Something big has happened.
With a loud bang, a corner of the Amar King Church suddenly exploded into fragments that filled the sky, and a sturdy figure was sent flying out of it.
Immediately after, fifteen figures quickly rushed out.
The panicked screams instantly tore the calm atmosphere in the island, and a large number of people quickly poured out of the church.
It has been five days since the Mezak Pirates arrived on this island. Today was the day of the monthly Sutra Lecture that had been set since the island was established.
Armar Wang is a religious person, and he himself founded the Armar religion. He is the founder of this religion and the leader of this religion. On this day of the month, he will summon his believers and speak in this huge and solemn church.
But today, less than three minutes after the start of the sermon, such a scene appeared.
The dark-skinned, three-meter-tall Amar Wang had a single palm in front of his chest. Around his neck hung a string of pitch-black beads that sparkled under the sunlight.
"You dare to show up, it's really surprising."
Looking at the fifteen people who walked out of the smoke step by step, Armar Wang said in a deep voice.
"This is not a dragon's den, why can't we show up?"
Among the fifteen people, one of them said with a smile.
They stepped forward and surrounded Armar Wang in the blink of an eye.
"This place is ten times more dangerous than a dragon's den, a hundred times!"
"Well, since you are here, you don't have to leave!"
Armar Wang's momentum suddenly rose. He stretched out his right hand, and under the golden light, a sharp pestle appeared! This pestle weighed 250 kilograms and was 1.5 meters long. When it was swung down, it was enough to shatter boulders and crack the ground.
As soon as the weapon appeared, Armar Wang rushed up, holding the Demon Subduing Pestle in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of a person and waved the pestle.
"Hoo!"
The wind suddenly rose, and the stones flew.
The heavy Demon Subduing Pestle faintly made a sound, and with a bang, it fell on the ground.
This blow was heavy and powerful. But after swinging out, Amar Wang's expression changed, and he suddenly turned to the right, glaring fiercely.
The dust dissipated, and the place where the Demon Subduing Pestle landed was empty. One of the fifteen people had changed direction.
"Hello, I'm Mezac. I hope my performance will be enjoyable for you."
Across from him, Mizzak took off his hat, bent down, and smiled.
Amar Wang narrowed his eyes and grabbed the Demon Subduing Pestle with his right hand.
He took a step forward, and his aura accumulated once again. Specks of golden light flickered on his pitch-black skin, and a mysterious chant sounded behind him.
After three steps, Amar Wang seemed to have turned into a tiger. His aura was ferocious, and his eyes shone with a dazzling golden light. Every step he took left a deep footprint on the ground as he ran forward quickly.
"What a majestic power. As expected of the Amma King with a bounty of over 700 million."
Feeling the tremors on the ground, the smile in Mezac's eyes deepened. He rubbed his hands, and a pitch-black wand appeared.
Then, he placed his hand in front of the wand and gently shook it. Then, he pointed the wand again.
"Big Red Star Cannon, are you surprised?"
A cannon with a red star engraved on the barrel appeared in front of Mezac, and the fuse was already lit.
Amar King narrowed his eyes. His expression became ferocious as he let out a low roar.
"Aha!"
He quickened his pace and moved forward quickly.
However, the Red Star Cannon's barrel trembled, and with a roar, it spat out a cannonball.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the cannonball had already arrived in front of Amar Wang and slammed into his raised arms.
Amar Wang had the strength of a lion, tiger, leopard, and elephant, but at this moment, he couldn't block the bombardment of the cannon. Amar Wang was sent flying for a full 50 meters, leaving a long mark on the ground.
Then, it exploded again. Flames covered the sky and the earth, and swallowed Amar Wang in the blink of an eye.
"Will it be hard to explain if we kill him?"
"A dead person is still a person!"
"Haven't you thought that he's fine?"
The fifteen people looked at Amar Wang who was swallowed by the flames of the cannonball and discussed again.
Mezac held the wand in his hand and smiled as he watched the scene in front of him.
After three breaths, with a low roar, a person rushed out of the flames. His body was surrounded by golden light, and the flames were burning fiercely outside his body, but they couldn't get close to him.
"Illusionary beast type guys are really hard to deal with!"
Mezac sighed and wanted to dodge, but he found that the other party was already in front of him and swung the pestle down.
"Boom!"
Dust flew, and the ground cracked. The power released by Amar Wang's pestle was no less than the cannonball from before.
This pestle hit solidly. Amar Wang could feel it, but when he looked down, his eyes couldn't help but focus.
"It's not that guy!"
It was as if the person on the ground, badly mutilated, wasn't the one he had just hit.
Mezac, holding the wand, was now dozens of meters behind him. Amar Wang clearly remembered that there was another person standing there.
"Captain, hurry up and finish him off. Their reinforcements will be here soon."
Another person reminded.
"Yes, we can't delay any longer."
Mezac nodded and sighed.
He wanted to play a few more times. Saying so, he pointed the wand forward again.
Amar Wang, who turned around, was stunned. He heard a strange sound behind him.
When he abruptly turned around, what entered his eyes immediately caused his pupils to shrink.
"Impossible!"
He shouted, but the guy who had fully recovered had already pulled out the western sword at his waist with a grim smile and slashed.
"Puff!"
Blood splashed and flowed on the ground. Amar Wang took a few steps back, his face became extremely solemn.
"Move out, quickly finish him off!"
Mezac shouted in a deep voice.
Fourteen men in black suits and black hats immediately jumped and besieged Mezac.
In the blink of an eye, weapons such as swords and guns were launched at Mezac.
"Roar!"
In the siege, Mezac's whole body flashed with golden light. The swords and guns couldn't leave a mark on him, and bright sparks burst out.
But every time Mezac waved the pestle, the people in front of him would magically disappear, making his attacks miss.
"These guys, what's going on? I can't hit him at all!"
Mezac felt that it was too strange. He had never seen such a strange ability.
Amidst the flickering golden light, his defensive power had indeed increased greatly, but his stamina consumption had also increased exponentially.
At this moment, Mezac suddenly spoke.
"Alright, hehehehe, the preparation work is finally done."
"You can also retreat."
"Wait for the show!"
The fourteen men immediately retreated, leaving Amar Wang in the middle.
Amar Wang looked around, and a dark curtain immediately reflected in his eyes, making his pupils shrink.
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