Chapter 515: Chapter 460: Lamentations (4K)_2

The lower body was a Titan Python-like thick and long snake body.

In terms of physical strength alone, it was not inferior to the White Horse Tombstone.

Swish!

The Snake Demon’s thick long snake body tightly coiled around Li Cheng’s waist, squeezing with all its might.

As the mist spread, the last scene captured by the street corner surveillance camera was the Snake Demon wielding six contract demon blades forged in the abyss, slashing toward Li Cheng’s neck.

Squelch, squelch—

From within the dense fog came the clear sound of flesh being sliced, and the spray of blood overpowering the sound of the storm.

Scarlet, foul blood streamed from the thick mist, disappearing into the sewers. Gradually, all sounds ceased.

Until…

Thud.

A gigantic Snake Demon head was flung from the mist, rolling and crashing against the roadside steps, its vacant eyes still reflecting terror and despair.

“No need to apologize.”

Li Cheng’s calm voice rang out,

Not only the Snake Demon’s head, but also second and third human heads that couldn’t close their eyes in death were thrown out from the fog, rolling to a stop at Nikola’s feet.

Those were… heads of the UK MI6 agents.

Nikola’s pupils trembled, and disregarding drug resistance and aftereffects, he directly shattered the glass bottle of Blue Potion and pressed it into his abdominal wound.

Quickly restoring spiritual power, he unleashed a Gale Spell and Lighting Technique to disperse the thick fog.

As the mist dispersed, Li Cheng, who had switched to a three-meter-tall Insect Form, appeared in a non-human posture, standing on the Snake Demon’s remains.

The blood on the Mantis Arm Bone Blades on either side of his arms was washed away by the rain, the thin yet tough metallic Bone Blades quivered slightly, emitting an ethereal sound akin to that of a handpan instrument.

Beside Li Cheng stood Gray Rain, holding a Skull Shattering Power Hammer—she had taken advantage of the mist and seeped into the ground opened by Gaia’s Imprisonment, dropping into the subway platform below, where she found MI6 agents hiding with Sarah Thompson.

Perhaps the British authorities had taken for granted that the Special Affairs Bureau acted openly and almost never engaged in assassination,

this group of agents were led by a player of less than level 14, who was instantly killed by a surprise strike from Gray Rain.

“This is for you.”

Gray Rain, dragging the hair of a terrified, screaming, and struggling Sarah Thompson, broke her limbs and handed her over to Li Cheng, tossing her into the Three-dimensional Warehouse.

As for herself, in front of the surveillance cameras and the Clock Tower crowd,

she picked up the last remaining MI6 operative, named Arthur, and with a cheerful demeanor, tore him apart along the midline of his body.

Crash—

His innards spilled all over the ground, the screams abruptly halted.

Even though Nikola had experienced much in the Script Tasks, having traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, at this moment, he still felt a trembling coldness that was enough to make him want to vomit.

Behind Nikola, the Black Mage named Richard struggled to get up from the ground, trembling as he asked, “Why?”

Arthur was not a player, just an ordinary special operative caught up in the incident, following orders from above.

The question was too naive for Li Cheng to bother replying; he casually flicked the Mantis Arm Bone Blade to shake off the dirty blood.

Hot breath spurted from the breathing slits on his neck.

Gray Rain seemed to be in a rather leisurely mood, currently loaded with numerous CPU chips, she was at the peak of her intelligence,

grinning as she addressed the Bell Tower Mages: “Why? First, when this person first picked up a gun, he had to be ready to be killed by others.

Second, this question was asked by the black slaves of the 17th century who were trafficked across oceans by the British.

The Native Americans systematically slaughtered in the 18th century wanted to ask.

The Australian natives culturally eradicated in the 19th century, the Indians and Irish who starved during famines, the Chinese invaded by colonialism wanted to ask.

Since your response has always been that might makes right, whoever is strong represents civilization, my answer right now is the same.”

A loud noise interrupted the conversation; Mobius and Mechanical Swarm simultaneously plummeted from above, crashing heavily on the street like meteors.

Rumble!!

The ground collapsed, the cement road cracked like a spider web.

Mobius’s face was pale, his right palm split at the tiger’s mouth, his left shoulder missing.

Mechanical Swarm fared no better, covered in wounds, spewing diesel and blood from its many injuries.

[Mobius urinating at the London Water Plant]

[Mobius secretly exhausting Hornheim candy core vlog free viewing times]

[Mobius downloading Sina Weibo and inciting fans against Kun Kun and Time Teenage Group]

Even at this time, the bionic eye of Mechanical Swarm dutifully projected the comically ridiculous AI-generated videos.

Mobius was already numb to it; he glanced at Li Cheng, and said in a low, hoarse voice, “You really spared no expense.”

In his view, inside Mechanical Swarm, several faint glows appeared.

Each glow represented a high-quality consumption type skill scroll—in the past four days, Li Cheng had invested massive funds transferred by Binary Tree, Blood Lion Roar, and others, along with the savings from the Star-casting Anvil, all to purchase scrolls.

Especially scrolls targeting the Bell Tower Guild’s spellcasting abilities.

These included Magic Counter, High-level Magic Protection, resistance to external control effects, resistance to soul blows, resistance to Teleportation Banishment Skill, etc.

All effects, regardless of cost, stacked onto Mechanical Swarm, making it difficult for Mobius, even with advantageous home ground and advanced equipment from the Bell Tower, to break through.

Buzz!

Engines inside Mechanical Swarm roared, chimney-shaped vector nozzles behind it spouting flames, thrusting it forward explosively.

Mobius swung his sword to cut behind him, slicing open a Teleportation Gate, escaping through it and reappearing three kilometers south, across the Thames at the London Eye Ferris wheel.

A three-kilometer distance was traversable in an instant for extraordinary creatures of this level.

Equipped with the Floating Engine, Mechanical Swarm maneuvered agilely, trailing flames as it pursued once again.

Meanwhile, Mobius stood atop the London Eye, taking a deep breath of the moist, cold air.

In London City, besides the Bell Tower, there were dozens of other local guilds big and small.

However, these guilds had all gone into hiding, unwilling to participate in the battle; even the Hellfire Superpower Club, the strongest with a Level 35 powerhouse,

whose headquarters was right beneath the fabric nightclub; MI6 deliberately placed Sarah Thompson’s detention site in the adjacent hotel,

hoping to divert trouble, thinking everyone should bear the consequences together.

Yet, the Hellfire Superpower Club chose to stay out of it, preferring to let the aftermath of Mechanical Swarm’s battles impact their headquarters.

“Indeed, relying on yourself is better than relying on anyone else…”

Mobius murmured to himself, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

At this moment, players observing the battle scenes within London City via surveillance cameras and low-orbit satellites would have no idea that Pifu was sparing no cost, crazily piling resources to create a war beast maxed out in magic resistance,

nor would they know that the Bell Tower exercised caution, constantly wary of Pifu’s Light Speed Elbow Strike.

These players would only see, a large guild like the Bell Tower being publicly disgraced by a mere Level 21.

With Hornheim absent, Mobius was the primary caretaker of the Bell Tower.

He took a deep breath, hesitating no longer, and directly plunged the slender sword in his hand into the London Eye below.

This Ferris wheel was not only an iconic structure of London, but also… a component of the Bell Tower’s Defense Array.

Sizzling—

A dazzling beam of light shot out from the Greenwich Observatory’s Clock Tower Headquarters, seven kilometers away, straight into the London Eye.

Mobius’s hair blew unfettered, his whole body levitating, with his remaining right arm, he slowly drew a sword composed purely of light from the London Eye.

Its name was, [Britannia].

Wielding the Light Saber, Mobius’s eyes gleamed brightly, as his skin slowly peeled off in chunks.

Mobius’s hair blew unfettered, his whole body levitating, with his remaining right arm, he slowly drew a sword composed purely of light from the London Eye.

Its name was, [Britannia].

Wielding the Light Saber, Mobius’s eyes gleamed brightly, as his skin slowly peeled off in chunks.