Chapter 124: Furry Disease

  Perhaps due to his overconfidence in his own notorious name, or perhaps because he had always taken the initiative strategically, Zagunede did not waste too much energy on defense. The disappearance of the defensive magic array meant that Nuremberg was welcoming its own doomsday. Langning ordered the four crystal cannons to fire together, and a large section of Nuremberg's east wall was instantly blasted down. Coincidentally, one of the magical cannonballs landed right in the middle of the group of evil eyes, immediately turning dozens of them into splashing liquid. The surviving evil eyes rolled into a ball, and when they got up, without waiting for the commander's order, they let out despairing screams while randomly shooting light beams.

  Strictly speaking, the Evil Eye Legion is the only long-range strike force without range limitations, because they shoot out a beam of light. Within 200 meters, the beam of light is only as thick as a human thumb, and beyond a certain distance, the beam will rapidly disperse, its power can be ignored. As for the standard distance of dispersion, that depends on the individual strength of the Evil Eye.

  The four crystal cannons, as well as the nearby mages, all turned a pale red color due to the influence of the Evil Eye's beam, but the beam no longer had any killing power. The mages were nonchalantly operating the crystal cannons, preparing for their next attack.

  Lang Ning once again gave the order to launch, and the suddenly rising white giant light group made the Minotaur and Evil Eyes on the city wall fall into a desperate abyss, and they completely lost their fighting spirit. They didn't understand why the commander on the other side hadn't launched an attack yet, even though the city wall in front of them had been blown to pieces.

  From the perspective of the all-seeing eye, the surviving warriors of Nuremberg were seen fleeing down the city walls in a state of panic. Langning's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and he gave an order. The mages hastily adjusted the muzzle of the magic crystal cannon, and amidst the deafening roar, the magic crystal cannon began to wreak havoc once again.

  This time the magic shell landed inside the city, blasting soldiers hiding behind the city walls and causing several simple arrow towers to collapse instantly.

  To Lang Ning, he didn't know what was waiting for him. So he cherished every bit of living strength, cherished every soldier, and in comparison, military supplies were insignificant. Moreover, he had already dispatched three cavalry regiments to raid the remaining passes. In the past, he was powerless, but from the moment he stepped into the territory of Black Crow City, he would not allow a single drop of wealth or military supplies to flow out. He only knew how to attack and plunder. As a general, perhaps Lang Ning's shoulders were still young, but he had already begun considering future development.

  The soldiers of the infantry phalanx of the torrential army were anxious, scratching their ears and cheeks. According to common sense, they should have launched an attack long ago, but since no orders had been given from above, they did not dare to move rashly.

  The four Mages' Cannons continued to spew out flames of fury, with giant magic cannonballs falling onto Nuremberg. Splashing up waves of death, no matter what kind of building was under the magic cannonballs, they all turned into tofu dregs. The creatures in the city were blown to pieces. If someone flew high enough, they could clearly see that the landing points of the magic cannonballs were very regular. The southern district took a few hits, and the eastern district would also take a few hits. Neither more nor less, sharing the benefits equally.

  Soon, a group of thoroughly disheartened Minotaurs and Basilisks fled to the Western City, opened the city gate, and swarmed out.

  "Charge!" Seeing this scene from the Eye of Insight, Lang Ning finally let out a sigh of relief.

  The soldiers shouted after holding their breath for half a day. Three phalanxes moved together. The rolling iron flow was unstoppable. They rushed forward in a straight line. Lang Ning drew out his war spear, waved his hand, and led two cavalry brigades to bypass the city wall, chasing those fleeing cow-headed men and evil-eyed people.

  In the depths of a long corridor in a prison. Several Minotaurs with bloodshot eyes were drinking wine. It was quiet here. Only occasionally could the cups and plates make a slight clinking sound. A moment later, when they saw a military flag that didn't belong to them being inserted into the city wall, several Minotaurs looked at each other, picked up their giant axes, and walked straight towards the depths of the corridor.

  Bang! The iron gate was kicked open violently. Several Minotaurs were about to enter, but they suddenly became stunned like wooden chickens. In the cell, an inexplicable extra person appeared. And that prisoner emitting a foul odor stood in the center of the cell, slowly moving his arms.

  "Be careful!" Han Jin shouted in a low voice. He waved his hand and released a wooden puppet, blocking the prison door. With a casual gesture, he added a divine seal to himself. Then, he pounced forward.

  What was astonishing was that outside the prison cell, there was not a single person left. Only a few giant axes were scattered around in disarray. Outside the long corridor, several Minotaurs let out hoarse cries of surprise while fleeing towards the end of the corridor. Han Jin couldn't understand what they were shouting about, but he could hear their despair.

  Han Jin suddenly turned around. Quietly looking at the prisoner, he had experienced the fighting spirit of the bull-headed man. He would never have thought that he possessed such a strong deterrent force. Without moving his hands, he could scare them away.

  The prisoner was still moving his body slowly and leisurely, calm and composed, neither excited about regaining freedom nor pained by the numerous scars.

  Han Jin was well aware of what Zagunede had done to the prisoner, after all, he had just rescued him with his own hands. Yesterday, he only saw two iron nails that had pierced through the palm, in fact, the prisoner's shoulders, legs and ribs were also pierced by iron nails, and his body was tightly bound by a mysterious metal wire, some places deep enough to see bone. From the perspective of modern medicine, this person should have died long ago, but he looked always relaxed, without mentioning useless medical knowledge, just this will alone is enough to make people tremble with fear.

  "Little guy, thank you for saving me." The prisoner said faintly.

  "Raphael..." Han Jin reminded weakly, he was very helpless, were all old people so forgetful?

  "Oh... Mr. Raphael." The prisoner's tone finally had a hint of amusement: "I'm curious, did you come here because you knew Zagunede would make a move on me?"

  "Zha Gu Nede attaches so much importance to you, shouldn't be unguarded." Han Jin smiled and said: "But I'm also curious, why didn't you remind me yesterday?"

  "As I've grown older, my reactions have slowed down a bit. After you left yesterday, I kept calling out your name for almost the entire night."

  "I..." Han Jin had a feeling of being at a loss for words: "Then you still can't remember my name?"

  "What if you're a famous person? Calling out your name wouldn't remind them, would it? That's why I've been calling out to the little guy." The prisoner slowly crouched down, gently stroking the metal wire that Han Jin had removed, his movements soft and gentle, as if he were caressing a lover: "I didn't think that Zaganed would forget me. The feeling of being forgotten by an old friend... is really quite complicated."

  Hearing this, Han Jin suddenly reacted: "What you said... makes sense! Zha Gu Nei De should have known about our attack long ago, why didn't he take action against you? Or it would be possible to bring you somewhere else?"

  "Who knows, maybe he just forgot." The prisoner seriously gathered up all the metal wire: "Or maybe he and Caroline had a wild time and she bit off something of his, so he didn't have time for anything else."

  "Have you... seen their performance?"

  "Acting? Hehe... Little guy, your mind is a bit dirty, how are you interested in this kind of thing?"

  "Raphael!" Han Jin couldn't help but repeat again: "Was it you who made the first move?!"

  "How dirty... it's really too dirty." The prisoner looked at his own emaciated arm, then let out a string of light laughter: "Little guy, accompany me to find a place and give this ten years' worth of grime a good wash."

  "Pull..."

  "Right, right, Mr. Raphael." The prisoner intercepted.

  Han Jin reluctantly stepped aside: "Please go first!" He left a few small beetles on the long corridor, clearly aware of the commotion outside. He decided that no matter what unexpected events occurred, he would not take action and must see the prisoner's skills!

  The prisoner took a step forward, slowly walking outwards. He started with slow steps and his body swayed unsteadily, like a child who had just learned to walk, but by the time he reached the door, his pace had stabilized.

  Just as they walked to the entrance, a group of abyssal demon women ran towards them. When they saw the prisoner, the abyssal demon women collectively froze and then let out a series of terrified screams before turning around and running away again. One of the smallest abyssal demon women was even scared unconscious.

  The prisoner walked forward as if he had seen nothing, and when he reached the side of the dazed Deep Abyss Witch, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, bent down to pat and touch her. Although his body blocked Han Jin's line of sight, there was a small beetle in front that allowed Han Jin to clearly see what the prisoner was touching, giving him a feeling of impending collapse.

  "Are you the conqueror of this city?" the prisoner asked suddenly.

  I am one of them.

  "Do you have power?"

  Yes.

  "So I suggest you, you should keep this demon girl by your side, she's still underage, in human terms, she's a virgin! This kind of deep sea demon girl is very rare, back in my time...I reckon her **rights should be worth at least 1,000 gold coins." The prisoner pointed to the fleeing deep sea demon girls in front: "As for them, they're already rotten goods."

  Han Jingdai swore that if the other party wasn't an old man who looked unfathomable, he would have kicked him away with one foot. But at this moment, he had no way to deal with the other party and could only shake his head and say: "If you want to, just say it directly, I'm not interested."

  "Are you really not interested?" The prisoner looked at Han Jin in astonishment.

  "Not interested!" Han Jin said with a straight face, and he really wasn't interested.

  "What an excellent young man, brave, intelligent, and most importantly, powerful, with a strange magic in his grasp, yet clear-headed, at least not indulging in women." The prisoner said softly, then paused: "You... won't have some kind of illness, will you?"

  After hearing the previous words, Han Jin suddenly woke up and found that every word the prisoner said was not nonsense, but had a very clear purpose, either to probe or to judge. However, after hearing the last sentence, he felt like crying and laughing at the same time, wanting to explode in anger!