Yatai Policy: The New Order of the Mainland

Chapter 357 The Spiritual Mind

"Don't!" As soon as the fireball came out, three voices sounded at the same time.

The one who roared the loudest was the poisonous hedgehog. He was still in a state of confrontation with Granny Leng at this moment, but at the same time, the two also paid attention to the fight between the fat man and the Vulcan king.

Originally, this should be a duel similar to a joke.How can a junior master in the wind realm resist the attack of a high-level master?
This kind of stupid behavior can only be described as a gnat shaking a tree, right? !
However, what actually happened surprised them.

First, the mighty stick of Vulcan King deviated from the direction and hit the ground, and then the flames surrounding the fat man gave birth to a fierce and invincible power, directly forcing back the surrounding people watching the battle.

The poisonous hedgehog and the Vulcan King are sworn brothers. The two have worked together for many years, and he knows the strength of his second brother best.Therefore, whether it was a mistake in the first blow or the supernatural effect produced by the second blow, in the eyes of the poisonous hedgehog, there was a strange smell.

Something must have happened, a certain high-end injector on Ah Sang's body must be showing its power.

Just when the poisonous hedgehog Zuo thought so and was about to remind his second brother to be careful, a fireball appeared majestic in the golden light and shadow.

The fireball is not big, and the speed is not fast, and the flame on the surface shows a kind of warmth like the warm sun.But it was such a fireball that made the poisonous hedgehog feel heartache.

He clearly realized that something most cherished was about to leave him. Was it... the decades-long brotherhood with King Vulcan who shared weal and woe?

The poisonous hedgehog didn't dare to think about it anymore, so he could only hiss and roar.

Another who spoke out was Palmer.

As the highest existence of the fire element acrobats in the arena, although he, like everyone else, could not see the Golden Crow's dharma body, he had glimpsed it after all.

what is that?Why is it that just a glance can cause uncontrollable fluctuations in the fire energy in my body?
While the old man was horrified, he had already noticed that something was wrong with the Vulcan King.

From his point of view, from his understanding as the controller of the fire energy, the defensive posture that the Vulcan King put on facing the flames surrounding the fat man at this time is more like a sacrifice.

Seeing the Vulcan King's protection gradually weakening, the old man suddenly had a terrible guess.Perhaps, the weakness was not due to lack of strength, but it might be because of the super strength of the Vulcan King, which made the mysterious opponent even stronger.

For Palmer, from the moment he confirmed Nathan's identity, he took on the responsibility of protecting the little master and his friends.

However, as the Polken family's eyeliner stationed in Rose, the old man did more than just work as a bodyguard.

Moreover, he also has his own understanding of the word "protection".

The old man firmly believes that protection does not only refer to the safety of the body and life, but also includes no worries about the future, and also includes not damaging the family's honor, and it must also conform to the interests of the family.

Then, no matter how unbearable Keir is, no matter how much Claude protects the calf and resolves the conflict, it is enough to teach him a proper lesson.Why can't it go to the point of murder?
However, it backfired.

When Keir's big head flew up, Palmer knew that he had played too big this time, and this accident happened right in front of his eyes, and he was even an accomplice.

After all, Claude is an officer officially sent by McCann to Rose, and killing his son is tantamount to provoking McCann's majesty.

In particular, the Consul General seems to have some personal relationship with Head of State McCann, Nathan's father, James Polken!
How good is this!
Just when Mr. Palmer was hesitating, he did not expect that Fatty started the war with Claude's closest subordinates again, and, judging from the reality, Fatty was not at a disadvantage.

If another high-level betting teacher is also clicked, this matter will probably be even more troublesome.

The old man thought this way, and the word "don't" blurted out.

Because, the moment the fireball appeared, he clearly felt that the threatening aura just dimmed at the same time?

Where did the breath, the energy represented by that breath go?
No need to ask, it must be in the fireball!
"Alas! The Vulcan King is in danger!" Mr. Palmer thought helplessly while speaking to stop him.

The third "no" was yelled by Vulcan King himself.

When the fireball appeared, his will and body collapsed at the same time.

Bearing the brunt, the Vulcan King clearly sensed the energy contained in the fireball, which was a kind of power that was simply incomprehensible at his level.

Facing such an opponent, facing such strength, what's the point of carrying on?

The Vulcan King's knees were bent, he knelt down, and bowed his head to the opponent in the most humble posture.

He had a little bit of luck in his heart, and hoped that the other party would forget the villain's faults and let him go, this insignificant ant. He hoped that he could linger on, even if it was worth a breath of fresh air.

At this moment, this high-level commentator, who was used to treating human life as nothing, suddenly had a little understanding of those who died under his hands.Those unwillingness and expectations, those panics and prayers, the lingering light in those people's eyes...Those things that seemed to never happen to me, came so naturally, so invisible, so plain.

It turns out that between fear of death and survival, everyone is equal, and there is no difference due to differences in concentration levels!
The Vulcan King thought this way, and watched helplessly as the fireball hit his chest, then came out through his body, and disappeared into nothingness.

Surprisingly, there was no burning sensation as imagined, and no heart-piercing pain. Wherever the fireball passed, it left a piece of coolness.

The coolness is even exhilarating and joyful, like suddenly touching a piece of ice in the scorching midsummer. Although it hurts like fire, it is a calm and sober feeling.

"Is this the ultimate form of the fire element?!" the Vulcan King muttered to himself.

"It's also the original form!" Fire King said leisurely, his figure gradually blurred.

As the dust settled, the flames faded away, and Mr. Mai stood there with a peaceful face, not moving a muscle.

His face was paler than ever, but his expression was never calm.

Everyone felt their scalps tingling, because the once invincible Vulcan King, the once famous high-ranking fire-type annotator, was curling up in front of the little-known fat man, still maintaining a well-known expression. A disdainful wagging gesture.

"Think about that front office manager who was killed by you in vain! There is nothing to regret!" The fat man said coldly, and suddenly waved his hand, and the Vulcan King in front of him turned into a puddle of powder.

"Second Brother!" The poisonous hedgehog shouted tremblingly, his voice hoarse and weak.

"Did you kill my son with a trick! I want you to give me an explanation!" Claude, who was always holding Kiel's head and sitting on the ground, opened his blood-red eyes and stared at the fat man.

"Ha! Master Keir admitted the wrong thing, acted blindly, and killed himself! This is obvious to all!" The fat man changed his face like turning over a book, and in an instant he resumed his usual hateful expression, and continued: "Didn't he say that Is there any formula in the box? Why do I only see one painting? Also, if something is destroyed, the promise cannot be voided. For the sake of your loss, I wiped out the change. But, other The 2000 million you got is not a penny less!"

Following the fat man's words, everyone looked at the crumpled straw paper that flew out at the same time as Mr. Keir's head at the moment the box exploded.

On the straw paper, a crooked, ugly smiling face is making one's hair stand on end with joy.

　Miao Chun: Did Mr. Mai also use summoning just now?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)