Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1903 - 1904: Cat and Mouse

Ebert's Hamr of the Thunder God struck down fiercely.

The Duke of Southern Road widened his eyes, unwilling to resist any longer.

But seeing Maggie, the heir of the Black Cavalry he had arranged, walking right into the trap, he could no longer remain calm in the face of life and death.

He bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out blood, and gathered all his Essence Qi, forming a Tai Chi-shaped shield in front of him.

Boom!

A loud explosion was heard as the Hamr of the Thunder God smashed into the Tai Chi Shield, with a flash of electricity, the shield shattered instantly.

The Duke of Southern Road was violently shaken, his entire body was sent flying back by the overwhelming power of the Hamr of the Thunder God.

The bones in his two arms were completely broken, his ribs fractured, and half of his body was almost cooked by the violent power of thunder and lightning.

His skin was a purplish-blue color, his cheeks blackened, and a heavy sll of grilled at emanated from his body, nauseating those around.

Thunder fire burned fiercely upon him, the purple-blue flas filled with a destructive aura.

Yet, despite everything, the Duke of Southern Road managed to withstand Ebert's Hamr of the Thunder God, miraculously not dying.

Ebert was certain that with the hamr's strike, the Duke of Southern Road had no chance of survival.

However, the fact that the Duke actually withstood the hamr's power left Ebert astonished.

Nonetheless, the prospect of slowly finishing off this longti nesis was quite satisfying.

In astonishnt, Ebert laughed heartily.

"As expected of the Duke of Southern Road! To withstand my Hamr of the Thunder God, a true warrior!"

He said, giving the Duke a thumbs up, a sinister smile on his face.

"Take your ti, the ga has just begun."

"Father…"

Maggie exclaid from a distance, rushing forward under the protection of a squad, supporting the Duke of Southern Road.

In the sky, countless blue electric nets lood low, covering the heads of the people below.

The Duke of Southern Road weakly opened his eyes, giving Maggie a feeble push, and growled softly.

"You fool… As the Black Cavalry's top commander, the Southeast campaign is in your hands, and you…"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, which was boiling hot.

Although Maggie was calm and wise, she was still a girl in her twenties. Seeing her beloved father seriously injured and near death, she could not contain her emotions.

She helped the Duke up, a determined look flashing across her face.

"Father, I will break you out of here. If we can't escape… I will accompany you on this road."

Ebert stood afar, laughing heartily.

"Duke of Southern Road, I respect you as a man; surrender, otherwise, your daughter and son will be buried with you."

Saying this, Ebert looked at Maggie appreciatively.

"I heard that your daughter Maggie is not only of Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty, but as the Deputy Commander of the Black Cavalry, she never fails in her calculations, predicting events perfectly."

"Seeing her today, her reputation is indeed well-deserved."

Ebert's laughter was filled with pride.

The Duke of Southern Road was a tough general, and getting him to surrender was impossible for Ebert.

However, with his most cherished younger daughter Maggie here, the opportunity for surrender was within reach.

Maggie turned to look at Ebert, her gaze cold.

"Lord Ebert, as one of The Seven Holy Envoys, your status is so noble, you wouldn't take advantage of others in their peril, would you?"

Ebert laughed heartily, "To , provocations are useless. You have only two paths before you."

"Surrender, or die…"

In her heart, Maggie was anxious. No matter how clever she was, under Ebert's overwhelming power, she was ultimately at a loss.

Powerless, she whispered an order.

"Pikewei Guards, prepare for battle; no matter what, protect the Duke's escape."

She lightly bit her silver teeth, "At all costs, even if it ans mutual destruction!"

The Pikewei Guards were the Black Cavalry's most elite special forces, always carrying out orders from the Duke and Maggie without question.

This squad was the Duke's sworn soldiers, loyal and powerful, each a Core Formation to Divine Communication Martial Arts Expert.

Upon receiving Maggie's order, the Pikewei Guards swiftly moved, forming a defensive formation around Maggie and the Duke.

The front row of the Pikewei Guards pulled the rifles from their backs, their dark barrels aid at Ebert.

Ebert laughed heartily, "Interesting, interesting, you dare to resist, truly bold."

At this, Maggie suddenly waved her hand, "Action!"

She bent down, picking up the Duke from the ground, fleeing toward the Southeast like a bolt of lightning.

Simultaneously, five Pikewei Guards fired at Ebert.

The other five retreated backward, covering Maggie and the Duke's withdrawal.

This series of maneuvers, from attack to cover to defense, was seamless, showcasing the Pikewei Guards' exceptional adaptability.

Ebert laughed heartily, his figure flickering as he dodged the bullets, ghost-like as he charged toward the five sniping Pikewei Guards.

At the sa ti, a long chain of lightning flashed between the waists and abdons of the five Pikewei Guards.

Thunder rumbled!

With a roar of thunder, the five Pikewei Guards were thrown into the air, like deep-fried shrimps, bodies curling up before falling to the ground.

Blood gushed from their mouths, their breathing ceased.

Five Core Formation Experts, instantly slain by Ebert!

Maggie saw this and felt her scalp tingle.

The Duke was helplessly held in Maggie's arms, fleeing desperately.

His consciousness had completely slipped into a coma, only mumbling, "Go, don't mind ."

The five Pikewei Guards behind Maggie drew their military spikes, turning to charge fearlessly at Ebert.

But, just as they reached Ebert.

A massive electric net suddenly appeared in the void, enveloping the five Pikewei Guards instantaneously.

Within monts, the five Pikewei Guards were wrapped in blue electric currents, crackling incessantly.

The five Pikewei Guards shivered violently as if having a seizure, lightning fire burning over them, then they fell.

Maggie, holding the Duke, fled forward without looking back.

However, her small stature and insufficient Martial Arts Skills, carrying the burly Duke, couldn't take her far?

Ebert chuckled, leisurely following behind Maggie, unhurried, with a leisurely deanor.

For Ebert, nothing was more enjoyable than this.

His many-year nesis was in his grasp, life and death entirely in his hands.

The taste of victory intoxicated Ebert.

He was in no rush to kill the Duke and Maggie; he wanted to savor this taste bit by bit.

Maggie had just fled two hundred ters, when Ebert casually waved his hand, and a blue incandescent electric net lood ahead of Maggie.

Unawares, Maggie nearly collided with it; she stopped, turned around, and continued rushing towards the Northeast.

Ebert laughed heartily, unhurriedly following behind Maggie.

Just as Maggie was about to escape far, Ebert snapped his fingers, and another sparking electric net appeared, blocking Maggie's path.

He wholly regarded Maggie and the Duke as mice trapped in a cage.

And Ebert himself, was the cat!