From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 506 Massacre
On the high platform.

The federal heads who were originally sitting in the twelve chairs were now stunned by the giant stone sword that fell from the sky in front of them.

They opened their mouths, but no sound came out of their throats.

His eyes widened and his pupils shrank.

In such an unexpected situation, their bodies instinctively stiffened and the fear of the unknown suddenly struck them.

But soon, all twelve people stood up from their seats and stepped back, trying to stay away from the strange giant stone sword.

Swish!
And below the podium, the 500 representatives from various states and families sitting in the second seat were also in an uproar.

"what happened?!"

"Was it an accident?!"

"My Lord, this is horrible!"

"Go! Get out of here!"

Just as the crowd was about to leave and rush toward the exit through the aisle, an accident happened again.

Suddenly, a horizontal black line appeared on the platform. This black line was seven or eight meters long and directly crossed three of the chairpersons.

These three people are two men and one woman.

Their expressions were dull and their movements were frozen in time.

Immediately, it was cut in half!

The body was cut by that terrible black line!

Blood gushed out, and internal organs and broken arms fell!

The black line then opened into a crack, like an eye slowly opening. The crack was extremely deep, and felt like a crimson starry sky.

A figure slowly walked out of the crack.

The other nine chairmen on the podium looked at the figure in horror - it was a white-haired old man, holding a crystal clear, ruby-like sword in his hand.

There were eighteen swirling patterns on the sword.

"Parah Celsus!"

"He is the chairman of the Bremen Empire! The chief of staff of the tyrant Kaiser!"

"It's him?!"

"This is a decapitation operation launched by the Empire against us!"

"guard!!"

A female congresswoman in her fifties or sixties screamed and called out in fear to the federal guards stationed at Broadway Hall.

Dozens of guards in brown uniforms and berets rushed forward. They moved swiftly, firing at the old man holding a sword on the platform with their submachine guns.

Da da da!
Da da da da da! !

In an instant, gunfire broke out and bullets poured onto the platform like rain.

But the white-haired old man had an expressionless face, holding a blood-red sword in one hand, and swinging out a series of silver sword afterimages.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
The bullet was accurately blocked by the sword, sparks flying.

Amidst the flying bullets, the old man was unharmed.

Among the guards, the middle-aged man leading the team obviously recognized the identity of the white-haired old man and his face was horrified.

"Parra Celsus! Why is he here?!"

The middle-aged guard gritted his teeth and waved his hand.

"Mystic, follow me to encircle and suppress the Imperial Assassins!"

Following his order, five or six guards rushed forward.

This middle-aged captain of the guards is a level 3 spiritualist, while the others are all level 2.

They knew that the enemy was extremely powerful, but now they could only fight desperately. Every second they could delay was a second for reinforcements.

Only by waiting for the arrival of the "Golden Army" can we ensure the safety of the congressmen and make sure that the assassin will never return!

But just as they rushed out a dozen meters, before they had time to get close to the platform, a scarlet arc of electricity shot out from the white-haired old man's fingers and hit the middle-aged captain of the guards.

There was a crackling sound.

The man was disintegrated on the spot and disappeared without a trace.

Only a wisp of blue smoke remained where it was.

But it's not over yet.

The red electric arc actually split and bounced like a chain of lightning onto five or six people behind.

The few people who followed the captain of the guards in charging followed him, but before they could react, they were also followed by him and were instantly disintegrated and disappeared.

Pala raised his left hand slightly, and a number of finger-sized "soldiers" that looked like children's toys appeared in his palm.

It was the captain of the guards and others whom he had separated.

Whoosh!
Pala looked straight ahead and suddenly swung the "Philosopher's Sword" in his hand to the right.

The brilliant silver sword light formed an arc-shaped crescent, sweeping across and directly beheading the two male chairmen who were trying to escape.

As the two men were running wildly, their necks were cut off by the silver light, and their heads could not keep up with their bodies and rolled down halfway.

Thump thump!
The body continued to run forward for a few steps before suddenly falling into a pool of blood. Blood spurted out, the limbs twitched twice, and then there was no movement.

"I advise you not to try to escape."

Without even turning his head, Pala spoke to the seven chairmen and councillors behind him who had frightened faces.

"Stay here quietly."

"..."

The seven chairperson councillors looked at each other, not daring to speak, nor to follow the example of the two councillors whose heads and bodies were separated.

And the next second, their pupils all shrank and their mouths opened in fear.

The white-haired old man raised his left hand and clasped his five fingers together, with scarlet arcs of electricity bursting out from between his fingers, making crackling sounds.

The "soldier" toy was re-refined. Immediately, a black heavy machine gun appeared in his hand, and a yellow bullet belt extended from the magazine above the gun body, dragging on the ground, and covering six or seven layers.

The bullets of this machine gun are as long as a finger. With its fierce firepower, it can easily tear a human body into pieces!

The old man had an indifferent expression on his face. He held the gun in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, then he aimed at the crowd and pulled the trigger.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The gun flame shot out half a meter long and flickered continuously.

The piercing high-frequency gunshots roared suddenly, and the storm of bullets whizzed past. The crowded deputy parliamentarians in the audience were immediately killed and injured, with limbs, blood plasma, and internal organs flying everywhere.

Leather seats, human bodies, and tiles were all torn to pieces.

"what!"

"Ahhh!!"

There were constant screams, shrieks and cries.

Pala remained indifferent, without releasing his grip on the trigger. He just slowly turned the muzzle of the gun, letting the bullet hit the crowd.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

The blood mist exploded as they shot and killed.

In less than a minute, more than a hundred of the five hundred deputy congressmen fell, and most of the rest were injured by stray bullets and trampled. For a while, the "Hall of a Hundred Men" was in chaos.

The noise is endless and the panic is boiling!
A small number of people finally escaped to the exit, but they soon discovered in despair that the carved wooden door had disappeared...

Instead, there is a thick stone wall!

The stone walls are also engraved with rows of names of innocent people who died in the bombings in the cities of Brak and Bosvia.

The exits, windows and escape routes were all sealed in advance by Pala, using stone walls created on the spot by alchemy, so the congressmen in the conference hall had no way to escape!

All you can do is wait for death to come!

"what!!"

This group of federal congressmen, who originally held high positions and were well-known, revealed the ugly side of their human nature at this moment.

They screamed, cried, and hammered the stone walls, trying to escape, trying to stay away from the devilish white-haired old man on the platform.

But the gunshots did not stop, and bullets followed closely, tearing the group of people blocking the exit into pieces.

The smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to be condensed, the corpses rolled and fell, and the noise stopped abruptly.

The seven chairmen on the platform were trembling all over, their faces were pale, and cold sweat was pouring down. They were shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief, and they were so frightened that they almost fainted.

"devil……"

An old woman raised her finger and pointed at Pala who was holding a gun and a sword in front of her, and a hoarse sound came from her mouth.

"You damn devil! Para Celsus! The Federation will definitely demand revenge with blood, and make you pay the price for what you did today!"

"Chairman Leonidas will definitely destroy your Bremen Empire completely! Wipe out the imperial people from this world!"

The Speaker "Leonidas" she mentioned is like the head of an empire.

In fact, it is the "blind general" Baldini in the mortal world in November.

"Then let Leonidas try."

Pala shot at the crowd without looking back.

It was obvious that he didn't take the old woman's threat seriously.

The two sides are already at war to the death, so why should they fear revenge?
The reason why he wanted to make a machine gun for killing was actually to save energy.

Pala is old and no longer in his prime.

He cannot fight for long, so he must stay in the best condition to prepare for the subsequent encirclement and suppression.

When Pala's life was about to end, he came to the Federation alone with great ambitions, and he would not fall down easily.

His determination is as strong as iron. He is determined to burn every bit of his strength to make the Federation feel pain and suffer heavy losses!
This massacre at the "Hall of a Hundred Masters" killed many representatives from various states and families, and will surely plunge the federation into chaos for a long period of time.

It can be predicted that the turmoil caused by Pala will begin within the federation!

boom! ! !
Suddenly.

There was another huge roar.

The entire auditorium was shaken.

The exit door that was blocked by the alchemical stone wall suddenly exploded, and countless debris flew everywhere.

Boom boom boom! !

The roar continued.

The sealed windows were also broken.

One after another, aggressive troops filed in and rushed into the conference hall through the main door and windows.

The members of this unit are all tall and strong, with an average height of more than two meters. They are strong and strong, wearing brown military uniforms, wearing "gas masks" on their heads, and carrying strange square metal backpacks connected to breathing tubes.

"The Golden Army has finally arrived..."

Upon seeing this, Pala calmly turned his gun and shot at the encircling troops.

"I have been waiting for a long time."

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!
The bullets hit the fully-armed soldiers, but only made them stagger, not fall down. Even though their bodies were full of bullet holes, not even a drop of blood flowed out.

Pala was not surprised.

Because he knew very well that the Federation's "Golden Army" had fully completed biochemical transformation, and these soldiers had already left their mortal bodies.

"Are all the ordinary members already Beta level?"

Pala threw away the machine gun with a loud clanging sound and said indifferently.

Beta-level biochemically modified humans have the physical fitness of a third-level spiritualist, and the outstanding ones can even reach the general fourth-level level.

His gaze turned to the leading officers.

These officers also wore "gas masks", but in addition to their military uniforms, they also wore windbreakers and their hands were covered with black leather gloves with snake scale patterns.

"Even the officers have reached Alpha level!"

Alpha-level cyborgs have completely broken through the limits of the human body and possess the same physical qualities as the long-lived ones. Theoretically, the excellent ones can reach level 5 or even level 6!
(End of this chapter)