There was a smashing sound downstairs, goblets and oak barrels filled with pine cone wine were thrown out the door, and the floor was littered with broken planks and stools and tables with broken legs.

"Huh! Auspicious! ……”

A small group of black-armored demon spirit soldiers actually broke into the tavern directly, and the scimitar burning with dark green ghost fire was on the neck of the tavern guest, and his mouth was screaming.

These ordinary demon spirit soldiers, when they were extracted by the spirit demons, were also deprived of the ability to speak. In the eyes of the spirit demons, the demon spirit soldiers are nothing more than the lowest creatures, they only need to follow orders, and they do not need to express any opinions.

- They are not even as good as the "untouchables" that the Hariran nobles call them.

Live not as well as a dog because he sold his soul.

The tavern's proprietress swayed her fat ass and upside-down papaya-like breasts, shivered behind the counter, and was finally kicked out by a skinny monkey-like demon soldier.

The demon soldier grabbed her breasts and nearly tore them off alive. The hideous face was full of fierce light, because of the long-term exposure to the demonic energy of the hell abyss, the demon spirit soldiers' whole body was as dark as splashed with ink, only the two eyes were shining with yellow light, and the sharp teeth made them look more and more like beasts.

"Don't-Don't kill me...... There are gold, gold coins...... Take it all, and the wine...... Please don't kill me......"

The fat proprietress cried heartbreakingly, no matter how ravaged the other party, she didn't dare to move, and the yellow puddle on the ground was already scared to pee her pants.

"Twitter......"

The Demon Soldier laughed and slashed her ass with a scimitar, splattering blood and staining the entire bar crimson.

"You shall not ...... Good death ......"

The fat proprietress was angry with hatred, her fingers grabbed deeply into the flesh and skin of the demon spirit soldier, and after all, she rolled her eyes and passed out......

No one knows why, in broad daylight, pirates who were supposed to only appear on the distant sea, suddenly came to the city of Mohatbi Feynman.

What was a joke in the mouths of the drinkers yesterday turned into two scimitars in front of them after a night.

What is terrible is that the protective shield that shrouded Feynman City at this time actually failed!

For a time, the entire Feynman City was in chaos. Taverns, stables, weapons shops, and tailor shops, all with their doors closed on the left and right sides of Cross Street.

"Run......"

"I—I'm fighting with you......"

The hurried passer-by in the cloak was surrounded by three or five demon soldiers because he had no time to hide, and the panic made him choose to resist in a dying struggle, only to be cut open by the demon soldiers with a scimitar and left to fend for himself.

Little slum boy peddling tobacco and flowers, patches streaked across tattered linen clothes. He held his head high, staring in amazement at the oncoming black-armored cavalry, their scimitars and cannons burning with dark green flames.

"Boom!"

After the cannon fired, the red and orange petals slowly fell from the sky, along with a bloodstained and torn shoe, and the little boy's golden hair......

It was the first havoc after a cloudy drizzle, but it wasn't the last.

The sky began to be gloomy, and it never cleared again. The people were driven out into the streets by the demon soldiers, looking at the dark clouds hanging in the sky in despair, and began to weep bitterly......

In the tavern, Old Man Barry and Dawcott heard the wails and cries for help from downstairs almost simultaneously, but reason told them that this was definitely not a good time for heroes to draw their swords and help.

The two of them immediately entered Xu Noyi's room and slammed the door shut. The taverns in the ghetto were as rudimentary as their streets, and the wooden doors of the rooms were made of catalpa wood, which was not as valuable as the centuries-old red pine and beech, but it was enough to withstand the slashing of ordinary swords.

But the key is...... Demon Spirit Soldiers are no ordinary people, and their meniscus are enough to split a beech the thickness of a bowl.

Old man Barry shivered, his eyes fixed on the door, and took out several egg-sized black powder bullets from his blanket, which he had purchased at a high price on the black market in order to prevent the robbery of the shadow eagle, but he was lucky to meet Hu Tian and Xu Nuoyi, so these bombs were never used.

I didn't expect it to come in handy today, old Barry was holding a cigarette pouch in his mouth, and there was a kind of determination to look at death as home.

Doucott also drew a dagger, his plan was even more resolute than that of Barry Sr. - he would rather kill himself if it fell into the hands of the Demon Soldiers...... Oh no, he killed a demon soldier first, and then chose to kill himself. Even if it is death, let the Demon Spirit Clan see what is the backbone of the Harilans!

The two old men had their own calculations in their hearts, and they were already prepared for the worst with the demon spirit soldiers.

And at this time, as they wished, the smashing sound downstairs was mixed with a trace of panic and the ghost screams of the demon spirit soldiers, which was completely different from the arrogant voice of the robbers just now, but seemed to be begging for mercy.

The demon soldiers couldn't speak, they could only "squeak" a few times, but in the end, they still died tragically under someone else's knife.

"Hey, Dawcott, don't be afraid, I have some good tobacco leaves fed with fire crow dung and soybean cakes, smoke a bag, I'm afraid I won't be able to smoke it again after a while......"

Old man Barry swallowed his saliva, took out the cigarette pouch, carefully pinched a small handful, pressed it into the cigarette pouch pot, lit it with a match, put it to his mouth and took a big puff, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched out in the smoke.

The messy footsteps had already rushed to the second floor, kicking open door by door.

Dawcott fanned his sleeves in disgust and said disdainfully, "Smoking is bad for your health!" But after two seconds, he heard footsteps reaching the door, sighed, took the pouch from Old Man Barry's hand, and took a small puff.

"Ahem, ahem......" Docot coughed loudly, rubbing his brown-yellow eyes, and inhaling under his scarlet nose, his eyes red. If I'm alive tomorrow, old man, I'll make a big smoking gun and smoke the tobacco you planted! ”

"Two shots!" Old man Barry also rubbed his eyes, cloudy tears wiped on the back of his hand, and he stretched out two fingers and gestured in front of his eyes. "If I'm still alive tomorrow, I'll go and fight with an iron sword and a shield, and follow the adults to fight the sky! It's a pity that people are old, and I don't know if the sun god still accepts me......"

Old Barry laughed heartily three times, and the footsteps had stopped outside the door.

"Old man, I always feel like you're a man! Lost Sea...... Thirty years ago, did you ......" Docot suddenly turned his head and looked at Old Barry strangely, as if remembering something.

"Who remembers what happened thirty years ago?" Old Barry held a cigarette pouch in his mouth, reached out and pulled out a thunderbolt, aimed at the door, ready to light it at any moment.

"Demon Spirit Clan...... The cannon thirty years ago, my old Barry, will return it to you today! ”

At this time—

"Bang ——!"

The door of the catalpa room was slammed open, and a black-armored demon spirit soldier flew in almost sideways, slamming into the ground, and a stream of black blood instantly spread on the floor, and the smell of the nasal smell was disgusting.

A man covered in black blood, with a glittering full moon scimitar in his mouth, rushed in with bared teeth and stabbed two more stabs into the demon spirit soldier who was lying on the ground and was already dead, which was the only way to relieve his hatred.

He pulled out the knife on the back of the demon soldier, and before the blood stains on it were dry, he heard a shriveled voice shouting in the room, and at the same time a smell of gunsmoke filled the room—

"Damn devils, eat old Barry!"

When he looked up, a lit black ball flew towards him, and the man's eyes were quick, and he swung the full moon scimitar and slapped the back of the thunderbolt on the fireball, directly on the thin blanket beside Xu Noyi.

Old man Barry is crazy......

Docot is also crazy......

The man who shot the bomb was also crazy......

"Get out of the way!!"

Seeing that there was only a few sections left in the fuse, the man shouted, pushed Barry and Docot away, and pounced on the thunderbolts.