A man in the ark was forced to become a king

Among all the weapons deployed in the city, the city defense cannon is still ranked last. Generally, only the real controller of the city is qualified to activate it - because this weapon is too dangerous, even the city defense cannon with the smallest output It can easily blow up a block, and if it falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it will be a disaster for the entire city, like it is now.

The solid building was completely torn apart and crushed into fragments of different sizes. At the core of the bomb explosion, the road surface made of reinforced concrete had been completely lifted, exposing the steel structure supported below, which had already touched the urban area. The real core body of the block.

——The main structure of the city defense cannon usually adopts the form of electromagnetic propulsion, and the projectiles do not contain Originium components. Even so, there are still only a few people who can face such an attack.

The vast majority of people who face the bombardment of city defense artillery will suffer the same fate as those crossbowmen hidden in buildings - their bodies will not be stronger than eggs in the face of explosive impacts that can crush masonry walls into pieces. If you were a little closer, you might even be directly burned into slag by the high temperature of the explosion core.

W glanced at the bulldozed ruins and couldn't help but curse in a low voice to vent his irritable emotions.

Before she came to Syracuse, she considered many possibilities, such as the reason for the killer team, and methods such as poisoning and assassination. But in the end, those were just battles between people, and she never thought about it. Face to face with weapons of this size.

Fortunately, she was lucky to have a thick-skinned atavistic werewolf at the bottom, otherwise she might have returned to the golden tree by now.

But she survived, but what about the two wolves?

Opening up a broken floor, W didn't even have any hope anymore.

She didn't feel the familiar aura of golden blessing under the ruins at all. If the two wolves were still alive, she should be able to sense at least one of them, but now nothing - wait!

A blessing as weak as a firefly suddenly lit up from under the ruins. W was shocked in his heart and quickly accelerated the excavation speed. He roughly threw the broken construction waste aside to reveal narrow holes.

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"Are you Syracusans so violent? Are you always ready to bombard us?"

Sitting on the dilapidated ruins, W breathed a sigh of relief. The pain that had been suppressed suddenly burst out. Her cheeks twitched slightly in pain, and she couldn't help but ask.

She really couldn't understand the ins and outs of this city defense cannon.

Let’s just say that the people of Syracuse were simple and simple, and they liked to use city defense cannons as conventional weapons. Then they weren’t so reckless, were they?

It’s not like they are the only ones here, and those crossbowmen and the werewolf with atavistic bloodline are not considered human beings?

The key is, what deep grudge is worthy of the city defense artillery?It costs a lot of money to fire that kind of thing once, but gold is very expensive. That one shell is more than enough to hire a top-ranked killer on the black market. Is it necessary to just use the cannon?

"I don't understand why. To be honest, this is the first time in my life that I have seen the city defense cannon activated."

Lapland, the only pure Syracusan present, shook his head wildly, saying that even the Syracusans could not understand this.

It's not that she is belittling herself. Even before the bounty on Texas is cancelled, tying the two of them together is not worth the cost of a shell from the city defense artillery. What qualifications do they have to be bombed by the city defense artillery?

Moreover, this is not outside the city, but in the inner city.

Pointing the city defense artillery used to deal with military invasions and natural disasters at the inner city is a big deal. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is breaking the sky. Even the Lucchese family, one of the twelve families, would not do this very well. Better off.

It is true that this city is theirs, but as powerful as the Lucchese family, they also rely on the support of the small families and ordinary people below, so they must also abide by some established rules and cannot act arbitrarily.

When the shells of the city defense artillery landed in the city, it was like stepping on the rules underfoot, and the balance that was still maintained on the surface collapsed directly and disappeared.

Not only will other families use this as an excuse to attack them, but even the small families and civilians living in the city will be in danger, seriously affecting social stability - no one wants to live in a place where they may be bombarded by artillery at any time. In the city, you can still try to resist the man-made battles, but how can you resist this kind of bomb that will hit your head at any time?

This matter has no benefit at all to the Lucchese family, but that's what they did. Other than them, no one else has the authority to activate the city defense cannon.

Outrageous.

Lapland could only use these two words to describe her. In fact, she had always felt that the atmosphere in Syracuse was not quite right recently, whether it was because she was being hunted relentlessly regardless of the cost because she killed someone, or whether it was because she was being hunted down from the sky. The city defense cannons are so outrageous that they don’t conform to normal people’s thinking logic.

"Anyway, find a way to get out of here...hiss~"

Texas supported her body with one hand and sat up tremblingly from the ground. The bright red granulation on her leg that was pressed to a bloody mass grew rapidly and filled the wound, allowing her to regain some mobility. Although It still hurts, but it's better than being completely paralyzed.

She knew very well that if it weren't for the effect of that leaf, the best result now would be to lie under the ruins and wait for death. Just look at Lapland. Compared to her visible recovery speed, Lapland Except for one arm that can still move, nothing can be done. The bones of both legs are obviously broken, and even one arm is twisted into an unnatural angle. Being able to survive is considered extremely lucky.

"You two, let's go."

Leaning against a fragment of the wall, Lapland shook his head, his face indifferent.

"The patrol team and the city guards may have surrounded this place now. They are just waiting for the dust after the explosion to disperse. If we delay any longer, we will not be able to leave."

"..."

Texas' eyes were lowered as he struggled to get up from the ground and moved to Lapland's side. He didn't say anything, but just grabbed her good arm, leaned down, and tried to pull her to on the back.

"Hey, hey, hey, it hurts. Can you let me die in a dignified manner?"

Lapland rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched in pain, but he had no intention of moving.

"I don't have the same abnormal recovery ability as you. I can't even move now. You can't escape with me."

"Someone is calling for your life, so you have to live."

W stood up. The wound had completely healed in a short period of time, and there was no trace of injury at all.

The blessing of the golden tree on her body is not comparable to the inferior products like Dashimi. With the blessing as a foundation, she can recover quickly as long as she does not suffer fatal damage instantly. She can even be regarded as a weakened version of 'immortality' in a certain sense. body'.

For Lapland's situation, she also has a way to deal with it. The blessing of the golden tree cannot be distributed to other people, but the golden tree dew droplets condensed from the golden tree can also exert the same effect. Considering The mission goal was 'protection'. She also brought some with her after coming out this time, and she just needed them now.

"Hey, woohoo!"

Lapland stared and was about to speak when a hand wearing a tattered tactical glove pinched his cheek and roughly opened his mouth. He watched helplessly as a drop of bright yellow liquid flowed out of the reagent tube and fell into his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the pain in the body disappeared instantly, and a warm current emerged from the abdomen and flowed to the limbs. The flesh on the bloody legs spread out, and the drooping arms regained consciousness.

In a matter of ten seconds, the white wolf girl felt as if she had returned to her prime state, and all the energy she had consumed had been replenished.

"Huh? Are you ready?"

She jumped up from the ground, stamped her feet in surprise, and found that nothing happened, as if the severe injury and dying just now were an illusion.

What kind of magical healing potion is this?The effect is too good, right?

Compared with this thing, inferior goods bought on the black market should be thrown into the sewer!

But thinking that the recovery effect of this potion seemed to be the passivity of some people, Lapland's surprise faded a lot. Her eyes swept over the tears in the clothes of Texas and the mercenary, and she felt a little bit. A little sour.

The abnormal recovery power of those two guys is basically a permanent effect, right?

It was obviously such a serious injury that it would be fatal to an ordinary person. How long did it take for him to act like he was fine?

If she had this ability, would she be hunted down in such a panic?

It's a pity that there are some things that cannot be envied. Thinking of the formidable mental state of Daximi and this mercenary woman, Lapland felt uneasy again.

Although Texas' current performance is still normal, she still has enough reasons to suspect that their recovery ability is all replaced by their brains.

"I always feel like you are thinking about something very bad."

Texas glanced at her, his expression calm, and he was secretly relieved.

"Everyone, now is not the time for small talk."

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps approached quickly, and Dashimi ran over across the explosion with a faint mist wrapped around her body, her face full of anxiety.

"The city guards are already gathering here. Now all the city areas are beginning to be sealed off. The patrol team is outside and will enter here soon. We should leave as soon as possible."

"As expected."

W had already anticipated this outcome, and she had such plans when she did not let Daximi come with her. As an internal member of the Lucchese family, he had sufficient reasons to sneak in after the Lucchese family members arrived. Inside, provide support for them.

Even if there were no city defense cannons, the melee in the street would definitely attract the attention of the city managers.

"If you can move, leave quickly. We don't have time to care about that werewolf. We'll talk about it later. Let's leave first."

"Ah."

Texas and Lapland looked at each other and had no objections. As long as they were rational people, they would not want to stay here and face the regular army responsible for defending the entire city. There is no point other than to die.

However, before they could make any move, the smoke and dust that had not dispersed in the air seemed to be dispersed out of thin air by some invisible force and suppressed to the ground. A heart-stopping pressure swept over, mixed with a faint smell of blood, It made everyone stop.

da~

da~

da~

The tapping sound of leather shoes on the hard surface came from far to near, and each step seemed to span an extremely long distance.

For an instant, the three Syracusans present felt a sense of extreme danger, as if something was staring here, and a bone-chilling chill emerged from every inch of the surrounding space, as if sharp blades were pointed at them.

W didn't feel that way, but he still felt very uncomfortable. His whole body seemed to be soaked in extremely viscous liquid, and even moving his arms became a bit laborious.

da~

da~

da~

The footsteps are still approaching, and the slender shadow is walking through the scattered smoke, the gray hair is fluttering in the breeze, and the old face is full of anger.

"Leave? None of you can leave."

As his words fell, a dark and violent momentum came over like a hurricane, as if even the light dimmed at this moment.

The air fluctuated and twisted, and dark red shadows emerged from the invisible, condensing into a giant object more than ten meters high behind the old man.

That is, a wolf.

Chapter 20 The golden tree blooms from flesh and blood

There are numerous races on the land of Terra, such as Sakaz, Sakota, Ursus, Pelo, Luper, Safra, Felin, Vaifan, etc. Some of them are strong and weak. The strength of the strong and the weak is very different. Therefore, in the long historical evolution, many ways of dividing strength have emerged.

Basically every country and even every large company and large organization has its own way of division and a relatively complete strength system.

However, the evolved division of strength is not completely accurate, because there are many factors that determine strength, and neither pure destructive power nor power that can be realized in completely different ways can be clearly quantified.

The Origin Stone skill that is good at controlling water flow will be greatly reduced if placed in a desert without water. Similarly, the ability to control fire will be difficult to exert its power in the ice and snow.

Therefore, the so-called division of strength can only be regarded as a judgment factor and a label most of the time, with limited practical significance.

But among the many classification standards, there is one that has been recognized by most people since ancient times, and that is the embodiment of bloodline.

——After strong men from different races mobilize their own strength to the extreme, they will embody the shadows of ancient ancestors hidden deep in their bloodline. This means that the exploration of their own bloodline has reached a very deep level, which means that The ultimate control of power.

The strong ones who can achieve this step are fundamentally different from ordinary people. Their life level has reached another level, they can do all kinds of incredible things, and they can even form an army by one person.

If we go one step further and summon the shadow of the bloodline from illusion to reality, then even the auxiliary healing ability that is least good at fighting can exert extremely destructive power - the shadow of the ancestors appears in the form of a giant object. It is an extremely powerful weapon in itself, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The giant crimson wolf that appeared above the bombed ruins was such an existence.

Staring at those blood-colored pupils, everyone present felt their scalps go numb, and even their breathing slowed down unconsciously.

That is the instinctive fear of the weak towards the strong.

Predators from higher levels can pose a fatal threat to weak creatures with just their breath.

"Two cubs, a traitor, and Sarkaz."

The old man didn't have any weapons in his hands, or in other words, he just stood there and turned the invisible air into the most terrifying sharp blade.

He approached slowly with unhurried steps. It didn't look very fast, but he easily crossed the distance of hundreds of meters. Without shouting, his words rang clearly in everyone's ears.

The giant crimson wolf stood behind him, looking down, as if there were invisible mountains pressing down on everyone's shoulders.

"Sarkazi, why did you appear on the land of Syracuse? Has no one taught you the rules?"

Although it was a question, the old man had no intention of asking anyone to answer. He just spoke to himself. Astonishing murderous intent spread around him, blocking everyone's mouths, even the most arrogant W. Don't dare to speak casually at this time.

"Oh, that's right. He's just a lost dog whose own country is in pieces."

His eyes swept across, and finally settled on Texas. There was a strange color in his eyes, and silently, the pressure that had enveloped the black wolf dissipated.

"Now, Texan Bloods, tell me what happened here and what you did."

"We didn't do anything. As soon as I arrived in the city, Norman Lucches attacked me. My companions came to the rescue, but they almost died from the bombardment of city defense artillery."

Texas didn't know who this old man was, but she knew very well that when facing such a strong man, it was best not to talk useless nonsense or take the initiative to provoke him, which would drag everyone into the abyss.

At least he hasn't taken action yet, which means they still have a chance.

"Norman, oh, Norman."

The old man casually glanced at the explosion crater in the distance, then looked away and nodded slightly.

"Honest cub, you know nothing about this, then, as agreed, as the last bloodline of Texas, you can leave."

"I……"

Texas raised his head and looked directly into the old man's eyes: "What about them?"

"they?"

The old man shook his head indifferently, and the heavy pressure fell again. The cold murderous intention penetrated into the body through the pores, making Texas's body tremble.

"You can leave because you're Texas, who are they?"

"Don't challenge my patience, and don't take my kindness for granted."