The first to fire at him was a heavy sniper rifleman, the muzzle of the gun flashing and the bullet coming out of the chamber.

This is an improved heavy sniper rifle of Barrett heavy sniper, the body is 1.8 meters long, the length of the chamber is more than 1 meter, and when the bullet explodes, the chamber pressure generated is more than 700 megapascals, which is equivalent to the thrust acting behind the butt of the bullet reaches 5000 kg, and after such a push distance of 1 meter, the speed of the bullet has reached an astonishing Mach 7, that is, 7 times the speed of sound!

The gunner was about 200 meters away from Mordin, and it only took a short 0.1 second for a 7x sonic bullet to reach him. This warhead, which weighs only 0.02 kilograms, has a huge kinetic energy, according to Mordin's calculations, if he wants to forcibly resist this bullet, when the buffer distance is about 20 centimeters, he needs to use about 20 tons of force to stop the flight of the bullet.

Don't look at it as a small rifle bullet, if you really want him to come to the hard top, with his current strength, he really can't do it.

Such a bullet, if equipped with a carbide armor-piercing warhead, is enough to penetrate a homogeneous steel plate 10 cm thick.

He now has 3 ways to avoid this bullet from hurting him.

The first is dodging, which predicts the part of the body that the bullet is going to hit within 0.1 seconds, and then quickly takes a dodge action to make the bullet go into the air. This is theoretically possible, his divine sense has this ability to predict, and his body strength is enough to support the distance of more than 1 meter in 0.1 seconds.

The second is the impact, which deflects the bullet from the established trajectory and makes it miss, of course, the force and angle of the impact are very important, and the premise is also to make a ballistic prediction, which is also feasible, because he has 10 small swords on his body, and the material is hard enough and the speed is fast enough.

The third is the space enchantment, the space enchantment can not only block the bullet from penetrating, but also change the direction of the bullet, which is the safest means, but the disadvantage is that the efficiency is too low, and it needs to spend a large amount of Yuan Jing power to deal with the bullets fired by ordinary soldiers, which is a bit overkill.

The third method was disdainful, and the first and second methods seemed to be useless, because, after the soldier fired the first bullet, the weapons of the remaining two hundred soldiers also opened fire at the same time, including armor-piercing rockets, individual missiles that automatically tracked the target, and grenades, grenades, incendiary bombs, stun bombs, cluster bombs, etc., which were thrown at him, and swept towards a torrent of metal, whistling air, towards a target, as if to completely drown him.

"Bang...... Rumble...... Syllable...... Boom la-la-la......" various sounds were alternately, these incoming munitions seemed to hit the target, where Mordin stood, thick smoke rose everywhere, and the flames burst out for a while before they subsided, and after the smoke cleared a little, the soldiers realized that they had indeed hit the target, the robot strong man who was originally standing behind Mordin was beaten into a hornet's nest, and the box containing the treasure that it was holding in its hand had already been beaten into rags!

"Huh...... is it dancing armor, and Mordin, has it been blown into minced meat?" the soldiers speculated.

It turns out that this hulking robot is not a combat robot, but a dancing robot specially designed to perform a fight dance for King Osme and his beauties!

Where's Mordin?

The soldiers searched in all directions.

"There!" a soldier sharpened his eyes and spotted Mordine on the back of the diving submarine.

"Don't shoot!" the commander immediately shouted, shooting at his own king's submarine, not wanting to live?

At this time, Mordin's heart is not to mention how painful it is, because of an oversight just now, he lost tens of billions of wealth in vain, yes, it is the box held by the robot, and the treasures in it must be worth more than 10 billion!

"It's so heart-wrenching!" he was full of remorse, he had known that the treasure would be harmed, and he had already dealt with these turtle bastards who shot them.

"Hmph, let you run!" he was full of rage, and raised his Void Sword high and thrust it into the thick outer armor of the submarine, "Poof!" The blade of the sword effortlessly pierced the hull, and then he stirred it hard, and the hull immediately broke a big crack!

"Quick! get up and catch him!" the commander reacted immediately. The soldiers did not dare to fire with all kinds of weapons, so they had to rush to this side like a swarm, but the submarine was almost finished, and it was already some distance away from the shore, and the soldiers had to stand on the shore and shout, but none of them dared to jump into the water to pursue.

The water gradually submerged the hull of the boat, and began to fail to reach Mordin's instep, and likewise, along the cracked crack, the water whirred inward.

"Plug it, plug it!" Mordin's shouting was heard by Mordin!

"I'll tell you to plug it!" Mordin was furious by the loss of 10 billion, he picked up his sword, and made dozens of big cracks in the back of the submarine! Yes, it was dozens, this submarine was suddenly scrapped, if His Majesty King Osme insisted on driving this boat out, the pressure of a few hundred meters of water depth would suddenly crush it into a pile of rags!

The seawater poured into the boat, and the submarine had no way to stay underwater, so it had to obediently surface.

Mordin climbed onto the high bridge, opened the hatch cover on the bridge with three strikes and five divisions, and shouted below with his hands on his waist, puffing up his breath and shouting down: "Turtle son, if you don't come out, the master will throw bombs!"

"Don't throw it, don't throw it! A good man spares his life!" came a chaotic cry of mercy from below.

"Then let the king bastard get out!" Mordin shouted.

"The hero spares his life! The hero spares his life!" Osmus finally showed his face, his huge body knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, it seemed that he had been frightened to the point that his soul was gone, where had he ever seen such a desperate pursuit, and where had he ever seen such a powerful cultivator.

"You come out, I won't kill you. Mordin exclaimed, "If only you pay for my loss!"

As soon as Osmu heard this, he immediately came back to his senses, "Okay, good, I'll pay!

"Then climb out!"

His Majesty King Osmu, supported by a few soldiers in his retinue, struggled to climb the bridge.

"Mo ...... Elder Mo, I don't know what your old man has lost?" he asked with a smile on his face, clenching his fists and trembling.

"It's all the treasures in the cupboard of your dormitory, all of which have been smashed by your soldiers. Mordin pointed to the big robot in the distance and said, "It's worth at least 20 billion over there, right?"

"Ah......h

"Okay, good, I'll pay all, pay all!"

"This is about the same, after a while, you get a paperwork, go to your hall, in front of your civil and military officials, fold these treasures worth 20 billion into weapons and equipment, and donate them all to Sanqingguan for free, remember, no conditions, if you want to play tricks, I will definitely cut off your big head for a night pot!

"I understand, I will do it, I will do it!" Mordin's unpredictable methods have completely subdued Osm, where does he dare to resist it? Even if he is not convinced, it will have to wait until his reinforcements come.

Mordin returned to the hill on the side of the square in front of the main hall and kicked Nabo awake.

"Get up and get to work!" he said to the confused wave.

"Huh, what's the job?" the wave was bewildered.

"Go, report to your king, and say that Elder Mo of Sanqingguan has arrived!"

"Oh...... I'll go and report to His Majesty the King!"

Mordin grabbed him by the collar and threw him in the middle of the square, "Hurry up, don't rub in, don't make me impatient!" he drank.

The wave of fat bodies ran towards the gate of the palace.

After about half an hour, Mordin stood there and waited patiently, not afraid that King Osme would come up with another moth, for he had stuck a small sword in Osm's waist, and told him that if he wanted to play tricks, the little sword would immediately pierce him. Therefore, unless there is a cultivator whose realm is much higher than himself to help Osmum remove the threat, this king can only obey.

At this moment, the gate of the palace suddenly opened, and a large number of people rushed out from it, and at the forefront were the military band and the honor guard, whining and playing some tune. The crowd behind the guard of honor made Mordin laugh and cry, and it turned out to be a large group of bewitched beauties, holding flower baskets and streamers in their hands, twisting their waists and shouting jumbled slogans, and swarmed out of the door.

At the end of the walk was a group of ministers and officials, with different expressions on their faces, slowly and reluctantly moving towards the palace gate.

This is actually a welcome ceremony organized by His Majesty King Osm!

Nabo, accompanied by two honor guard officers, walked proudly towards Mordin.

"Elder Mo!" he walked up to Mo Ding and gave him a deep salute, "At the behest of His Majesty the King, the lower officials have come to welcome the elders to meet His Majesty the King!"

"Alright, show Elder Ben the way!" Mordin said with a hint of concern.

"Willing to serve!" said Nabo, who stood up to lead the way, and Mordin, under the watchful eye of the chaotic welcoming procession on either side, walked into the palace gate with his head held high.

The hall is magnificent and decorated with gold!

King Osme sat on a dragon chair high in the middle of the hall, wearing a golden crown encrusted with countless gems, wearing a colorful ribbon, and holding a scepter representing royal power, which was studded with various gems without looking.

"Is 20 billion extortion too little?" Looking at this luxurious pomp, Mordin suspected that this money was simply pediatric for Osmu.

Mordin walked slowly to the center of the hall with his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty, Elder Sanqingguan has come to meet you!" shouted Nabo.

As soon as Osme saw Mordin come in, he hurriedly got up to greet him: "Oh...... Elder Mo arrived, making Peng Shen shine! This king has not been far away, and I hope that the elder will forgive his sins!"

The wave on the side was stunned, not knowing what had gone wrong with his king today.

"Don't hurry up and give Elder Mo a seat!" Osme shouted.

"Yes, yes, yes!" he hurriedly ran to the sides, trying to move a chair for Mordin to sit down, but the chairs made of solid wood were too heavy, and he shook them a few times, but he couldn't move.

"What a waste!" Osme said in disgust, and with a wave of his hand, two strong military attachés immediately stepped forward to push Nabo away, moved the chair to the center of the hall, and invited Mordin to sit down.

"How is the friendship treaty between the two of us?" Mordin was not polite and asked directly.

"It's been prepared, please take a look at it, elders!" a civil official handed Mordin with a scroll of paperwork.

"Let your majesty read it to me!" Mordin waved at him.

When he heard it, he couldn't believe his ears, once upon a time, the majestic King His Majesty would read to a little elder of Sanqingguan in the main hall?

"Okay, good, this king is willing to do it for you!" Osme took the paperwork and began to read it out loud.

“...... From now on, this king announced that he has formed a strategic alliance with Sanqingguan, and will give the following material equipment free of charge: 100 fighter planes, three anti-aircraft missile battalions, 8,000 fully equipped mechas, 50,000 missiles, 200 heavy artillery, two docks built free of charge, 5 surface ships, and one small submarine...... 2 sets of electronic countermeasures equipment ......" a long list of items, and Osme trembled as he read it.

Mordin estimated slightly, and it was about the same as 20 billion.

"Hmm...... His Majesty the King is requested to transport them all to Koko Island within 3 days, and I will supervise them here, and if anyone dares to neglect them, I will let his head move!"

"Okay, good! This king immediately ordered his subordinates to handle it immediately!" Osme nodded vigorously, "The elder is willing to appreciate the light and live in the country, that is the supreme glory of this king, this king will definitely do his best to entertain the elders!"

Mordin actually stayed here, not exactly to supervise them, he was waiting, waiting for the reaction of the group behind this Osmu, waiting for the reaction of those cultivators of the Emperor Asura, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of that Osmu group.

His Majesty's hospitality was extremely courteous, Osme accompanied Mordin to eat, drink and have fun throughout the whole process, all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas invited Mordin to taste, all kinds of treasured wines were taken out one by one to invite Mordin to drink, and when it was over, he had to drink and eat while enjoying the kingdom's evil singers presenting a variety of enchanting dances for Mordin, and the grand ball was held every night, it was really a drunken gold fan, and every day was like a holiday carnival.

Three days passed slowly, and the strange thing was that there was no movement at all on the side of the Osmu Group, and Emperor Shura couldn't even see a shadow.

"Could it be that the last time I fought with Theodore, I scared those guys?" Mordin secretly speculated, "It's impossible, Anthony's old guy hasn't shown up yet, why are they turtles with shrunken heads?"