Although Archduke Feldnan did not care, the church and the archons of the White Rose City spent a lot of effort on the renovation of the new district. Pure white slabs are paved from the top of the cliff, and even the square is made of the same white marble as the church, as if the road to heaven is going to be paved all the way to the feet of the residents of Wenning District.

The tall man sat by the pond in the middle of the square, with a black suitcase on his left leg, and his whole body was shrouded in a black robe tied around his waist.

In order to preach the church, the work in Southridge always seems to be a little unsparing and overworked. This is true of the square, as is the large pond in the center of the square. They even put ornamental goldfish in the pond and kept pigeons.

Although in the eyes of the residents of Wenning District, this kind of behavior is just a waste of precious water resources, but no one is embarrassed to point out the self-satisfied appearance of the cultivators.

The gray pigeon perched on the white gloves sticking out from under the black robe, pecking at the crumbs piled up as high as a hill in the man's palm. The man rubbed his fingers gently, and with his movements, the crushed crumbs were evenly sprinkled into the pond.

The man looked at the little creatures who were looking at him with red eyes and stood up. The flock of pigeons flew away from him like a big white cloud.

Walking out of the square, the child who ran past him laughed and bumped into him, he squatted down, stretched out his hand to help the crying boy up, put his hands together, and the next moment, a vivid wooden horse puppet appeared in his palm.

"Thank you, uncle!" After accepting the clay puppet in the man's hand, the boy burst into tears and laughed, held the clay puppet in his hand, and ran away happily.

The great alchemist stood up,

Lift the suitcase next to you.

"Human ...... What a nasty creature......."

Walking slowly through the festive streets, passing through the laughter crowd, no one noticed the lonely black-robed man, nor did he notice the gloomy atmosphere that was different from the others.

"Hey, you!" until a young sheriff stopped in front of the man and looked at him suspiciously, "You look suspiciously dressed, take your hood off and let me see your face." ”

The man let go of his left hand, and the suitcase he was carrying fell to the ground with a "poof". From the suitcase that popped open in an instant, things fell to the ground with a thud.

"Huh?" the sheriff was stunned, and he subconsciously looked down, "Your things have fallen." ”

However, the tall black-robed man in front of him did not make a sound, and the sheriff raised his head with some confusion, but saw-

The black-robed man took out a cigarette from his bosom and put it on his mouth, snapped his hands, and then opened them. From the open palm, the silver magic surplus was pulled out like a magnetic storm, instantly expanding, expanding, and "crackling" across the sky of the entire square.

The people around the man were all stunned, and the sheriff had a bad premonition in his heart, and he shouted and asked, "What did you do just now!"

The young sheriff subconsciously reached for the long sword at his waist, but in the last scene of his life, he only saw that the black-robed man lowered his head and brought the kerosene lighter he held in his palm to his mouth - gently pressed it.

"Boom-" sparks splashed.

"Boom-"

A huge cloud of flame mushrooms rose out of thin air from the square, and the flames that swept the earth were like a storm, wrapping the man with his head bowed and lighting a cigarette in the center of the eye of the storm, and the black robe on the man's body was completely shattered in the explosion, and under the scattered feathers of burning fire, the white uniform as solemn as a pilgrimage, the robe danced wildly, revealing from the fading flames.

"Alchemy Decomposition - Gas Carbon Bomb ......"

The gray-haired man, with his long hair tied in a ponytail fluttering in the hot air and a cross scar on his eye, pulled the cigarette out of his lips, opened his arms, and exhaled a straight puff of smoke, muttering in the embrace of flames.

In the high-temperature expansion of the explosive gas, all life could not survive, life and space were squeezed into faults by the expanding high-temperature gas, the expanding explosion shock wave swept across the entire square, the cracked and twisted human body crackled in the flames, the fragments of wood chips and goods turned into a rain of fire and sprinkled from the sky, and as the explosion ended, there were countless cheers, rising with the black bat wings. But none of this has anything to do with men.

The nitrogen gas around his body extinguished the flames around him, and the man extinguished the cigarette butt in the palm of his right hand, and then his steel right hand clenched into a fist—

Slammed into the ground in the middle of the scattered suitcases!

"Alchemy of Truth - Alchemy Practiced!"

Rumble!

The earth collapsed.

The stripped white marble bricks fused from the flowing water to the man's feet, and after initially touching the "Law of Truth", which is known as the highest achievement of alchemy, the practice array gained incredible power, and the aggregated calcium carbonate was decomposed into pure calcium and carbon, and then under the action of the alchemy element, an incredible material transformation occurred, and it was polymerized into the most stable existence in the substance-

That's iron!

However, unlike Su Zuo's primary training, the spear that appeared in the man's right hand, even if it emitted a hot red light in the hot steam, the magic array patterns and magic crystals on the steel spear were still faintly visible.

In an instant, after creating a high-level magic weapon in a way that defied physical reality, the man condensed a cloud of cold water vapor in his hand, quenched the hot steel spear, and in the white mist where the water vapor evaporated, he raised his head and looked at the woman in the distance with those gray pupils with an indifferent expression.

Trampling on the severed limbs and wailing human bodies all over the ground, the man slowly walked towards the swordsmen guarding the Duchess, looking at the magic protective force field in front of the woman, he said in a flat tone: "Although I also know that it is not possible, but if the gas carbon bomb can really kill you directly, then I will be relieved." ”

"Who are you, why did you commit such a horrific crime!?" the Duchess, who was watched by the man, stood up calmly, and the hellish situation in front of her eyes made the woman who had lived in a greenhouse since she was a child both frightened and angry.

"The one who came to take your life and that of your children......"

Facing the sheriff and the guardian swordsman who roared at him, the man explained leisurely, and then plunged the alchemical spear in his hand into the ground.

"Abyss Synthesizer!"

With corpses and human wounds on the ground at its core, broken goods and wood as materials, and wailing souls and fears as accompaniments, the anti-human abyssal dogs howl in the crimson magic superlude, emerging from the alchemical steam.

The synth's brain was transformed by alchemy to the point that only appetite remained. As soon as the monster that twisted into all sorts of non-humanoid forms appeared, it pounced on the sheriff and the swordsmen in front of him.

At the previous moment, the ** who were still injured and corpses were endowed with incredible power by magic, and the wood refining wrapped in their chests and backs gave them extremely high protective power, but the magistrates of ordinary swordsmen used all their strength to chop down, and they could only cut a blood mark on it, but once they were pounced, they didn't even have a chance to call out, and their throats were already torn apart.

The defense line formed by the guards was easily torn apart by the onslaught of the Abyssal Dogs.

"Damn the monster!" a guard who appeared to be a mid-level swordsman swung his long sword and slashed off the head of the synth in front of him, scolding angrily and rushing in front of the alchemist, slashing at the man with all his might.

"Bang!" the sparks burst out, and the long sword that slashed down was halfway there, and it was clutched by the man's right hand.

"How is that possible!" Before the swordsman, whose hands were numb from shock, could be surprised, he had already been shattered by a single shot.

The man who had opened the killing ring walked towards the Duchess step by step, and along the way, all the swordsmen he encountered, whether they were wailing with their wounds, or struggling to rush towards him, even if they were hugging his own synthetic beasts, the tall gray-haired man didn't care, just shot at him.

Then, as if being bombarded by a battering ram, the exploding human body and scattered internal organs can make every strong swordsman lose their souls.

Standing in front of the man at the end was a woman with her hands outstretched and her dress soaking wet.

The maid wearing a lotus leaf headband was in tears, and her cheeks were not good at all: "Please, let Miss ...... go"

The man waved his right hand indifferently.

Blood and flesh splattered the Duchess's face. Her hands clenched, her body trembling, but she didn't retreat.

"I had the guts to not run away. The man complimented softly, for the first time that the gray pupils showed something other than indifference.

"Where can you go if you run away? Duchess Shirley shook her head calmly, "Since there are no reinforcements yet, it means that you have used other methods to hold Sister Knettin and them back, right?" let me think about it...... Like an illusion enchantment?"

"Please! The little county lord will give it to you! Let me go!" Just as Shirley cheered up and talked to the man, the middle-aged maid who was trembling and huddled in the corner suddenly rushed out and knelt on the ground: "I still have a husband! I still have children! Please! The county lord gives it to you! Let me go!"

Among the woman's raised hands was the baby girl in swaddling clothes.

"O Na, you ......" Shirley swallowed as if she had been choked by someone halfway through her exclamation, and she covered her mouth hard, trembling, and endured all the pain. This gentle and strong woman finally bent down her straight back at this moment.

"Thank you. The man said softly, reaching out and picking up the baby from the maid's hand, and then raised the steel gun in his right hand—

"Wait—" Shirley let out a cry of pain.

"Poof!" the fragile human body burst like a water-filled balloon, the blood behind her splattered, and the bottom half of the maid's body collapsed to the ground.

"You demon!"

In the midst of Shirley's angry scolding, the gray-haired man indifferently raised his left hand and threw the sleeping baby girl out of his hand.

"Eliel!" The baby girl made an arc and slammed into the wall at a high speed amid the woman's screams.

"Arcane—"

The golden red flowing fire that broke through the sky, the long hair with fire chips flying, the wings of flame raised high, and in the arms of the golden-red girl, the pure silver arcane superlight flashed.

"Mage's Hand!"

ps:Today's class is again and the code word or something is burned out!Two more or something is impossible!And,** or something,Sure enough, you have to write in the best state......

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