Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 566 - 143: The Arrogant Prejudices of the Throne Knight

According to Jianghu legends found on future internet, some carbon-based life forms can withstand a full magazine of 7.62-caliber bullets without dying, and even have the energy to eat two takeout meals delivered with a sliding tackle.

Anyway, Wang Yunxiao had never seen such things.

Under the direct fire of the Liuyun Rifle, the running wolf pack was instantly flipped over with heavy casualties.

It was hard not to associate such a scene with the historical textbook accounts of eight thousand cavalry charging and being annihilated by the Foreign Gun Squad.

Yan Yu’an quickly noted down his action, and bags of explosives with lit fuses appeared out of nowhere in the midst of the wolf pack, exploding with a thunderous roar, scattering corpse fragments everywhere.

The knight sitting on the bone throne with an imposing attitude slightly changed his expression.

He hadn’t expected the bone to be so tough to chew. Even with his strategic planning, he still hadn’t inflicted significant damage on them, and when they began to form an array to fight back, an invisible pressure instantly spread out.

This was just the periphery of the Special Service Bureau!

Those who had never personally confronted the Garrison Soldiers’ Formation would always harbor the hope that these Big-Headed Soldiers were not as formidable as they were touted, thinking, "I could do it too."

True powerhouses fight alone, while only the weak seek warmth in the company of others.

Those with such hopeful attitudes tended to subconsciously overlook the objective fact that every one of the Garrison Soldiers was a cultivator.

And those who had truly confronted the Garrison Soldiers’ Formation and tasted its strength would, to be honest, find it hard to survive to tell others the truth.

When you feel the bone is a bit tough to chew, it’s often too late. Because the other side would have already taken control of the situation, allowing the leaders of various squads to unleash their real abilities.

Just as the thought "Damn, Shen Zhidong should pay me more" crossed his mind, a red light suddenly illuminated the entire Hell.

Strictly speaking, this couldn’t be considered the real Hell, but just a fragment of the Hell Dimension bestowed upon the Throne Knight by the Lord of Hell, equivalent to the knight’s personal fiefdom.

What it turns into depends entirely on the individual’s talent and effort.

If it were up to Eldest Miss Li, with a few months’ time, she would probably climb through the three books of technology.

However, this Throne Knight was clearly a player of the traditional conservative type. When he realized that his Blood Wolf Army offensive had hit a snag and wondered if he could use his numerical advantage to deplete the ammunition of the Garrison Soldiers, Ito Hidemi had already launched a counterattack.

A sense of deadly crisis gripped the Throne Knight’s heart. He had no time to think and reflexively drew a white bone greatsword from behind the throne to defend himself, but it was already too late.

The greatsword only blocked the sweeping blade, and by then, Ito Hidemi had already changed his move. The sharp blade turned into a flowing shadow, piercing directly through the Throne Knight’s chest.

In truth, he was not adept at the art of slashing and cutting, though it looked cool and satisfying. But the katana of Fusang was not actually suited for chopping.

Influenced by film and anime, people from later generations would naturally apply various filters to such things.

In reality, only the user knew the truth. Regardless of how impressive the styles boasted about, they were practically useless.

The one and only core of Fusang Swordsmanship is "Speed!" I win if I draw my sword faster than you.

The Throne Knight roared and stood up, his body rapidly expanding.

Although he couldn’t avoid the katana strike, revealing his true giant form meant that the damage from this blow was nothing more than a scratch on his skin.

But at this moment, Wang Yunxiao arrived as well.

In front of the Throne Knight, who had already manifested his giant true form, his figure seemed as tiny as a sparrow.

The Throne Knight, without the slightest concern, aimed to squash him with a palm strike, crushing him into the ground. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

However, a severe pain came from the palm of his hand instead.

The bullet fired from the Liuyun Rifle breezed effortlessly through his palm.

"Trivial."

The Throne Knight’s face revealed a look of disdain, regardless of how powerful the Special Service Bureau’s Demon-Breaking Bullets were, to his enlarged body, they were insignificant.

It was time to end this game and crush these insects!

He spread his fingers and forcefully clenched, and the whole world suddenly contracted.

This was a fragment of his own Hell Dimension, in other words, he was the deity of this realm, controlling all the rules of the entire dimension.

However, at that moment, a Yellow Turban Strongman from Yan Yu’an’s squad let out a furious roar and swelled in size correspondingly.

With his hands lifting the heavens and feet planted firmly on the ground, as his entire being melded into this realm, the rules here stabilized along with him. No matter how the Throne Knight tried to manipulate them, they stood unshaken.

"Impossible! This is my territory!"

The Throne Knight looked in surprise towards the Garrison Soldiers’ formation, at the giant who was not particularly tall in relation to his current self. It made no sense, how could he usurp the authority over his territory?

"You might be new to Tianmen, and not fully understand us, but we’ve hunted down many demons like you."

Yan Yu’an muttered to himself calmly as he swiftly moved his pen to write.

The Throne Knight did not hear his voice. His trump card, just revealed, was immediately seen through by the opponent, and a sense of inexplicable crisis surged in his heart once again.

Perhaps Duke Tartalos was right, one should not attempt to crush these elite forces of the national departments head-on but instead, play to Hell’s own advantages...

But the sense of superiority brought about by the expansion of power made it difficult to calm down and think rationally.

At that moment, he saw that annoying fly reappear, stubbornly aiming the barrel of its gun at him again.

"Meaningless struggles..."

Pop—!

A gunshot rang out, and the Throne Knight’s right eye instantly burst.

Wang Yunxiao leapt down from the high ground with extremely nimble movements, dodging the furious giant’s greatsword swing.

The bizarre mountain behind him collapsed with a thunderous roar, kicking up clouds of dust that couldn’t keep up with his speed.

He calmly reloaded his bullets.

Without the power enhancement from Huo Qingyang, their Garrison Soldiers’ formation couldn’t exert the terrifying power that could cause mountains to crumble with a single punch earlier. Against a giant tens of meters tall, ordinary moves indeed held little meaning.

But the damage inflicted by the Liuyun Rifle could not be healed with traditional Hell Magic Power.

Perhaps for the current giant, it felt like nothing more than the nuisance of a needle prick.

But who said acupuncture can’t kill?

Wrapped in endless malevolence, the aura of Hell was furiously eroding Wang Yunxiao’s brain, dragging his mind into an abyss with no bottom. Thankfully, the Resistances from the Garrison Soldiers forming array were there to counteract, or else he would be hopelessly lost in a fervor for battle.

When fighting demons, the physical damage is always just the surface.

Ducking beneath the swing of the greatsword, Wang Yunxiao turned and once again aimed for the Throne Knight’s other eye.