Chapter 350 The First Mushroom Cloud
"Hahaha."
Mo Lan burst into laughter upon seeing this, and his voice echoed over Marquis Morse.
“Morse, from today on, the land south of the mountains belongs to me. If you dare, I will drive my chariot and start sweeping across your entire kingdom.
And if you dare to send a master warrior out to fight me...haha, I hope you can hide well and not be found by my chariot.
Of course, you can probably guess how many chariots I have."
Mo Lan's voice made Marquis Morse and others shudder, and then they were filled with rising rage.
Marquis Morse was furious, but then he felt powerless. No matter whether it was individuals or the knights, the entire kingdom's master-level combat power and national foundation were limited.
The master level can indeed deal with this kind of chariot, just like the Silver Knights just now. As long as it is given a certain amount of time, even elemental metals cannot stop its minions.
Masters can deal with chariots, but only masters can deal with chariots. Apart from them, no one and no knight order can resist it.
And if there really were a few of these chariots... then the newly established Kingdom might have been on the eve of destruction.
Marquis Morse was burning with rage, but he was suppressed and could not vent his anger. With his seventh-level combat power, he did not dare to move. He had no way to deal with Mo Lan.
At this moment, a noisy sound caught his attention. He turned his head and saw a bunch of projectors jumping up and down. This immediately made him even more annoyed and he yelled.
"Clear out the projectors in the capital and the entire kingdom, kill them all!!!"
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"kill!"
The well-behaved Lion Knights suddenly jumped up, with quick cat steps... The Lion Knights reacted instantly, adjusted their pace, and ran towards the many players.
"What the hell, what does this have to do with us?!"
"You projectors are no good, just die!"
"My Lord Marquis, My Lord Marquis, this is none of our business. We are irreconcilable with Mo Lan! If you can't deal with Mo Lan, we can help you deal with Mo Lan!
You need us!"
The furious Marquis Morse originally planned to kill him to vent his anger, but when he heard these words, his rage suddenly became even greater.
"I can't deal with Mo Lan?! Then can't I deal with you?
Kill them all, don't leave any alive!"
The president who had just spoken suddenly shuddered when he heard this, realizing that he had said the wrong thing in a hurry.
Looking at the aggressive Lion Knights, he was full of anger even though he had been saying soft words. He was usually a punching bag, and now that he had lowered his posture so much, they were still being unreasonable. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Since they were going to die anyway, he immediately started cursing without thinking twice.
"Damn Morse you are a piece of shit!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell into silence. Everyone looked at him. Morse was stunned and pointed at himself and the president.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen your father's handsome face? If you haven't seen it, take a few more glances."
The president jumped up.
"If you can't provoke Mo Lan, then you can provoke me, right?
You have to swallow your anger and become a punching bag while playing a game. I won't play with you anymore. I don't want anything anymore. Go to hell. I'm tired. Destroy it!"
As soon as the president finished speaking, Marquis Morse suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Suddenly he turned his head to look in the direction of the palace, and saw a person rising into the sky almost at the location of the palace.
This man was emitting extremely strong fighting spirit all over his body, and his power could be felt even outside the city.
His flying speed is much faster than Mo Lan's way of flying by lifting himself, and he is very flexible, like a natural flying creature, for whom flying is an instinct.
Such an extremely powerful man was recognized by Marquis Morse as soon as he flew up and burst out with momentum. When he was a little confused, the earth began to shake, and the heaven and earth seemed to tremble with it. Only the president's voice echoed in his ears.
"Destroy it!"
boom !!!!
Endless flames and dust rose from the palace and rushed up to the sky. Lightning and thunder flashed in the black and red explosion, as if it was the end of the world, and the world was wailing.
A mushroom cloud, slowly bloomed.
The human figure rising into the sky seemed extremely small and fragile in front of the rising mushroom cloud.
The figure that was originally rising straight up encountered the mushroom cloud halfway, and it lightly collided with the mushroom cloud and was thrown out like a stone.
Everyone stared with wide eyes at the mushroom cloud that represented ultimate destruction, and at the figure that was thrown away by the mushroom cloud.
Getting closer and closer, the stone was thrown towards this direction, and gradually the shape of a person could be seen.
The figure approached, then passed Marquis Morse and continued to fly towards the distance. When passing over Mo Lan, its speed had slowed down a lot. Mo Lan subconsciously aimed and fired a shot with the elemental cannon.
boom!
The graceful parabola of the flying figure was interrupted and was blasted high into the sky by the elemental cannon.
"Not broken?!"
Mo Lan suddenly became excited and controlled the elemental cannon to fire one shot after another.
If one shot misses, just fire again. Everyone's eyes widened as they watched the figure fly to new heights.
When Marquis Morse saw it, he was stunned and then yelled.
"Mo Lan!!!"
boom!
"Oh, it's broken."
Mo Lan shattered the figure with a shot, and heard what Marquis Morse said, and replied subconsciously.
"Well, what?"
The scene fell into silence for a moment, and Mo Lan suddenly realized something.
"Hey, old man, what did you do to make our Marquis Morse so angry?"
"Oh, I blew up his palace ."
The president shrugged his shoulders and began to reply using magic to amplify his voice. Mo Lan originally wanted to change the subject, but he immediately became interested after hearing what he said.
"How did you do it? The palace is so huge!"
"Use gunpowder."
"Gunpowder? What kind of gunpowder?"
"Black powder."
"How is that possible? How much black powder does it take to create a mushroom cloud?"
Mo Lan said with a bit of disbelief.
“It wasn’t much. We mobilized tens of thousands… less than a hundred thousand people. All the guilds in our capital worked together to collect materials and create it in more than a month.
Isn't normal detonation done by placing explosives at key points?
I'm not very good at counting nodes, and I'm not sure where they are, so I just laid a layer of black powder under the entire palace.
Later, considering that black powder has low power, after thinking it over again, I decided to put more, and more.
After all, these nobles are too strong and too excessive. If I don’t prepare some trump cards, I’m afraid I’ll be wiped out one day and I won’t be able to complain.”
The president said rather shyly.
“Awesome!”
“You…you…”
Marquis Morse became so furious listening to the two people chatting as if they were alone that he couldn't even utter a word.
"What do you mean by 'you'? The palace was blown up and you're still 'you'."
Mo Lan responded without any politeness when he heard this. There was something wrong with his voice, as it was very close.
Marquis Morse felt something was wrong, looked up, and found that Mo Lan had returned in his chariot.
This startled Marquis Morse into waking up. He looked around and immediately discovered that he was surrounded by groups of players.
The anger in Marquis Morse's heart disappeared completely, and he only felt a chill on his back and a chill in his heart.
What... do they want to do?
