Chapter 190 80: The Collapse of the Wall (4k)

Naimai opened the wrapping paper, and yes, even the burger tasted the same.

She carefully put the burger away, not planning to eat it, she wanted to keep it.

Then I turned on the TV and the news was, as expected, reporting on the parade that had just passed.

"Anger will cloud our heads. What we need to do now is to remain calm and negotiate with the Kingdom of David calmly, seek a diplomatic solution to this conflict, and actively invite the international community."

Official spokespersons delivered the same old speeches. Unlike the resistance, they were more inclined to resolve the dispute between the two countries through peaceful means.

But, is this possible?

Go to the window and open it.

The noise rushed in again, as if urging her on.

In the distance, tear gas smoke rose again. The crowd struggled in the chaos, picking up stones or bottles and throwing them at the fully armed soldiers and armored vehicles.

Everyone knows that this is undoubtedly like an egg hitting a rock, but no matter how powerful the pressure cooker is, it cannot increase the pressure infinitely. It must be vented, even if it is clear that there is a price to pay for it.

Following the command from the commander, the IDF calmly raised their guns and fired rubber bullets. Within seconds, the demonstrators began to retreat.

After watching quietly for a while, she returned to the room, took out the clothes she had prepared long ago and put them on. This dress, which she had sewed and modified herself, covered her appearance and most of her body. There was also a white hood on her head, making her look like a classic assassin.

But she did not intend to start with the top leaders of the Davidic country, as that would only make the Davidic people angry and united, and elect someone who might be more radical.

What Pakistanis need now is a leader of resistance, a strong man who can inspire people, rather than a politician who is good at compromise.

I reached the roof of the building, easily crossed over the adjacent buildings that were not far apart, and finally stood on the edge, opened my arms and jumped down, landing steadily.

She stood up and walked forward at a steady pace. A panicked crowd passed by her. Among them were people who were injured by rubber bullets. They sat on the steps in a mess, lifted up their clothes, coughed and observed the bruises on their bodies. Some of their companions supported each other and secretly wiped away their tears.

The choking gas floated over and was automatically blown away when it passed by Naimai.

The crowd grew denser, the smoke thicker, and she had arrived at the core area of ​​the conflict.

IDF troops wearing bulletproof vests, gas masks and armed with rifles or long sticks pressed forward against civilians who still refused to retreat.

A stone hit the helmet of an IDF soldier, who rushed forward indifferently, knocked down the man who threw the stone with a stick, and then hit the man lying on the ground with one stick after another.

The people below kept crying out in pain, protecting the things in their arms and refusing to beg for mercy.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed the stick that was about to hit the soldier, and the soldier found that he could not pull it back at all.

He looked up and saw a hooded man whose face he couldn't see clearly.

"You are--Ahem!"

With one punch, a wind blade with gravel broke through his helmet and gas mask and scratched his cheek. Then, another wind cannon hit his stomach, sending him flying several meters away. He fell to the ground, coughing and screaming, and it seemed that he would not be able to get up for a while.

Throwing the stick aside, she reached out to her fallen compatriot.

The bruised and swollen rebel was still protecting his head, and it took him a while to realize that the person who hit him was gone.

Facing the hand extended by Naimai, he took it in a daze and stood up with a little difficulty. Only then did she see that the man was holding a blood-stained Pakistani flag in his arms.

After looking at him deeply, Naimai said nothing more and continued to move forward. With one punch after another, she disarmed several IDF fighters who were attacking their compatriots and made them lose their combat effectiveness, while at the same time being very tactful not to hurt their lives.

Lying on the ground and screaming for help, they suddenly realized that they had been surrounded by a group of people with unfriendly faces and more or less injured.

"wait wait wait!"

"No!!"

They enjoyed the simplest and warmest exchanges among the people.

The IDF, which had noticed her, fired rubber bullets one after another, but none of them seemed to touch a single corner of her clothes.

"Switch to live ammunition!"

The commander made a prompt decision.

But Naimai was already quite close to them at this time. She activated the spell silently and was brought to his side by the wind almost instantly.

Disarmament, defense breaking, serious injuries - after going through the whole process, in just two seconds, the commander has lost his combat effectiveness.

The second one, the third one!

Even after replacing their guns with live ammunition, they still couldn't hit the ghostly Naimai, and with the opponent's high-speed attack, they would lose their combat effectiveness after just two punches. As a result, they fell to the ground one after another, and were then retaliated by the crowd that gradually rushed back.

Screams came and went.

At this time, Naimai had rushed to the front, grabbed the driver of the armored vehicle, and blasted him more than ten meters away with a pneumatic cannon. Then she pushed the armored vehicle towards the isolation wall, and it hit the wall with a bang.

A raging flame gushed out from his palm, quickly setting the cab on fire, and then without looking back, he distanced himself from the isolation wall.

Now, there were no more IDF blocking her way around her. As the gas dissipated, people living in nearby buildings could see all the soldiers falling to the ground and groaning, making them think they were hallucinating.

There was a loud bang and the ammunition on the armored vehicle exploded, but it didn't even lift the hem of her clothes.

The isolation wall trembled, and the explosion site was charred and had tiny cracks.

This was the possibility she had been deducing for days!
Naimai gracefully crossed the flames and swung her gloved right hand heavily towards the broken wall.

People gave up beating the IDF at their feet and instead looked at their backs twisted in the flames, expecting something incredible to happen.

But the wall remained calm, as if nothing had changed.

噶咔
The cracks began to spread outward from the palm of the hand. They were almost invisible at first, but as they increased and expanded, they became more and more obvious, and one could even hear crackling sounds.

Voices began to get noisy, but most people were still suppressing their excitement. More and more people were rushing over from all directions, wanting to witness this great moment up close.

The ground began to tremble, as this section of the isolation wall could no longer hold its own and began to collapse towards the ground.

"careful!"

"Come back quickly!"

People shouted towards Naimai, fearing that she would be buried underneath.

At the foot of the wall, her face as pale as paper, she withdrew her trembling hands, raised her head, and glanced at the wall that was about to collapse. She was also excited, but did not show it. Instead, she jumped gracefully a few times and returned to the crowd.

People looked at her in awe. One person bowed deeply to her silently, followed by the second and third, and the others followed suit.

When she came, she went against the crowd, and when she left, she did the same. On both sides of her were people who had just witnessed or heard about her performance, and they were willing to pay her the highest respects.

Rumble.

Behind Naimai, the section of the wall collapsed completely, and smoke and dust were everywhere. But even the children did not feel scared, because their parents were laughing and the people were cheering. In fact, they all knew that the wall had two layers, and the one that collapsed was only the outer layer, but this did not stop them from being crazy about it.

After all, this insurmountable wall had already existed when most of them were born, and had almost trapped them like prisoners for half their lives. At least at this moment, they felt a freedom they had never felt before, and it came with the wind, as if blowing towards them.

Even the high wall in my heart doesn't seem so insurmountable anymore.

Only the IDF who fell to the ground looked ashen. Some of them began to sneak away, and then the overjoyed civilians beat them up to vent their excitement.

Before the smoke and dust dissipated, the person who was first rescued by Naimai had already rushed up the rubble of the wall impatiently. Standing on the high place, he took out the blood-stained national flag, and waved and shouted with all his strength.

"Victory will eventually belong to us! Long live the motherland! Long live justice! Long live the people!"

"for freedom!"

More and more people gathered around, cheering and crying continuously.

At this time, Naimai had already taken a long detour and returned home. She fell into a deep sleep with extreme weakness and joy.

A military camp somewhere.

a mess.

Carlos tore apart the tent that had made the last noise, only to find a crying child inside.

Why is there a child in the military camp?

Carlos glanced at the trembling child, turned around and was about to leave without taking any action.

"Monster! Monster!!" The child took a pistol he had picked up from somewhere and shot Carlos.

With a bang, he himself was injured in the wrist by the recoil.

And Carlos, nothing happened.

Without even a glance at him, he continued to walk away.

"Why not kill him?"

A man appeared silently in front of Carlos.

"You also serve the Kingdom of David?" Carlos answered the question irrelevantly.

“It’s just a partnership.”

"Cooperation. Cooperation in killing me, right?"

"Very clear thinking, it seems that you are indeed a human transcendence."

Carlos didn't want to waste time talking to him, and his strong body didn't require him to think too much. He just pounced on him, leaving a piece of his clothes behind.

"Your patience for conversation is worse than mine." The man looked down at his torn clothes and said calmly, "Baron."

"I'm coming."

Another strange man appeared. A strange pattern flashed across his palm, and he slashed towards the void, as if he had torn a dark hole in the space. Then, he reached his hand into it and pulled out a strange long sword that was slightly transparent and covered with purple mist.

The next moment, his complexion became extremely bad, and blood even flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his face was full of smiles.

"Heath, if you lose you will be my food taster for a week."

After saying that, he threw the strange sword to Heath and quickly jumped out of the battle range. He had been a divine warlock for a shorter time than Naimai, and he didn't master many other abilities. His actual combat power was not strong, but he had an extraordinary talent for summoning.

This sword is his achievement.

Also, because the Baron was introduced by Heath, he naturally followed Heath into the Soul Assembly. Divine Grace has a major branch called summoning. Apart from the three people in the Soul Assembly, even Mr. Li, who is crazy about collecting information on Divine Grace, didn't know about it.

Heath took the strange sword and his expression became somewhat serious.

The Baron’s cooking is almost like alchemy, and eating a meal will shorten your life.

Carlos let out a dog bark, picked up a corpse and threw it at Heath.

Heath swung his sword, and a purple sword energy cut the corpse in half and headed straight towards Carlos.

The explosion of the disconnected corpse made Heath alert.

Carlos dodged the sword energy, and several more corpses were thrown out, blocking his way.

The lines on Heath's palm appeared, and the strange sword instantly burst into purple flames. As he swung the sword, multiple corpses were chopped into pieces from ten meters away. It could even attack Carlos through the air, causing cuts on his body.

For Carlos, who possesses the [Flesh and Blood Furnace], this injury is not even as serious as cutting a fingernail.

Facing Heath's sword light from a distance, Carlos rushed forward with great momentum.

Heath's eyes were solemn, and he inserted his sword into the ground. In an instant, purple flames surged, boom boom boom!
The ground all around was gushing out purple flames like geysers. Because of the density, Carlos was unable to avoid it and was inevitably stained with some of it. He immediately felt waves of numbness coming over him and immediately lost his strength, and his charge turned into a roll.

Heath drew out his sword and rushed towards Carlos who was rolling over.

In the ruined military camp, a man thrust a sword into the belly of the black beast.

"Guess how many corpses I devoured," Carlos suddenly said.

Heath's face changed, and he was about to draw his sword and leave, but Carlos held him back tightly. He made a quick decision and planned to throw away the sword, but he was one step too late.

Bang bang!
Explosion of flesh and blood!
A circle of purple light protection appeared on Heath's body, then shattered. The wind technique then tried to relieve the force, but he was still blasted a hundred meters away. He rolled on the ground for an unknown number of times, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into coma in an instant.

"It seems that this monster becomes stronger the more it is killed."

The baron rushed to the fallen Heath, sniffed his breath, breathed a sigh of relief, and then carried him on his back. He did not intend to check on the explosion center. After all, he did not have much fighting power after summoning the strange sword. He had not returned the sword this time, and the backlash later would definitely be quite serious. If he went over, as long as the opponent had the strength to strike, he would definitely not be able to escape.

It would be better to go to the prepared safe house while we still have the ability. Anyway, the main purpose of this time is to test it in advance, and now it has been achieved.

Near the explosion point, Carlos shrank a lot and used his body to protect the boy he had discovered earlier.

The explosion did no harm to him, but he could not control the "equivalent", so he had to consume all the corpses that were swallowed up.

After putting the frightened child down, Carlos still had his sanity left and he would not attack civilians.

But he didn't know that his action had been photographed and would spread all over the world tomorrow. The headline might be "The country of Pakistan used sacrifice to summon a demon that eats children."

"Cough cough."

Being somewhat injured, he chose to leave this place quickly to avoid being attacked.

(End of this chapter)