Chapter 1121: Chapter 72: Prince Suo’s Kindness Extends to Giving Red Packets

From ancient times to today, there have always been many young people, raised in luxury and never having experienced the harshness of war, who harbor unrealistic and naive fantasies about the brutal combat between individuals.

After reading a couple of military books and practicing martial arts for two years, they think they are a reincarnation of Sun Wu or Lv Bu, invincible in the world…

When large quantities of firearms are deployed on the battlefield, many old age armies often initially hold a disdainful attitude toward them; they prefer to trust the swords in their hands and the armor on their bodies.

Then they realize that the issue is not whether their swords are sharp or their armor is heavy, but rather that they cannot see the trajectory of bullets with the naked eye, nor can they touch the people shooting beside them.

Inexplicably, suddenly dead, like crops harvested in batches.

At this very moment, King Solomon deeply understands this feeling of bitterness and helplessness.

The Twelve Laws cultivation systems, Righteous Path and Heretical Path focus differently, mutually coexisting and clashing, various and complex, hard to measure combat power by one concrete objective standard.

This system is not calculated by any standard like third-degree Combat Power.

Just like the Imperial Court’s three provinces and six ministries, each with its own focus. Is the Ministry of Revenue more important than the Ministry of War and Ministry of Personnel? Can the Ministry of Rites and Ministry of Justice be abolished?

But if you’re asking about military affairs, it’s definitely the Ministry of War’s responsibility.

Similarly, within the Twelve Laws system, purely in terms of combat power calculation, the strongest combat power is undoubtedly the garrison soldiers. If we talk about individual combat power, then it’s the Government Soldier Outer Path.

Being aware is one thing, understanding is another.

War God Ares from Ancient Greek mythology leaves the impression of an idiotic fool—bloodthirsty, warlike, cruel, always eager for combat, even actively provoking wars.

King Solomon’s understanding of the War God also does not depart from this stereotype.

Then he witnessed the combat arts passed down for thousands of years from the ancient East.

Crazed, ruthless, efficient.

No flowery spatial fluctuations, just pure speed.

Just as humans find it hard to see bullet trajectories with the naked eye, his sight also didn’t capture the blood-covered mecha charging forth.

Such a large entity, no way…

Splatter—!

At the moment when his head was split open, he heard the air exploding from a distance.

When the garrison soldier advanced to Iron Sparrowhawk, they already mastered the ultra-fast move, “Wolf Walk a Thousand Miles.”

And after advancing to Blood Slaughter, these original abilities underwent a qualitative leap.

Of all martial arts skills under Heaven, only speed is invincible.

To extreme speed, fast enough to surpass the opponent’s brain thinking speed and instinctive physical reaction, that is truly invincible.

Shouldn’t you first strike a pose and say a few lines?

No, nothing at all.

Innumerable distorted flesh sprayed from Solomon’s corpse, lion, bull, goat, venomous snake… bodies of countless animals fused in distorted forms, interspersed with various twisted human physiques.

He was directly knocked empty to the second phase transformation form.

Such old things that have been sealed for a thousand years usually possess second or even third forms, having survived such enduring ages; it’s inevitable they’ve donned multiple protective layers, accumulating marks of times they liked or disliked.

Just like middle-aged people inevitably get fat.

However, Wang Yunxiao didn’t leave him enough time for transformation.

That rampant fleshy growth hadn’t fully solidified when the long spear transformed into a blood glow slashing down again.

Countless blasphemous knowledge surged into Wang Yunxiao’s mind, those lion, bull, goat, venomous snake… every animal born from King Solomon’s body simultaneously opened their mouths, imparting various knowledge like ancient mythological Sages.

Wang Yunxiao remained expressionless, unmoved.

In the ancient East, there were numerous literary scholars and great Sages trying to use Saint’s Scripture, three thousand refined words to persuade the slaughterers to lay down their blades and accept enlightenment; yet history proves such actions useless.

The heavy layers of history are an expression of cognition itself.

Peoples lacking historical depth always have shallow cognition fit for the sufferings they embrace.

Wandering for a thousand years, that isn’t called history, much less historical depth.

Wherever the long spear points, flesh flies across, and the molten ritual site collapses.

The blood-colored mecha and distorted flesh monsters simultaneously plunged into the scorching magma.

“Get away!”

King Solomon roared angrily, a massive obsidian pillar carved with demon images rose from the magma pool, lifting the two to mid-air.

The so-called seventy-two demon god’s pillars initially originated from these stone columns summoned from Abyssal Hell. It was said during the war between Heaven and Hell, after those demon gods were defeated, their bodies were thrown into magma, eventually transforming into obsidian statues.

God granted seventy-two obsidian pillars to King Solomon, Solomon summoned the demon souls sealed within the pillars, storing them inside his glass bottles to command.

The pillars are demon god’s corpses, the glass bottles contain demon god’s souls, enjoying double, this is Solomon’s astonishing wisdom!

One obsidian pillar after another shot out from the magma, flying into the air like missiles. Although those original obsidian pillars also couldn’t withstand the blood-colored mecha’s strike, plenty more obsidian pillars encircled it.

A brute relying solely on brute force ultimately does not comprehend magic’s wonders.

Seeing the obsidian pillar restrict the blood-colored mecha’s movements, taking advantage of the opportunity to reform flesh transforming into the demon god form, Solomon’s ten different-sized animal heads simultaneously began chanting spells.

This is apocalyptic great magic…

Crack! Boom—!

The more intricate the magic, the more complex the preparation required, but the opponent doesn’t intend to give him the preparation time. In King Solomon’s shocked eyes, those obsidian pillars encircling the blood-colored mecha only lasted less than two seconds before shattering completely.

Amid the rain of falling obsidian splinters, the horror aura of the blood-colored mecha climbed once more, causing him to feel a true threat of death.

How is this possible? Does your combat power rise without limits?

I’m perplexed too…

Wang Yunxiao stomped his foot in place, flexing slightly to regain control of his body that was gradually becoming difficult to handle due to the power surge.

Has the game planner suddenly grown a conscience? Are bosses now designed to favor non-paying players?

Among the four divine skills Blood Slaughter master, “White Bone Capital View” requires beheading enemies, building the Capital View, thereby accumulating personal power. Each successful slaying of a formidable enemy permanently boosts the power ceiling.

Previously, he annihilated that pigeon spirit in the real world, earning one boost, then gained another upon killing Solomon just now. These two power boosts haven’t yet formed a qualitative change; however, the opponent kindly hands over an enormous experience packet with open hands.

A total of seventy-two demon god’s bodies.

Can’t take them anymore, big brother! Truly can’t take them anymore!