Chapter 780 Thank You for the Hospitality

This sword is Melor's favorite trophy, his honor, and his most suitable weapon.

Unlike the sabers around the waists of many nobles, they are just exquisite decorations. It can be used to kill people, and it is better at killing people, just like its name - Hecate. Unfortunately, it has been silent for a long time. Many people Even forget it's there.

The magnetic levitation chair is even more amazing... In fact, as a means of transportation, it is only a trivial function.

Henrietta had already come down from above and was standing on the ground, with a white silk robe hanging around her ankles, her somewhat hunchbacked body bent in a slight arc, no extra expression could be seen on that old face, she just looked at it calmly Anthem Will of the Second Floor.

Every time he came to Hal Palace, he sat on a magnetic levitation chair, or carried a silver cane on his knees, or inserted it into the slot of the seat, and he never brought guards, at most two butlers who were also aged.

The old faction and the new faction have been fighting openly and covertly for so many years, and Psalmwell could set up an ambush in Hal's palace, and kill the political opponents when there is no one around Henrietta. But he didn't do that, and he didn't even make any tentative behavior.

Many people wondered why the wise and mighty King didn't do anything, and what was he worried about.

Some people think that the reason why Anthem Will not do it is because he is not sure of killing Henrietta.

Undoubtedly, the Prince Regent was an old man with no superhuman physique at all. He also had no guards accompanying him. The only things that could protect him from harm seemed to be the magnetic levitation chair and the silver crutches.

People only speculate like this, but they have never seen the real purpose of the magnetic levitation chair and silver crutches, but today, they are finally activated, revealing their true colors, which also confirms those people's guesses.

Hymn Will is not without the courage to engage in an ambush. But dare not engage in an ambush.

The magnetic levitation chair that was originally suspended in the air has landed on the ground, and the modules such as the armrests, seat back, and seat cushions on both sides are automatically unfolded and transformed into a double-cross platform.

The upper cover of the sealed compartment of the central unit of the magnetic levitation chair is opened. A basketball-sized azure crystal was pushed outside, exposed to the air. The magnetic energy unit originally fixed at the bottom slides along the outer cross track formed by the armrest, chair back, and seat cushion and the inner cross track formed by the airtight cabin of the central unit. A ring-shaped magnetic energy unit array is formed.

The transformation process may sound lengthy, but in fact it only takes a few breaths. As the crystal erupted with a dazzling light, the magnetic energy units lit up one by one, ejecting a stream of silver-blue particles outward, spreading into a semicircular protective cover in the air, enveloping Henrietta and Melore.

From a distance,

The surface of the protective cover seems to be flowing with sparkling water ripples, which is actually similar to the head ring worn by Freya that can activate the diamond-shaped shield.

The s-series clones with scorpion tails are actually the leader of the clones that Roy encountered on the seashore of "Nasero". There are 3 major alienation parts, namely the strong and flexible scorpion tail that can be freely retracted, the right arm of the blade suitable for melee combat, and the left arm that sprays strong corrosive liquid.

However, whether it was the acid liquid sprayed by the s-series clones or the projectiles fired by the St. George-class power armor, when they hit the silver-blue shield, they just spread out circles of ripples, and then were melted into a wisp of gray smoke. curl into the air.

Henrietta's magnetic levitation chair for transportation. It turned out to be an Ipsilon relic with protective capabilities.

Six s-series clones, plus six black warriors in St. George-class power armor, and Turamon who got an assault rifle from nowhere. A large number of warheads were released towards the silver-blue shield.

Melore stood within the range of the shield, with angry flames in his eyes, and his frowning made the scar look even more hideous.

He was not reconciled, really not reconciled. Although those guys outside couldn't break through the shield, he couldn't use the "Hecate" to kill Turamon, he could only watch the other party pull the trigger again and again, bombarding the shield indiscriminately.

If it was Tang Fang, maybe he would look at his opponents with a smile on his face, and then ask them in a very sincere and sincere tone if they are tired and flustered? Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea? Eat some snacks, and continue the attack just now after recharging your energy. He has time to play with them and enjoys playing with them. Because it's really fun.

Melor was not Tang Fang, he didn't have the time to speak ill of Turamon, he just wanted to use "Hecate" to kill that junior who didn't have any manners.

There are no brothers in the battlefield, no father and son in the power field, let alone uncles and nephews who have no feelings.

Although Turamon has some similarities with his personality, they are both warriors who hate political struggles and like to speak with their fists, but he never liked this nephew, even when Turamon was a teenager many years ago. Because Turamon didn't know how to respect, and was used to stepping on the loser's head to take honor, instead of giving respect to his opponent like a real knight.

To put it simply, Turamon is used to trampling cockroaches to death, just to listen to the crisp sound of carapace bursting. He won't do it because it's useless, because it doesn't make sense. Real warriors will not bully the weak, they will only declare war on the strong, even if they are repeatedly defeated, they will be defeated repeatedly, and they will not give up lightly.

It is precisely because of such values ​​that he got into many troubles when he was young, and even almost lost his life a few times, such as the duel with the Austro-Hungarian prince of the Sauron Empire, which left a scar on his forehead, but he also won " Hecate" ownership.

All in all, Turamon is influenced by character and likes to resort to force in many things. But he regards the warrior spirit as a value and fights for his ideals.

Henrietta said: "It won't help if you are so impatient, it won't help Tang Fang at all."

"I just want to behead Turamon."

Henrietta coughed lightly: "That's your own nephew."

"Yes, my own nephew is shooting his two uncles with an assault rifle." Melore turned his head to look at the side of his face covered with age spots, and said, "If I kill him, will you be sad?"

Henrietta thought about it seriously, then shook her head: "I will calmly accept this fact."

"Then what if I'm the one who died?"

Without thinking about it, he said, "It will be sad."

"So...you can forget about having such a nephew." Melore said with narrowed eyes, and he held Hecate's hand even tighter.

Kyrenia watched the battle outside calmly, not surprised by the sudden change of the magnetic levitation chair, nor excited by the conversation between the two old men.

The shock generated by Tang Lin holding Elena falling on the north side of the square woke up Turamon, and he turned his gun. Sweeping a row of bullets towards the two.

As the lightning flashed, the bullets fell from the sky, splashing waves in the ditch.

Tang Lin simply picked up Elena. Quickly ran across the stone bridge, while avoiding the second shot. With a wave of the left hand.

Turamon suddenly felt a surge of suction, and the hand holding the gun couldn't hold it steady at all. The weapon came out of his hand, spun several times in the air, and finally fell into Tang Lin's hands.

His face suddenly became extremely ugly. He didn't expect Tang Lin to have such an ability that he could shoot the assault rifle in his hand from the air.

Because Melore and Henrietta did not evacuate the atrium, and because Hymnwell's side clearly had the upper hand. Only then did he dare to stand here, using the assault rifle he snatched from the guards to vent the long-suppressed hatred and anger in his heart.

After all, he had been a soldier for half his life, and he didn't panic because his gun was taken away. There were many guards lurking around the courtyard, and there were snipers a little farther away, and they wouldn't give Tang Lin a chance to shoot.

Unfortunately, he miscalculated, the snipers who should have been in position did not shoot, and the guards did not rush out to save him.

Tang Lin's hand holding the gun slightly turned without any hesitation. Pulled the trigger.

Da da……

The striker-type assault rifle made an unclear sound, and several bullets went straight to Turamon's chest.

Just when the rapidly spinning warhead was about to hit the target, a silver light flashed. A black warrior wearing St. George's power armor blocked the flight path of the bullet, using his body as a shield to protect Turamon behind him.

Although the Striker Assault Rifle is the latest product in the series, it can have a good effect on the Pilgrim-class power armor, but it obviously won't work against the St. George-class power armor.

Amidst the dull ping-pong sound, sparks splashed, and the warhead only left some dents on the armor surface before being blown away.

"Cut..." Tang Lin threw away the striker assault rifle. After glancing at the situation ahead, he decided to bring Elena into the shield under Henrietta's cloth first. Go back and clean up Turamon.

He needs to worry about Elena's life safety, and his mobility is also greatly restricted. With all hands and feet tied, it is impossible to exert maximum combat effectiveness. After all, unlike Freya, he can fly in the air, and he can't trigger a large-scale thunder storm.

When Tang Lin safely rescued Elena and landed on the north side of the square, Tang Fang had a hand-to-hand fight with Mr. J.

The bursting electric light twisted a web of thunder light around the pair of blue arms, the high-voltage current penetrated the air and made continuous creaking sounds, and the highly compressed current gathered into a dazzling light cluster in the palm of Mr. J, knocking Keha The light of the three North brothers was covered up.

This is one of the powerful skills endowed to him after implanting the tissue cells of the Ipsi dragon. Although it is not as good as Freya next to Tang Fang, in terms of attack form and combat experience, that girl is ten times behind him. Thousands of miles.

He is Lord Noah's confidant and favorite general. It can be said that both he and Athena are the children of that adult, given life, abilities, and the meaning of existence.

The surging light waves swept across the first floor, and Mr. J almost turned into an electric man, stabbing at Tang Fang opposite at a very fast speed.

"Chidori?"

When the silver light was blooming in the pupils, Captain Tang's brain suddenly started to wander, thinking of an anime character who always pretends to be x, always looks like a stinky fart, and thinks he is the lone star of the gods, and then he is very innocent. I thought about it honestly, what kind of expression would that guy show when he was fucked?

Yes? *Woolen cloth? Or *?

Of course, he has the capital to distract himself.

Mr. J did all his calculations, but he would never have imagined that the little aunt who played with electricity was just a harmless kitten in front of this man, or a humanoid self-propelled battery.

When the dazzling storm of light enveloped Tang Fang's body, he sighed, stretched out his right index finger nonchalantly, and gently pressed against the electric ball.

The sound of sighing was drowned in the thunder, and the movement of stretching out the index finger was somewhat feminine.

There was no bang, no flames to burn the corpses, it was as natural as the tender white bean curd lit by brine.

The moment his index finger landed on the light core, the light storm that originally filled the first floor and dyed the entire square into a blue-white world suddenly subsided like an inverted explosion.

The lights of the three Khanos brothers returned to the first floor, illuminating Mr. J's horrified face and Tang Fang's playful eyes.

"Thank you for the hospitality..." The voice was not loud, revealing a laziness and casualness.

But when Mr. J heard it, it seemed like a spell that could drive people crazy, full of irony and evil.

"How can it be?!"

"Why is this happening?!"

His palm stopped in the air, and faint electric glows flowed on the surface of his arm covered with blue scales.

Tang Fang's fingers stayed in the air for a moment, then retracted, and scratched the itchy nose.

As far as the power of the blow just now is concerned, it is enough to destroy a main battle tank. If the target is a human body, the flesh and bones will be incinerated and scattered at the moment of impact, turning into flying ash.

However, they just disappeared, in the blink of an eye, as if they were swallowed by an invisible black hole, disappearing into this world out of thin air.

The lore blow that he had placed high hopes on did not cause any harm to Tang Fang.

This is really ironic and even more incomprehensible. Then...he remembered what the kid said "Thank you for the hospitality".

Under what circumstances would such a term be used? Of course, as a guest, when enjoying the service of the host.

"The flow of electrons compressed into a ball of light was eaten by him?"

Is God playing a joke on him?

He suddenly remembered those rumors from the outside world. If it is true... I am afraid that this is the only way to explain the scene in front of him.

"You...are you really a hybrid of Epsilon and human?"

"That's right." Captain Tang nodded as a matter of course: "My mother is a human, and my father is an Epsilon."

Mr. J's thin face didn't have much flesh at all, but after hearing this sentence, he tried hard to squeeze it into a blind wild chrysanthemum.

"Silly x."

Tang Fang's second words woke him up, but it was too late, a blue-white light illuminated that face.

The light blade formed by high-energy electrons slashed from bottom to top, and cut off the right arm that had been stretched out before it could be retracted at the elbow. A shadow flew into the sky, accompanied by many lavender blood beads, together with those layered and intertwined scales, reflecting the light of the three Khanos brothers. (To be continued.)