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Life was like that—you never knew what the next bite would taste like.

Lu PingAn was rather happy about it. Every day brought a new flavor, but the "unlucky ones" suffering under his torment probably felt differently.

A knight in Silver Armor stood in the middle of the square, casually swinging a massive log in one hand. Flames swirled around him, simulating the heat of hell.

Boom!

The flames he casually hurled out were like incendiary artillery shells, each blast engulfing a wide area.

The sturdy paving stones seemed as fragile as tofu before the flames and explosions. War Machine alone was taking on twenty opponents.

Boom!

Someone fired back? The silver giant tilted his head and pointed at his own helmet, signaling for them to aim there.

Rumble!

But before the brave warriors could muster the courage to challenge the Demon King, another wave of heat rolled in. Accompanied by the strange announcement of "Fire Wall Fire Wall" from the square's loudspeakers, it completely cut off their avenues of escape.

Boom!

Another simple, direct explosion struck its target head-on.

This time, several unlucky ones were sent flying by the shockwave.

The ground was already a "mountain of corpses and sea of blood." One powerless young person after another crawled or staggered away, trying to evade him, but the silver knight merely approached in silence and raised a finger.

Buzz!

Golden flames rose into the air like a sun. That scorching "sun" brought both heat and death.

"...That's enough!"

"That's about enough!"

At last, the onlookers could no longer bear to watch and called a halt to the one-against-many bullying.

"...You people..."

Yet the knight seemed to have no intention of stopping. He turned his head, and firelight overflowed from the armor's twin eye slits.

"...You're spoiling them far too