Scaramouche, the Rebellious Brat
"Humble ants are utterly powerless before God."
"Insects, bow your heads!"
The Scaramouche watched with disdain Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal could cause hordes of monsters to fall with a mere gesture.
Meanwhile, his actions did not stop.
They launched a frenzied massacre against the Demon Race.
However, it was only when the Scaramouche were having a good time killing each other that...
With a "bang".
A thud suddenly came from the left leg of the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal.
The Scaramouche piloted the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal and looked down.
Suddenly, a mad bull, shorter than his own thigh and with a pair of enormous horns, crashed into the thigh of the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal.
"Where did these ants come from?"
The Scaramouche, controlling the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal, kicked out, and the Mad Bull, whose body was still radiating a blue glow, was sent flying.
At the same time, he raised his arm and unleashed a beam of light compressed to its limit by Lightning Element, aiming it at the mad bull in the air!
The Ninth Rank Mad Cow Demon God was blasted to death with a single cannon shot, just like a mosquito.
at the same time.
The Sixth Pillar Bear Demon God, who was outside the battlefield, saw the scene before him through his spiritual perception, as well as the lightning beams that seemed to be able to pierce the sky.
He stood there, stunned for a moment.
After a while, the surviving Demon God quickly retreated from the area.
At the same time, the Demon Race Army also received the latest command.
Retreat 100 kilometers.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the soldiers who were already at their wits' end were now completely dumbfounded.
Looking at the enormous mech radiating the power of multiple elements, they were at a loss for words.
They could vaguely sense that the mecha in front of them, radiating terrifying power, seemed to have come to help them.
However, no one dared to approach, because every now and then, they could vaguely hear extremely arrogant words coming from the mecha's mouth...
Within minutes, all the Demon Race were routed and fled.
The battle that could have led to the fall of the Southeast Fortress was turned around instantly by Lin Feng's arrival.
After clearing the battlefield, the Scaramouche glanced at the human soldiers behind them.
It then flew back to Lin Feng's side.
A moment later.
The First Battlefield.
The other three Harbinger also returned at this time.
"Your Highness, the Demon Race in the second, third, and fourth war zones have been completely wiped out," the Arlecchino said slowly.
"Yes, well done, thank you all for your hard work."
As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, the three of them disappeared through the Teleportation Gate.
Just then, the Scaramouche, riding the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal, returned to this place.
"They've all been dealt with thoroughly, leaving no one alive!"
"I'm so disappointed. The Demon God in this world are too weak. I haven't even been able to unleash my true power."
The voices of the Scaramouche, filled with disappointment, came from the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal.
"Come down and talk!" Lin Feng said calmly, hearing the Scaramouche's arrogant tone.
The Scaramouche scoffed, "I am already a god, why should I bow and scrape before you!"
Lin Feng wasn't too surprised to hear what Scaramouche, this traitor, said.
However, while the Scaramouche were still basking in their own terrifying strength and thinking they could control everything,
Lin Feng simply raised his arm and aimed it at the chest of the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal.
The next moment, the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal the Mech, which had been exuding terrifying power, had its aura completely vanish in an instant.
The Scaramouche, realizing what had happened, hurriedly opened the cockpit and cried out in alarm, "What have you done? My power is dissipating!"
"Your power?" Lin Feng chuckled. "It's just power obtained by borrowing external forces. When did it become your power?"
Just as Lin Feng finished speaking, a strong light emanated from the chest of the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal, and the Thunder God's Heart flew out.
It fell into Lin Feng's hands.
Without the Thunder God's Heart as an energy source, the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal can still exert some power, but his power is ultimately limited.
With the elemental power that the Scaramouche currently possess, they can only unleash the strength of the Ninth Rank.
Moreover, the activation time is probably less than five minutes.
Seeing that the Scaramouche remained unmoved, their eyes fixed on the Thunder God's Heart in Lin Feng's hand, Lin Feng coldly shouted, "Get down!"
In an instant, the Scaramouche who had been harboring greedy thoughts suddenly felt a terrifying force descend upon them.
Suddenly, he lost control of his body and fell out of the cockpit.
The eleven Harbinger were bound by Contract with Lin Feng, and if they dared to disobey orders, Lin Feng could forcibly control them through these Contract.
As long as they are willing to obey, Lin Feng will not do anything excessive.
"What did you do to me!" the Scaramouche glared at Lin Feng.
"Hmph, I advise you not to try anything funny with me. If we're honest with each other, I won't do anything, but if you harbor ill intentions..."
As he said this, Lin Feng's tone became noticeably more serious. "Erasing your intelligence is not entirely impossible!"
As soon as Lin Feng said this, everyone present dared not utter a sound.
Especially the Yae Miko on Lin Feng's shoulder, with their foxy eyes, couldn't help but tremble slightly.
She knew full well the credibility of Lin Feng's words.
If Lin Feng wants to, not only the eleven Harbinger, but even she has to do as Lin Feng says.
Seeing the Scaramouche realize what was happening and their eyes had become more innocent, Lin Feng snorted and said, "Go back."
The moment Lin Feng finished speaking, the Scaramouche regained control of their bodies.
"... Yes, Your Highness."
After the Scaramouche and the Shouki no Kami, the Prodigal left.
Lin Feng looked at Wang Yuanyuan, and said, "Wang Yuanyuan, take me to see your Temple Master. I also have some things I need to talk to your Temple Master about."
Although the matter of the Demon Race has been resolved, Lin Feng is extremely dissatisfied with the Warrior Temple's decision to leave Lin Xiaoxiao to guard the First Battlefield alone.
The Warrior Temple must give him an explanation today.
If I hadn't arrived in time, Lin Xiaoxiao would probably have died at the hands of the Demon Race today.
Hearing Lin Feng's tone, Wang Yuanyuan could clearly sense Lin Feng's displeasure.
However, she subconsciously assumed that Lin Feng was angry with the soldiers who had just Scaramouche, so she didn't think much of it.
He nodded and said, "Commander Lin, please come with me."
Following that, Lin Feng and the others, led by Wang Yuanyuan, headed to the Warrior Temple.
Inside the Warrior Temple command room.
As soon as Lin Feng and his group arrived, their old acquaintance, the dignified Director Kuang, rushed forward.
"Lin Feng, it really is you! I was wondering who had such great ability to turn the tide of battle all by themselves."
"Come, let me introduce you. This is Qiu Yonghao, the Temple Master of our Warrior Temple."
Ren Wokuang pointed to Qiu Yonghao, who was wearing armor, had a strong physique, and looked to be the same age Ren Wokuang.