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No sooner had he finished speaking than a stone was thrown at him.
A cold glint flashed in Pera's glasses, and an unmanned aircraft flew out, stopping the rocks.
Crackling!
The mob threw stones, which all landed on the drone.
"Everyone! Follow me! Let's beat this guard up, strip him naked, and tie him up in front of everyone!"
The bald man roared.
The mob surged forward like a tidal wave, quickly blocking the escape route.
"Ignorant! Backward! Incurable!"
Spah muttered to himself, gripping his bat tightly.
"Hey, this pretty boy here has a dirty mouth."
The bald man grinned maliciously, leaned close to Spah's face, and sprayed his foul breath all over Spah's face.
"Kid, you're all smooth and delicate. Looks like you've hooked up with that Iron Guard officer over there, living off his money, huh? Hehe! Forget about that four-eyed steel wool over there, my cock tastes better..."
Before the bald man could finish speaking, he flew out like a shooting star.
He crashed into people, sending more than a dozen rioters flying, before finally stopping and lying on the ground.
The mobster Jack helped him up, only to see that the bald man's cheek was dented, and his teeth, stained with blood, had all fallen out with a clatter.
He looked like he wouldn't live much longer.
"This monstrous strength... is it even human?"
Jack trembled as he looked at Spa, only to see the man standing like a star under the orange streetlights.
Spah raised his golden bat high, and blood dripped down the tip of the bat and onto the ground.
In an instant, Jack was gripped by fear, his legs freezing in place as if they were coated with wax.
Don't go! You'll die! You'll die!
he told himself.
"Kill! Kill!"
Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, and the mob surged forward. Jack followed the crowd and rushed toward Spa.
In just two seconds, Jack rushed to Spa, raised the metal shovel high, and smashed it down on Spa's head.
The next second, Jack felt a buzzing in his head and lost consciousness.
Spah stood in the middle of the road, swinging his baseball bat and creating gusts of wind that sent the mob flying.
Click!
Click, click, click...
The sound of bones cracking rang out one after another. Blood bloomed in the air like flowers, and broken teeth clattered and fell to the ground.
"I know that you in the lower districts live in hardship and have a lot of grievances in your hearts. You wish you could turn the world upside down!"
Spah gripped the iron bar so tightly that veins bulged on his brow: "However, no matter how down on your luck you are, there are some things you shouldn't do!"
As he spoke, he swung his wrist, the baseball bat creating a series of afterimages as it struck the mob, causing them to cry out in despair.
Pera stared at Spa's retreating figure as if witnessing a god descending to earth.
So strong
No! It's not a question of whether it's strong or not!
With my abilities, I could easily fight my way out of the mob, but... sigh! I was just too hesitant.
As Spall said, since the mob has crossed the line, they should be punished! There's no need to show leniency!
Spall is a man who acts with a clear conscience; his mental strength is simply unmatched by ordinary people!
The more Pera looked at Spa, the more incredible he seemed.
Boom! Boom boom boom!
A loud bang came from not far away.
Pera was slightly taken aback and looked toward the source of the sound, only to see the mob pushing out a machine and heading straight for the battlefield.
When Pera saw the machine's appearance clearly, she was immediately startled.
It was a machine-covered machine, five or six meters tall, and from a distance it looked like a giant mountain.
Even more terrifying, the machine had a cannon muzzle, a full two meters in diameter. Orange flashes of light emanated from the center of the muzzle.
Thor's hammer!
Pera understands this machine.
Although it is used for mining, it has the power to cleave mountains. If used for warfare, it would be enough to wipe out a battalion of Silvermane Iron Guards.
"Watch out! Spa!"
Pella shouted, but before she could finish speaking, she saw the mob retreat like a receding tide, and Thor's hammer spewed flames.
boom!
The flames engulfed Spa.
Chapter 77 I Will Embrace the Sun
Orange flames swept across the ground, kicking up mud, sand, and rocks, which crackled and spewed outwards.
"Damn it! Who brought out the blasting cannon? Are they trying to raze half the town to the ground?"
Among the people, someone shouted curses.
The mob looked at each other, unsure how to react.
Two seconds later, someone suddenly screamed, and in an instant, chaos erupted.
The mob pushed and shoved each other as they retreated toward the edge of the battlefield.
Unfortunately, the square was narrow, but the mob had gathered more than a hundred people, leaving no room to escape.
They huddled together like sandwiches, watching the flames grow larger and larger, and the heat waves rolled in.
There were over a hundred people in the square, and their faces all turned black.
boom!
As the flames dispersed, the mob closed their eyes and awaited their deaths.
However, death did not come.
The mob opened their eyes and saw a strange sight.
The flames floated, transforming into shooting stars, gathering in mid-air, and turning into a crimson fireball.
Spah stood beneath the fireball, outstretched his palm, and gently held the fireball, as if lifting a miniature sun.
This...this,this...
The mob was dumbfounded, but none of them dared to move. Some of the more timid ones even wet themselves in fear.
"He...this is just too outrageous!"
Pera, standing beside Spa, felt things far more directly than anyone else.
Flames converged in mid-air, scorching and colliding, releasing layers of heat that scorched her skin.
Sweat dripped down, then evaporated quickly.
But Pera didn't care about the heat; she just pursed her lips and silently gazed at Spa's back.
Spah straightened his back, his whole body shimmering with golden light, and raised the fireball high. In Pella's eyes, that posture was like that of a god.
I... I worried for nothing.
The annihilation of a battalion was probably as insignificant as hot spring water in Mr. Spall's eyes.
Pella wasn't the only one who observed the scene.
A purple figure appeared outside the war zone.
She wore a purple combat suit and had long, dark black hair. What was most striking was the scythe she held that was taller than a person.
Hill, a member of the Lower District Fire organization, is responsible for maintaining order in the Lower District.
Today, while she was on patrol, she unexpectedly learned that a riot had broken out among residents around the Goethe Hotel.
Out of a sense of responsibility, Hill rushed to the scene immediately without hesitation, but he was still a step too late.
She saw outsiders and local residents fighting each other.
"A chaotic battle" might not be the most accurate description; in Hill's view, it was practically Spall single-handedly assaulting over a hundred people.
Too...too unbelievable
We must stop them to prevent further casualties!
Hill pondered for a moment, then gripped his scythe and charged straight into the battle.
But she had only gone halfway when she heard a rumbling sound and a blasting cannon was pushed out.
"..."
Hill took off running.
Even as the top expert in the lower district, Hill could only dodge when faced with the mountain-splitting weapon.
boom!
An explosion rang out, and Hill opened his eyes slightly, only to see an unbelievable scene.
No one died, only a godlike man, holding aloft a fireball, surveyed the mob.
Hill knew that this was the gaze one would give to an ant.
This force of destiny! This oppressive feeling!
That outsider seems capable of slaughtering the entire lower district!
Hill felt himself trembling.
She instinctively took out her phone and made a call.
At that moment, Spa took action.
He held the fireball aloft, took a step, stomped heavily on the ground, and moved closer to the mob before him.
The mob immediately retreated like a tide.
Spare continued walking forward, and the mob quickly retreated. Spare turned around, and the mob breathed a sigh of relief.
Kosper then walked to the other side.
The mob on the other side immediately broke out in a cold sweat, shrank back, and retreated, only to be blocked by the wall.
"I have no hostility."
Spall said in a cold, flat voice.
The mob dared not answer and could only nod.
"But you attacked me without my permission. So, should I retaliate against you?"
After Spas finished speaking, without waiting for anyone's response, he waved his wrist, and the fireball instantly transformed into thousands of meteors, showering down on the people.
Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom...
Gray fog rose, and orange flames flickered like stars, instantly engulfing the entire square.
Mushroom clouds exploded one after another. A gust of wind blew in, turning into sharp blades that sliced bricks and rubble into fragments.
When the clouds and mist cleared and the flames subsided, not a single rioter remained standing in the entire square.
They all collapsed to the ground, their bodies covered in black mud.
That's...that's cruel! It's downright demonic!
When Hill saw the corpses scattered all over the ground in the distance, his heart skipped a beat, as if he had been gripped by a giant hand and could not move.