Chapter 780： thanks for treatment

This sword is Mellor's favorite trophy, his honor, and his best weapon.

It’s not like the saber on the waist of many nobles, it’s just an exquisite decoration. It can be used to kill people, and it is more good at killing people. Just like its name-Hekati, it has been silent for a long time. Many people Even forget its existence.

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

Henrietta has come down from above and is standing on the ground. The white silk robe hangs around her ankles, and her slumped body is curved in a light arc. No extra expression can be seen on that old face, just a calm look. Hymn Will on the second floor.

Every time he came to the Haar Palace, he sat on the magnetic levitation chair, or carried the silver crutches on his knees, or inserted it into the seat card slot, and he never brought guards, at most two equally old butlers.

The old-school forces and the new-style forces have fought openly and secretly for so many years, and Hymn Will can set up an ambush in the Hall of the Palace, taking advantage of Henrietta’s side to lay down a killer in order to resolve political enemies. But he didn't do this, and he didn't even have any tentative behavior.

Many people wonder why His Majesty the wise King didn't do anything, and what he was worried about.

Some people think that the reason why Anthem Will not do it is because he is not sure that he will die.

There is no doubt that the regent is an old man who has no superhuman body at all. He also has no guards to accompany him. To say that he can protect himself from harm, it seems that only the magnetic levitation chair and silver cane are the only things he can do.

People are just guessing like this, but they have never seen the real use of the magnetic levitation chair and the silver cane, but today, they are finally activated, revealing their true colors, and also confirming those people's guesses.

It's not that Hymn Will has the courage to engage in ambushes. But not dare to engage in an ambush.

The magnetic levitation chair originally suspended in the air has fallen on the ground, and the armrests, chair backs, cushions and other modules on both sides automatically expand outwards, transforming into a double cross platform.

The upper cover of the sealed compartment of the central unit of the magnetic levitation chair is opened. A azure blue crystal the size of a basketball was pushed outside and exposed to the air. The magnetic energy unit originally fixed at the bottom slides along the outer cross track formed by the armrests, seat backs, and cushions and the inner cross track formed by the sealed compartment of the central unit. To form a ring-belt type magnetic energy unit array.

The deformation process is lengthy, but in fact it only takes a few breaths. As the crystals burst out with a dazzling light, the magnetic energy units lit up in turn, ejecting a stream of silver-blue particles, spreading in the air into a semicircular protective cover, enclosing Henrietta and Mellor.

From a distance, the surface of the protective cover seems to be flowing with sparkling waves, which is similar to the head ring worn by Freya that can stimulate the diamond shield.

The s series clones with scorpion tails are actually the leader of the clones Roy encountered on the beach of "Nasiro". There are 3 major parts of alienation, namely the scorpion tail, which is robust and flexible and can be stretched freely, the right arm of the blade suitable for close hand-to-hand combat, and the left arm that sprays strong corrosive liquid.

However, whether it was the acidic liquid sprayed by the s-series clones or the projectiles fired by the St. George-class power armor, hitting the silver-blue shield, only ripples spread out, and then it was melted into a plume of gray smoke. Curl into the air.

The magnetic levitation chair used by Henrietta to travel. It turned out to be the relic of a protective Ypsilon.

Six s series clones, plus six black warriors in St. George-class power armor, and Turamon, who did not know where to get an assault rifle. A large number of warheads were vented toward the silver-blue shield.

Mellor stood within the scope of the shield, eyes flashing with angry flames, and the frowning brows made the scar even more hideous.

He was very unwilling, really unwilling. Although it was impossible for the guys outside to break through the shield, he couldn't kill Turamon with "Hecarti", he could only watch the opponent pull the trigger again and again, bombarding the shield indiscriminately.

If you switch to Tang Fang, you might look at your opponent with a smile on your face, and then ask them in a very sincere and sincere tone if they are too tired? Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea? Eat some snacks, and continue the attack after the energy is finished. He has time to play with them and is happy to play with them. Because it's really interesting.

Mellor is not Tang Fang. He didn't bother to talk horrible things with Turamon, but wanted to stab the junior with no politeness with "Hecarty".

There are no siblings on the battlefield, no fathers and sons on the battlefield, let alone uncles and nephews with no emotions.

Although Turramon 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 many years ago when Turramon was a teenager. Because Turamon didn't know how to respect, he used to step on the loser's head to take honor instead of respecting 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 the carapace bursting. He won't do it because it doesn't make it, because it makes no sense. The real warriors will not bully the weak, they will only declare war on the strong, and even if they fail repeatedly, they will fail and fight again and again, and do not give up lightly.

It is precisely because of these values ​​that he caused many misfortunes when he was young, and on several occasions even almost lost his life. For example, the duel with the Prince of Austria-Hungary of the Sauron Empire left a scar on his forehead, but he also won. Hecate" ownership.

All in all, Turlamon was influenced by his personality and liked to resort to force in many things. He regarded the spirit of the samurai as a value, fighting for his ideals.

Henrietta said: "You can't help being so impatient, it won't help Tang Fang in any way."

"I just want to decapitate Turamon's head."

Henrietta coughed slightly: "That's your nephew."

"Yes, my nephew is shooting his two uncles with an assault rifle." Mellor turned his head to look at his age-spotted profile and said, "If I kill him, will you be sad?"

Henrietta thought for a while, then shook her head: "I will accept this fact calmly."

"Then what if the dead person is me?"

Without even thinking about it, he said, "I will feel sad."

"So... you can forget that there is such a nephew." Mellor said with squinting eyes, his hands tightening on Hecarty.

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

Tang Lin hugged Elena and fell on the north side of the square, which awakened Turlamon, and he turned his gun. Sweep a row of bullets towards the two.

In the flash of electric light, those bullets fell from the sky, splashing waves in the water.

Tang Lin simply picked up Elena. Quickly ran across the stone bridge, while avoiding the second shooting. A wave of his left hand.

Turamom suddenly felt a surge of suction, and the hand holding the gun couldn't hold the gun firmly. The weapon dropped out of his hand, whirled a few 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 to take the assault rifle in his hand.

Because Mellor and Henrietta did not withdraw from the atrium, and because Chanel Will obviously dominated. He dared to stand here, using the assault rifle that he had snatched from the guard to vent the hatred and anger he had suppressed for a long time.

After all, having been a soldier for half his life, he didn't panic because of his gun being seized. There were many guards hidden in the periphery of the atrium. There were snipers in the farther area. They would not give Tang Lin a chance to shoot.

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

Tang Lin's hand holding the gun turned slightly without hesitation. The trigger was pulled.

Da da……

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

Just as the rapidly rotating warhead was about to hit the target, silver light flashed. A black warrior wearing a St. George-class power armor blocked the bullet’s flight path, using his body as a shield to guard Turamon behind.

Although the striker-type assault rifle is the latest product in the series, it can have a good effect on the Pilgrim-class power armor, but it will obviously not be effective in the face of the St. George-class power armor.

In the dull ping-pong sound, sparks splashed, and the warhead only left some dents on the armor surface, and then it was shaken off.

"Cut..." Tang Lin dropped the striker-type assault rifle. After a glance at the situation ahead, he decided to take Elena into the shield under Henrietta. Turn around to clean up Turramon.

He needs to care about Elena's life safety, and his mobility is also greatly restricted. Without arms and legs, it is impossible to exert maximum combat effectiveness. After all, he is not like Freya, who can fly in the air, and can't cause a wide range of thunderstorms.

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

The burst of electric light meanders a woven net of lightning around the blue arms. The high-voltage current penetrates the air and emits continuous squeaking noises. The highly compressed current gathers in the palm of Mr. J's hand into a dazzling light cluster, which will bring Keha. The lights of the North Brothers were all covered.

This is one of the powerful skills given to him after implanting the tissue cells of the Ypsilon. Although it is not as good as Freya next to Tang Fang, the girl is ten less than him in terms of attack style and combat experience. Thousands of miles.

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

The surging waves of light swept across a floor, and Mr. J almost turned into an electric man, stabling the opposite Tang Fang with extreme speed.

"Chidori?"

When the silver light was blooming in his pupils, Captain Tang’s brain suddenly went into a slack, thinking of a certain person who always loves to dress x, always a pair of cocky ass, who thinks he is a lone star in anime characters, and then there is nothing What kind of expression would that guy show when he was exploded?

Yes? *What? Or *?

Of course, he has the ability to distract himself.

Mr. J has counted thousands of things, and he would never have thought that the grandmother, the little aunt who played with the video, was just a harmless little cat in front of this man, or a human-shaped self-propelled battery.

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

The sound of sigh was drowned in thunder, and the motion of extending the index finger was a bit feminine.

There was no blast, and there was no blazing corpse. Naturally, tender white bean curd was lit out by brine.

The moment his index finger fell on the light core, it was originally flooded with a layer of platforms, and the light storm that dyed the entire square into a blue and white world was like an explosion that was placed upside down, and suddenly disappeared.

The light of the three Khanos brothers returned to the first floor, illuminating Mr. J's amazed face, and also illuminating Tang Fang's jokes.

"Thank you for the hospitality..." The voice was not loud, and it was lazy and casual.

But when it fell into Mr. J's ears, it seemed like a curse that could drive people crazy, full of irony and evil.

"how is this possible?!"

"Why is this?!"

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

Tang Fang's fingers stayed in the air for a while, then retracted, scratching his itchy nose.

In terms of the power of the blow just now, it is enough to destroy a main battle tank. If the target is a human body, it will incinerate and shake the flesh and bones at the moment of hitting, turning it into flying ashes.

However, they are so gone, in the blink of an eye, they seem to be swallowed by an invisible black hole and disappear into this world out of thin air.

The final blow he had placed high hopes in did not cause any harm to Tang Fang.

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

Under what circumstances would such words be used? Of course, as a guest, enjoy the host’s service.

"Those electrons compressed into a ball of light was he eaten?"

Is God joking with him?

He suddenly remembered the rumors from the outside world, if it was true... I am afraid that only this would explain why the scene before him appeared.

"Are you...really a hybrid of Ypsilon and humans?"

"Yes." Captain Tang nodded naturally: "My mother is a human, and my father is an Ypsilon."

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

"Stupid x."

Tang Fang's second sentence awakened him, but it was too late, and a bluish-white light illuminated that face.

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