Seeing his life disappear in front of him one by one, Roger's heart was not only a little uncomfortable, he even had a faint excitement.

Thirty thousand years ago, Roger had done a lot of killings.

But never once did Roger feel that kind of excitement.

It's as if some door has been opened in the soul.

The sound of death was so pleasant, he was immersed in this enjoyment, as if this was his real self.

Catharsis, release.

Because of Rosalina's demise, the suppressed emotions were finally relieved at this time.

The smile on his face grew thicker and thicker.

Don't you guys really want to bully the Ballets?

Don't you guys like bullying Rosalina?

Don't you guys really want to torture Leo Nona?

What secrets are the Ballete family hiding, and what does it have to do with you?

Why do you have to come here to break this peace? If it weren't for you goddamn greedy hyenas, Rosalina's soul might not have collapsed so quickly.

Those little bastards died before, and now it's your turn to taste what it tastes like.

As for these creeps? It doesn't matter, in Roger's eyes, these are just lackeys, and there is no difference between the lackeys and the owners behind them, when they line up in a neat line and try to level the mansion of the Ballett family, do you ever think that they will fall into a worse situation?

In fact, it's simple, just treat the soldiers in front of you in hardcover armor as goblins with rags wrapped around their bodies and broken wooden sticks in their hands.

Looking at the torn bodies one by one, looking at the faces of those people twisted with fear, Roger even had the urge to laugh out loud in his heart.

Especially the six old things, although they were hidden behind the dense crowd, they were still found by Roger.

Before, he led fifteen thousand elite soldiers with great momentum, wanting to come and kill himself, kill Leonona, kill all the members of the Ballett family, and all the people related to him.

They also say they are murderers?

Since he is a murderer, wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing to kill a few more?

Anyway, your face should be like this, from the previous full of confidence to the current fear and disbelief distorted, he is really about to laugh out loud.

Primo, the leader of the Knights of the Royal City, was constantly trembling, his eyes were getting wider and wider, and even from a long distance, Roger could still clearly see the bloodshot in this guy's eyes.

Fear and madness were fermenting in Primo's chest.

In the end, maybe it's madness that overshadows fear, or maybe it's fear that makes him even crazier.

This old and strong thing suddenly opened its mouth:

Roar!

Like an old but proud lion king.

One hand slapped the war horse under him, only to hear a snap, the war horse instantly turned into meat sauce, and Primo's body rose into the air.

Above and below Zhou, the crimson flames burned violently, and there seemed to be a bright scorching sun under the dark night sky.

Scarlet flames wrapped around Primo's arms like two pythons.

Scorching Sun Path, Eighth Order Secret Technique, Fire Dragon!

Rise!

With two dragon groans, two fire dragons wrapped around Primo's body, like meteors across the sky, swooping towards Wujiu Chang.

This is the strongest power that Primo can come up with in a short period of time.

Although it is possible to use a ninth-rank secret technique, that kind of high-level secret technique is extremely cumbersome to use and requires a long time to prepare.

What's more, with the spiritual power of the ninth rank to urge the secret technique of the eighth rank, the destructive power is definitely not weak, the red fire dispelled the darkness around him, and the faces of everyone reflected were red, and the air around the place where the body crossed was distorted.

Get lost

The heat wave even made the soldiers on the ground feel like their bodies were about to be steamed.

Good fellows, believers in the Church of the Scorching Sun and Judgment.

The smile on Roger's face became more and more cruel, and his eyes were just staring at the scarlet flame in mid-air, and through the swirling flames, he could even see two hideous dragon heads.

Rumble!

Just as the flames had just flown half the distance, there was a violent roar between heaven and earth.

The voice was like thunder.

I saw that in the thick and long barrel of the cannon, a thicker flame erupted instantly, and the gunsmoke at the position of the muzzle of the cannon rolled out.

The velocity of a 200-mm smoothbore shell is far more exaggerated than that of the Primo.

The fire dragon didn't even have time to dance before it could reach Fifty-Nine Change, and a huge and heavy cannonball had already smashed into Primo's chest.

Immediately after, there was an even more violent explosion, and the gunpowder exploded, and Primo's body was directly blown out.

In midair, his body rolled and slammed into the ground.

The expensive armor on his body was reduced to splinters in an instant, and his chest and abdomen were in shambles, and there were wounds cut by shrapnel everywhere, and his intestines were rotten and bloody.

Not dead yet.

It is worthy of being the Seven Saints of Protecting the Country, and it is worthy of being a transcendent person of the ninth rank.

Even if you don't specifically strengthen your physical body, the strength of this physical body is far stronger than that of ordinary people.

This scene made the faces of the other old men who were already scared even paler.

Their lips couldn't stop trembling, and the powerhouses of the ninth rank ...... Just got knocked away?

Under one move, it is directly tattered and half-dead?

Their scalps are about to explode, is that guy still human?

How can there be such a powerful existence in this world?

Blood was still gushing from Primo's mouth, and his body was already slimy, and he was even struggling, trying to get up from the ground.

"Primo, get out of the way......

At this moment, a sharp voice suddenly came from behind, it was Priestley's voice, his throat seemed to be torn apart, and the originally muddy and thick voice became extremely sharp at this moment.

Primo, who was still a little dazed, subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see that Plislet, as well as several other old things, had completely distorted their faces together, and they opened their mouths one by one and howled loudly.

Tsk, are these old guys worried about themselves?

For a while, Primo was even a little moved, after all, they were lifelong rivals.

At least, at this moment, Plislet, Morton, Wycliffe, Elliott, and Gerald were really worried about Primo, they didn't want to see Primo die here, they didn't want to ......

"Front......

Another scream crept into Primo's ears.

Primo, who finally heard clearly, subconsciously turned his head, and as soon as his head was twisted back, a behemoth appeared in front of him, and the rotating track directly ran over Primo's legs, rolling Plimo's entire body under the track.

Poof.

Another crushed cherry tomato.

With a weight of dozens of tons, even a ninth-rank super powerhouse couldn't resist it, and by the time Wujiu changed it, there was only a scarlet blood mark left on the ground.

He's dead.

Primo, the head of the Knights of the Royal City...... Dead.

That's it?

This is the powerhouse of the ninth rank?

These are the Seven Saints of Protecting the Country?

It's so weak.

The bullets are still ejecting.

The barrels of the six Gatlings had turned red, and even faintly bent slightly.

Primo's death had a strong impact on these soldiers, and the last nerve in their souls was also broken at this time, and they could no longer bear the fear in their hearts, so they threw away the weapons in their hands and turned around and ran.

I don't care about two million gold pounds, or the status of a nobleman.

Going to die, going to die, going to die......

But for these people, even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't do it, and dense bullets came from behind, and their bodies were immediately torn apart.

The barrage is too dense.

Armour? Useless.

Spiritual barrier? Useless.

No matter what kind of defense, it will be torn apart in an instant.

Human life has become the cheapest thing, not even as good as garbage.

The neat ranks were in disarray, and even worse, instead of dying under the dense bullets, they were trampled into meat sauce under the trampling of their comrades' metal combat boots.

Nelson's body was trembling, and every second of the battle Nelson's understanding of Roger deepened, and the powerhouse of the ninth rank was not much better than the curly-haired baboon in front of Roger.

And this, is this all Roger's strength?

Not necessarily.

No one knows how terrible this mysterious man will be when he bursts out with all his capital.

Looking at the crowded soldiers, Nelson couldn't help but clench his fists, and kept roaring in his heart:

Run, run!

Obviously, he was on Roger's side, but the almost never-ending killing and death in front of him still made Nelson feel a strong sense of unbearability.

"Don't run, stop me." Several old men screamed loudly.

"Mystic, mystic, give me the arcane spell to smash that iron shell." Elliott, the president of the Mystic Society, screamed loudly.

Under the forced orders of several old men, some of the mystics barely stopped, their bodies suspended in mid-air and their arms outstretched.

Winds, hail, fire, thunder and lightning rushed towards the distant Wujiu Change.

It's just useless.

It seems that the dense and powerful secret technique hit the Wujiu Change, but it only barely made a crackling sound, and it was impossible to break through the armor of the Five Nine Change, and it was not easy to leave a little mark on it.

Instead, it was the mystics who were floating in mid-air and were the target of the next round of attacks.

A round of bullets swept past.

Only a popping sound was heard, and hundreds of bodies were directly torn to pieces in mid-air.

"Damn, you get his attention." Gerald's grim face whispered, "Give me a strengthening secret technique, and I'll sneak up from behind."

"This guy is just relying on this weird holy relic, if this holy relic is destroyed, maybe we still have a chance to turn the tables......

Gerald's eyes flashed with an eerie light.

At the moment when the flames of war burned, they had no way out.

Even if they surrender, even if they escape, they will be killed by Roger one by one.

Elliot himself presided, and one after another enhanced secret techniques began to flicker on Gerald's body.

"Secret Arts—Steel Armor!"

"Secret Technique—Might!"

"Secret Technique—Concealment!"

"Secret Technique—Super Acceleration!"

"Super Strength Amplification!"

"Armor Piercing!"

"Corrosion!"

"All-attribute spiritual power barrier!"