Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

After the portal was closed, Zheng Shanao was silent for a moment as he looked at Lin Xiwen, whose limbs were crippled on the ground and had no ability to fight, and then a stern look and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He didn't say a word, but Lin Xiwen on the ground was scared to death: "Master! Master, I was wrong! There will be no next time!"

"You really don't have a next time." Zheng Shanao nodded and took out a belt: "I won't let you have a next time, and Master Lin won't allow you to have a next time either. Just go with peace of mind."

"Master! Master!" Lin Xiwen was twisting on the ground, pleading. Zheng Shanao was unmoved and tied the belt around his neck, tightening it continuously.

As people get older, their spirits fade away, so much so that before his death, his good apprentice remembered that his master was also a ruthless person when he was young.

Unfortunately, he remembered it a little too late.

...

The biological force field can block the transmission of sound under control, but Lincoln did not do this.

So when gunshots were heard loudly in the courtyard, the warlord outside naturally realized that Lin Xiwen had broken down.

He did not regret the death of his adjutant Lin Xiwen, but he felt a little angry, annoyed that he was beaten in the face.

With a cold look on his face, he gave instructions to his men. With a clicking sound, the large army loaded their bullets and prepared their artillery shells, waiting for the governor's order to turn the entire yard into rubble.

"Fire one shot first." The warlord said coldly: "Blow up that courtyard wall for me!"

"As you command!"

The artillery officer accepted the order, turned around and walked towards the artillery position. After a while...

boom!

The roar of the artillery shells shook the ground, a shock wave spread, and along with the sound of gunpowder explosions, the walls of Lincoln's courtyard were blown into pieces.

The courtyard wall could not stop the cannonballs that could collapse the city walls. With the crashing sound, a long section of the courtyard wall fell down. Everyone saw Lincoln in the courtyard and the old tree with figures hanging on it.

The soldiers couldn't see clearly what Lincoln looked like, but they could clearly see the old tree with scattered figures.

A gust of wind blew by, and the black shadow hanging by the chain swayed, giving the impression of a cold air coming from the soldier's back.

What era is it now? The Republic of China!

Even the 21st world in the future will not be able to completely get rid of feudal superstition, let alone this is an era of disaster.

Even though the current army of warlords is neat and orderly, as if all of them are elites, most of them still believe in gods and ghosts.

At this moment, when I suddenly saw the old tree with a terrifying atmosphere, I was filled with mystery and fear in an instant!

If it weren't for the presence of the top boss, the Overseer, I'm afraid there would be a direct mutiny the next moment.

Even though the big boss is here now, there are some noisy voices in the army.

When the mutiny behind him and the figure hanging on the old tree in the distance made the warlord look ugly, at this time, he was already convinced that the information Lin Xiwen gave him was correct.

And counting the time from the start of the gunfire to now, Lincoln was obviously more difficult to deal with than he thought.

Beat him down? Recruit him? Conquer him?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through the Overseer's mind, but when he raised his telescope and looked at Lincoln, he gave up these thoughts, turned around and walked towards the back of the large army: "Fire and bury him."

"Yes! Attention, all troops, open fire!"

Bang bang bang!

Boom boom boom!

The sound of bullets shooting and the roar of artillery exploded in this empty land.

In just a moment, the overwhelming bullets were like a dense rain, and the shells about the size of the head exploded one after another in the already small courtyard.

The raging shock wave rolled up the flames and danced like a wild snake, forming a heavy heat wave and attacking Lincoln.

This brutal attack was enough to twist the steel, but when it approached Lincoln, it stopped just one centimeter away, as if it were two different times and spaces.

Whether it's yellow bullets or broken fragments, or invisible shock waves and restless flames, no attack can break through the invisible line of defense.

It was as if a layer of transparent Adamantium alloy stood in front of Lincoln, and all worldly attacks were ineffective in front of him.

Amidst the tremors and roars like an earth dragon turning over, the originally clean and tidy yard had long since collapsed. Flames, dust, and gunpowder smoke enveloped the ruins, making it difficult to see what was happening inside.

Soldiers use roaring guns and artillery to suppress the fear in their hearts, while warlords use it as a way to vent their anger and establish their dignity.

When the round of bombardment was completed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the land shrouded in gray-black smoke.

They felt that even those Taoist priests who had supernatural powers should be bombarded to pieces again. How could a human body be compared to guns, gunpowder!

But suddenly, a cold feeling came.

They couldn't help but tremble, and then they saw a scene they would never forget.

The low temperature that was about to freeze the world swept across, and the smoke particles that filled the air were frozen in an instant and fell to the ground. The flames were extinguished, and the broken residue was covered with ice crystals.

With a cold breath, the muddy world was clarified.

Looking at the figure walking out of the icy world, everyone was stunned. They were trembling all over. Even the spear in their hands could not bring them the slightest sense of security.

There was a pop. I don’t know who took the lead first. One soldier knelt down, then the second, and the third...

In this age where superstition has not yet been eradicated, Lincoln, who showed miraculous power, was like a living god to them.

Perhaps the desperate warlord has the courage to take action against the gods, but there are also many warlord soldiers who do not have the courage.

Some people knelt down, but some did not, especially the warlord on horseback, who was even more conspicuous.

Looking at the dense crowd around him, Lincoln showed a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth, and a glimmer of red appeared in his eyes: "What a pity, you gave up your last chance."

What does it mean?

The soldiers who heard Lincoln's voice showed a trace of doubt in their eyes, and the next moment, the red laser light swept across.

Zhila!

In the face of temperatures of thousands of degrees, any flesh and blood is so fragile. Lincoln just looked around and completed an indiscriminate killing.

Except for those who laid down their weapons and knelt down to surrender, no one could stand on the ground and speak.

The smell of coke stimulated the nerves of those who were still alive. They began to vomit and became incontinent, but no one dared to look up at Lincoln, except for the Overseer who was riding on horseback and only had his legs cut off.

The high-temperature laser hurt him, but it also saved him.

Wounds burned by high temperatures will not become inflamed and no blood will flow out.

Holding the broken leg, the warlord was sweating all over his body. He looked up at Lincoln with a pale face, and there was uncontrollable fear in his eyes: "You, you are a human or a ghost!"

"A meaningless question." Lincoln looked down at him, and the red light emerged again: "The dead don't need to know so much."

"No!" The governor's face changed drastically: "You can't kill me. My superior officer is Zhang Lin. If you kill me, you won't survive!"

"Do I care?" Lincoln chuckled and fired the laser.

There was a charred body on the ground, and Lincoln turned his head: "From today on, everyone must listen to me."