused by the high-speed brain operation under crisis conditions.

But now it seems.... It may not be the case.

When I use power, power is also subtly assimilating my thinking.

It may not have been obvious before.

But this time.... At the moment when the power was turned on, countless emotions from the instigated person flooded into my mind like a tide...Excited and high emotions, unwillingness of anger, aggrieved, fearful cowardice .... All are like turbulent waves, hitting the dam of my soul.

They filled my mind and made my blood flow to my forehead, becoming as excited as them.

Then just when that emotion was about to swallow my heart, that calm and objective materialistic force that symbolized rationality appeared again.The invisible power woven together like silk threads, isolating my consciousness from frantic emotions, instantly making me rational and cold, and instinctively manipulating the emotions of the instigated, leading them to reboot. The cultists charge and raise the stick in their hands...

At this moment, I finally understood what the old bastard taught me in the past five years, and what I learned from my father...what a terrifying ability.

Indeed.... Such power is sufficient to manipulate the human heart.

And in this world made up of people, you can control the world by manipulating people's hearts.

Thinking of this, I involuntarily clenched the badge on my chest-[Red Wheel of Destiny].

Stroking the angular grooves on the metalwork...I remembered every actual battle against the old bastard in the past five years.

I have used every power and combat skill I have on the old bastard.

And most of the time, he just avoided the past.....When I used the [Political Commissar] ability on him, he dug his nose completely indifferent, and then just kicked it. Kicked me a dozen meters away...

So that, for a long time, I always thought that the things the old bastard taught me were not too great things...

But now it seems...it does not seem to be the case.

And the strength of the old bastard... has become unfathomable in my eyes again.

That day... did I really beat him?

And what has he experienced in the past?Why did it become like this...

All of this is still a mystery to me.

I believe that one day, you will know the answer, right?

With a sigh, I shook my head.Set aside the complicated thoughts in my heart.

Right now, we have more important things to do.

Thinking of this, I carried my sword and walked towards the crowd.

At this moment, a concerned voice sounded in my ears:

"Lin... Lindentu, are you okay?"

Following the reputation, I saw Eureka hiding behind the curtains of the French windows, looking at me timidly.

Come to think of it, when the old and weak women and children were let go, the girl did not leave, but chose to hide in the dangerous hall.

Thinking of this, I asked with some worry:

"Eureka... why are you still here? Are you okay?"

"Also...not because you, a dead ghost, suddenly did such a dangerous thing..."

The girl walked towards me with her head down and said hesitantly.

"Do you know... When you walked up to the place just now... I was almost anxious..."

Seeing the girl's faintly resentful look made my heart warm.He hugged her with a smile and said:

"Alright, alright.... Knowing that you care about me, am I okay?"

"Who...who cares about you? I...I just think your lover is pretty good...I don't want you to be given to you by the gangster who reboots...huh, I won't tell you this!"

After stammering a lot of contradictory words, the girl who consciously failed to speak turned her head to conceal her embarrassment.Then he immediately changed the subject and said:

"Yes.. That's right! Lindentu... Are you a magician or a knight? What the hell is that red enchantment?" the girl asked in confusion, "I have never seen a knight practice. Crimson psionic power...I heard that the psionic power of vampires is blood red...but you are not a vampire either?"

"Also... how can you make those people take up arms and fight the rebooting teacher with a few words? Don't tell me that your speech infected them!"

Looking at the girl who asked repeatedly to hide her embarrassment.

I shook my head in my heart.

Alas...It's really textbook-like arrogant.

Can't you be frank?

Out of teasing her, I deliberately got close to her face and said:

"What? Do you really want to know?"

"of course."

Eureka nodded naturally.

"Okay."

I was close to the girl’s ear and whispered:

"Wait to go back tonight...Let's go back to the room and speak slowly..."