Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1897 - 1898: I Might as Well Grant Your Wish

The Duke of Southern Road and Nan Yan were both taken aback, and both leaned forward to observe the battle on the screen.

On the screen, a large number of dark creatures surged forward continuously, only to be blasted into a gore-splattering ss by the heavy machine guns, falling one after another.

Maggie's command was almost flawless; as long as the ammunition was sufficient, these dark creatures were just sent to their death in vain.

But at that mont, behind the dark creatures, more than a dozen faint human shadows flashed like lightning toward the iron gate of the energy supply station.

They appeared like a sharp sword cutting through waves, unbelievably fast, and in an instant, had already reached the iron gate, with their sword edges pointed directly at the heavy machine gun bunkers of the iron gate.

As long as these two bunkers were taken out, no matter how skilled Maggie's command was, she wouldn't be able to stop the torrent of dark creatures.

The faces of the Duke of Southern Road, Nan Yan, and Maggie changed. Nan Yan stood tall, his body transforming into afterimages as he rushed forward.

The mutants' speed was simply too fast; ordinary gunners couldn't aim at them at all.

If you gave them a few seconds, they could slaughter the gunners in the two bunkers.

The Duke of Southern Road reached out and grabbed, and the True Martial Divine Weapon appeared in his hand.

The Duke of Southern Road burst through the iron gate, surprisingly arriving faster than Nan Yan, overtaking him.

Maggie was shocked: "Father..."

In her heart, Maggie was very uneasy; as a father among the Four Great War Gods, he handed the command entirely to her.

And he himself charged forward like an ordinary spearhead soldier, showcasing imnse trust in her.

Maggie bit her lip and issued the order.

"Pikewei Guards, charge! Make sure to protect the Duke of Southern Road!"

With Maggie's order, a hidden squad rushed at the mutants like a group of enraged lions.

The mutants' speed was too fast, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the bunker, their forms suddenly dispersing and disappearing.

This was the mutants launching an attack on the soldiers of the bunker, moving so fast that ordinary people couldn't see their forms clearly.

However, at this mont, the Duke of Southern Road let out a long howl and charged to the front of the bunker, his Longsword slashing forward like lightning.

Ah!

A mutant scread, its severed arm soaring into the sky.

The Duke of Southern Road's sword edge slashed diagonally again, and the head of that mutant flew up, blood spraying everywhere like a fountain.

Almost simultaneously, Little Knife's blade sliced through the void, a cold gleam flickering past, and two mutants froze in place.

After a mont, cracks appeared on their necks, blood gradually expanding until finally, with a pop, blood sprayed out like arrows.

The bodies of the two mutants fell to the ground like logs.

In an instant, Nan Yan and the Duke of Southern Road had already killed three mutants, boosting the morale of the Pikewei Guards behind them, who charged with shouts.

In no ti, a lee of blades and shadows ensued, with flesh and blood flying, as the elite Pikewei Guards of the Black Cavalry engaged in close combat with the mutants.

At that mont, a loud whistling sound pierced the air, a tiny object shooting towards the Duke of Southern Road.

Ah! Ah!

Two screams followed, as that object pierced through the hearts of two Pikewei Guards in succession.

And yet, that stone's montum was undeterred, still shooting toward the Duke of Southern Road.

In an instant, Nan Yan's crescent-shaped Little Knife flew forth, casting a cold gleam to intercept it in front of the Duke of Southern Road.

BANG!

Nan Yan's Little Knife suddenly shattered, becoming countless shards of iron shooting outwards.

Nan Yan's body trembled, as if electrified, his once elegant and fair complexion turning blood-red.

He felt an imnse force crashing into him, leaving half his body numb.

The small object, undeterred, continued shooting toward Nan Yan, fast as lightning.

At that mont, the Duke of Southern Road let out a long howl, the True Martial Divine Weapon precisely slashing out to intercept it in front of Nan Yan.

BANG!

The Duke of Southern Road's True Martial Divine Weapon instantly shattered, causing him to stagger back two steps, nearly falling.

His face instantly turned pale, but his previously squinted eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Ebert, since you're here, why not show yourself?"

After speaking, the Duke of Southern Road reached out his hand, but in his palm lay a small stone, grinding his palm's flesh bloody.

Nan Yan's mouth gaped open, his face turning pale with shock, as the indestructible object turned out to be a tiny stone!

Nan Yan's Little Knife was made from a special alloy, hard and comparable to a diamond.

Yet in front of this ordinary pebble, it was as fragile as glass.

And the Duke of Southern Road's True Martial Divine Weapon, composed of his elite True Martial Spirit, could not withstand the power of this small stone.

What terrifying power this was!

Nan Yan panted heavily, clutching his fractured forehand, blood seeping through his fingers.

This stunning small stone had disturbed the void of the battlefield, suddenly filling it with a mysterious aura of authority.

Many mutants retreated in unison, reverently gazing into the void, ignoring the Duke of Southern Road, Nan Yan, and the Pikewei Guards.

"Duke of Southern Road, how have you been?"

At that mont, the moon in the sky ducked behind the clouds.

In the dim, blurred light, everyone could vaguely see a tall and dashing figure appearing in the middle of the battleground.

Just as he spoke, the moon erged from the dark clouds, its bright and clear light illuminating the person's face.

The man looked ordinary, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, clean, with a calm complexion and gentle eyes.

His flaxen hair draped over his shoulders, giving him the air of an artist.

Nan Yan's eyes nearly popped out. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he believe that a mutant could look so clean and gentle?

In the minds of many, mutants are vile and ferocious creatures.

After their mutation, their skin often sprouts many growths, most of which ulcerate and bleed.

Thus, many mutants carry the stench of rotting corpses.

Most importantly, the nature of mutants has beco completely malford, exceedingly violent and brutal.

But this person in front of them rivaled the finest gentleman, elegant and graceful in speech and action.

How could such a person mix with the filthy and ugly mutants?

However, the Duke of Southern Road, upon seeing this person, seed as if he'd seen a devil from hell, his face filled with fright.

"Ebert, I never expected you to complete the Tenth Level Evolution."

Ebert smiled slightly, speaking softly.

"Now you should understand, that only limitless evolution is the only way to save the apocalypse."

"Our Doomsday Tribunal exists solely to save the end tis."

At that, Ebert smiled again.

"Duke of Southern Road, I've always admired your character and abilities. If you surrender now, I can choose not to kill you."

The Duke of Southern Road snorted: "Join you? And beco an accomplice in your harm to humanity? Sorry, I can't do it."

Ebert smiled slightly and clapped gently.

"Good, worthy of the Duke of Southern Road, I'll fulfill your wish."

After speaking, his form blurred and rushed towards the Duke of Southern Road.

While the Duke of Southern Road faced off with Ebert, Yang Fei, Nico, and Milan finally reached the outskirts of the energy supply station.

PS: For clarification, the mystical elents are to fill in the gaps in the old stories. Please believe in Fanfan's storytelling abilities, the plot will only get more exciting.