Chloe walked unhurriedly towards the door, still thinking about how to pry Roger's mouth open.

Of course, even if Roger cooperated happily and confessed everything, he would torture that man with the most cruel means.

How arrogant that man used to be in front of him, how painful he would be when the time came.

He believed that it was the ultimate pleasure.

Ha......

Chloe let out a long sigh, he couldn't wait.

But just as Chloe walked to the door, he suddenly felt something, and he subconsciously looked up...... Almost at the same time, the Count of Roland in the house also felt something.

His body instantly turned into a violent wind and appeared at the gate of the castle, and he raised his head and looked into the sky.

In the distant sky, the crimson flames were like meteors tearing through the night sky, and the night that had fallen into darkness due to the obscuration of dark clouds was illuminated by flames.

Dense, like a rain of fire!

The light of the fire shone on the ground, as if clusters of flames were jumping on the ground.

Meteors in the sky are incredibly fast.

What is this?

The scorching sun and the secret art of ruling the fire nature of the church?

It can be released from such a distance, can it be said that it is a rather high-level secret art, is it a fire rain meteor?

I don't think I have offended the madmen of the Scorching Sun and the Ruling Church much in the recent past, right? Some distracting thoughts quickly flashed through Count Roland's mind, and at the same time, the movements of his hands did not stop.

As a Storm and War Church Seventh Order Storm Manipulator, Roland's strength was absolutely strong, and the Storm Emblem on his right hand instantly bloomed with a blue-gray light: "Tornado!" ”

A tornado appeared, kicking up dust, fallen leaves, and gravel from the ground, and whistling forward.

Count Roland tried to use this means to sweep away the flames from the sky, which seemed to be a pretty good decision.

The wind is howling, and the wind is whirling in the clouds.

Thundered......

Unfortunately, the tornado did not sweep the flames away, but instead caused a violent explosion.

With a loud roar, the impact of the rocket being detonated tore the tornado apart.

Roland's face changed slightly, his eyes widened, and he even wondered if he had seen it wrong.

It was a sixth-order secret technique, how could it be eliminated so easily?

A scene that made Roland feel even more desperate appeared, and in the sky farther behind, more and more flames appeared, as if densely dotted with stars in the night sky, filling all the areas that could be seen as far as the eye could see.

How many are there, a hundred, two hundred, three hundred...... Or is it more?

I don't know, I can't count.

At that moment, Roland only felt his scalp tingle, it was a force that even a seventh-rank storm manipulator could not completely resist, and he simply did not have time to continue to release secret techniques to resist the dense attacks from the sky.

The flames had drawn a graceful parabola in mid-air, and they had already begun to fall.

It was at close range that Roland finally saw the true appearance hidden under the firelight, the thickness of his arm, the crimson metal object, what was it?

"Get out of the way!"

Roland hissed the sharpest, and his body rushed into the living room, holding his wife Yvette in his arms.

Almost at the same time, the deafening roar was like thunder falling from the sky, and the chaotic sounds mixed together, and the ground beneath his feet fluctuated violently, as if an earthquake was coming.

Every roar was accompanied by a terrifying and desperate explosion.

Although the destructive power of the 107 Fire is not very powerful, it is basically an itch for underground bunkers, reinforced concrete, and modern tanks, but for the buildings of this world, it is a devastating force.

Two hundred and eighty-eight rockets fell in just a few seconds,

Pieces of buildings were torn to shreds and collapsed in the explosion, and there were even elite private soldiers in captivity of Count Roland, who knew how many, were crushed in the bombing.

The poor people didn't even know what was going on, and they fell asleep with the embrace of death.

There are even some who are lucky enough not to die, still struggling in the flames, wailing in the burning.

A rocket fell directly on the ground three meters in front of Koroy, and a violent impact directly shook Koloy's body out, and the broken shrapnel instantly drilled into Koroy's stomach, I don't know how many intestines were cut off, and the dirty filth mixed with viscous blood flowed down the wound, exuding a strong stench.

It hurts!

A rocket slammed directly into the roof of the castle, and the spire above the castle was instantly blown to pieces, and a hole was blown out of the roof, and broken earth and stones fell from the top of the head.

More bombs exploded around the castle.

Bang la blah.

The raging impact directly shook all the glass up and down the castle into shards, and in an instant, the floor in the hall was covered with a thick layer of glass slag.

The destructive power of one rocket may not be exaggerated, but ten, a hundred, two hundred rockets, that's another concept entirely.

The sound of the explosion finally came to an end.

Roland, who was lying in the corner with his wife in his arms, finally straightened up, he gasped for breath, his face was pale, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The throat was dry and it felt like it was about to crack, and my breath was painful.

The lavish castle was in shambles, and the dark night sky could be seen through the crumbling rooftops.

The walls were cracked like cobwebs, and the suffocating smell of gunpowder smoke surged inside and outside the castle, and through the broken windows, you could see that many places outside were burning with flames, and puffs of black smoke rose into the sky.

Occasionally, you can see some of his subordinates escaping from the fire in embarrassment, wailing in pain, some people are burned black, and some people are missing arms and legs.

Here it is like Hell will become.

Roland's fingers clenched subconsciously, and his body trembled, what level of power is this...... That's definitely not the seventh force that a storm manipulator can fight against, maybe only the eighth...... No, the presence of the ninth order may be required to intercept the catastrophe that falls in the sky.

But in the entire Loville Kingdom, how many ninth-order existences are there?

When did he offend an existence of this level to provoke such bloody revenge?

The only son was lying on the slag of broken glass, moaning in pain, his body was covered with torn wounds and blood, and the position of his stomach was a huge hole, and his internal organs were flowing out.

If it weren't for Chloe's strength being pretty good, I'm afraid that he would have died a long time ago with such an injury.

Even so, if the current situation is not treated in a hurry, I am afraid that it will not last long.

He let go of his trembling wife, dragged his tired body towards Chloe, and a bottle of potion appeared in his palm.

But just as he was crouching down in front of Chloe, the ground in front of him was suddenly once again reflected in the firelight in orange-red.

Raising his head to the sky, through the broken door, the blinding light in the sky once again tore the night apart.

Roland's pupils contracted violently.

He...... It's going crazy.

Hahahahaha......

Roland really seems to have turned into a madman, laughing so much that tears are about to flow.

The ninth order? No...... The loss of spiritual power caused by such a powerful secret technique cannot be supported even by a ninth-rank powerhouse.

Either he offended two ninth-rank powerhouses, or ...... It's even more terrifying, the tenth rank...... It is also called a super-order existence!

Is there really a super-level powerhouse in the Kingdom of Lovell, such a powerful secret technique is at your fingertips, as simple as drinking cold water.

That's what really powerful.

Thundered...... Thundered......

A new round of carpet bombardment has begun.

Advanced tactics on the planet, do not blow up the opponent's position, never enter the field!

Want hand-to-hand combat? No problem, blow it up first!

Shameless, but effective.

The roar was deafening.

There may have been many people in Golfito City who noticed the movement, but none of them dared to approach to investigate, for fear that they would be the next target.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke has spread halfway up the mountain.

Billowing smoke and dust, covering the sky and the moon.

There was not a single intact building to be seen on the top of the hill.

Chloe's luck was good, in the ensuing bombardment, he was not directly hit, and was even shaken out of the collapsed castle by the impact of a cannonball.

The injuries on his body were aggravated, but he was not dead yet.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!

Who's going to save me!

The unbearable pain made that bloated face contorted, and the face was dirty, and there was a faint moan in the throat.

The castle collapsed.

Roland's strength was very strong, and he didn't die directly, the power of the wind lifted the stone slabs and dirt piled up on his body, and crawled out of the ruins with a disgraced face...... And his wife, Yvette.

As his gaze swept around, he saw a ruin, and almost all of the hard-earned loyal private soldiers had vanished along with the collapsed buildings.

Decades of hard work have come to naught.

Roland could no longer bear this blow, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood with a wow.

Learn about Suosuo......

In my ears, I seem to be able to hear some strange sounds.

As far as the eye could see, the world in front of him seemed to have completely changed into a different shape, and large expanses of ash were scattered from the sky, and among the flying ashes, there seemed to be countless dense dark red silk threads.

These silk threads are like fluttering hair, and like slender insects wriggling in mid-air.

In heaven, on earth, everywhere.

Strange traces are spreading across the castle, which has been completely reduced to ruins.

Roland, his wife, and Chloe's bodies all shuddered, and wisps of streak bulged out from under the torn clothes, as if something slippery was wriggling under the skin.

The skin stinged like corrosiveness.

This is erosion.

Not far away, in the flying ashes, two figures gradually emerged.

It's getting closer.

Roland's heart clenched subconsciously, and his fingers clenched.

Finally, he saw clearly, one was a petite and cute girl with black hair and blue eyes who was less than one and a half meters tall, with an evil smile on the corner of her mouth.

The other is a young man wearing a top hat and a black suit.

With a warm smile on his face, the man took off his hat and put it on his chest, bent down slightly, and made an impeccable gentlemanly courtesy:

"Good evening, Count Roland."

"First time we met, my name is Roger!"