"To be able to choose a god who walks in this era as a substitute, you must also have your own talent."

Beelzebub looked at Leo.

"What He gives you, I can give you double."

Leo slowly looked up at Beelzebub.

"What happens if I refuse?"

Beelzebub's eyelids closed slightly, and he seemed to be about to say something, but movement on one side attracted his attention.

The troops at the edge of the square were rapidly adjusting their formations and quickly withdrawing from here.

The mechs of the mechs of the mechs of the mechs of the mechs each carried a part of the infantry and prepared to flee from here.

Although they moved quickly, the number of troops stationed here was not small, so the evacuation speed was much slower.

Beelzebub looked at the evacuated troops with an expressionless face, and spoke slowly and unhurriedly.

"Did I let you go?"

His voice was not loud, but it was very clear to everyone's ears.

His voice was very calm, but it was like the cold ice on his back, and it was piercing and eerie......

However, they did not stop the pace of evacuation.

The mechs strode as they sang, billowing smoke gushing out of the chimneys behind them, and steam from cooling out of their joints.

Beelzebub raised his head slightly. In the darkness, under the scarlet eyes, there was a hideous smile.

A massive wave of magic rushed from in front of him towards the group of soldiers.

The stone bricks under his feet were swept to both sides by this force, and the soldiers who ran at the back were instantly torn apart by this magic force.

McCroft, who was still at the front, reacted quickly, yelling at the soldiers and dodging to the sides.

The soldiers were also very quick to react, and they rushed directly to the sides. However, those who didn't have time to dodge were torn apart into flesh and blood the moment this magic touched it. Even those mechs that didn't have time to dodge were torn apart by this sheer force.

The people who fell to the ground struggled to get up from the ground.

The next scene appeared in front of their eyes, causing their pupils to shrink to a little in that instant, and their bodies trembled slightly from this terrible scene.

At Beelzebub's feet, a ravine three meters wide and several kilometers long spread in the direction of the main street.

Flesh and mechs filled the ravine, and some of the soldiers' stumps were even spilled under their feet.

Mycroft struggled to stand upright, too. At this moment, he is diametrically opposed to the calm and decent appearance before. The expensive custom suit was full of holes, gray faces, and even some gravel was pierced into the skin, which looked very embarrassing. However, he was not seriously injured overall.

But a painful wail on one side caught his attention.

He turned his head slowly, and saw James clutching his legs in pain and struggling on the ground. He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

And when it stretched out of his thigh, it was nothing—his left calf was blown off.

Blood gushed out, gradually staining the ground red.

His own brother was lying on one side, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Watson was fine, but he also had a piece of iron stuck in his calf—probably a fragment from the time the mech was shredded.

He staggered to James' side, took off his clothes and began to stop the bleeding for James.

He had just come down from the battlefield not long ago, so he was all too familiar with all this, so he appeared calm.

Of course, although he seemed calmer, he was still shrouded in a desperate fear at the moment.

Because he had witnessed the whole process, he knew what kind of thing they were up against. Maybe everyone here is going to die here.

But before he could do that, he had to save the people he could.

Looking at the devastation, the stumps and flesh on the ground, Rao is Mycroft was enveloped in anger at the moment.

Without hesitation, he pulled out a walkie-talkie from his body, accompanied by the sound of electricity.

"The Asnia, Baal Cathedral, all-round fire coverage !!!"

Beelzebub seemed to sense something, and slowly raised his head to look into the distance.

I saw that on the sky dome in the distance, countless "shooting stars" cut through the darkness and rushed straight towards them.

Marbus recognized these things, and he whispered, "My king, these things are not weak, they have killed many of us. ”

Beelzebub slowly raised his hand, and a purple laser shot out from his palm.

Almost instantly, the laser swept through all the artillery fire.

After a brief silence, all the artillery fire in the sky was detonated in advance.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

Dozens of explosion clouds burst into the sky, blinding light and massive impact spreading in all directions, shattering the glass of houses and raining down the streets.

The earth trembled slightly, like a small earthquake.

Beelzebub's eyes showed a hint of interest, "Relying on the rules of the end of the Dharma era to create such a thing, in a sense, the human beings of this era are indeed smart. ”

His gaze instantly locked on Mycroft, who was holding the walkie-talkie.

He slowly raised his hand, and a beam of light shot out from his eyes, instantly piercing Mycroft's arm, directly blasting his walkie-talkie-holding arm to pieces.

Blood splattered with minced flesh on Mycroft's face, and before he could even react, the intense pain had spread to his nerves.

He gritted his teeth tightly, although the gums were already bitten and trembled slightly, but he still didn't scream.

He just took off his clothes to stop the bleeding from the broken wound in his arm.

He stared at Beelzebub not far away, his pale face and dark eyes.

Beelzebub stepped out and came to Mycrof in an instant.

"I admire the look in your eyes." Beelzebub praised, "As if to say, "If you don't kill me, then you will surely die." ”。”

His eyelids twitched slightly, and his cheeks lifted into a pleasant smile.

"I've seen a lot of people like you in the past, proud, smart, and think that with their wisdom they can solve everything. But ahhhh

He slowly raised his hand, and a dazzling light bloomed into his hand.

Then Mycroft heard a roar that seemed like the end was coming. The earth shook like an earthquake.

Soon, the light quickly faded, and the deafening roar gradually diminished.

The shaking of the ground also stopped......

Mycroft regained his gaze.

He slowly turned his head, and his pupils shrank into a little at this moment.

In the direction of Beelzebub's palm, a huge ravine that ran through half of the city appeared in front of him.

All the houses, buildings, and streets through which the ravine passed were blasted into pieces and fell into the ravine.

The dark clouds above the sky in the distance were also blasted out of a huge gap, through which the setting sun swayed down.

It is as if only natural disasters can cause destruction, and it is a great shock.

Mycroft's mouth was slightly open, his throat was a little dry, and even the pain in his arm was temporarily forgotten by him.

Not only him, but also the remaining magicians and those soldiers, all showed the same expression as McCroft at this moment, and even more exaggerated.

Beelzebub's words continued.

"Before absolute power, all cleverness can only be regarded as a ridiculous theatrical performance."

(End of chapter)