When the Demon King arrived at the Immortal City, more than three hours had passed since Old Joe's extremely incendiary speech, and the whole city had fallen into a state of madness.

When he walked into the city through the wide open east gate, the dilapidated and decaying still surprised Liu Xinming, who once lived in the city in the office buildings and spotless streets that had been repeatedly cleaned up by many cleaning staff.

After all, the place where he had been living for the first three months was the most dilapidated slum in the entire region, and the conditions were understandably so bad. After all, even all the acquaintances, including Old Jack himself, called the inhabitants of the slums "rats in the gutter."

However, the dilapidated scene that now presented to him destroyed his last hope for the "city" in this ruin.

A main road, leading directly from the city center to the city gates, with his now terrifying eyesight, he could directly see the eerie fortress covered in silver armor plates, the "silver meat grinder" of the "immortal old Joe" that Jack had told him before.

On both sides of the main road, countless people poked their heads out of the low, dilapidated houses, their faces yellowed by hunger and their eyes bloodshot from lack of water. If you make a comparison, it's probably only a little better than the Demon King's neighbors in the slums.

The roadside was littered with garbage that seemed to have been deliberately collected, and several unshaven men next to him who couldn't see their age looked at him vigilantly, as if they were afraid that this outsider would snatch their "treasure".

"Ah——, yellow hair, blue eyes, blue-gray skin."

A hoarse voice came from a tightly dilapidated house blocked by a black curtain, and it could be heard that it was an old woman, although she couldn't see anyone, but she could probably guess that the weather-beaten face had condensed into a demon mask because of pain and anger at this time!

"You! Where did it come from? The cold question in the voice has a kind of determination that people can't refuse to answer.

The Demon King was obviously taken aback by this situation, and hurriedly answered truthfully, instantly thinking of the scene where his boss once questioned him.

"I... I came from a bullet farm. ”

As soon as the words fell, like a signal, all the doors of the entire city opened, and the haggard, malnourished faces were all angry and greedy. In the moment when the Demon King was stunned, the crowd, tens of thousands of people had already surrounded him.

The room surrounded by a black rag curtain opened, and an old woman in her seventies walked out step by step with a battered faucet cane.

Anger was written on the old man's face, and all the other citizens looked at it as if they were waiting for her to give an order, and the young man in front of him was dismantled.

"You, from the slums?" The old man was very short, and in the face of such a tall demon king, he could only look up with great effort to see the same blue-gray young face.

Nodding slightly, Liu Xinming has been constantly overloaded in the brain circuit since the beginning of today's incident, and it has almost crashed.

"Well, you ruined the bullet farm, that is, you are now the enemy of all our workers' families!" The old lady didn't say anything more to this "husband killer", her cane hit the ground fiercely, and slowly walked into the crowd. People closed as if to protect her, and for a moment the old man was completely invisible, but she could still hear her voice containing great pain and terrifying anger.

"Let's do it! Catch him first, at least we can get the money, and everyone can live better. ”

Like a signal, the crowd surrounding the demon king rushed up.

At this time, the strong man who had just killed hundreds of heavily armed war boys on the bullet farm in seconds with a single armor plate fell into panic and self-blame.

In his brain circuit, which was close to a short circuit, it seemed that he killed the people blocking the road on impulse, knocked down the walls of the factory, and not only caused those workers to lose their jobs, but also looked at the emotions of these people, how they looked like the families of the deceased were asking for their lives!

Several men held a bundle of steel cables in their hands, tying the "murderer" who was standing in a daze. They are nothing more than honest poor people, and even then, they have moments of anger, albeit powerlessness many times.

"Pull!"

The demon king indulged in guilt, and did not resist, countless hands pulled the steel cable, many people because they held the steel cable too hard, their hands were cut, because the steel wire was too hard to be deeply embedded in the flesh of the hand, but no one flinched.

So, like a small-scale earthquake, in the smoke and dust, the tall body of the demon king was pulled to the ground. In an instant, hammers, bricks, fists and feet fell like a torrential rain.

After all, it is the body of a transcendent demon king with extraordinary strength that is difficult to penetrate even a bullet, and these unpopular attacks can't bring him even a little damage, and they can only give these "lost relatives", or poor people who think they have lost their loved ones, a little psychological comfort.

After a long time, finally, the Demon King began to feel that his time must not be wasted anymore.

"I'm sorry!"

With a slight shake, dozens of people on the body were thrown away, just like breaking free from the silk thread that was accidentally wrapped around the body, grabbing the steel cable that was entangled in their own hoisting with both hands, and pulling hard, the steel cable made a destructive explosion and broke into two sections.

"I still have a family to save, and when I come back, you can do whatever you want!"

The angry people had no reason left to listen to his "quibbles", and since the tightropes could not trap him, the angry crowd used themselves as weapons.

A few slightly stronger men hugged his legs and wanted to push him down, some of the slightly worse ones pushed these men with all their strength, wanting to help some small favors, and some children even stepped on the adults directly and climbed onto the tall body, and their sharp teeth bit down fiercely!

The Demon King is not a murderer, he doesn't want to hurt these people who have already been hurt by him once, but he has to move forward, the fortress that imprisons Celia is at the end of the line, he has no choice.

Submerged by the ocean of people, this is the truest feeling in Liu Xinming's heart, he keeps putting the children hanging on his body back to the ground, but more children will climb up the body; He tried his best to gently shake off the man holding his thigh, but only one step forward was trapped solidly, the crowd seemed endless, never giving up, and many rushed to fight for their lives despite being hit and falling with blood on their faces.

In this way, I don't know how long it has been, and the silver fortress in my field of vision is still so far away. The Demon King began to feel more and more angry. He is ashamed of people, but in any case, he is not a virgin, he has people to save, and the more people they mess around, the more dangerous Celia is.

"I said, you guys, give it to me, get out of here!!"

Raising his feet high, he stomped on the ground like an angry war elephant, and in an instant the people surrounding him were shocked to the ground by the sudden explosion.

Ignoring the crowd gathered around again, the Demon King raised his foot again in anger, in his heart, anger and anxiety finally replaced guilt, he was not a thirst for killing, but if some real shock could scare off these guys who had been bothering him, he would no longer care so much.

The people at the feet were also not afraid, several of them were different from others, each of them carried some squeezing and activated earth-made explosives, from the beginning, they were waiting to be activated by the Demon King, and they would die with him, at least they could blow up the butcher of the Sigma Empire who killed their relatives.

As the man with the bomb in his arms and the trampling of the ram of the city were about to collide, an old voice at the gate shouted with all its might.

"Stop it——!!"