People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 372 That night, everyone in the city saw their grandmother

It was a quiet night.

There was an ordinary and pitiful little white Lupert, wandering around in a mobile town under a natural disaster, constantly knocking on the doors of inhabited houses.

"Sir, would you like to buy a little red hat?" Poor little Rupert sniffed and said aggrievedly, "They are freshly picked little red hats. They are so festive. Wearing them can ward off disasters and solve problems."

Residents in the house:?

"What the hell, get out of here!"

The man cursed and slammed the door, fearing that if he was a little slow, the Originium dust would rush into his house.

Poor little Rupert pursed his lips and went from one store to another, but no one was willing to buy Little Red Riding Hood from him.

Little Rupert squatted in a sheltered corner of the alley with a wronged look on his face, picked up a little red hat and put it on his head.

A warm feeling surrounded little Rupert, and he seemed to see flames rising into the sky in the city.

Little Rupert sniffed, took out another little red hat from his arms, and put it on his head again like a cat.

He felt even warmer, and it seemed as if many people were rushing out onto the street, shouting in fear.

"Grandma always said that Ionia... would leave no one alive!" Little Rupert had a nostalgic smile on his face, as if he saw his kind and gentle grandmother waving at him.

Little Rupert's head tilted and he died on the spot with a smile on his face.

But he just shook his body and came back to life, and the kind and gentle grandmother in his imagination disappeared in an instant.

In order to see the old woman again, little Rupert took out the third little red hat and put it on his head.

Suddenly, an arrogant and crazy laughter seemed to echo in the city, covering the entire Warrenmuth.

Amid the laughter, many residents were unable to bear the Originium skills, their ears bled, and they fell to the ground struggling in pain.

They all saw their grandmother waving...

"Qi Yan, what are you doing squatting here?"

After the operation began, a Queen's Voice, under the order of Her Majesty the Queen, went looking for Qi Yan. He did not seek to stop Qi Yan from causing trouble, but at least to report what Qi Yan had done as quickly as possible so that Queen Bai could think of a response in time.

Then he saw Qi Yan wearing three little red hats, squatting on the ground and muttering something.

The Queen's Voice subconsciously stopped and asked from a distance, fearing that Qi Yan was playing some kind of witchcraft and accidentally affected him.

Qi Yan was wearing layers of little red hats, and he took out one like a magician, and said excitedly:

"Sir, why don't you buy a little red hat? It's very festive and can ward off disasters and difficulties."

Queen's Voice: "...How much?"

He felt that he should calm Qi Yan down and try to play with him.

Qi Yan smiled and held out a finger: "Not expensive, just a piece of pure source stone."

"You are robbing money!" The Queen quickly covered her pocket.

Qi Yan nodded: "Yes!"

Queen's Voice:! ?

Half a minute later, he was crying, holding the bright red little red hat in his hands, and put it on his head reluctantly under Qi Yan's urging gaze.

Qi Yan finally nodded with satisfaction, patted the other party on the shoulder and introduced:

"This is a blessed little red hat. As long as you wear it, you can avoid disasters and difficulties and receive supreme protection from the unknown."

"Thank you." The Queen said with tears in her eyes.

"You are being polite to me." Qi Yan waved his hand, "You have been strengthened. Go ahead, challenge the Witch King and become the great hero of Warrenmuth!"

The Voice of the Queen looked at the Witch King who had transformed into a huge red shadow above his head, blocking half of the night sky of Warrenmud, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

What a joke! He is the most cruel and ruthless Witch King in the legend. Even though he is now co-acting with Her Majesty the Queen, he dare not offend him.

The Witch King's wild laughter still echoed in the city, wantonly spreading an emotion called fear in the city.

"Letania, your emperor is back!"

The Witch King laughed wildly and waved his arm, releasing a waterfall of red blood mist, which destroyed large buildings on the edge of the town and stirred up smoke and flames into the sky.

On the streets of the town, residents looked at a scene that was like a reappearance of a natural disaster... no, it was even more terrifying than a natural disaster. They were so scared that their legs became weak and they used all their strength to flee on the ground using their hands and feet, trying to find a safe place.

But in front of a powerful being like the Witch King, how could Warrenmuth be considered safe?

The residents could only run around with their heads in their hands, and flee in the opposite direction of any sound.

They didn't realize that as time went on, they were being forced into a position by the Witch King.

In the chaos, some people tried to resist.

Severin's face was filled with fear and shock, but he did not let the terror take away his mind. He stood in front of the meeting room and looked up at the shadow of the Witch King in the sky. Even though he was sweating profusely, his back remained straight.

"Damn it, they are actually the remnants of the Witch King... But how did they manage to revive the Witch King silently?"

Severin subconsciously thought about the truth, but was then brought back to his senses by the collapse of buildings in the town and the cries of residents.

"Now is not the time to think about these things. We must do our best to stop the Witch King and protect the residents of Volemud." Severin made a prompt decision, "Mochi, take your men to control the phonograph and try to delay the Witch King's massacre.

The rest of you, all go out, even if it costs your lives, to protect the residents and evacuate!"

"Yes!"

The voices rang out in unison, and the gendarmerie immediately took action.

But before the crowd dispersed, someone in the team suddenly asked:

"Captain, what are you going to do?"

It was clearly just an ordinary inquiry, but in this case, it seemed to reveal some unusual meaning.

No one tried to find out who said this, but instead subconsciously focused their attention on Severin.

Severin's eyes were a little cold, but he did not choose to attack. He just looked up at the seemingly invincible figure in the sky.

Looking closely at his body, he was trembling slightly, but his voice was firm as iron:

"I'm going to stop the Witch King!"

"Captain! Are you crazy?!"

There was an uproar in the team.

Even if they turned on the phonograph, they didn't think it could cause any harm to the Witch King, not to mention that Severin was just an ordinary person who wasn't at the top level.

Severin lit a cigarette, took a deep breath as if using all his strength, and then exhaled deeply.

His voice penetrated the smoke and struck into the hearts of every member of the gendarmerie:

"A real man in this world has his own ways of doing things and his own ways of not doing things. We must make a choice. This is my choice. I am no longer able to control your choice!"

His words sounded like a warning, but also like he was venting his anger and despair.

As soon as he finished speaking, Severin threw away the cigarette butt on his fingertips, drew his saber and jumped onto the roof.

In the darkness of the night, his back was blurry, but anyone who looked could clearly see his back as straight as a sword.

In the dim night, the saber shone like the brilliance of a frosty moon.

"Witch King! Stop your violence!"

Severin shouted loudly, his voice like thunder from a clear sky, and he managed to force himself to take a position under the terrifying laughter of the Witch King that enveloped the entire city.

In the night sky, the Witch King slowly lowered his eyes and looked at the tiny captain of the Warrenmud gendarmerie below.

"A mantis's arm is like a chariot, and he does not overestimate his own capabilities."

The Witch King sneered, stretched out his arm and shook hands with Severin in the air.

Endless blood mist gathered from all directions, instantly submerging Severin's figure.

But the next moment, a cold light like a crescent moon burst out from the blood mist. Severin was covered in blood, his eyes were red, and he forced his way out of the blood mist. The azure cold air permeated the saber in his hand, and he flew up and rushed straight towards the Witch King.

The two men were one above and one below, one's figure blocked out the sun all day, and the other's figure was as small as an ant.

But at this moment, the two of them were standing on the same battlefield, enemies!

(There are still two chapters to go. I am so exhausted today. My fingers are a little weak and hard to stretch when I am typing.)

(But don’t worry, I may be late, but I will never be absent!)