Super Seminary: New Temple

Chapter 300 It’s time to die

"Well, now that we are here, please show us how to defeat my Shenting Army."

The sarcastic words echoed in the air, neither cold nor indifferent, and the man looked exceptionally calm when he said this.

Melos and the others could hear the mockery in these words, as if they were sneering in the most indifferent tone at their arrogance and their efforts to fight against a powerful enemy with an egg.

"Who? Stop sneaking around! Get out here!"

Mylos was furious. Just now, a tribe member had a negative attitude and even suggested surrendering. If he hadn't killed that person in time, which had a good deterrent effect, the morale would have been weakened. Now that he had finally strengthened his will to fight, someone deliberately made trouble. This was simply a slap in his face in public. He absolutely could not tolerate the dignity of the tribe leader being trampled on again.

Only by finding out the troublemakers and eliminating them one by one can we unite to deal with the Divine Court Army. The notoriety of the Black Winged Angels for their brutality has been circulating in this galaxy. If they hadn't received the help of the demon civilization, they really wouldn't dare to confront them head-on. If this continues, they might lay down their weapons and surrender before the Divine Court Army arrives.

Melos looked around and saw that the tribesmen were whispering and looking at each other to see who was saying this. Melos knew that the person was definitely not among the crowd, so he looked elsewhere and turned to the sky above his head.

Following Melos's gaze, Bolton and the others suddenly realized that the source of the sound was coming from above, not from the ground.

When all eyes were focused on the sky, giants like Melos discovered that at some point, an elegant and exquisite dark throne was floating in the sky.

The space trembled, and a young man walked out from the ripples in the space. He walked straight to the throne and sat down naturally.

With a light smile on his face, the young man pinched his chin with his index finger and thumb, and looked at the strong creature below with interest with his energetic eyes, as if he was examining a group of captive goats.

Now, the goats are getting stronger and stronger, and even want to destroy the fence. It is time for him to slaughter them.

As mentioned before, every warrior of the giant civilization is tall, and in this land, their perspective is usually to look down at other creatures, and all the creatures here look up at them. But at this moment, because the young man was sitting on a throne suspended high in the air, they had to lift their heavy heads and look up at each other. This was their first experience.

As the chief of the tribe, Melos is naturally treated very differently from other tribesmen. All members of the giant civilization must be respectful to him, and he has the power to decide someone's life or death.

Melos felt extremely humiliated when he looked up to others. Anger burned in his heart. As the patriarch, how could he have been treated like this before?

Melos pointed at the young man in the sky and shouted, "Damned Shenhe Body, come down if you dare. You are just a Shenhe Body, so weak, yet you dare to be so arrogant? I will tear you to pieces!"

The young man looked down with disdain. He only felt that Melos's provocation was very interesting. He just treated it as the cry of an animal and did not feel annoyed.

"Oh, you're pretty angry. I guess you're the leader of the giant civilization?"

Sitting contentedly on the throne, the young man looked around carefully. These giants did not dare to speak yet, only he spoke. And judging from the fearful attitude of the people around him towards the six-meter-tall creature, his guess was correct.

"Yes, I am their leader, Mylos!" Mylos was arrogant and didn't take the young man seriously at all. The Shenhe body that suddenly appeared was not even half the height of the prey they hunted, so it was not a threat at all.

What Melos couldn't understand the most was the group of Shenhe types. They were small in stature, only cared about appearance, and their strength was surprisingly weak. Unlike them, they didn't pursue beauty. As long as they could better exert their strength, they would evolve in that direction. Although they looked ugly, their physique was unmatched.

Mylos looked at the young man with contempt and sneered in his heart: "This Shenhe body in front of me is even more handsome than those dark angels I have seen, but what's the use? It's just an embroidered pillow, which looks good but is useless."

If the young man knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh at his ignorance.

The Shenhe body is indeed not as strong as the beast body, but while they pursue the beauty of their body, they also spend more time to stimulate their wisdom. With wisdom, they can upgrade their genes with technology, making each cell in these seemingly ordinary bodies contain endless power, which is far beyond the imagination of the beast body. In this world, even gods are the product of technology.

The young man leaned half of his body lazily on the armrest and said with a playful smile: "Oh. It seems that you big fools, relying on your huge bodies, have a sense of superiority!"

Melos and others below were all furious. No one had ever dared to insult them like this. It was a pity that he was in the air at this time. Otherwise, Melos and others would definitely rush up and smash him to pieces with their sandbag-sized fists.

"You don't know how to live or die. Do you think I can't deal with you when you are in the air?"

Mylos's eyes were fierce and the violent aura on his body became stronger. He was so strong that he lifted a huge rock next to him and smashed it towards the young man in the air.

When other members of the tribe saw that there was such a good idea, they all followed suit. They were unable to lift such a large rock like Melos, so they also picked up the large rocks and threw them into the sky.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, with the domineering power of these little giants, each piece of big stone carries a sharp wind and moves at an extremely fast speed. Usually, these rocks that stand steadily on the ground have become extremely dangerous weapons at this time, with the terrible power of a cannonball.

In an instant, looking around, huge rocks seemed to be flying into the sky like meteors.

Seeing countless boulders pouring down like raindrops, Mylos's mouth curled up, looking even more ferocious and terrifying. He thought that the young man would definitely be knocked down along with the throne, and then he would be able to deal with him properly, but only if he was not smashed into pieces by this attack.

"That throne is beautifully crafted, but it's too small for me to sit on. It would be nice to play with it as a toy. Oh no, so many rocks are thrown into the sky, will it break it?"

Melos had originally wanted to keep the throne and have his people build him a larger version of it, so that he would be more majestic. But now, given the situation, the throne would really be smashed into pieces, which was indeed a pity.

Before he could worry for long, something strange happened at the scene.

hum!
I saw a honeycomb-shaped green light shield forming a sphere, protecting the young man on the throne in all directions. At the same time, an angel with six black wings appeared beside the young man. This light shield was used by him.

Bang, bang, bang, countless huge rocks hit the shield wall of the blue sphere, immediately splashing several ripples. Then the rocks bounced back violently and attacked Melos and others below.

Boom boom! It was as if huge rocks were raining down from the sky. One after another, huge rocks fell on these little giants, smashing them into blood and causing them to scream.

"Ahhhh!"

"Damn it, how come these stones bounced back!"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Ahh, someone help me, my leg is hit!"

The scene was in chaos. These large creatures, which were used to roaming this land, were now fleeing in all directions, constantly emitting miserable and painful screams.

The six-winged dark angel had a cold expression. He was very young, but that did not affect his own judgment. Since these people tried to be disrespectful to his king, he would naturally punish them severely.

The young man's mouth corners slightly raised, his eyes were exceptionally cold, and murderous intent spread through him.

"The Giant Civilization is rebelling and colluding with other civilizations to harm the Divine Court Civilization."

"Now, it's time for you to die."

(End of this chapter)