Folkestone, a city in Kent, England, with a population of 53,411 and only 40 kilometers from the port of Calais in France, has been a thriving seaport city for centuries. However, today is destined to be a day that the city will never forget.

Military helicopters roared into the skies over the city as the Vatican's Catholic Ninth Crusade, led into Britain with an armament large enough to conquer a country. Because the Queen of England had already known their intentions when she received the letter for the extradition of Wu Ming, she had already evacuated the people of the city between the English Channel and London, so the current Folkestone is a completely empty city.

"Have the infidels escaped?" A killer from the thirteenth section of the secret service bureau of the French King Hall stood on the street and said boredly.

"Don't relax, this time we will not only have to crusade against the infidels, but also face a demon king who can kill Father Andrewson in an instant." Another killer from the Thirteenth Section of the Secret Service of the Royal Hall reminded.

"I'm afraid of what he does, no matter how powerful he is, he can't beat our army of thousands of people, and I will let him know the power of our Vatican when the time comes."

"Then I'll see how you kill me." A voice full of mockery reached everyone's ears.

"You're," the man turned to look at the top floor of a tall building in fear, "the Demon King." ”

"All hands assault!!" In terms of military quality, the killers of the thirteenth section of the Secret Service Bureau of the Law King Hall are many times stronger than ordinary soldiers, and the interval between Wu Ming's appearance and his appearance was surrounded by more than thirty killers of the thirteenth section of the Secret Service Bureau of the Law King Hall, was less than 10 seconds.

"Was Max Weir's brain kicked by a donkey?" Wu Ming looked at the killer who couldn't help but tremble even though he surrounded himself and said, "There's no point in sending you garbage to deliver it. ”

Although the killers of the thirteenth section of the secret service bureau of the French King Hall are also the top fighters in this world, they are all irrepressibly afraid in the face of this demon king who can kill the number one master of the Vatican in seconds and assassinate the pope in front of everyone, and now their hands with guns are beginning to break out in a cold sweat.

"Bang!" The gun of a killer from the thirteenth section of the secret service of the French King Hall went off, this was like a signal, everyone immediately started shooting, they understood that in the face of this out-of-specification pervert, if they couldn't kill him immediately, the next person to die would definitely be themselves.

It was not only the guns that attacked Wu Ming, but also those weapons that were completely lethal in a wide area, such as grenades and rocket launchers, and the killers of the thirteenth section of the Secret Service Bureau of the French King Hall used them to smash Wu Ming like waste products on the rotten street, and the smoke completely covered the building, and everyone knew what the situation was inside, but no one dared to stop attacking, they were all afraid, as long as they stopped, the monster-like demon king would crawl out and kill himself, so until all the ammunition ran out, Only then did they stop attacking.

"Knocked down?" Because the ammunition has been used up, now they only pray that the attack just now has killed the Demon King, otherwise it will be over.

"Nice fireworks." Wu Ming's voice came from behind them, "If you want me to say that the Vatican is really rich, the cost of the fireworks just now should be no less than 100,000 US dollars." ”

"When" Before the killers could finish their surprised words, they found that their bodies had fallen uncontrollably, and the sharp pain had only reached their brains after they had fallen to the ground, and only then did they realize that their hands and feet had been severed, and that the demon king was retracting the threads that shimmered with silver light, needless to say, they must have severed their limbs.

"Ahhh

"Sure enough, sharpening sticks is a technical job, especially for more than 30 people at the same time." Wu Ming rolled up the bad luck, "It's really a sense of accomplishment." ”

"Confirm the location of the Demon King, and assemble the whole army!" Just as Wu Ming was sharpening his sticks, helicopters flew over, and several armies came on the ground.

"Max Weil. Are you the new pope? Wu Ming looked at a helicopter 10 kilometers away and said, Maxwell on the helicopter was surprised to find that he could hear every word of Wu Ming.

"No matter how strong you are, going against our Holy See is a dead end, and the whole army will attack!" Maxwell already felt a personal fear of Wu Ming, he was afraid that he would be killed like the previous pope, so the best way to save his life now was to kill Wu Ming immediately, he believed that no matter how strong a person was, he could not fight an army.

It's a pity that Maxwell thought wrong, not to mention Wu Ming, there are at least three people in this world who can kill him in this thousands of troops, according to the previous judgment, Andrewson's combat power is legion-level high-level, and Alcatel can reach the peak of the legion-level by relying on his regeneration ability, but Wu Ming knows that if you look at the attack range of 'Dead River' (Alcatel's special move), Alcatel can also be regarded as a national-level junior master, and judging by this standard, the combat effectiveness of the werewolf captain in the millennium is probably about the legion-level senior. All three of them could have killed Maxwell in this situation, and Alcatel would have been able to annihilate the army.

"Really?" Wu Ming jumped onto another building, made a chair out of basic deconstruction, and sat down leisurely, "Since I am the Demon King, how can I not have some subordinates?" ”

At this time, with Wu Ming as the center, a magic array with a diameter of more than ten kilometers appeared, and now Wu Ming is already a master who is infinitely close to the peak of the world, he doesn't need to prepare anything like a magic array at all, as long as he thinks about the technique, he can form a magic array at any time.

The ground touched by the magic array began to glow with a faint blue cold light, and with the evening sunset, there was an indescribable beauty, even the soldiers of the Vatican were fascinated by this scene. However, roses are thorny, and beautiful things also mean danger, and this magic circle is just a talisman for them.

A piercing scream brought everyone's thoughts back to reality, and countless strange birds covered in metal flew out of the ground, and countless huge saw blades appeared on the ground, and for a while, the whole city became a monster colony, completely opposite to the beautiful scene just now, and now this place is undoubtedly hell.

The magic array released by Wu Ming is not a summoned magic array, but a projection magic, yes, it is a projection, because Wu Ming felt that it was too troublesome to summon demons from the demon world, so he used a simpler projection magic to project the steel wings and scale blades, and now the steel wings and scale blades in the demon world have reached the national level, so to speak, any steel wing or scale blade running into the world of Hell Song can destroy it, which is also the only reason why Wu Ming uses projection, because it is only a projection, and it is a castrated version, Therefore, the steel wings and scale blades that Wu Ming summoned now only had the combat power of the primary army level, and Wu Ming had summoned a total of several hundred.

But this is enough, even if the number of people on the Vatican side is ten times more than the helpers summoned by Wu Ming, but they are all junior masters at the corps level, and in the thirteenth lesson of the secret service bureau of the Fawang Hall, the strongest killer group in the Vatican, there is only one Andrewson who has reached the advanced level of the legion, and both Hakru and Yumie are infinitely close to the intermediate level of the legion level, and the rest are at most the limit of the general level, not to mention those ordinary soldiers, who are generally at the individual level.

In the face of the difference in rank, the Vatican Catholic Ninth Crusade Expedition was completely abused, the scale blades were hidden underground and difficult to attack, and the speed of the steel wings was so fast that it was impossible to aim, so this war was not called a war at all, it was just a one-sided massacre.

For soldiers, no matter how much Wu Ming kills, he will not have any psychological burden, when he becomes a soldier, they get the right to kill others, and similarly, being killed by the enemy on the battlefield is just an ordinary thing, which is why Wu Ming is reluctant to kill too much, but when dealing with soldiers, he generally does not keep his hands.

"What's going on?" Maxwell was almost speechless when he looked at this scene, the soldiers on the ground were constantly being cut in half by the scales, the helicopter in the sky was also lightly torn apart by the steel wings, and the Vatican Catholic Ninth Crusade had no ability to resist in front of this demon king.

"Boom!" One of the Guardian Max Weir's helicopters was pierced by steel wings, which frightened Max Weir, "Andrewson, come and protect me. ”

"I refuse." Andrewson, who was standing on the building next to him, coldly refused, "Max Weil, you are drunk, you are completely drunk with authority and power. We are only a sword to guard my Lord, not a tool you use to seize power. ”

"Don't." The last escort helicopter on Maxwell's side was also killed, and several steel wings were rushing towards the helicopter he was in at great speed, "Help me, save me!" Teacher. ”

"You're still the same crybaby you were back then." Andrewson watched Maxwell ride the helicopter being shot down and didn't go to save him, falling at such a height, Maxwell as an ordinary person was certain to die, "Goodbye, Maxwell Goodbye, my friend. ”