The port of Brest, fifteen kilometers off the English Channel, has a small town called Romanlov.

This town is not surprising on the map, and few people even know that there is such a town here, however, Jiang Xiaobai learned from Lathorne that this town is actually a stronghold of the armed forces of the Rothschilds, and there are mercenaries loyal to the Rothschilds.

Jiang Xiaobai stood on a high ground, overlooking the small town of Romanloff a few kilometers away.

In his field of vision, there were at least five or six hundred people in this town, and the only one who entered the entrance to the town was guarded by eight heavy machine guns with powerful firepower, and there were sentries walking around with rocket launchers on the tall buildings on both sides.

Inside, with machine guns, pickups, chariots, and even two mighty tanks, the town is a well-guarded war fortress!

Lathorne stood next to Jiang Xiaobai, pointed to the town in front of him and said:

"These mercenaries, each of them has retired from the battlefield, they are proficient in modern thermal weapons, and each of them has been injected with different levels of genetic potions, if they are annihilated, even for the Rothschilds, it will definitely be a huge loss, and then he will know what a terrible enemy he has provoked!"

Jiang Xiaobai listened to Lathorne's words, and secretly spoke, no wonder these mercenaries felt so familiar to him, it turned out that they were all genetic warriors.

The Rothschild family really deserves to be the Sixth Empire in Europe, with five or six hundred genetic warriors, and this is only part of his family's strength.

You must know that now on the foreign black market, an A-grade genetic drug has been speculated to tens of millions of dollars, and even if it is a second-grade B-grade drug, it starts at two million.

Five or six hundred genetic warriors, even if they were all injected with the lowest-level B-grade medicine, would cost more than a billion dollars, and it would only be more, not less.

"What are you going to do, rush in directly?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.

Lathorne smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "Oh, ginger, my friend, rampage, that's how werewolves fight, and we, elegant dark mages, don't do that, now, let me give them a big gift!"

“@$ty#&……”

As soon as Lathorne raised his hand, the dark mages behind him began chanting obscure incantations.

Jiang Xiaobai felt that the temperature of the air around him had risen sharply, exceeding 500 degrees Celsius in an instant.

Wisps of dark black flames converged in mid-air with the spells and prayers of these magicians, forming a cloud of fire a hundred meters square.

He is worthy of being a dark magician, even if it is the magic used, the first impression is eerie!

The clouds of fire grew larger and larger, illuminating half of the sky in a dark red.

In the small town of Romanlov, a square-faced mercenary who was more than two meters tall and muscular like a hill bounced up from the bed, kicked the door open, and walked outside.

This person is the mayor of Romanloff Town, and the leader of the mercenaries, the SS-level genetic warrior, codenamed White Bear, because he had a record of killing thousands of pounds of polar bears with his bare hands before he was injected with genetic drugs.

The white bear looked up and saw a blazing cloud of fire looming over his head.

"Dark magic, damn it, organize a counterattack!" The white bear roared, bent his knees slightly, and then slammed into it, shooting out like a cannonball.

Lathorne and the dark mages behind him turned on the computer and the mercenaries resisted, a look of disdain on their faces.

"Enjoy these flames from Hell, Dark Magic, Burning City!"

A cloud of fire descended, enveloping the entire town of Romanlov.

Call!

This flame from hell, extremely hot and corrosive, melted the buildings in the town almost the moment it fell, and the weaker mercenaries were reduced to a pinch of ashes before they even realized what was happening.

Three minutes later, the entire town of Romanloff had turned into a white field, full of scorched marks, and even the guns and shells made of steel had been melted into molten iron.

"How's it going, Ginger, do you think the power of dark magic is okay?"

Although Lathorne was asking, the expression on his face was clearly waiting for Jiang Xiaobai to praise him.

"Yes, that's good!"

You know, it was Lathorne's men who were sold just now, and neither he nor Lathorne were involved.

Each of these dark mages is not too strong, and most of them will be beaten against mercenary genetic warriors of the same level, but when more than thirty dark mages get together, the magic emitted can be superimposed on each other, forming a powerful dark magic.

I have to say that this dark magic really has its own uniqueness, Jiang Xiaobai even doubted that if a thousand magicians used magic together, it would really be able to completely ignite a whole big city like Brest.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaobai heard a roar, and saw a tall humanoid beast with extremely violent momentum, red eyes, and nostrils that couldn't help but spew white gas out of the air and bombarded in his direction.

This humanoid beast is the white bear, the mercenary leader of the town of Romanlov, and he is followed by a dozen mercenaries as strong as him.

One SS level, fifteen S levels, and changing to a monk is equivalent to a Yuan Infant Stage and fifteen Ning Dan Stages, such a powerful force can be regarded as a large medium-sized sect in Huaxia.

However, Jiang Xiaobai didn't feel scared at all, and he was very relaxed, these mercenaries couldn't pose any threat to him.

"Then, Jiang, I'll leave these people to you!" Lathorne said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaobai twisted his neck and said indifferently: "Look at me." ”

"Die!" the white bear threw a punch, and a huge fist mark appeared directly in front of the fist, as if it could pierce the earth.

Seeing this scene, the dark mages couldn't help but show a little horror on their faces, although their magic was very powerful, but the melee hand-to-hand combat was not much more powerful than ordinary people, otherwise they would not have been wiped out by a hell hound.

The power of the white bear, even Lathorne couldn't help but be moved, and the best way to face this blow was to use a magic shield to resist it, or avoid it directly.

However, I don't have so many thoughts if I have a bad memory.

I saw a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't make any fancy moves, raised his arm plainly, and then punched out......

(End of chapter)