"General Fendi, if we make a move here, we might accidentally injure civilians, right?" Major General Marco was nearly middle-aged, and his face was tired from running around for days. Especially his usually clean-shaven chin, which was now covered in ashen stubble, he looked like a homeless man, not a major general of the Federation.
Fendi spread out his hands and laughed exaggeratedly, "Major General Marco, you hid it so well." If we hadn't started with the flow of the black ship, you would have almost been fooled. You want to sneak to the surface on the black ship tonight. Once you get to the surface, it will be difficult to find you. So tonight, I won't let you slip away no matter what. "
"As for the civilians, I think they will be willing to sacrifice themselves for the cause of the Federation. Besides, there are no civilians in Black Street. I see either trash or rats. Of course, you're one of the bigger rats. "
Fendi turned to Marco and pointed at him with a smile. "Don't move, if you're really worried about civilian casualties," he said.
Marco sighed, "I have a reason not to be caught …"
"I knew you weren't a selfless person!" Before Marco could finish speaking, Fendi's figure flickered, and the short distance between him and Marco instantly disappeared under his adjusted movement technique. Marco only saw a fist expanding in his eyes. The major general had no chance to retaliate. He could only raise his arms with all his might and put on a blocking posture.
The entire bar was shocked.
The Maritans had always been sensitive to gases, and the moment Fendi hit Marco, Edward could clearly feel the air in the bar boiling almost instantly. The whole process from relatively stable to explosive eruption was completed in the blink of an eye. As a result, a high-pressure wind pillar shot out from Fendi's fist, pushing Marco out of the bar like a cannonball.
The wind pillar continued to extend, and in the blink of an eye, Marco didn't know which corner of Black Street he was blasted into. At this moment, the air pulled by Fendi's Origin Energy began to pour out in all directions, forming a terrifying shockwave that was enough to break gold and split stone. Waves of air whizzed out, and the guests in the bar screamed as they were sent flying. As for the tables, chairs, bar counters, walls, and even the roof of the bar, they were all smashed under the terrifying continuous impact.
After the howling wind, the bar was almost razed to the ground. Only a few load-bearing metal frames were left in place, but they were already badly deformed.
Edward widened his eyes.
This was the power of an Admiral of the Federation. A single punch could flatten everything within a hundred meters. Edward was sure that Fendi had not used her full strength. Perhaps to him, it was just a simple punch.
Then he reappeared, and Old Ward stood in front of him at some point. The old man's hands were crossed, and there were a few cuts on his arms that were torn by the wind pressure. Blood was gradually seeping out of them.
Fendi looked at the old man and smiled, "You're still so strong, Mr. Ward."
Then, he waved his hand as a gesture of farewell. With both hands in his trouser pockets, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, and transformed into a flickering shadow as he quickly flew away. At this moment, the groans of the guests rang out in the bar. Some of the young people who had been adopted by Old Ward and possessed Origin Energy wanted to catch up with him angrily. Old Ward shouted, "Stop, do you want to die? That's Fendi, the general known as the Butcher! "
Old Ward sat down on the ground and smoked his cigarette. "Damn it, this daddy finally managed to expand the bar, and it was destroyed by this brat just like that. I still can't get the compensation!"
"That person … Will he die?" Edward looked out of the ruins of the bar.
Under the night sky, Black Street lit up with lightning and fire from time to time. Occasionally, the ground would shake violently. Obviously, Fendi had already fought with the Major General named Marco. Old Ward snorted and said, "I won't die, but if it were me, I'd rather die."
'"Four Generals of the Federation, Russen is a scheming and sinister old thing; Melinda is upright and has the demeanor of a Knight; Sylpha is the youngest, and his engraved Carol of Revelation is known as the power closest to the origin of the universe. As for Fendi, you only need to know that his imprint is the Barbarian Butcher to know what kind of person he is. " Ward narrowed his eyes and said, "Somewhere in that man's heart is rotten, and his soul is filled with distortions and negativity. If I had to choose, I would rather provoke the other three generals than fight this mad dog-like fellow. "
"That Marco, I can only mourn for him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground shook again.
Fendi's body and face were already covered in blood. Of course, not a single drop of it was his own. He stepped on Marco on the ground with all his might. The major general almost sank into the concrete, coughing out blood from his mouth. Fendi smiled and stepped on it a few more times. "Tell me, who ordered you to do this? Don't try to fool me. With your authority and courage, I don't think you dare to make a move against those cowards from the Gate of Freedom. Although you did a good job, I wanted to shoot their butts for a long time. But I just wanted to, but you did it. You really have guts. "
'"Hey, what am I talking about? Well, I admire you very much, Major General Marco. Look, for your own sake, tell me who told you to do this. If you don't say it, it won't be as simple as trampling your hands and feet. "Fendi's gaze became crazy.
Marco, who was on the ground, had already twisted his hands and feet. However, he laughed bitterly, "You won't understand, you won't understand. How could a mad dog like you know the greatness of that lord? But you can know if you want. Let me tell you, his name is … "
Marco's voice became lower and lower, and Fendi couldn't help but stick up to hear it clearly. Marco laughed loudly, "Let's go to hell together, bastard!"
The major general's entire body emitted a dazzling Origin Energy light. A fireball rose from his body, and he actually used a self-detonation method. Fendi grinned and hugged the fireball tightly with his hands wide open. Dark red Origin Energy continuously shot out from Fendi's palm. They poured into the fireball, and as they continued to swim, the fireball actually gradually shrank.
That was because Marco's Origin Energy had been annihilated.
Fendi's hands gradually closed, and in the end, Marco's self-detonated fireball turned into a flame in his palm. Fendi blew out a breath of air, and the last of the Origin Energy flames disappeared just like that. However, in this way, even Marco's corpse could not be brought back. The Origin Energy produced by the self-detonation had long since separated his body from the body.
"You think too highly of yourself if you want to use this move against me, Major General." Fendi clapped his hands and said.
A series of air-piercing sounds came from behind him, and the moon was in the middle of the sky. Silver light sprinkled down, pulling out the shadows of dilapidated buildings on the street destroyed by Fendi. A few figures overlapped with the shadows. They wore silver and black magic energy armor, and on the chest of the armor was a pattern of a steel fist.
That was the symbol of the Iron Fist Legion.
"Marco is dead, but this matter is not over. Go and capture Marco's relatives, friends, and everyone who has been in contact with him this year! "Fendi smiled and said," I'm probably going to be busy for a while. "
He looked at the night sky, closed his ears, and made a listening expression. "Listen, the torrent of this era is already roaring. A new era is coming. The boring days are finally over! "
This month could be said to be a worrying month for the people of Babylon. The secret police of the Federation roamed the streets, and the guards of the Iron Fist Legion set up checkpoints on important roads to conduct extremely strict identity checks on people coming and going. Even some middle and lower class nobles did not have immunity. At this moment, they were no different from commoners.
The situation in Babylon had never been so tense.
As for the surface, two more districts announced that they had joined the Gate of Freedom. Due to the death of some of the members of the Gate of Freedom in the air crash last time and the addition of new members, this organization, which had made a strong declaration to the Federation, was currently electing new members and had no time to declare war on the Federation at the first possible moment. However, judging from the fact that the Gate of Freedom was constantly gathering armed forces on the ground, war was inevitable once their power structure stabilized.
In this tense month, Babylon ushered in March, when the grass was growing and the birds were flying.
This month was also an incomparably important month.
Of course, its importance was only for the Bescot and Grant clans. As the situation on the floating island and on the surface became increasingly tense, the Federation army's demand for armaments increased significantly. This was a great business opportunity for any weapons manufacturer. The two clans, who had previously said that they would launch new products of the Demon Martial Arts this month, welcomed intense competition.
This was a war without gunpowder, but its importance was no less than that of a real war.
On the first weekend of March, the Bescot and Grant clans coincidentally held a new product distribution party at the Venus Hotel. The two clans rented the halls on the third and fourth floors of the hotel as showrooms for the exhibition. The Venus Hotel had also put in a lot of effort in order to do a good job in these two clans. In addition to the elegant layout of the venue, they also prepared a projection curtain wall in the lobby on both floors that could synchronize the situation at the scene.
At that time, no matter which floor the guests were on, they would be able to see the new products of the other party without having to run back and forth between the upper and lower floors of the exhibition hall.
On Saturday morning, Allen woke up early. After breakfast, he left the wing tower with a suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a completed fusion matrix. As long as it was installed on the matching magic energy armor, it could be combined with other components to form a magic energy set.
A magic energy flying car was waiting outside the castle gate. After Allen and Horn met up, they got on the flying car together. The flying car flew away and was seen by a pair of eyes. Hyderick gently shook the fragrant black tea in his cup with a faint smile on his face.
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