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Joel Nash opened his right hand, and a magical barrier appeared in front of him. The bullets crashed into the barrier like a metal wall and fell to the ground with a clatter.
The Secret Service bodyguards standing beside him exchanged glances and raised their pistols.
Joel Nash pointed, and a dozen black tentacles appeared on the ground. The tentacles pierced the bodies of the Secret Service bodyguards, sucking out their flesh and blood, and devouring their souls. In the blink of an eye, a living person was turned into a skeleton that had been dried up for centuries.
The tentacles, nourished by nutrients, grew rapidly, becoming thick and long, reaching tens of meters in length. The tentacles possessed immense power; each swing caused a sonic boom. When the tentacles struck the crowd, more than twenty soldiers died within moments.
Sam Lane pulled out a walkie-talkie.
"Fire!"
An armored tank hidden in the woods turned its cannon, and with a rumble, four explosive shells tore through the air and pierced Joel Nash's tentacles.
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An explosion rang out, and the air was torn apart into a horizontal storm. Everyone instinctively covered their heads. As the flames subsided, Joel Nash, his clothes slightly torn, was still suspended in the air, with a visible energy barrier floating around him.
I was surprised that the explosives didn't work!
"Damn it!"
Sam Lane gritted his teeth in hatred and continued to issue orders: "Fire, keep firing! The air force is attacking. Don't worry about his condition. Remember, it's the devil, not the president."
No sooner had he finished speaking than cannon fire erupted.
Thirteen tanks hidden in the forest launched an attack simultaneously. High-explosive shells pierced through the trees and shot straight up. Three Tiger helicopters appeared in the sky above the forest. Vulcan cannons fired spiral armor-piercing shells that tore through the air, forming a straight corridor of sonic discharge.
Four F-16 fighter jets swept across the sky, while Sidewinder missiles plummeted downwards.
The attacks continued relentlessly, with explosions following one after another. The ground shook violently, dust billowed, and a sandstorm formed from the shockwave. A Sidewinder missile struck Air Force One, igniting its fuel tanks and causing a secondary explosion. Flames shot outwards, turning the sandstorm a sinister red.
The heatwave from the dust enveloped the crowd, forcing them to retreat.
Countless craters appeared on the ground, and everything within a hundred meters of Joel Nash was destroyed.
Someone muttered, "With such strong attack power, he should be dead!"
Sam Lane glanced at Grylls, who shook his head seriously.
"If it is truly a demon born from ancient times, as you say, then this battle has only just begun."
"The power of demons is beyond human imagination."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.
After a long while, the dust slowly settled, revealing a blood-covered figure on the uneven ground. In comparison, Joel Nash looked quite pitiful: his outer garment was gone, revealing a blood-stained body with a bloody hole in his stomach, clearly caused by a spiral armor-piercing bullet.
Seeing this, Sam felt a sense of relief; firearms were effective, and anything was possible.
Joel Nash lowered his head, examining his body with a look of disgust. Then, a soft incantation rang out, and his wounds healed at a visible speed. In just a few seconds, all the wounds disappeared, and even the blood seeped into his body through his skin.
He rose into the air and hovered, black and red patterns appeared on his forehead, sharp horns grew on his head, and red flame feathers grew on his back.
He stood under the moon, wings outstretched, like a bloodthirsty angel from a myth.
"...Laughable people, how can you always be so naive!"
After transforming, Joel Nash's voice also changed, becoming loud and deep, as if containing some kind of power.
"Freedom, autonomy, checks and balances, absurdity—the weak must accept the fate of being ruled by the strong (Wang, Li, and Zhao)."
"Since you've forced me to reveal my true form, I'll show you what superior bloodlines really mean."
Joel Nash flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind, and shot into the sky like an arrow. As he flew past the helicopter, he raised his arm and slashed downwards, sending out an invisible blade of fire that sliced the helicopter in half.
Two F-16 fighter jets flew in from a distance. The pilots were preparing to launch an attack when suddenly a spasmodic pain pierced their hearts. The next second, a large amount of blood gushed from their mouths, and they collapsed in the cockpit. The unguided fighter jets crashed and disappeared into the forest.
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After two loud bangs, two fireballs appeared in the distant sky.
Joel Nash smirked, his fingers spread wide, and a hundred-foot-long fire whip appeared on his palm.
The long whip cleaved through the air, splitting the helicopter in two. Red light flashed at the cut, and a solid stream of iron rushed down.
He burst into laughter with excitement and rushed into the woods.
Chapter 1112 Unreasonable Laughter
Gustaf is an anomaly among demons. Unlike the cruelty and bloodlust of ordinary demons, Gustaf possesses insane power, can endure loneliness, and can even fight against instinct for a long time to achieve his goals.
The reason for this is inseparable from the power of the Mask of Destiny, which allows him to possess two souls with polarized personalities at the same time. One soul inherits the original body's wisdom, cunning, strength, and domineering nature, while the other soul inherits the ferocious, bloodthirsty, and violent demonic nature.
Joel Nash prioritizes the soul; he focuses on using magic and controlling the soul rather than on physical transformations.
A long trail of burning flames danced wildly through the forest, snapping large sections of trees in their path. The flames ignited a forest fire, preventing the tanks hidden within from escaping.
The armored vehicle was like paper in front of the fire whips that were more than ten centimeters thick. With one lash, the vehicle split in two, and the driver was killed instantly.
In an instant, thirteen tanks turned into fireballs one after another. The flames engulfed the forest and dyed half the sky red. Joel Nash spread his wings in the flames and burst into unreasonable, maniacal laughter.
“Laughable people, these are the weapons you are so proud of.”
Laughter echoed in the air, the sound extremely grating.
Sam Lane grinned, the scene before him reminding him of the attack on Seaside City: the battle then was won at a great cost, would it be the same today?
After the tanks and planes were destroyed one by one, the atmosphere became extremely oppressive. The soldiers looked at each other in horror: faced with such overwhelming power, they, as special forces soldiers, experienced a sense of powerlessness for the first time.
They could do nothing until the devil followed them.
Sam Lane clearly sensed the shift in morale and turned around, shouting angrily.
"I've already written my will. If I die, I'll die with you."
This word shocked everyone present, the sergeant exclaimed.
"General, please give the order."
"Spread out, two people per group. Remember, stay alive."
"I see"
After the order was given, the soldiers gathered together, divided into numerous small squads, and used tree trunks and pits as cover, waiting for an opportunity to launch an attack.
Sam-Lane stared expressionlessly at the ants: "I didn't invite you here to watch a show. You are wizards; you must have a way to weaken it."
Grylls was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I can't guarantee that!"
Sam Ryan narrowed his eyes, radiating a murderous aura—if nothing else, it was pure killing intent.
“What I just said wasn’t a request, it was an order. If you can do it, your previous crimes will be cancelled, and you will no longer be wanted (bbfh). If you can’t do it, you can even get a three million dollar commission….”
There's no need to say anything more; you understand perfectly well.
The wizards exchanged glances, confirmed their idea, and then Grylls stepped forward and said...
"General, I hope you will remember the promise you made today."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a silver compass and pointed it at the pursuer Joel Nash. As a strange and hoarse incantation rang out, the pointer on the compass began to sway, and a faint black mist appeared on it.
"Little Sagrado!"
"Understood, sir."
The boy bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the compass. The black mist instantly surged up, transforming into a venomous snake that slid into the ant's body through its mouth. The old man's cheeks visibly turned green, as if he had been poisoned.
Trembling, he snatched the dagger hanging at his waist and plunged it into his heart.
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Meanwhile, in the distance, Joel Nash was struck hard and fell from a height, a bloody hole appearing in his heart, from which blood gushed out, mixed with faint black threads.
"Voodoo Curse!"
Joel Nash roared, his murderous red pupils piercing through layers of space as he coldly stared at the wizard ants.
The old man gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his chest, and stabbed it into the ground again in front of everyone.
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With two screams, blood gushed from the hearts of both Joel Nash and the old man, a horrific and unbelievable scene.
"Damn bugs!"
Iornash abandoned the soldiers who were firing at him and flew away like a javelin.
The old man said weakly, "Stop him...stop him!"
The remaining six rushed forward. One used an exorcism spell, another used Soul Tremor, and the third summoned a shadow monster to possess Joel Nash in an attempt to slow him down.
The six men went about their own business when, at that moment, the ant pulled out his dagger again and stabbed it into his heart.
Ah ah
Joel Nash let out a cry of pain. He spread his five fingers, and a fiery red whip instantly formed. He swung it forward with force, and the fiery red whip cleaved through the air with a muffled howl and scorching heat.
A wave of heat rushed towards him, and the high-ranking wizard hurriedly set up a protective barrier in front of him. The next second, he was split in two, his body ignited by flames, turning into a burning fireball.
The person behind him was also not spared; he was struck by a fiery whip and exploded. The others lowered their heads in horror at the sight. Young Sagrado pounced on the ant, and the two fell to the ground.
A beam of fire swept overhead, leaving a trail of crimson light, before striking the distant forest.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The trees were felled one by one, all waist-high, and the area within a radius of several hundred meters suddenly became a vacuum, with not a single plant in sight.