Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 180 Firepower
The Kingdom of Casevia is located in the south of Faroland. Its land area is more than twice that of Faroland, but the strength of this country is not strong, and it is not as powerful as Faroland.

Because of its poor geographical location and climatic conditions, the Norcman Empire and the San Joan Empire are located in the east and south of Faroland, respectively. These two vast empires just sandwiched Casevia in the middle.

It separates San Joan and Nockman, and basically belongs to the strategic buffer of the two huge empires. In addition, there is a mountain range across the country, and the terrain is very complicated.

The hilly area is full of barren mountains and wild ridges, the land is barren, it is difficult to grow crops, the rainy season is concentrated, droughts and floods are severe, and the mountain roads are tortuous.

The poor mountains and bad waters refer to this place, and the small town of Olatan is located in the north of the Kingdom of Casevia, near Farolan.

The town is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there is only one winding path leading to the outside world. It is said to be a small town, but it is actually composed of two villages.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, it was just dawn, and in the best house in the village, a two-story bungalow, two big men were talking.

Miro, Prince of the Demon Race, was sitting slumped on a red sofa, with his legs crossed and his arms crossed on the back of the sofa, looking as if I was pulling.

In fact, he was really daring. Five years ago, he dared to do something during the Holy Day of the Church, and almost sacrificed blood to a small town on the border of St. Joan.

Milo looks very young in appearance, about 20 years old, with long scattered black hair, strange purple pupils, straight nose, gray lips, slightly pointed chin, and a beautiful appearance.

"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."

In the middle of the house on the second floor, a muscular, muscular young man in jeans and a white shirt was stepping forward, with a strong sense of rhythm, and his arms were hooked and planed forward from time to time.

The corner of Prince Miro's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his left hand to stroke the black hair on his forehead: "I said, Luke, can you stop walking like this? It hurts me."

The Grand Duke of the werewolf who was doing the dog planing dance stopped and scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "Sorry, Lord Miro, I just woke up not long ago, and I have been dancing this kind of dance for 20 years, I really can't control myself. Own."

Milo shrugged his shoulders and chuckled lightly: "You can't think about it, and you went to investigate the headquarters of the Natural School.

After so many years, if it was easy to find, it would have been found out. Moreover, those insidious scholars have no rules and morals at all. "

Luke grinned when he heard the words, and a cruel, domineering and wanton aura emerged spontaneously.

When he is not dancing the dog-planing dance, he is very imposing, worthy of the status of the Grand Duke of the werewolf: "After all, it is the order of the ancestors, and he also investigates the cause of the death of the Bone Lord by the way, so there is no excuse.

I think I'm lucky. After I was caught by scholars, they did a lot of experiments on me.

But someone was worse than me. Before me, a werewolf duke was arrested. The scholar named Annion said that he wanted to study whether there was reproductive isolation between werewolves and dogs.

So he bought a few big female dogs and forced the werewolf duke to mate with them. When I knew about this, I knelt down to the scholars and begged to let them go. Fortunately, I have researched it and I will keep it Morality!
After hearing that my fellow clan escaped by chance, the first thing he did was cut off his little brother! "

"Mother of Darkness, this is such a sad story!" Milo's eyelids twitched, feeling a chill in his crotch, he couldn't help shivering, and prayed.

He couldn't help but feel a little rejoicing: "Fortunately, after I woke up in the Principality of Ron, I didn't go to Bokemia, but to San Joan."

Grand Duke Luke folded his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Your Excellency Miro, I have to remind you that the fanatics of the church are not easy to mess with. They have already surrounded here and are ready to wipe us out."

The Prince is much stronger than the Grand Duke, but the gap is not as big as between the Grand Duke and the Duke. Therefore, Luke is not restrained in front of Milo.

Milo smiled and waved his hands: "Give it to me, Gonzalez, they don't know you exist, it's not difficult for the two of us to break through, the key is how to reduce the loss."

Luke nodded. He was not afraid of powerful enemies. The reason why he was captured alive back then was because his IQ was crushed, and the scholars were too shameless.

In an instant, 5 saints jumped out and fought together, and a bunch of formations smashed down his head and face. What a fart, one person kicked him to the ground.

Time passed by every minute and every second, the sun was rising, and the battle had already started on the north side of the town. After being hunted down by the church in the past few years, Milo naturally gathered some people.

Sunshine is not fatal to the demons, but it also has some suppressive effects, so the church chooses this time to do it!
"Shh!"

The tip of the spear pierced straight, and the wind roared. Raphael held a long spear made of holy silver and white iron, and stabbed sharply, piercing the brain of a demon count!
"laugh!"

The spear was pulled out, bringing out a bunch of bloody flowers, and the tall body of the demon fell to the ground with a plop.

Raphael frowned, it was very strange that the people who came out to harass them now were some middle and low-level demons.

"Captain, Alfred rushed too fast and has already left the main force!" A third-tier paladin in silver-white leather armor ran over beside him, and he said anxiously.

"Don't worry about him, he has great firepower and is not afraid of gang fights!" Raphael replied calmly.

At this time, on a small road in the town, a group of demons had surrounded a man in a black windbreaker with a cigarette in his mouth.

Antal Sabo, Marquis of the Demon Race, stood on a roof and sneered: "You are too arrogant, today is your death day!"

He spread out a pair of black wings on his back, fluttering and flying into mid-air, and a cross-like pattern composed of four rhombuses shone on the soles of his feet.

Small purple circles of light floated down from his feet and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the surrounding low-level demons jumped into a small circle of light one after another. It can be seen that the lavender translucent tubes are connected to the shining cross pattern at the feet of the Marquis of Antal.

"call!"

The turbulent spiritual energy gathered, Antar's eagle-like wings suddenly stretched out, and the feather-like blades shining with purple light condensed in mid-air!
The extremely sharp feathered blades were densely packed with cold air, aiming at the man in the windbreaker who was holding a black warrior sword under him.

"I have prepared gifts for you a long time ago. Even if you are comparable to a duke-level powerhouse, you will only end up being shot into a sieve by the Black Feather Storm!"

Antal said in a high-spirited voice, relying on the "stacking formation" to gather the spiritual power of more than 50 demons, the power of the "Black Feather Storm" he used was greatly increased, even ordinary dukes had to avoid the edge temporarily!

Putting the black warrior's great sword on the ground, Alfred with short gray hair narrowed his eyes, ignoring the thousands of feather blades in front of him, looked up at the sun in the sky, and smiled: "It's noon!"

As soon as the words were finished, gray psionic energy blew up like a whirlwind, blowing across the entire street, enveloping the entire street like a cloud, the surrounding vision instantly darkened, and a damp breath rushed over.

The wind was strong, the thunder was bursting, and the feeling of a storm was coming spontaneously. A black six-barreled heavy machine gun appeared out of thin air, and Alfred held it in his hand with a faint metallic cold light shining on the gun body.

"Crackling..."

As Alfred injected the gray spiritual energy like flowing water, the barrel of the famous gun Raging Rain spun, a daffodil pattern flashed, and the free spiritual energy in the air gathered like a whirlpool.

The ground began to tremble, some stones kept shaking, and the wooden doors of the building trembled, making the sound of urns.

Antar was startled, he didn't care about pretending, put his hands together, purple light flashed, and thousands of black feathers spun in the air at high speed!
"Whoa! Whoa!..."

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, like a wave of arrows raining down, overwhelming the sky and piercing down!

"Is it better than firepower? I like it!"

With a grin, Alfred pointed his gun at Antal and pulled the trigger directly!
"Boom! Rumble..."

The sound of artillery fire rang through the sky, resounding through the sky, as if it wasn't a single person with a gun at all, but a whole artillery battalion was bombing!

The six barrels of the famous gun "Furious Rain" were spinning, and translucent gray bullets were ejected one after another. In an instant, the bullets split apart!

One divided into two, two divided into four, four divided into eight... like a torrential downpour pouring down, howling and splashing towards the sky!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The bullets shot out like raindrops, and the black feathers were shattered, and the momentum remained undiminished, covering the entire sky where the Marquis of Antal was!

"No!"

Antal looked desperate, watching the rain of bullets that swept in like a stormy sea, he flapped his wings and retreated, but it was too late, he was swallowed by the bullets like a bird with broken wings!
Alfred, with a cigarette in his mouth, let out a puff of smoke: "Caliber is justice, and range is truth!"

(End of this chapter)