Besarius replied: "The price? Just lure Roland to me. This is not a bad price. If you don't agree, you will die here."
Griffith sat up from the ground and was silent for a while: "It sounds like I have no choice."
"That's right, if you don't agree, you will die," Besarius shouted, "Then you accept my conditions?"
Hearing this, Griffith raised his head: "No, I refuse."
These simple words stunned Besarius for a moment, and then he became furious.
"Stupid insect, I'm going to cut off your meat piece by piece and fry it." It revealed its hot fire blade and stepped into the river. The astonishing heat licked Griffith's face, even if it was Burning wounds were left as far as a creek away.
"There are three reasons," Griffith said calmly as he looked at the approaching monster. "First, I don't believe what you are telling the truth.
“Secondly, this is not my real body.
"Thirdly, when I was lying on the ground just now, I heard that my reinforcements were coming."
As soon as Griffith finished speaking, Besarius slashed away with the flaming blade. Griffith was hit and was instantly wiped out, but his true form was revealed further away.
Besarius was about to give chase when a knight flying at lightning speed suddenly appeared on the grass. He was wrapped in golden light and passed by as fast as a shadow. He grabbed the fleeing Griffith and threw him on his horse, turned around and ran towards the rear.
"Roland?" Besarius couldn't believe it at first, but he soon fell into ecstasy, "Hahaha! There is really no way to hell, come and throw yourself into it! I will tear you into pieces!"
It roared and fought fiercely, pursuing at an alarming speed and attracting meteors and fire showers along the way, trying to cut off Roland and the others' retreat.
"Why did you come so fast? His target is you, Knight Roland!" Griffith panted and looked at the chasing monster, "He wants to use me as bait to lure you out and kill you!"
"Me too!" Roland, who was galloping on horseback, looked back at him, "Me too, Griffith!"
They galloped for a while and came to a horseshoe-shaped hill. Seeing Besarius getting closer and closer, Roland grabbed Griffith and rolled him to the ground. He took out a spoon and blew it hard.
There was a loud thunder-like sound from all sides. The tall body of Besarius, who was chasing after them, suddenly trembled. Dense black lead shot whizzed past, hitting its burly body head-on.
It staggered to a stop and stared at its chest in disbelief. On the chest, which was harder than metal, there were many large, sunken holes.
Continuous loud noises rang out one after another, and the gusts of bullets came from all directions, making a dense crackling sound on Besarius' body. The demon twitched, and dark green liquid flowed from its ferocious mouth. The flames wrapped around hooves, horns, and wrists dimmed.
About two hundred meters in front of it, 12 black artillery pieces scattered in a ring suddenly appeared. Branches and straw used for concealment were also discarded next to the gun mount, and ammunition boxes were neatly stacked in piles.
The officers wearing straw hats and straw coats ordered to the gun emplacements around them:
"Reliable comrades continue to speak, shotgun volley!"
Galadia and Sonia at the gun emplacement shouted nervously to stop: "Wait a minute, Griffith and Knight Roland are still there!"
"It's okay, they just need to lie down," the officer said. "Knight Roland said that the chance of being hit after lying down is only less than 3%!"
"Bang!" A piece of shotgun smashed the running horse into pieces.
Besarius's tall figure was the best target. It appeared gleaming in the open space with no obstruction to the sight. There was no cover at all, and it was immediately caught in the rain of bullets from all directions.
The continuous bombardment roared, throwing waves of lead bullets at Besarius. It opened a huge energy shield in front, and the projectiles bombarded it, causing bursts of crimson ripples, making it impossible to break through the shield.
The intensive bombardment sent tremors that shook the earth and the mountains. Griffith hid under a mound and watched the dense lead bullets whizzing past his head. He began to dig a hole desperately to hide himself deeper.
"What a hard shield. Carter should have fired solid bullets." Roland looked at the results of the bombardment, touched the weapon at his waist, turned to Griffith and said, "Its shield is not endless. I The infantry will also spread out and surround it from all sides. When its shield is fully consumed, I will finish him off."
The militiamen in Qimin Town immediately waved flags, and hundreds of soldiers armed with muskets were divided into several groups, and they circled to both sides under the leadership of officers and sergeants.
The artillerymen quickly cleaned the barrels, took out heavy shells and loaded them into the barrels. At the same time, Besarius, who was under continuous bombardment, took action and charged towards the artillery position.
Its heavy body trampled the ground, making a terrifying loud noise. At this moment, a huge iron ball flew over in the air, heading directly in front of it.
The iron ball doesn't look very fast, and it even looks like it can be knocked down with a stick. However, when the cannonball hit the red shield, Besarius also trembled.
The solid shield shattered into pieces like glass, turning into crystal dust and scattering. Immediately afterwards, more iron balls and shotguns swept forward, causing a bloody storm on Besarius' body.
"You lowly insect! You offended my majesty. You are simply asking for your own death."
Besarius frantically summoned meteorites, and the terrifying rain of fire covered the two gun emplacements in an instant, setting off a series of explosions. However, its body was also severely damaged, and even the evil crystal was hit by a lead bullet, making an astonishing loud noise.
In fact, a thin gray line appeared dozens of meters away from it. Rows of musketeers fired at it in scattered formations.
The airtight attack continued until the entire hills were shrouded in smoke, and the militiamen in Qiming Town stopped.
…
The unstoppable Besarius has become a pile of rotten meat. Its sturdy body was broken into several pieces by repeated shelling and salvo fire. The upper body of the humanoid is only ordinary. It used its remaining arms to claw at the dirt, dragging its riddled body in an attempt to escape.
At this time, a tall and mighty figure appeared in front of it.
Besarius glanced in horror, but the black blood blurred his vision, making it difficult to see clearly: "You, who are you?"
Roland looked calmly at the injured upper elf:
"My name is Roland Sissel, 41 years old. My territory is in Qiming Town, southeast of Tulan Swamp. I am married and divorced. My territory is a small place worth mentioning. I have to take care of farms, blast furnaces and mines every day. I can only go home after doing trivial matters at the venue. I don’t smoke, and I only have a taste of wine. I go to bed at 11 o’clock in the evening and sleep for 8 hours a day. Before going to bed, I must drink a glass of warm milk, and then do 20 minutes of soft exercises. I fell asleep immediately in bed. I slept until dawn and never left fatigue and stress until the next day. Doctors said I was normal."
Besarius was just confused at first, but gradually, his face showed the panic as if he had encountered the doomsday: "You...what are you talking about? So you are...!"
Roland's expression was gentle and satisfied:
"I just want to say that I don't have any extravagant aspirations. I just hope to be able to manage the farm and develop industry in a calm mood. I don't like to argue with others about winning or losing. Because that will only benefit myself. Trouble and enemies.
"I am such a contented person, and this is also my outlook on life. Of course, if I must take action, I will not lose to anyone. In other words, if there are troubles and enemies that hinder my peaceful life, I will Before the other party opens his mouth... he will encounter this."
Roland pulled out a flintlock gun similar to Judgment's, but thicker and larger, with two barrels connected in parallel.
Besarius trembled like chaff in a sieve, "Is this true? Wait, wait, wait, we are the same, you already knew it!"
"Otherwise, why would I tell you this, Besarius?" Roland's musket was pointed at Besarius' head. "I didn't intend to come looking for you, but you came to the door so sincerely. Then I will help you with great mercy."
"No! Wait, what can you change by killing me? What hope is there in fighting those things!" Besarius wailed, "With your little army and shabby industry, how can you change anything?" ? Such a powerful force has failed, what can humble little people like us do to change!?"
"Lord Roland!" Besarius cried with tears running down his nose and grabbed Roland's thigh. "Those things have noticed this place. There is no hope for you and your army. All that awaits you is destruction and surrender. Come on! Come and enjoy eternal life and the supreme privilege with me, wouldn’t it be nice!”
"This is your answer, Besarius." Roland said coldly and pulled the trigger towards him.
Two ordinary lead bullets penetrated Besarius's skull, causing his brains to splatter. But this powerful creature did not die for a while, but instead struggled violently.
"Your elm head has been stamped with steel!" the fallen elf howled, "Masters can eliminate this damn thing, really, really -!"
The former brave man, now the leader of Qiming Town, reloaded in front of Besarius. This time, he loaded two adamantine bullets. This time, he aimed at the red crystal.
"You idiot!" Besarius shouted hysterically, "This world is dominated by mystery! Even if He sleeps, your industry and your plot will be wiped out before the day they are accomplished. The power of God It is unfathomable, and the servants He left behind are like a sea of smoke, which can easily erase you, your career, and your records.
"Your struggle is doomed, Roland! You and your woman, the army will be watched, and then die!
"No matter how many brave men resist them, it's useless, bastard! Take your gun away, your resistance will only lead to meaningless bloodshed. Don't point that thing at me!"
"Let me tell you finally, Besarius," Roland's eyes were firm and persistent, "I don't want to change anything by myself, but my story and my career will be passed down. Even if I am destroyed, those things will You will find that the fire has been ignited, and the wheels of the times will return to the right track with an unstoppable trend. Those things are as incomprehensible as you, and it is not one or two heroes who destroy their rule, leaving them in sleep waiting for the earth-shaking Times.
"It's useless to say more," Roland kicked away the pissed fallen elf, "Besarius, your original name cannot be verified. On behalf of civilization and comrades, I sentence you to death."
