I originally thought that as a high-level genetic warrior, if nothing else, I should be able to block the opponent's attack at least without any problem.
However, Shaka was still too naive.
When he saw the other party rushing past him without any obstacles, he still couldn't realize what happened.
It wasn't until the chill in his heart spread throughout his body that he suddenly realized what had just happened.
But it was already too late.
Rodigan didn't look away. He didn't even take a second look at Shaka behind him who had frozen into an iceman. He moved forward rapidly without any lag, as if a strong wind was blowing across the area, and the people in front of him could only stagger around. , there is no room for resistance.
As for the so-called siege, it was just a joke to Rodigan, who had already entered a fighting state.
After killing two people, Rodigan had already calmed down. In addition, his ability also had the effect of calming the mind and regaining consciousness. Although he still had a cold face, he was actually colder than anyone present. People should be more sensible.
The strange thing is that although there is a voice in the bottom of his heart that keeps calling him, telling him not to be impulsive, impulsiveness will cause big trouble.
But for some reason, he has been unwilling to pay attention to that rational voice.
It was as if I was a teenager in the rebellious stage, and that voice of reason was like a parent.
The earnest persuasion will only make him rebellious.
But he is obviously already fifty-two years old, why does he still have this kind of mentality that only appears in teenagers?
Even Rodigan didn't know the reason for this situation.
Reason kept telling him to stop and stop killing, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
But he was unwilling to listen. It was obvious that as long as he did nothing and stopped, the voice of reason in his heart would disappear.
But he didn't want to do this.
It was as if this kind of careless killing would make him who had been forbearing all this time feel much better.
Thinking of this, Rodigan, who was still a little depressed, suddenly became much more relaxed.
He originally thought that this was a sign of clear thinking. If he could continue like this, he might be able to reach the legendary Zhigao realm.
In fact, from the moment he successfully reached the peak of the fourth level, Rodigan had strong hopes for the legendary fifth level.
This desire, instead of weakening as time goes by, becomes stronger.
It is this strong desire that has supported him for more than ten years, and he has been forbearing, making excuses with the nobles of the North, and using the power of other nobles to help him, he finally formed a situation that could maintain a balance with the Locke family.
In fact, when Rodigan came back to his senses, he did regret what happened back then.
If it hadn't been for that, he would still be the most talented person in the Locke family's history, and the most promising person in Northland to reach the legendary fifth-level supreme realm.
But after that incident, not only did he lose the support of his family and completely break away from the Locke family, but he also had his original ambition drained away.
Originally, he had great hope of reaching the highest realm for the first time in his fiftieth year.
But when he realized that his energy had been exhausted, he never thought about doing it again. After that, in order to resist the constant pressure from the Locke family, he had to devote most of his energy to win over In the matter of other nobles.
As a talented genetic warrior, he should have focused most of his attention on practice, but he had no choice but to waste his time and devote all his energy to meaningless socializing.
But today, he finally felt proud!
With the help of the somewhat absurd reason that his subordinates were beaten, Rodigan finally saw the expressions of horror and fear on the faces of those nobles who had their eyes high above their heads.
And the blood that claimed to be noble was flowing freely on the ground without any value at all, which made Rodigan feel extremely happy.
He has seen it too many times. These guys who are usually well-dressed and have to emphasize aristocratic etiquette wherever they go, if they are offended in the slightest, they are like enraged beasts and want to tear apart the civilians who collide with them.
For those with the same or even higher status than themselves, the faces of these nobles will always be humble and gentle.
It seems that madness and rage will never appear on the faces of these people, but in fact, they have long vented the negative emotions in their hearts to the untouchables who are unequal to them based on their status.
On the outskirts of every city-state in the North, the mass graves filled with bones are the best witness to this kind of thing.
But now, these so-called nobles who look at people with their nostrils are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, trembling all over, and they can only speak at his feet.
They didn't even dare to make a sound, for fear that if they made any noise, they would be killed.
What is the difference between this and those untouchables who have offended the nobles?
Probably the only difference is the valuable clothes these nobles wear.
Thinking of this, Rodigan suddenly smelled a foul smell. He looked closely at the source and saw a nobleman with all white hair crawling cautiously on the ground like a dog.
He moved carefully, obviously not to attract Lodigan's attention.
But he was very unlucky. As soon as he climbed over an overturned wooden table, he turned around and saw Shaka's expression of horror frozen in ice.
And a horrifying hole in his chest big enough for someone to pass through.
That was Rodigan's work.
"ah!"
The old aristocratic man could not suppress the fear in his heart. Even if he covered his mouth desperately, he could not vent the deep fear in his heart. A large area of money suddenly became wet in his crotch.
Rodigan frowned and rubbed his nose with disdain on his face.
"You shouldn't eat so much meat."
There was a snap.
I didn't see him move at all. He just waved his hand seemingly casually. Just like swatting a mosquito to death, the aristocratic old man who couldn't control his crotch flew directly out, his figure constantly flying in the air. After rolling, the way was finally blocked by a wall. With a "piaji" sound, the whole person was embedded in the wall. I believe that by the time he was pulled out, he would no longer be able to count.
Rodigan's act of killing was like slapping an ant to death, which made the nobles who knew there was no hope of escape gasp and suddenly became silent.
No one knows whether this crazy governor will take action on himself the next moment if he doesn't like it.
At this moment, the nobles had only one thought in their minds:
You can find someone else, but don’t find me!
But will things really go as they wish?
In fact, after what Rodigan did, he never thought about letting these people survive.
The reason why he didn't kill everyone in an instant was simply to make the feeling of clear thoughts in his heart last longer.
Because he found that as long as he continued to kill a noble from time to time, he could put his body and mind in a very mysterious state.
Rodigan didn't know the reason for this, and he didn't want to know.
He only knew that maintaining this state would allow him to continuously approach the legendary supreme realm.
He could even vaguely "see" that the door that symbolized the highest realm was waving to him. He just needed to work harder to reach that door, and then he just had to push the door open and step out.
He was sure that he was about to usher in the most glorious moment in his life.
Level five genetic warrior! The highest realm!
For Rodigan, if there is anything worth fighting for, it is probably the highest realm!
As for mortals' dreams of getting married, having children and continuing the family line, they had given up the idea long after that incident.
As a result, the nobles saw a horrifying scene that they would never forget.
The governor, who always wore a gentle smile, was like a white devil. While smiling, he was harvesting the lives of those present from time to time. He would even make some meaningless inquiries in advance.
Just when the person being questioned thought he had escaped, he would suddenly turn around and cut the person's body into pieces with a wave of his hand.
Due to the speed, the man could even feel that his body was falling uncontrollably. The sense of despair that he had personally experienced made the atmosphere at the scene drop to a freezing point in an instant.
No one thought that anyone could survive in this situation.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of despair began to spread.
However, they forgot one thing.
The host of the banquet, Sass, who was also the head of the first family in the North, had disappeared long before Rodigan took action.
