"The target is Ron Edmund?"
The golden-haired middle-aged man in the image was also looking in that direction. His eyes were solemn, and there was a hint of coldness in them. "Is he trying to catch the leader? Does this sniper think that he can hurt the Monarch of Energy? Isn't he a little too confident? "
"That's indeed an existence that can't be hurt by firearms!"
Rose Mechen nodded slightly. He also felt that the possibility of this was slim. However, he stopped signing and waited quietly for the result. Anyway, it would only be a short delay, and it would not affect the overall situation of the City of Atlanta.
The bullet traveled three kilometers in the air, and it would only take a thousandth of a second. At this time, there was already a result in the "Conservation of Energy" Magic Tower, but it had not shown yet.
At the same time, at the top of the 20-story Magic Tower, Ron Edmund was facing a fatal crisis.
When the bullet penetrated the outer wall of the Magic Tower, Ron Edmund had already felt the danger. However, this magician thought that it was not a big problem. The bullet should have been made by the top Great Alchemist, and the magic energy level was as high as Level-28. The power contained in the bullet was very strong, but the current situation was still within the scope of what he could handle.
Before "Longwei's Theocracy of Deterrence" began to take effect, Ron Edmund had already set up "Mental Resistance", "Virtual Soul", "Mechanical Thinking", "Prismatic Shield", "Protective Energy", "Force Field Shield", and other nine kinds of defensive spells in front of him. He also condensed an energy clone next to him, simulating the fluctuations of his own aura.
It was only at this time that the "Deterrence" of the Theocracy's power made his soul stiff, and he almost temporarily lost the ability to think. Fortunately, his mental defense was effective. Especially the "Mechanical Thinking", which allowed him to think and react effectively even under the impact of the Theocracy of Deterrence.
But next, this magician's thinking mode was already similar to that of a computer. He saw with his own eyes that the bullet followed a spiral trajectory, broke through his layers of defensive shields, and blasted through the dozens of layers of defensive magic arrays inside and outside the Magic Tower as if they were nothing.
He did not know whether the person who fired the shot did it on purpose, or if it was a coincidence. The bullet always hit the weakest and most vulnerable point of all the defensive magic arrays and defensive spells.
Even if it hit the strong point of the defensive magic arrays, these arrays would still be delayed or even obstructed due to various accidents.
This allowed this demigod-level bullet to always penetrate his layers of defense with the least amount of energy.
The energy doppelganger that Ron Edmund released was also completely useless. The bullet locked onto his position and blasted towards him.
That seemed to be the Theocracy of Fate?
When this speculation surfaced in Edmund's mind, the shock and fear that came from the depths of his soul almost shattered his mechanical thinking.
At this time, Ron Edmund of Edmund Edmund Edmund Edmund said.
Ron Edmund tried his best to twist and fold space. He did his best to use his spatial spells and set up three layers of Twisting Void in front of him. At the same time, he tried to leave the center of the Magic Tower where he stood.
However, the last spell he cast, Astral Escape, failed due to a mistake in the sequencing of the Mana. It even caused the Mana to backfire.
For him, who had the title of "Monarch of Energy," this was simply inconceivable. But this mistake happened in such a strange way.
In Ron Edmund Edmund's vision, the bullet was only 0.3 meters away from his forehead. The space that he twisted and folded did not deflect the bullet's trajectory. The latter seemed to have its own soul and will, and it had been locking onto Ron Edmund's position.
Therefore, extreme fear tightly gripped his heart.
Ron Edmund did not panic. At the last moment, he cast a spell. Then, in the next moment, his body began to be annihilated by the Theocracy power carried by the bullet.
As Edmund Edmund expected, the several regeneration spells he had prepared for himself in advance did not work.
The Sniper held the Theocracy of "life" and "death." The clones and magic dolls he had hidden in every corner of the Magic Tower all died at the same time. Under the effect of the Theocracy of "death", Edmund's last spell, "Soul Severing", worked.
However, Edmund's final spell, 'Soul Rend', worked. He separated part of his flesh and soul, separating his divinity as a God of Laws from the Divine Flame and severing his connection with the main body for a short while.
Then, after the main body died completely, and the bullet was annihilated by the collision of energy, Edmund began to absorb the scattered remnants of his spirit and restore his body.
But at this time, his "Energy Conservation" Magic Tower began to tilt in the sky after losing his control. A huge mushroom cloud of flames burst out from the top of the Magic Tower.
This scene made almost everyone in and outside the City of Atlanta who was lucky enough to witness this scene widen their eyes and fall into silence.
"Longwei!"
200 kilometers away, the Silver-Winged Duke Monroe Kincaid, who was covered in silver bandages, spat out this word. Then, he retreated into the shadows behind him without any hesitation.
As he had predicted before, the Sniper's ability was already above Kincaid's. The result of forcing him to stay in the City of Atlanta was not optimistic.
At the same time, Roland Benedict, who had arrived on the battlefield a minute ago, once again flashed a strange light in his eyes. Then, he cast his eyes on the Magic Tower of the Demigod Mage Ibu Garrison, the "Source of Secret Words."
Li Mochen's request for him was to do his best to keep one of the many Demigods.
In Roland Benedict's view, the mage consultant of the Violet family had become a director of the New Continent Association of Mages. He was a demigod mage who was not far from becoming a mage. He was undoubtedly the most valuable target after General George Mattiola!
He did not hesitate. Just as the mushroom cloud of flames on the top of the "Energy Conservation" Magic Tower spread, countless black plants grew under Roland Benedict's feet. Some of the wisteria wrapped around his body like armor, and then his whole body, like a meteor, crashed into the fourteen-story Magic Tower. This caused the entire region to once again be filled with earth-shaking rumbles. Huge shockwaves battered the sky and earth.
"How is this possible?"
On the top floor of the Amethyst Building, Rosie Van Drick looked at the Magic Tower with smoke and couldn't help but murmur, "That's Edmund! A mage who can go head to head with Bethel Constantine, a God of Laws who already has the powerful divine title of 'energy.' "
"It's Longwei! A nearly complete version of Longwei! He also has a terrible master — "
Heinz Van Drick, the head of the Van Drick family, also had a pale face.
"He makes me feel powerless and afraid!"
"This shot can kill you and me. Where did Kang Xiuli and his grandson find such a sniper? This guy's strength is far stronger than the Silver-Winged Duke Monroe Kincaid. "
Kidd Van Drick could understand his brother's feelings. In fact, at this time, his hands were also trembling.
At this moment, he saw a black beam of light bombarding the middle section of the "Energy Conservation" Magic Tower that was beginning to travel to the astral plane, causing the outer half of the Magic Tower to begin to collapse. Even the southern part of the Magic Tower had a large area of collapse.
"The forbidden spell 'Matter Annihilation!' It's the World Destroyer, Lafat de Robespierre. "
He felt that this "Monarch of Energy" would most likely be in danger this time. He probably wouldn't die, but his injuries would most likely be severe to the point of death. Also, this "Energy Conservation" Magic Tower might not be able to survive.
"Salas, I think I'm very lucky —"
In the southern suburbs of Atlanta City, Rose Mechan was drenched in cold sweat. His eyes were filled with the hope that he would be able to get away with it.
"I have to be glad that I didn't sign this contract, don't I?"
Flames were already burning in his right hand, burning the dragon skin scroll in his hand.
"Can you think about it again, Mechen?"
The golden-haired middle-aged man in the magic projection also had fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes were also filled with anxiety.
"I need your help now. Even if you can't fulfill the conditions we promised, we can still give you other rewards."
Rose Mechen didn't say anything, but the flames in his hand burned even brighter.
He wanted to know what kind of reward the National Alliance of Progressives could offer that was comparable to the 60 billion gold duns promised and the prospects of a financial group.
Even the top five organizations in America couldn't afford to pay tens of billions of gold duns just to buy a demigod like him.
Compared to the reward offered by the National Alliance of Progressives, the risk he was facing now had risen sharply to an extremely dangerous level.
"Rose Mechen!" The golden-haired middle-aged man's tone became more serious. "Don't forget, that lucky André's parents died in the hands of the CIA! You were also one of the participants in that chase, right? "
Rose Mechen's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were unusually solemn.
But at this moment, the roar of the "Dragon God of Destruction Bahamut" sounded in the sky again. The ear-piercing sound of a gunshot once again shook Rose Mechen's eardrums.
He subconsciously looked up and saw that 19 kilometers away, the head of the demigod hunter Ivan Broy, who was hiding in a corner of the southern city of Atlanta, had been blown up.
For a demigod who had ignited the godly fire, the body and brain were not vital points. However, the soul of this Demigod powerhouse perished the moment his body was annihilated!
This person could no longer restrain the powerful magic energy he possessed, causing a huge wave of magic to rise. In less than a second, it surged to every corner of the City of Atlanta.
"It's the Theocracy of Death!"
Rose Mechen's body trembled slightly, and then he did not hesitate to increase the intensity of the flames again.
"That chase was official business, Mr. Salas! I was only following orders from my superiors to hunt down Li Chunchu and her husband. And didn't the National Association of Progressives have a hand in controlling the CIA and manipulating that incident? You can't threaten me, sir. "
He did not wait for the blond middle-aged man to speak again. He waved his hand again and cut off the magical communication this time.
At this moment, he heard his assistant, a Legendary Level-5 Mage, let out a sigh.
"It's hard to imagine that even a person like the 'Energy Monarch' would be injured to this extent by a sniper rifle. This should be the most terrifying sniper in America!"
After he said this, he turned to look at him. "Boss, were you talking to someone just now? The National Association of Progressives? Or our superior? "
"The former! We're lucky this time, I almost led you into a ditch. "
Rose Mechen did not hide his close comrade, and then began to prepare his Magic Armor. "Let the brothers get ready, there may be an order later. We have to enter the City of Atlanta, and pay attention to avoid conflict with the Wildenstein family. Our mission is only to help and ensure that the City of Atlanta does not suffer large-scale casualties because of this divine war. "
At this time, Li Mochen was using the scope of the Longwei to search for the next target. At the same time, he was visualizing his "Divine Firmament Purple Gold Pagoda." This golden pagoda originally had 60,000 strands of merit, but now there were only 20,000 strands left.
But to Li Mochen's satisfaction, the loss of killing the Demigod Hunter Ivan Broy was less than 200 strands.
Compared to the previous wish to heavily injure Ron Edmund as much as possible, the consumption this time was less than one percent of the previous wish. After that, there were even more than 200 strands of colorful spiritual light flowing back, and there was almost no loss.
And next, he locked on to the Demigod Mage Richard Tyson's Mage Tower, "Magic Source World."
This mage was already preparing to escape. This Mage Tower had already opened the spatial barrier to the Astral Plane, and was sliding into the boundless void.
"Richard Tyson —"
Anthony couldn't help but sigh. "After the greatest threat of the Hunter, the first target is the Mage. Ammo, you want to kill them all here, right? "
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge illusory dragon appeared behind Li Mochen. If someone had participated in the battle to seal the "Dragon God of Destruction" Bahamut, or had read about related magic legends, they would recognize this illusory image. It was the power projection of Bahamut, one of the Dragon God Kings.
Then, the 3721 Linfield rifle in Li Mochen's hand spat out gunfire. The huge gunshot roared, causing the demiplane in the "Home of Destiny" Magic Tower to roll up a fierce gust of wind.
And in the next instant, less than a thousandth of a second later, the top wall of the "Magic Source World" was destroyed in a small area. Then, this 12-story Mage Tower suffered the same fate as the "Conservation of Energy" Magic Tower. After a violent tremor, a huge ball of fire emerged.
At the same time, majestic magic aura and magic energy surged.
The 12-story Mage Tower also lost control after the eruption of the ball of fire and began to fall.
"Anthony, can you help me control this Mage Tower? Don't let it fall. You should be able to do that, right? "
As he spoke, Li Mochen changed his target. He really wanted to kill as much of the enemy's strength as possible, so the fourth target was the demi-divine Clara Konzel, the demi-divine with the figure of a young girl.
As for Eevee Garrison, this person was also very powerful and full of potential. But Roland Benedict, the defector, restrained this person very well. In a short period of time, Anthony was not worried that Eevee Garrison would escape.
"Yes, mighty Sir André!"
Just as Anthony was smiling bitterly, Li Mochen had already made a wish to kill "Clara Konzel." More than 400 wisps of merit dissipated from the "Divine Purple Gold Tower of Spiritual Fortune". At the same time, the power projection of the "Dragon God of Destruction" Bahamut appeared behind Li Mochen again.
"Bang!"
This bullet, personally made by Anthony Braden, first traveled to the Astral Plane, then into the Dark World, directly shattering the brain of Clara Konzel, who had already escaped into the Dark World. Then, this demi-divine warlock with the appearance of a young girl's brain exploded like a watermelon, setting off a huge demonic wave in the Dark World.
Then, Li Mochen's next target was the demi-divine Shadow Eden Condron. This was not because the latter's combat power was stronger or his ability to escape was better, but simply because this person was closer to the shooting range of his scope, so there was almost no need for additional adjustments.
However, purely in terms of "threat", a demi-divine shadow that could come and go without a trace and complete an assassination in silence was indeed an unparalleled deterrent.
Eden Condron's entire body was annihilated into dust after the "Longwei" shot.
Red Widow Carolyn Zhukov, who was fighting fiercely with Eden Condron, was shocked and subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Wow …"
This person's eyes were filled with shock and admiration as she looked in the direction of the Swood Manor above the City of Atlanta.
The sniper had not changed his position since the first shot. He had been wantonly unleashing his firepower in the eight-story Magic Tower above the Swood Manor.
"What a surprising boss. Such a sniper is like the scythe of the Grim Reaper."
Carolyn Zhukov could not help but sigh. Then, the demi-divine shadow jumped into the shadows. Since her current opponent was dead, she had to find the next one.
Li Mochen had given her a generous salary and had also restored her lifespan. Thus, Red Widow was happy to serve Li Mochen.
…
At the same time, the people gathered in the Oval Office of the Abraham White House were all pale and holding their breaths.
The magic projection that appeared in the center of the Oval Office was shocking their hearts.
"A God-level sniper. A tragic massacre. It seems that my divination this time has come true."
The executive director of the New Continent Magic Association, Mage Torre Deoro, let out a chuckle. "Your Excellency, you have to give me a bonus or approve the funding application for my two research projects. I stopped you from making a stupid decision today, didn't I? "
However, he was met with unfriendly gazes from the people around him. Deoro's suggestion was indeed useful. The problem was that this was not a good time to ask for credit and rewards.
"We have to stop him! Stop him from continuing to shoot. "
The White House Chief of Staff Loren Cardellan's lips were already purple. "This is a crime, a crime against the country! Those are all demi-gods. "
The President behind the desk also looked at Ms. Christy Braid with a hint of hope.
After all, they were demi-gods from the Federation of America. Every one of them was very precious.
Even if the country they were in had become the overlord of the world of light. But in terms of the number of demi-gods, they did not have an absolute advantage in this world.
On the other side of the ocean, there were two countries with great potential. They had more loose immortals and demi-gods than America, and they were more united and cohesive.
"I can't think of anything, Your Excellency."
Ms. Braid shook her head with a serious expression. "After all, that person is not Professor Constantine's apprentice. I did not do anything for him before, or say anything. Now, I can't ask him to make concessions for me."
A hint of disappointment appeared in the President's eyes. Then, he looked at his national security advisor.
"Is there a way? Jenkson? "
"There is nothing we can do, Your Excellency."
Jenkson Richard shook his head. "So far, we have only mobilized seven demi-gods near the City of Atlanta, but if there is any hostile action against the Wildenstein family, it will lead to uncontrollable danger. The few magicians who have the ability to control the situation can arrive at the scene one second after you give the order, but their mage towers are very far away from Atlanta. They are not real magicians, and without the help of the mage tower, they cannot cast forbidden spells ten thousand kilometers away from the mage tower. Unless we ask the gods to help — "
"That's impossible!"
The one who spoke was the Minister of Finance, Lawrence Rockefeller. He almost copied the words of the white-haired magician. "Two thousand years ago, the magicians and the gods signed the 'Treaty of the Separation of Man and God' in the Pantheon, and the 'Heaven and Earth Connection' in the Eastern world. This is the cornerstone of the existence of this civilized world. We cannot break this treaty."
Jenkson Richard did not respond to Lawrence's words. He continued, "Give up, Mr. President! We can't save those demi-gods. The firing speed of the 3721 Linfield rifle is very fast. It is a light sniper rifle. When your decision to save them is passed to Atlanta City, those guys will be shot in the head by the sniper. So what we have to worry about now is the aftermath. First of all, we will send a few demi-god teams into Atlanta. Although their abilities are no longer of help in the war, they are still good for disaster relief. This will improve the image of the CIA, FBI, DHS, and other intelligence agencies. It will also be beneficial to your personal reputation. "
Hearing this, the president could not help but nod slightly. "Good suggestion, Richard. Please help me pass this order."
"I'm already doing it, Mr. President!"
Jenkson Richard said as he wrote something on a flashing drawing board. "In addition, I suggest that the president's office issue an order, and the military mobilize resources and manpower for rescue work."
"Secondly, André should not allow General George Mattiola to leave. It is unlikely that he will compromise with the National Association of Progressives and the Violet family. If General Mattiola dies, then the conflict between the Wildenstein family and the National Association of Progressives is inevitable. Even if we can't stop it, we must avoid a full-scale war between demi-gods. Also, we have to adapt to the fact that a new supreme family exists on the soil of America. Although their political and business power is still relatively weak, their overall military force is unusually strong — "
"And influence. The rise of 'Rising Sun Media', the fifth largest media group in the country, is already an irresistible trend. It is difficult for us to stop it. Personally, I suggest that we can recommend Ms. Nanette Drew to run in this year's Senate by-election in South Carolina. This can unite the power of the Wildenstein family, and it can also weaken the expansion and power of 'Rising Sun Media.' It is killing two birds with one stone. "
At this moment, everyone in the office had a grave expression on their faces.
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