People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 373 Little Red Riding Hood is really a magical artifact, but no one believes it

Severin's figure fell like a meteor.

The neat military uniform he wore all year round was now in tatters, with hideous wounds all over his body. Blood was gushing out, turning him into a bloody man.

"Ahem...Witch King, nothing more than that!"

Severin lay on the ground that had been smashed by himself, and forced a smile.

Above him, the Witch King had a blank expression on his face, and his huge shadow was not damaged at all.

"Ant, do you think I didn't notice your poor plan?" the Witch King sneered.

His voice was like rolling thunder, echoing over Warrenmuth:

"You think you can deal with me by attracting my attention and giving your military police a chance to activate the phonograph?"

Severin pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, but he was unable to speak.

Because of his injuries and the invasion of mineral sickness, his lungs seemed to be burning with a raging fire. The pain was so severe that he wanted to use a saber to cut open his chest and pull out his lungs.

In the distance, on each of the four walls of Warrenmude stood a huge metal structure, which looked like a rocket without a tip, and the four raised bases below slowly emitted a blue Originium wave glow.

Driven by the energy of Originium, these four huge phonographs actually floated into the air, and blue light continued to surge upward from the bottom, turning into a circle of light and converging at the top.

The next second, the blue energy ring vibrated, and four phonographs simultaneously released beams of light at the Witch King in the air.

The beam of light, as thick as an adult's arm, shot straight into the sky, but compared to the shadow of the Witch King that blocked out the sky, it seemed like a fragile toothpick.

"Humph!"

With a cold voice from the Witch King, the light beams released by the phonograph all dissipated without him having to take any action.

The Witch King did not hesitate. After shattering the light beam with his voice, he raised his right arm high and clenched it above his head in order to completely crush the morale of the gendarmes and the residents of Warrenmdene.

Scarlet Originium fluctuations burst out from the center of his fist, as if a red sun was born.

The four gramophones vibrated together. Under the horrified gaze of the gendarmes, control of the gramophones was taken away by the Witch King in the blink of an eye. The original blue light turned into a red light filled with tyranny and destruction.

"Get away!"

Several alert gendarmes shouted warnings and then knocked down their companions.

The moment they fell, the phonograph burst out with a red beam, which destroyed the ground beneath their feet.

The terrifying shock wave rolled up the bodies of the gendarmes, and they fell off the city wall with a crackling sound like dumplings being torn out of their packaging.

On the ground, Severin looked pale.

Even though he knew that his plan and resistance were ridiculous in front of a powerful being like the Witch King, when the dust settled, he couldn't help but feel endless resentment and anger.

He stared at the Witch King with his bleeding eyes, as if trying to figure out how the Witch King had been resurrected right under his nose.

He clearly dispatched a large number of military police to investigate, so why didn't they receive any news?

Severin wanted to roar and vent the resentment in his heart, but his body was no longer able to support it.

The Witch King's cold gaze descended from the sky, and along with it came a torrent of red mist that symbolized death and destruction.

Severin's body was swallowed by the red mist in the blink of an eye.

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"The phonograph was taken away, the military police were defeated, and Commander Severin who had fought against the Witch King was defeated in the blink of an eye. We are doomed."

There was no need for the Witch King to deliberately spread the emotion of despair. When Severin's counterattack was easily crushed by the Witch King, despair had already become the main theme in the city of Warrenmuth.

Under the intentional control of the Witch King, residents gathered from all directions to form an unprecedented group.

In this group, regardless of whether they are infected or not, everyone has only one identity, that is, the lambs to be slaughtered by the Witch King.

People trembled and huddled together with those around them. Even though they saw obvious Originium crystal clusters on the other person, they no longer cared.

At this moment, the only way for them to prevent their spirits from collapsing directly is to stick closely to each other and feel the body temperature of a living person.

The world seemed to have turned gray, and all colors were covered with a shadow, which was the fear of death in people's hearts.

In this gray world, two somewhat glaring red spots keep flashing before people's eyes.

"Little Red Riding Hood, fresh Little Red Riding Hood, now you don't need to bother with any nonsense, you only need one pure Originium to take it home!"

"This is not an ordinary Little Red Riding Hood. This is the Little Red Riding Hood from Wang Wei's poem... Ugh, this is a blessed Little Red Riding Hood. Wearing it will ward off disasters and all difficulties. The witch king can kill it with one punch!"

Qi Yan, wearing his own Little Red Riding Hood, kept shouting in the crowd, trying to sell his products.

Unfortunately, everyone was in fear. Even if their attention was attracted for a moment by his weird and outrageous slogan, they would fall back into the embrace of fear the next second.

Another Queen's Voice wearing a Little Red Riding Hood smiled bitterly and followed Qi Yan step by step.

He didn't understand why a strong man like Qi Yan was so obsessed with money.

Doesn’t Rhodes Island pay Qi Yan’s salary?

"Qi Yan!"

Just as Qi Yan was working hard to promote his Little Red Riding Hood, a familiar roar came from not far away.

Qi Yan was so frightened that his body trembled, and subconsciously wanted to escape, but there were so many people around him, and they were all his potential customers, so Qi Yan couldn't bear to kick them away.

Due to this delay, Anto, escorted by a group of Sarkaz, rushed straight to Qi Yan and grabbed his arm.

"You bastard, liar, big liar!" Anto's eyes turned red with anger. "You said you would stay at home and rest, and not force yourself, but why did you suddenly run away?"

Qi Yan shrank his neck and laughed dryly:

"I didn't break my promise. I silently endured the roars of a menopausal old woman without any resistance. I just worked every day to earn some money."

The Queen's Voice, who was following silently behind him, had her eyelids twitching.

He understood who Qi Yan was talking about, but he said he didn't really want to understand.

When reporting work afterwards, should this sentence be reported truthfully?

The Queen's Voice had an image in his mind of a cooperation representative to Rhode Island who accidentally said something wrong and was so scared that he knelt on the ground and rubbed his forehead against the ground to apologize. He chose to bury this memory deep in his heart.

Anto would not be fooled by Qi Yan's words. At this moment, the worry and anger that had been pent up in her for many days completely erupted.

"Qi Yan, you're done, I tell you, you're done!" Anto roared, "When I go back this time, I'm going to expose your crimes, and you can just wait for Amiya and Qi Lin to teach you a lesson!"

Qi Yan's face instantly turned bitter, and he hurriedly put a little red hat on Anto's head:

"I know I was wrong. I'll give you a Little Red Riding Hood to ward off disasters and resolve difficulties. When you wear it, it means you are under my protection. If you rush up to the Witch King and give him a big fight, he won't dare to fight back.

If you feel angry, go and beat him up to cool off.”

The Witch King, who was laughing wildly above the sky, suddenly choked.