The dazzling sound cone resembled a huge shield of light with a diameter of nearly ten meters on the streets of Warsaw at night, and the momentum swept through the qiē in front of it under the impetus of the spear in the hands of the Templar heroes, and all the qiē were shattered the moment they came into contact with it.

The real shattered bones, whether it is a vehicle, a building, or a police officer who didn't have time to escape, all collapsed like smashed sand sculptures in an instant, and then turned into a cloud of dissipated smoke, as if it was not a knight, but a black phoenix in the comic world, with a sound cone that could reach it, and returned to its atomic shape.

The Heroic Spirit pushing the shield, just as he did on an ancient battlefield, charges through the modern streets, ruining everywhere he passes, lives gone, vehicles gone, and even buildings collapsing.

Well, instead of taking the main road, the knight crashed directly into the complex on the east side of the avenue.

The city turned into hell in an instant, and in the loud sound of the collapse of buildings, countless people ran and shouted, and some even simply knelt on the side of the road, such as the priest just now, holding the cross with his head bowed, as if he was confessing something.

Repentance of the betrayal and murder of the year?

"Why didn't he go to the Gauls?!" Inside the Belvede Palace, President Duda howled like a breakdown.

Well, you Templars want revenge on the Gauls? Everyone knows that you are the victims of the political struggle between the Holy See and the secular monarchs, and everyone knows that you died unjustly, but Nimana has nothing to do with us, it was done by Philip IV, and it is not good to fight with us, even if you take revenge, you should not look for us!

But there are many things in this world that make no sense to talk about, and the poor President stood outside the presidential palace, looking at the ruins that were getting closer and closer in front of him, and without hesitation got into his bulletproof car.

"Quick, pick up Brussels, call the Atlanteans for help."

Just as the car started, he said to the secretary with a gloomy face.

"Duke Xuanming in Sweden." The secretary kindly reminded.

"No access to Guò Brussels. Can we talk to someone? President Duda said angrily.

The secretary hurried to contact Brussels.

And at this time, on the street behind them, the real battle began, the special police of the police, the nearest presidential palace guard was the first to enter the battle, but unfortunately their blocking was meaningless, whether it was bullets or armor-piercing bullets from grenade launchers, whether it was a frontal attack or a side attack, it was a waste of ammunition, and even caused a lot of accidental injuries. I could only watch the Heroic Knight gradually come towards the presidential palace in the background of the buildings constantly collapsing.

"We've got to find a place to land!"

Boss Wang on the airship looked at the beauties who were already stupid beside him, and said seriously.

He really had to find a place to land, because at this time, the F16 fighter jets of the Dabo Air Force arrived, and their airship had received a notice from the ground air traffic control bureau, asking for immediate evacuation to prevent accidental injury, of course, evacuation is impossible, even if these beauties do not agree, such a spectacular scene is not something that anyone can see. Even the tour guide came over with a camera to take a commemorative photo, knowing that this video can sell for a lot of money.

"Go there, go to Victory Square!"

A beautiful woman shouted.

Well, not far from them is the famous Victory Square. This square was also once called Adolf Square.

But just as she was saying this, the Soul Knight, who had rushed to Belvedere Palace on the ground, suddenly turned around and slammed headlong into the opposite building, as if he had split the roof with a great axe. The three-storey classical-style building was split in half from the middle and rushed straight into Victory Square.

"Huh?"

The little beauty was dumbfounded.

"You're a crow's mouth!"

Boss Wang said angrily.

"Mr. Fujino, what about us?" The tour guide said tremblingly on the side.

"Go there!"

Boss Wang pointed to the tallest building on the south side of the square. By this time, the Soul Knight had turned north and was rushing into a large shopping mall, and it was obvious that the target was the National Center for the Performing Arts in the north, and the south was definitely not his target.

Knowing that they couldn't stop this monster, the police were evacuating this landmark of Warsaw, and at the same time the F16 fighters in the sky also attacked, but unfortunately their attack was also meaningless, it was simply an illusory projection, not to mention that they were using aerial guns, even if they bombed with nuclear bombs, it was useless.

The airship that had dropped in height hovered above the building, and Boss Wang, who was standing at the window, continued to command the Red Queen, and quickly approached the National Center for the National Center in the light of countless bullets and shells, on the ground, in the sky, countless waves of soldiers watched the charge of the Heroic Spirit Knight at a loss, and they didn't even dare to use heavy weapons.

US imperialism has proved very well in Washington that it is far more cost-effective to see such an enemy destroy its homeland than to prevent it, as long as conventional weapons are useless, and more than two-thirds of Washington's casualties and half of the property losses are all caused by the US military itself.

At this time, a military helicopter was hurriedly landing at the civilian airport on the outskirts of Jönköping, more than 700 kilometers away from Warsaw, and at the same time as it landed, a two-seat Gripen fighter of the Swedish Air Force was also slowing down on the runway.

"Your Excellency, this is a flight suit, if you don't need it..."

After the Gripen fighter stopped, an officer walked into the helicopter with a flight suit and said respectfully to Duke Xuanming, in his opinion, everyone is a god, of course there is no need for this kind of thing, in fact, the gods of Atlantis still regret that they don't seem to have the ability to fly.

What he didn't expect was that the great god actually took it with an indifferent face, he hurriedly helped the great god get dressed, and explained the purpose of the clothes by the way, and then hurriedly boarded the Gripen fighter with the Duke of Xuanming, and then the engine spewed out blue flames, and this extremely dexterous little plane instantly soared into the sky, because it did not carry ammunition and the fuel tank was not full, so it quickly entered the supersonic cruise of Mach 1 and 2 and rushed towards Warsaw.

But it was destined to be unable to save the National Theatre, and the Templar spirits with spears were already standing in front of the majestic building.

Perhaps he couldn't accept the end of the destruction of this opera house, those big waves of fighters in the sky, all desperately fired at it, and even began to use guided bombs, the flames of the explosion instantly engulfed the Heroic Knight, but when the fire disappeared, he still held the spear, raised his head and looked at the sky with mocking eyes, and then flattened the spear, and the war horse under his crotch began to accelerate.

At that moment, a piercing whistling sound was heard, followed by an armor-piercing bullet passing through his body in vain.

The Immortal Knight's gaze turned to the right.

Dabobo's army finally arrived, and more than a dozen Leopard 2 tanks were turning from the street intersection on the right, firing as they went, 120 mm tungsten alloy armor-piercing shells erupted from the flames of the muzzle one after another, with a piercing whistling through his body, and then swept through the park, leaving one eye-catching bullet hole after another in the opposite building.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the Heroic Knight, and then the horse's head was adjusted, facing the group of tanks that were rushing towards him, it was obvious that this modern tank made him find the feeling of the battlefield, the huge war horse began to trot, and then quickly turned into a fast run, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a wild run, and the Leopard 2 tank on the opposite side also lined up in a straight line on the street, and also accelerated the speed to more than thirty in a few seconds with a long barrel like a charging knight.

The fighters in the sky stopped firing, the fleeing crowd on the ground stopped fleeing, and even the policemen and soldiers with rifles stopped firing, and everyone watched in amazement, watching the duel between the ancient knights and the modern heavy tanks.

In the limelight, one of the tanks at the front first collided with the cone-shaped light shield, and then from its barrel, it spilled down like sand into countless fine metal shavings, and soon the entire barrel almost disappeared, and then even its body joined the ranks of smashing. With the inertia of the charge, the entire tank, along with its crew, completely disappeared from people's sight in a matter of seconds, and only a pile of metal powder on the ground proved that it had been stored.

At the same time, the second tank also hit the light shield, but only half of its body collided, and the same half of its body disappeared in a few seconds, and the other half of the tank after losing power dragged a spark and slid forward a few meters under the action of inertia, and then a crew member who was missing half of his body rolled out of it, screaming hoarsely on the ground, and soon lost his voice.

The rest of the advancing tanks were so frightened that they turned around one by one to avoid the range of the light shield, but unfortunately the Heroic Spirit Knight would not let go of the enemy, and after cutting through the tank formation, he immediately turned his horse's head and attacked the tanks from behind again.

The soldiers on the tank were frightened, hurriedly turned the turret and fired in vain, seeing it destroy two tanks at the same time and rush to the front, and then turn around again and launch a new charge, just like on the ancient battlefield.

The poor big boo soldiers, of course, could not fight him any longer, and one by one they crawled out of the tanks in a panic, screaming and fleeing for their lives, while behind them the Heroic Knights repeated the action of charging over and over again, until they had reduced all the dozen tanks to metal powder, and then stopped, as if celebrating victory, lifting their masks and constantly tapping the rifles with their small triangular shields, but under the masks there was no human face at all, only two strange blood-red eyes.

Then he leveled his rifle again and aimed it at the National Theatre. (To be continued......)