Chapter 249: I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary monster

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On the wall that separates the inner city and the outer city of the Iron Cast Palace, there are more than a dozen new M1-style 240mm howitzers, specially used to defend against foreign enemies.

One of them had already rotated and pointed at the city at this moment, and the muzzle was steaming.

Several ghost soldiers were skillfully loading new rounds of ammunition from behind.

It was this cannon that turned Fang Cheng's home into rubble.

Jinjing Tanlang got some ashes left after the six-tailed demon fox burned. He spent three days using magic to peel off the cocoons and finally found the hiding place of the demon fox in the complex inner city.

Unexpectedly, he was hiding in the home of the monster who had embarrassed the ghost warriors.

This discovery made Ghost Rakshasa overjoyed.

As long as both the person and the person take the stolen goods, the Ghost Princess can be accused of harboring the assassin, or even instigating the assassin to assassinate the Ghost Lord.

In order to ensure that Fang Cheng and Yaohu were captured and brought to justice, not only one of the generals, Jinjing Tanlang, personally mobilized thousands of soldiers from the military camp outside the city, but even the artillery used to defend the city was mobilized.

It is taboo to fire artillery in the city, and any inadvertent move will be regarded as rebellion.

Oni Rakshasa dared to make this decision just to make it final. Even if he only got the body, he would never let the assassin escape again.

The spacious house was turned into ruins by the artillery bombardment, and the sound of the artillery almost shocked the entire city.

But the Ghost Rakshasa had already gone to the palace to explain to the Senate, and was sitting in the Iron Palace to prevent the Ghost Princess from sending people out to rescue her again.

The surrounding traffic has been completely controlled by the ghost soldiers, and there are hundreds of human-faced demons patrolling back and forth in the sky.

Coupled with the general Jinjing Tanlang, it can be said to be a dragnet from which not a single mosquito can escape.

Jinjing Tanlang looked at the smoking ruins and waved his hand gently, asking the ghost soldiers to dig and search.

Under the attack of the 240mm howitzer, even if the big monster is within the explosion range, half of his life will be lost.

boom!

When the ghost soldiers approached, the ruins suddenly exploded, and broken bricks and rubble flew up.

A disgraced Fang Cheng appeared in the ruins. His clothes were in tatters, but there was no damage at all.

Before the explosion, Xinjue alerted Fang Cheng to the danger.

He quickly used the protection of the mountain god, and his appearance was not even scratched.

The internal organs were seriously injured by the explosion, but this injury can be recovered in an instant.

Compared to Fang Cheng, the fox was much miserable.

She was held in Fang Cheng's hand. Her body was covered in scars and blood, her white hair was a mess stained by dust and blood, and her six tails were twitching listlessly.

When the house collapsed, Fang Cheng protected her under his body, but she was still affected by the artillery. Not only the appearance, but also the internal organs were almost shattered.

Most of the injuries had suddenly become extremely serious.

"Ahem..."

The fox coughed a few times, foamy blood flowing from his mouth.

"They are... here to catch me... hurry up... run away by yourself."

She made a weak sound, feeling even more regretful in her heart.

I could have left as early as yesterday, but I didn't know why I stayed for one more day.

Now I can't run away, and I've got this kid in trouble.

Fang Cheng didn't say a word. He looked at the dense crowd of ghost soldiers around him, with hundreds of guns pointed at him.

After glancing around, his eyes finally landed on Jinjing Tanlang. This guy's style of painting was completely different from that of ordinary ghosts.

Tall and mighty, with a human-like appearance and an ascetic and indifferent temperament.

Jinjing Tanlang was also looking at Fang Cheng, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw him unscathed.

Human military technology is the most troublesome thing for monsters. The power of a large-caliber artillery shell is equivalent to the monster's special magic.

The big monster wilts after using dozens of sorceries, while the artillery can clear the ground with tens of thousands of rounds in a few minutes.

The monster's sorcery is better at being weird and unpredictable, but it is far from powerful.

This is why monsters learn how humans use thermal weapons.

Fang Cheng's ability to resist artillery sneak attacks made Jinjing Tanlang's evaluation of him rise to another level.

It was rare for him to take the initiative to speak, and his tone was always cold: "We will capture you without mercy, otherwise, we will kill without mercy."

When the fox heard Jinjing Tanlang's voice, a flash of despair flashed in his heart.

Being brought so close to this moon-shooting ghost, it would be difficult for her to escape even if she was still in her full body, let alone with her current seriously injured body.

"Don't fight...he's dangerous."

"Shut up."

The fox was anxious. If she fell into the hands of the Ghost Rakshasa, she might be able to save her life, but Fang Cheng would definitely die, and the Ghost Rakshasa would definitely use him to scare the monkeys.

She endured the pain and said weakly: "He is a general...you are no match for him...don't be impulsive."

"The general is great, it's not like I haven't killed him before."

"What did you say?"

The fox looked at him blankly.

"I told you to shut up and stop talking. As long as I'm here, nothing will happen."

Fang Cheng covered her body with his hands, and blood flowed from his palms, wrapping her body to form armor.

The fox looked down at the rapidly hardening blood, his eyes gradually widened with shock.

Oh it's you! !

The hardened blood made the fox recognize Fang Cheng's identity at once, but his head was a little confused as to why it was such a coincidence.

Seeing that Fang Cheng seemed to be ignoring him, Jinjing Tanlang emphasized again, but this time it was more concise: "Surrender, or die."

After Fang Cheng protected the fox, he looked up at Jinjing Tanlang and suddenly sneered.

"I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary monster, but what I got in exchange was provocation again and again. Well, I won't pretend anymore."

Since coming to the Iron Palace, he can be said to have stayed at home quietly without causing trouble or seeking death. He is more honest than other children.

What was the result?

As a result, this group of monsters came to look for trouble again and again, and each time they went to more extreme lengths, they treated him like a soft persimmon and pinched him.

It's great, right? I don't want to play anymore.

Fang Cheng reached out and grabbed his face, tearing it apart with all his strength, completely revealing his true face.

"Surrender or die?"

Fang Cheng said angrily to Jinjing Tanlang: "Look at my face and say it again?"

"It's you!!"

Tsui Tanlang maintained an indifferent expression from beginning to end.

After seeing Fang Cheng's true face, his eyes finally widened in shock.

After the old Yuo Aardvark was killed, he collected information and photos of the murderer and kept the murderer's appearance in mind.

I thought I didn't know when I would be able to avenge my old friend, but I didn't expect to see the murderer here.

This is indeed an unexpected surprise, but it is also a formidable enemy that must be fought with all its strength.

A flash of killing intent flashed in Jinjing Tanlang's eyes. He grabbed the giant bow with one hand and took out a two-finger-thick giant arrow from the arrow pot behind his back with the other hand.

A large amount of blood flowed out and covered his body, and Fang Cheng was already wearing a bloody battle suit in an instant.

He raised his foot and stepped hard on the ground.

War tramples.