Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 200 Violent Suppression
The air on the street seemed to be frozen, as the protesting group of spirit suckers and the suppression forces of the Mole Science Society were at the critical point of confrontation.

The spirit suckers did not intend to conduct a peaceful demonstration this time. Not only were there a large number of spirit suckers in the team, with more than two hundred of them, they also formed a clear battle formation.

Leading the group was the soul-sucking leader in a purple robe, floating in mid-air with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly concentrating on casting a mental spell.

Behind him, the soul sucker warriors in grey robes were closely arranged. They were floating in the air with their hands stretched forward, like warriors ready to launch a mind shock at any time.

On the ground, some foot warriors of the slave race formed a tight defense line, holding spear-like spiritual weapons and staring vigilantly at the Administration operators in front of them.

Among the teams of the enslaved races, there were also several gray dwarf warriors carrying crossbows. Although these were cold weapons, the runes on them showed that these crossbows had powerful mental destructive power, enough to break the mental defenses of ordinary people.

The entire protest team is not only well-equipped, but also large enough in number, and they are obviously prepared for a fight with the administration.

The protest slogans echoed in the air with an oppressive feeling.

"Dictators of the Administration, we will not remain silent! You must lift restrictions on the Illichid Empire, lift the discriminatory treaty restrictions on our civilization, and open multiple trading ports in the border areas and the New World.

If you do not listen to our advice, we will take appropriate protest measures, and the Empire's [Nautilus] and thousands of servant race troops will blast open the various transmission restrictions you set at the border!!!"

The leader of the purple-robed spirit-suckers used the mind link to spread the message directly to the surrounding protesters and citizens. With such strong spiritual power, ordinary people couldn't help but feel a splitting headache, as if an invisible storm enveloped the entire block.

The people of various races and civilizations in the New World who had originally wanted to watch the fun were all disturbed by the mental messages from the spirit suckers and were in great pain.

The psychic shock spread by the soul suckers was like an invisible sound wave, sweeping across the streets layer by layer. The strong mental shock made many onlookers who came to join in the fun feel dizzy, and the feeling of discomfort quickly spread.

On both sides of the street, many people who had been standing leisurely to watch the show began to cover their heads, frowning, and some even couldn't help but vomit.

They had originally just wanted to see the confrontation between the Administration and the protesters, but they had never expected that the terrifying sense of oppression from the impending conflict had already enveloped the entire neighborhood.

"These crazy people don't even let go of the melon eaters!"

A Tarun merchant cursed, covered his head, turned around and hurriedly evacuated to a safe area in the distance.

Several followers followed closely behind him, with painful expressions on their faces.

The people of various races and civilizations in the New World who were around and wanted to have fun were disturbed by their mental messages and began to feel uncomfortable, with some even experiencing dizziness.

Most people prefer to see fun rather than become fun.

On the streets, people of all races began to complain about the indiscriminate mental impact of the mind-suckers, and at the same time desperately retreated beyond the borders of the conflict site, trying to stay away from the center of the impending storm.

The doors of many shops have been slammed shut, and the iron protective doors are banging.

The people inside began to pack up their valuables, and some even evacuated quickly through secret passages.

Amidst the chaos, the once bustling streets gradually became empty, with only the roars of the mind suckers and the indifference of the management bureau operators.

Most of the onlookers have already left. Of course, this land has never lacked creatures that would rather have fun than die.

There were several penguins wearing strange clothes, crawling on the top of the rooftop with peculiar cameras in their hands. They were staring at the conflict site below like war reporters, with excitement flashing in their eyes.

The conflict between the Soul Suckers and the Administration is on the verge of breaking out.

Many people knew that if fighting broke out, the area would quickly be reduced to ruins.

However, destruction and creation - this is the norm in the new world.

With the advent of the Golden Tree, the modified economy completely changed the speed and method of building reconstruction.

Today, the reconstruction of buildings is thousands of times faster than in the past.

Many dimensional businessmen have taken a fancy to this market and opened their own "Speedy Construction Companies" to specialize in post-disaster reconstruction projects.

In this area of ​​New York, the municipal government's urban building restoration has long been outsourced to these high-speed construction companies. As long as they have government approval and sufficient funds, they can rebuild any style of building within a few days, which is simply astonishing.

Whether it is classical architecture, Gothic architecture, Baroque architecture, Terra Modernism, Postmodernism, Punk architecture, Biomechanical style...

Whatever the style, Speedy can make it happen with ease.

The Terra New World area, dominated by New York, has become bizarre as a result, especially in areas close to the city center or multi-ethnic civilization trading hubs, where the architectural styles are rich and diverse, dazzling to the eyes.

Some buildings are like spires reaching into the sky, with exterior walls covered with intricate Gothic carvings and shrouded in shadows, like relics pulled out from an ancient era; and right next to it is a punk-style factory-type building with exterior walls covered with pipes and steam equipment. The whole building seems alive, and emits a "buzzing" mechanical sound from time to time.

A little further away, there is a biomechanical building. The entire building looks like it is made of giant insect shells, and the walls are covered with pulsating patterns that seem like living things, with a strange vitality.

Compared to these bizarre buildings, the buildings in the Authority headquarters area near Hell's Kitchen are relatively restrained and normal.

Those buildings are soaring high, full of order and simple lines, obviously intended to maintain the authority's majestic and fair image.

However, if you walk a few steps further out, beyond the influence of the Administration, you can see all kinds of bizarre buildings appearing one after another.

New York City has become an experimental field for architectural styles, where the old building codes seem ridiculous and pale.

This abnormal architectural trend is spreading rapidly from the New York city area in the New World to the various abnormal states in the Eddiesi Federation.

Many planes and cities followed suit, and some even spread to major hubs in the Normal State and Terra.

This architectural trend has gradually deviated from the original regulations and has become uncontrollable.

Many forces are taking a wait-and-see attitude towards this trend, but for some violent law enforcement agencies that only focus on destruction, this trend allows them to infinitely raise the upper limit of the destructive threshold of their violent law enforcement.

At this moment, in the shadows of the buildings on both sides of the street and in the narrow alleys, several heavy [Steel Behemoths - Soul Tanks] have quietly taken position, ready for battle.

A huge composite adamantium armor covers the entire shell of the tank. The surface of the armor is wrapped in a self-healing energy-resistant layer, emitting a cold metallic luster.

At the front of each tank is a huge "Destroyer" with a thick and long barrel pointing straight into the distance, ready to launch a round of deadly firepower coverage at any time.

Two crusher mortars were mounted on the sides of the tank, aiming at the central area of ​​the protest team.

Controlling these steel behemoths are the black-robed operators of the Mole Science Society. Wearing black combat robes and eye protection, they are expertly debugging the tanks' combat systems.

Not far away, ten [Basilisk Cannons] had been quietly deployed outside the scene.

Each artillery piece stood on a hidden commanding height like a war giant, with its barrel pointing directly at the protest site.

The coating on the end of the barrel reflected faint light, and the gunners precisely adjusted the angle of the muzzle to ensure that every shell hit the target.

The black-robed operators were concentrating on operating the artillery's loading system, their fingers moving quickly on the semi-automatic loading system.

After reloading, they waited for the order to fire from the mole at any time through the encrypted communication channel.

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In the two opposing camps, the Priest of the Seal and the Special Operator Mole - Rich Robert stared coldly at the leader of the Soul Sucker in front of him. The cold metallic voice broke the silence at that moment:

"Azaz Malkorn, this is your last chance."

"Disarm, take your people, and leave here immediately. Remember - you can only negotiate through the legal channels of the New Alliance."

His eyes were cold, and the mechanical fingers of his right hand gently clenched. A glimmer of blue energy danced at his fingertips, like a mechanical beast that could explode at any time.

The group of spirit suckers in front stood neatly in three rows. There were more than a hundred spirit suckers floating in the air, and everyone had a cold light in their eyes.

They were dressed in dark purple robes, and the tentacles on their smooth, eyeless heads swayed gently. The air around them was filled with faint spiritual shock waves, like an invisible pressure covering the entire block.

The leader, Azaz Malkorn, was suspended in the front, his tentacles spread out, and a deep voice echoed in everyone's mind:

"Your so-called laws that restrict the mind-controlling abilities of the mind-suckers are actually suppression of our culture!"

"We refuse to surrender and we refuse to compromise!"

As they protested, the black-robed operators of the Authority gradually raised their bolter rifles, with a hint of coldness and vigilance in their eyes.

The operators in the front row stared at the soul suckers behind their shields, their fingers firmly on the triggers.

The operators in the back row have already adjusted the shooting angles, and as soon as the command is given, the Administration's firepower will pour down.

Rich Robert spoke again, with obvious anger and long-suppressed violence:

"You have violated the Alien Special Ability Control Law, the Human and Abnormal Race Coexistence Law, the Alien Ability Out-of-Control Management Law, the Alien Social Harm Prevention Law, and the Alien Social Harm Prevention Law established by the New Alliance and the Kingdom of Heaven."

The Mole's tone was cold, with unconcealed anger and coldness.

"As a law enforcement unit in the New World, the Administration has the right to isolate, imprison, or expel you. If your race's abilities go haywire, the Administration will conduct a strict investigation of the parties involved and take necessary sanctions to eliminate potential sources of social harm."

The Mole continued, his voice low and oppressive:

"Now, leave here and don't challenge the bottom line of the Administration. This is Terra, not the Illisid country of you mind suckers.

Here, your moral and legal concepts must be subject to rules and regulations. You must know that allowing a dangerous race like you to walk in the new world is already a great kindness and concession.

If you continue to push your nose into my face..."

"Hahaha------"

Before he finished speaking, the leader of the soul suckers, Azaz Malkohn, suddenly sneered, and then erupted with a burst of arrogant mental shock, almost distorting the air around him.

The voice of his heart bombarded the consciousness of everyone present like thunder:
"Benevolence? Hahaha! With the support of heaven, you deformed people with odd-toed hooves have the illusion that you can be on equal footing with us?

I tell you, inferior goods, even your fourth sword bearer would not dare to be so arrogant when seeing the great mastermind of our Ilishid Empire..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, because just before Azaz finished his last sentence, a sharp cold light flashed in the Mole's eyes, and he took off the glove on his right mechanical arm without hesitation, revealing the mechanical palm with a flashing light.

Without any hesitation, he raised his right hand high, and the energy accumulated in his palm instantly burst out into a terrifying beam of light, directly aimed at Azaz's chest.

hum-

The beam of light cut through the air, transforming into a streak of blazing lightning that rushed towards Azaz with unstoppable force.

The leader of the soul suckers hadn't reacted yet, his facial expression froze instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief and astonishment, but his fighting instinct made him quickly deploy his mental stance - an invisible barrier instantly formed in front of him, trying to block this deadly attack.

Boom!

The light beam instantly hit Azaz's mental barrier. The violent energy impact caused the barrier to break almost instantly. The remaining force of the light beam continued and hit his chest directly, blasting him away and crashing into the building behind him.

The walls of the building collapsed under this terrifying force, making a loud noise and scattering dust.

"how dare you……"

Asaz's figure was completely buried in the ruins, and faint groans could be heard from the broken walls.

At this moment, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and a complete explosion.

As the moles launched their attack, the mind suckers responded quickly and fiercely.

Seeing their leader being blown away, there was a commotion among the spirit suckers. Some of them suddenly jumped up and emitted sharp mental fluctuations.

They floated in the air, tentacles spread out, and powerful spiritual energy surged. The air around them seemed to become thicker, as if the entire space was twisted and oppressed by their mental power.

"You running dogs of the Authority! You will pay the price for this!"

A mind-sucking being roared and launched a psychic attack that instantly spread out, trying to interfere with the consciousness of the management bureau operators.

[Group Mind Blast!!!]
click-

click-

The psychic explosion-proof shields raised by the operators in the front row lit up instantly, and the blue light barrier blocked the psychic shock outside, but cracks also appeared on the surface of the shield.

"Everyone, get into combat mode!" The Mole ordered calmly, his voice not loud but clear and powerful.

The battle broke out in an instant.

Following the attack signal sent by the mole, the management bureau operators in the front row opened fire first. The sharp sound of the bolter tore through the air, and the rain of energy bullets mercilessly shot at the spirit sucker in front.

Those spirit suckers who reacted a little slower were hit first. As soon as a glimmer of light appeared on their mental barriers, they were instantly penetrated by the high-energy bullets of the bolter and hit directly into their heads.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

An explosive bullet accurately hit a soul sucker's head. The soul sucker's tentacles had just risen up, and before he could react, his entire head exploded like a punctured balloon. Brain and blood splattered out, and his body fell powerlessly to the ground.

The battle instantly escalated into a fight of blood and fire.

More soul suckers let out piercing mental screams in mid-air, and the fluctuating mental energy surged towards the defense line of the Administration operators like a huge wave.

The air became distorted under their power, and their psychic attacks pierced into the operators' minds like invisible blades, trying to destroy their defenses.

"Maintain formation!"

The Mole roared and controlled his mechanical arm. The deadly beam energy was once again accumulated in his palm, and he called for fire support from the rear.

The [Basilisk Artillery] in the back row responded to the order almost instantly. Ten huge cannons fired at the same time. Explosions rang out, and the artillery shells with burning tails crossed the sky and accurately hit the team of spirit suckers.

The ground was torn apart, and the shock wave generated by the huge explosion tore the bodies of several soul suckers into pieces, with broken limbs and arms flying everywhere, creating a bloody mess.

A soul sucker was blown away in the explosion, his tentacles were torn apart, and his body was almost broken in two, and his screams echoed in the air.

But even so, he still tried to use his mental power to control the battlefield, but before he could develop his mental stance, the next explosive bullet pierced through his chest, and his body fell down powerlessly like a broken rag doll.

At the same time, the slave race of the mind suckers, the gray dwarves, raised the rune arrows in their hands. The runes on the arrows flashed strangely, and the sound of the bowstrings tightened echoed in the air. They did not hesitate to shoot dense rain of arrows at the defense line of the Administration. These arrows contained magical power, and almost as soon as they touched the explosion-proof shield, they caused a violent explosion.

Boom! ! !

Boom! ! !
"Ah hiss~"

Several operators were caught off guard and were thrown several meters away, falling in a pool of blood and groaning.

A few groans of pain rang out amid the flames and explosions, but their support team responded quickly. The heavy operators rushed forward despite the intensive attacks of explosions and rune arrows, raised their psychic explosion-proof shields and formed a circle, instantly protecting their fallen companions.

"Quick, medical magic!" shouted a heavily armed operator.

The nearby medical operators immediately followed suit, their Administration's standard magic staffs flashing with soft light, and green healing rays sprinkled on the fallen operators, covering their ruptured wounds, quickly stopping the bleeding and relieving the pain.

Under their cover, the injured operators were quickly transferred to the rear and withdrawn from the battle.

At the same time, on the other side, the lurking slave army of the mind suckers and the violent demonized orcs let out earth-shaking roars, like a moving wall of meat, waving huge battle axes and rushing towards the Administration's defense line.

The orc's eyes were red, filled with madness and desire for killing. His battle axe swept through the air, and the wind pressure it created even shook the air.

"Hold on!" A heavily armored operator roared, and his voice was transmitted to the entire team through the communicator.

The heavy-armored operators in the front row quickly raised their mental explosion shields, and their iron-like formation was like an impregnable barrier, meeting the violent attack of the orcs.

The huge battle axe chopped on the explosion-proof shield, causing the operators' arms behind the shield to go numb, but they did not retreat at all, and their feet were firmly planted on the ground like nails.

"Open fire!" The sniper operator in the back row had already locked onto the target.

bang bang bang-

bang bang bang-

At the same time, the bolters let out deadly screams, and bullets poured forward like raindrops, accurately shooting at the violent demonized orcs.

An orc was about to swing his battle axe to attack again, but in mid-air, several high-energy bolt shells hit his head and torso directly.

In an instant, a huge force tore him apart, flesh and blood splattered, broken limbs and arms scattered on the battlefield, and blood covered the ground.

Seeing this, another demonized orc roared and swung his battle axe, trying to break through the Administration's defense line.

However, just as he took a few steps, the guards on both sides reacted quickly, pulling out their chainswords. With a low "sizzling" sound, the chainsword blades instantly bit into the orc's body.

The iron-toothed blade spun rapidly, and the demonized orc was completely unable to resist. His body was cut into pieces in an instant, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and he fell into a pool of blood.

The soul suckers felt the crisis approaching and launched even more ferocious psychic attacks.

Invisible mental shock waves attacked the operators of the Administration like huge waves, and a piercing whistle was faintly heard in the air. Several operators could not withstand such a strong mental attack, covered their heads in pain, and fell to the ground, with extreme pain on their faces.

But more operators gritted their teeth and forcibly withstood the psychological shock, and the fire support from the back row never stopped.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

Wave after wave of explosive bullets poured out. Several spirit suckers were unable to dodge in the air and were torn apart by the rain of bullets. Their flesh and blood exploded in the air along with flames.

"The back row support operator releases the slow magic!"

The roar of Father Steel Seal resounded throughout the battlefield. At the same time, he raised the iron arm in his right hand and directly smashed the head of an approaching orc. With his left hand, he took out his modified bolter and shot at several enemies in front who were trying to break through the line. With the roar of "bang bang bang", the enemy heads cracked one after another.

The auxiliary operators responded quickly. They also raised the Administration's standard magic wands and combined with the resources of the peripheral genealogy think tank [Adam] to assist.

Powerful EVE particles surged, and a large amount of slow-moving magic began to impact the mind absorber's telekinetic barrier.

click-

click-

click-

The slow magic burst out a faint blue light in the air, tightly binding the spirit suckers in mid-air. As if being pulled by invisible ropes, the spirit suckers were forcibly dragged down from mid-air.

"Special operators, press on and harvest!"

At Father Steel Seal's command, the special operators took quick action.

They held micro bolters in their left hands and chainswords in their right hands, and marched in groups of three, like a precision-operated machine.

Those soul suckers who were dragged down had just struggled to stand up when they were accurately hit by the special operators' bolter rifles. Then the chainswords were swung, and blood and flesh splattered, tearing the soul suckers' bodies into pieces.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. The streets were filled with explosions and fighting, blood and fire were intertwined, corpses piled up like mountains, blood dyed the ground of the entire area red, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and death.

At this moment, the battlefield was a one-sided massacre, and the black-robed operators of the Administration showed amazing combat skills.

The well-trained operators moved with precision and coordination, and the bolters and chainswords worked together seamlessly, resulting in a complete massacre.

The mind suckers and their enslaved races had no idea that the Authority would suddenly launch an attack without warning, without hesitation, swiftly and violently.

Their pre-planned negotiation and pressure strategies collapsed in an instant, leaving only the baptism of blood and fire.

The streets were littered with corpses, and the soul suckers fell in pools of blood. Some were directly blown into a bloody mess by explosive bombs, with their heads blown open. The air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

The conceited spirit suckers were unable to fight back under this fire suppression, and most of them were violently suppressed.

The enslaved demonized orcs were turned into cold corpses under the efficient firepower and chainswords of the guards.

The number of psychic suckers and slave races that survived was less than one tenth.

At this moment, the leader of the mind suckers, Azaz Malchorn, who was buried in the ruins, finally struggled to crawl out of the ruins of the building. Covered in tatters, he looked up at the battlefield, his eyes filled with unconcealable anger and despair.

All he saw was the scene of the troops who had once been loyal to him being ruthlessly slaughtered by the Administration, blood all over the ground, and screams echoing among the explosions.

"How dare you!" Azaz's mind-expanding voice was filled with uncontrollable anger and shock.

"How dare you!" His voice instantly rose an octave, with a sharp friction sound like nails scratching on a blackboard, and ripples appeared in the air around him.

"Damn inferior human beings!!!"

"You are blaspheming the Ilishid Empire! Trampling on the dignity of the great mastermind!!"

Amid this crazy roar, his hand trembled as he reached into his arms and pulled out a mysterious device that was glowing with a blue-purple glow - a perfectly seamless cube.

Each side was about 3 feet long, so smooth that there seemed to be no gaps, and it emitted strong mental energy fluctuations.

This is the anti-racial weapon of the [Illishid Empire] - the [Thought-Destroying Cube].

[Thought-Destroying Cube] is a high-level mind-arcane fusion device developed by the Mind-Drainer civilization, specifically designed to instantly destroy living things on a large scale without causing any physical damage to the environment or buildings.

Its construction relies on the powerful psionic powers of the mind-drainer combined with arcane technology, and it can release powerful mental energy in a destructive way, specifically targeting living beings, weakening or completely destroying the spirit and consciousness of the creature.

The cube amplifies the psychic energy of the mind absorber and releases a powerful psychic blast field that covers a wide area in a very short time.

The cube can only be activated by a mind-drainer or a creature with psionic powers.

The activator injects his mind into the cube, and the cube begins to accumulate energy.

Once the energy is fully charged, the cube releases a powerful wave of mind destruction, instantly forming a mental shock field.

This impact field will spread rapidly, covering a minimum diameter of about 6000 meters.

It can also automatically distinguish between friend and foe through telepathy, and the activator can also control the target of attack through [Telepathic Link] to avoid causing harm to allies.

Because this blast field only affects the mind and soul of a living being and does not cause damage to any physical structure (such as buildings, weapons or objects), it makes it an accurate and efficient killing tool in the conquests and invasions of civilizations by the mind suckers.

Moreover, not only can it instantly trigger "thought-annihilation waves" over a large area, it can also adjust its attack mode to focus on a single target or a high-intensity mind-blast wave within a cone-shaped range.

Even high-level transcendents in the universe can become paralyzed, unconscious, or even die due to this powerful mental shock if they are not careful.

At present, the energy-storing attack range of the cube in the hands of the soul-sucking leader is 9000 meters.

Azaz's fingers gently touched the cube, and blue-purple light began to extend from its edges and converged in the center.

The light beam was like lightning, quickly forming a complex rune grid on the surface of the cube. The flashing energy net was like a huge web of death, gradually extending out, brewing some kind of unspeakable spiritual power.

"I want all of you to apologize for desecrating the glory of the Empire!"

Azaz's voice was filled with madness and anger, and the [Thought-Destroying Cube] in his hand emitted an increasingly dazzling blue-purple light, like a star about to explode.

Rune grids wandered across the surface of the cube, flashing with chilling fluctuations of power.

[Thought-annihilation Cube·Activate——]

[Strike mode: Destroy wave! ]

[Begin attacking the frame——]

The cube began to move as if it was given life, and a vortex of blue-purple energy slowly gathered in the center of the cube.

Azaz raised the cube high, ready to unleash the fatal blow, destroying everything in sight without hesitation.

However, at this critical moment, a hand accurately pressed down his raised arm.

The palm seemed light, but it contained irresistible power. It instantly suppressed his activated arm and forcibly pressed the cube in his hand down.

"What--?"

Azaz turned his head in shock, his eyes meeting a young man with blond hair and golden eyes.

The young man's golden hair gleamed slightly in the sunlight, his eyes shone with a chilling cold light, and a gentle smile hung on his handsome face.

The fourth sword bearer of Heaven...

Although the other party's smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, Asaz felt as if he was thrown into an ice cave and could not move.

At the same time, a [Mobius strip] with the symbol of ∞ appeared on the surface of the cube, firmly blocking this terrifying weapon of the Soul Sucker Empire.

"Ah, my," the blond young man laughed, his voice gentle but full of sarcasm, "This thing looks quite dangerous. How can we bring it to the new world so casually? Dear international friends...oh, no, it should be called foreign friends."

There was a sense of ease in his tone, as if he was teasing a tourist who had accidentally brought in prohibited items.

Asaz was shocked by this sudden change, and fear spread in his heart.

He turned his head tremblingly and looked at Xia Xiu, feeling an invisible sense of oppression enveloping his whole body.

He tried to resist, but at this moment he couldn't even utter a word.

Xia Xiu looked down at him, still maintaining that warm smile.

"According to the regulations, you will be punished for carrying such dangerous things."

His voice was so gentle that it was almost terrifying, but to Azaz's ears, every word was like a death knell to his soul.

"You just said," Xia Xiu paused deliberately, as if he was thinking about what Azaz said, "even I have to be respectful and respectful to your great mastermind, right?"

Azaz's face turned pale instantly.

"Then I will teach you some special telepathic communication skills according to the way you mind absorbers do."

"Among us humans, there is a special kind of mental magic, which people usually like to call - the Great Memory Restoration Technique."

The voice of the fourth sword-wielder in Heaven became increasingly low, with a chilling determination in his tone.

"The first stage of this technique is..."

"Break limbs."

The blond young man said it lightly, as if it was a very ordinary thing.

Then, with a look of disgust, he released his hand that was holding down Azaz's arm.

As he let go, a purple-gold incarnation emerged from Xia Xiu's body, like a god descending to the earth.

Azaz wanted to resist, but the next second, a huge gravity instantly enveloped him, as if several mountains were pressing down on him.

He didn't even have the chance to struggle. He was pinned to the ground and fell to his knees at the feet of the fourth sword-wielder of the Kingdom of Heaven, his body completely unable to move.

The purple-gold incarnation gradually expanded, enveloping Azaz like an irresistible shadow.

He tried desperately to pray, but no sound came out. Fear overwhelmed him like a tide.

This is not what we planned, those guys on the committee!!!

Flexing his wrist, [Sisyphus] has arrived in front of the soul sucker Azaz.

Do not……

Click! ! ! !
(End of this chapter)