The wind was howling.
Horn took a step out of the cabin door of the airship and fell vertically towards the plaza within the high walls of the Iron Prison. His posture was very casual and natural. He did not jump off the ship like ordinary experts, and then make cushioning or other protective movements to land. Horn was more like taking a stroll in the garden, as if it was not a few dozen meters of void outside the cabin door, but a broad road.
He fell straight down.
When his feet landed on the ground, his knees bent slightly. The force of his fall and the impact on the ground were guided to the ground through this small movement, turning into a strong shockwave. With Horn as the origin, the ground quickly cracked and spread. An invisible force pushed up the concrete ground layer by layer, eventually forming a shallow pit with a diameter of seven to eight meters. Horn stood at the center of the shallow pit, leaning on his cane, calmly watching an army rush towards him in a flustered and exasperated manner.
Another person jumped out of the flying ship. Anna didn't have Horn's ability to fall without any hindrance. She used Origin Energy to form an obstacle around her body, and then continuously burst forth with Origin Energy to charge towards the ground, forming an upward hedging airflow to cushion her fall. Anna floated to Horn's side like a fallen leaf and stood in front of him.
The ground garrison of the Iron Fist Legion stopped forty to fifty meters away from Horn and Anna. The black muzzles of the magic energy rifles were aimed at Horn and Anna. Even the three bright pillars of light on the high wall overlapped around the two of them, making it impossible for them to hide.
A man in charge of commanding the army strode forward. The general star on his shoulder indicated that he had the rank of major general. The major general took a deep breath when he saw that it was Horn. Then he said, "Mr. Horn, this is an important place for the Federation. Please leave immediately and I can pretend that nothing happened. " Facing veteran experts like Horn, Capullo, and Russen, no one was willing to clash with them unless necessary. This major general was no exception. He didn't even care if his own decision would bring him trouble. But compared to facing Horn head-on, no trouble could be considered as trouble.
Horn was expressionless as he said indifferently, "If you hand over Allen to me, I can pretend that nothing has happened."
The major general had an ugly expression on his face. Of course, he knew that it was impossible. With the idea of doing his best, he braced himself and said, "Mr. Horn, there must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Allen is not here … "
"Is that so? Then let me take a look around the Iron Prison. If Allen isn't here, I'll leave immediately. I'll also bear all the responsibility for attacking the Federation's territory. "
The Major General was speechless and could only say, "That won't do. The Iron Prison is not Castle Ugarte. How can Mr. Horn visit it at will?"
"Then I can only express my regret." Horn took a step forward, passed by Anna, and walked forward.
The major general immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Seeing that Horn had already walked ten meters away, he could only roar, "Fire!"
Instantly, the plaza lit up, and hundreds of Origin Energy bullets poured down on Horn like a torrential rain. In the midst of the flying flames, the major general's body also swelled. Several buttons on his uniform popped open at the same time, revealing the swollen muscles below. The general of the Federation pounced towards Horn. Behind him, a projection of a snow-white ape with a prismatic crystal on its forehead appeared.
Horn suddenly stopped in the face of the rain of bullets and the Federation Major General who was pouncing towards him. He didn't see any movements, but he slightly raised his walking stick and slammed it on the ground. Immediately, a circle of grayish-white ripples spread forward. Countless Origin Energy bullets exploded when they touched the ripples, turning into small energy storms. The ripples rushed forward and instantly whipped into the crowd. Immediately, the soldiers of the Iron Fist Legion fell to the ground. The magic energy rifles in their hands were twisted and deformed, and they could no longer be used.
The major general of the Federation crossed his hands and blocked the impact. However, before he could regain his senses, his eyes blurred. Horn, who was still dozens of meters away, somehow arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. Horn raised his hand and pointed out with his walking stick. The speed wasn't very fast, but the major general didn't have time to react. The walking stick passed through the gap between his hands and landed on his chest. The major general's expression changed, but there was a huge force surging from Horn's inconspicuous walking stick.
He let out a muffled shout and flew backwards. The projection behind him shattered into pieces, and the unrestrained Origin Energy swept across the surroundings, forming a chaotic storm. The major general fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt his entire body go limp, and he couldn't get up for a moment. He could only watch as Horn walked past him. He could hardly believe his eyes. Horn hadn't even unsheathed Qiu Yan, yet he had already severely injured him. What kind of combat strength was this!
In the blink of an eye, Horn was already standing in front of the only low building in the square. He raised his hand and tapped the wall of the building with his walking stick, making a soft sound. At first, there was nothing unusual about the building, but soon, the building began to tremble. The frequency of the tremors increased from low to high. A few seconds later, cracks appeared on the outer wall of the building. In the next second, the outer wall was shattered into pieces and collapsed in all directions. The low building disintegrated in front of Horn's eyes, revealing the lonely elevator inside.
At this moment, another group of defenders arrived, and the Federation major general recovered. Even a few turrets on the defensive wall were turning their muzzles towards Horn's location. At this moment, two hurried howls rang out, and the turret that was turning immediately stopped moving. When a pillar of light swept across the turret, it was discovered that the gunner who was controlling the turret had fired in his head and was killed on the spot. Then, a resplendent river of stars pierced through the sky and drew in front of the group of defenders who were rushing over. The soldiers were unable to stand steadily under the pressure of the sharp saber Qi and fell to the ground one after another. The river of stars gradually dissipated, revealing Regis's figure holding a saber and sword.
The major general's pupils constricted. He could tell that Regis was strong. Even though he hadn't reached his level, he wasn't far from it. He could already be considered an expert. Just as he was about to attack Regis, he suddenly felt an astonishing pressure above his head. Raising his head, a blood-colored lightning fell from the sky. Within the blood-colored lightning, a dark red longsword was faintly discernible. The major general pointed his toes and slid backwards. The longsword smashed into the ground with lightning, and streaks of blood-red Origin Energy light turned around and shot out. These rays of light were extremely sharp, causing the major general to feel as if the air was being sliced apart.
Only then did the sword-wielder slowly stand up. His raised buttocks and towering twin peaks were clearly a woman. However, the major general was sure that the other party was not a human. At least he had never seen a human like the woman in front of him. More than 80% of her body was covered in dark red beast fur, especially her long hair. Every strand of hair emitted a hazy orange glow. From afar, it looked like a ball of flickering flames!
Of course, the major general wouldn't understand that this was Lola's brand new posture after awakening the Ancestral Spirit Call. After continuous battles and levelling up, Lola's original Wild Call finally fell in love with the second stage of the Ancestral Spirit Call. In this posture, the ancient genes of the Hulma people were revealed. Judging from Lola's long hair that was glowing with fire, the ancestors of the Hulma people must have had a natural affinity for fire. This might be the reason why their descendants still maintained their fiery red skin.
Lola, who was in the Ancestral Spirit Call state, was already infinitely close to the ancestors of the Hulma people. In addition to her second improvement in her basic qualities, her self-healing ability had also improved qualitatively. In addition, due to her affinity with fire, Lola had a good resistance to high temperatures, burning, and fire-attributed attacks in this posture. And it also produced a special ability, Flame Transmission.
Flame transmission could allow Lola's Origin Energy to be transmitted three times between multiple targets. After the transmission ended, a portion of the Origin Energy that Lola's Origin Energy had come into contact with would burn on its own and form a regional explosion through the resonance of Lola's Origin Energy. Just now, when Lola slashed down with her sword, she activated the ability to transmit flames. However, the Major General of the Federation dodged in time, so he didn't become the first and most important transmission medium.
But even so, Lola, who was in the Ancestral Spirit Call state, already had the strength to suppress a Major General of the Federation, not to mention that there was Regis not far away. The Major General of the Federation felt his head swell. When he saw Mirren and Belmond again, his expression changed completely.
Regis shouted, "Grandpa, leave this to us. Go save Allen!"
Horn was also surprised to see Regis appear. Hearing Regis's words, Horn was decisive and immediately brought Anna into the elevator. Mirren and Belmond also flashed in, and the elevator door closed, carrying the four of them to the underground prison. In the elevator, Horn looked at Mirren and said indifferently, "Marshal Greed has also received the news?"
Mirren nodded, "Before Young Master Allen returned to Earth, he had someone send an encrypted email to Marshal. When Marshal found out, he sent me back to Earth immediately. We just happened to meet Young Master Allen's friends, so we came together. But I didn't expect Mr. Horn to come here personally. "
"Mobius captured my family without any reason and even conducted some experiments on him. Do you really think that I, Horn, am dead …" Horn narrowed his eyes and said, "I've never been an easy person to talk to. Of course, this time is no exception. But is it really good for Sirius to interfere in this matter? "
"What the Marshal means is that whoever dares to touch my student should be beaten first."
Horn was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "It's really Marshal Greed's style. No matter what, Bescot owes Sirius a favor this time. " Then he looked at Belmond and smiled, "I'm really happy for Allen to be able to charge into the Federation and have companions like you."
In the blink of an eye, the elevator had already reached the bottom. Horn straightened his body and said, "Let's see how Fendi plans to welcome me."
At this moment, the elevator door opened. It had only opened a small gap when gunshots suddenly rang out from outside. Then, countless bright lights lit up the place. The storm of bullets poured down like a torrential rain, instantly deforming and breaking the elevator door. Fragments mixed with the rain of bullets splashed towards the people in the elevator.
Horn snorted and his cane landed on the ground, embedding itself into the floor. An invisible impact spread out in a fan shape with him as the starting point, bouncing back the metal fragments and Origin Energy bullets. Then, a golden light lit up in the elevator, like a ray of sunlight that penetrated through the leaves on an autumn afternoon.
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