I'm such an old god, so sorry

"Delavin Ching, Ching Slarek, you guys don't look too excited."

After spending more than an hour in this way, Jun Zuo comfortably and lazily leaned on the seat, taking a sip of the black tea ceremony:

"Could it be that I'm dignified by the seat of Su Duo, is the lord of a country accompany you to drink tea is wronged?"

"Don't dare."

The two princes hurriedly bowed their heads.

"Then answer my question seriously...What do you think of the Suduo Kingdom today? Is it good or bad?"

"Naturally, it is good. Our Suduo Kingdom is one of the strongest countries in Ainfal. If we remove the religious state guarded by the gods of order, the Suduo people can compete for the overlord of the mainland!"

This statement is not half false, the two princes really think so.

"Oh, self-confidence is a good thing, but some things really cannot be blindly optimistic."

The throne rubbed the wall of the cup and said, "Su Duo Kingdom, the development is getting weaker and weaker. Do you know why?"

"..."

"It's a moth, decayed this towering tree so badly."

The king seat affirmed, cast his sharp eyes like an eagle on the two princes sitting opposite him, and continued:

"At the upper level of Su Duo, a type of moths grasped most of the resources of the entire kingdom. They did not make much contribution to the development of the kingdom, but blindly pursued their own enjoyment and focused their energy on checks and balances. Even... ...To poison the people of Su Duo...As a king elected by you and the master of the kingdom, this makes it difficult for me to handle it."

"...The past thrones have never had this confusion, you can follow suit."

"Huh? What do you think?"

Junzuo smiled and leaned forward, and said: "Am I just like a faint and incompetent person? I don't even have the courage to reform this already decaying kingdom? According to my intentions, I should use a fire. Burn the insects on this tree together with the rotting roots and leaves to ashes!"

"The arsonist will catch fire!"

Draven couldn't help retorting.

"Probably, but dying by a fire is like being buried in the ground and gradually decayed."

Jun Zuo hit the table with the back of his fingers, and said for a long while: "The two are also one of those moths. Now I have a chance to put in front of you. My tolerance is only limited to one time... Give up those who will be eliminated. The prince, surrender to me."

This sentence can be said to be a poor view, directly tore through the camouflage of the tea party, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Sorry Junza, we don't intend to betray."

Slerek and Draven stood up, and the latter laughed sarcastically:

"Sir, you shouldn't say whether you are brave or stupid. You know it is a trap but you step on it with one foot... Does the strength of the strongest Swordmaster give you too much confidence?"

"Roughly the same."

Junzuo smiled and looked calmly at a team of swords and axes... Oh no, a group of sergeants with magic guns came out from nowhere, and they all pointed their guns at Junzuo and Ka Lolly Di.

"Magic...Do you think this thing is useful to me?"

"Hehe, if you can still hold a sword, these people are naturally vulnerable in front of you, but... I also said just now, you are too arrogant! Didn't you find that the Forbidden Demon has been opened here? Enchantment?"

As Draven spoke, he walked back quickly.

"Actually, I am very curious about the swordsmanship of the strongest sword master."

Slerek glanced at the throne with regret, and seemed to have determined that the latter must die.

"The enchantment that imprisoned the magic veins...not bad, is it specially set for me?"

Junzuo frowned, then stretched out again.

This kind of enchantment is the imprisonment of the magical veins regardless of the enemy and the enemy. During this period, any professional will be greatly weakened, even the legendary pinnacle like the king will be severely injured or even killed by the rain of bullets.

"This is the enchantment we have arranged for several days, and it will probably work for ten seconds, but it's okay, time is enough."

Before that, the firepower of the magic gun will cover him first.

"So that's it, this is what you rely on."

"Sir, please hurry up..."

Carlo Lidi realized the seriousness of the matter, and as soon as he wanted to block the gun for the king seat, he was stopped by the latter with a smile.

"Well, then I will show you my sword!"

Speaking of Junzai, he turned his hand over, took out an object from the storage space and held it in his hand.

That is a magic gun.

Chapter 26 The Half Plane Legion

The magic gun that appeared in the hands of the king, the black gun has a delicate dark gold carving, and a hot gold flame emblem is engraved next to the trigger, which is the symbol of the black sharp magic gun.

Let the magic guns no longer be the patent of professionals, even non-magic guns professions and ordinary people can use the magic guns, which is the characteristic of the black sharp magic guns.

Naturally, the power cannot be compared with the regular magic gunmen, but in terms of the small methods of professionals, it is already very impressive.

"Boom bang bang—"

At the moment Junzu took out the magic gun, the surrounding soldiers immediately fired shots, and the penetrating projectiles wrapped in lethal explosives formed a dense barrage to kill Junzu.

At the same time, Junzuo was also firing the gun, but what was ejected from his black sharp magic gun was not a projectile, but a beam of energy, which was refracted like a ray of light, detonating all the projectiles just out of the muzzle in advance.

"Boom boom boom—"

A low explosion resounded around the pavilion, and in just a moment of confrontation, all the princes' gunmen were injured by the projectiles that exploded at close range and fell to the ground.

"Crack—"

Jun Zuo immediately drew some mechanism. Hei Rui's barrel was stretched out of thin air. He flattened his body with both hands indifferently, and fired at the surrounding soldiers.

"Da da da....."

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a tongue of fire spouted from the blunderbuss mouth, and the metal storm instantly tore the enemy who was still aiming at the last moment to pieces, and flew away.

After finishing a whole magazine, the throne turned his guns at the dull Draven and dumbfounded in the distance. Just about to continue pulling the trigger, there was a jamming sound.

"Run!"

Draven reacted at this moment and yelled in panic.

Slerek hurriedly tore off the half of the teleporting scroll he had taken out, and then disappeared in the pale blue arcane light.