Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 124 Come on, let's turn Newcastle into ruins!

Muller's gaze returned to Hex, the last trace of relief in his eyes completely fading away.

"It seems there is no room for negotiation between us."

Hextech's lips curled into a cold smile.

He casually picked up a brick or stone from the ground and flung it out.

The bricks and stones shattered on the barrier in front of Muller.

"Never."

"I'm standing here today only to take your dog's life!"

Before he could finish speaking, Hextech leaped into the air, his fist aimed straight at his opponent, brimming with killing intent.

Boom boom boom!

A violent force exploded wildly in mid-air.

Hextech launched a fierce attack, but he could not break through the repulsive force field in front of Muller.

The most terrifying aspect of this defense is that the closer the distance, the stronger the repulsive force, and the slower Hextech's punches become. With Hextech's current attack power of over sixty, it's impossible for him to break through this repulsive field.

Muller was not like Rothschild, an incompetent rookie who had never dealt with demonic invasions and had no practical experience.

He was a veteran of countless battles, experienced and shrewd. He hovered close to the ground, as stable as a rock, and his repulsive field was highly developed, covering his entire body like a tortoise shell, making it very difficult to break through.

The key is that not only is his turtle shell hard, but he also has a variety of attack methods. He can raise his hand to create a repulsive force field, which will repeatedly send Hex flying when he attacks at close range. At the same time, he can use the repulsive force field to deflect bricks and cars that will crash into Hex.

Most importantly, he can fly and control the initiative on the battlefield, which is equivalent to being invincible.

But at this moment, the battle is no longer a one-on-one affair.

Ada joined the battle.

She did not inherit the sacred talisman, but she underwent extensive modifications using advanced technology from the United Front.

Their reaction speed, physical strength, and endurance far surpass those of ordinary humans.

More importantly, she remained calm.

They are extremely adept at using terrain and special items in combat.

The repulsion field has unparalleled defensive power, but it has a fatal weakness.

The force field can only provide close-range coverage and defense; outside of it, there are absolutely no means of interference.

To prevent Hex from engaging in close combat, Muller had no choice but to compress all his force fields and confine them to a three-foot radius around him.

The entire battlefield just three feet away became Ada's firing range.

Muller was preparing to unleash a repulsive force explosion to throw Hex away further.

However, a specially made prop suddenly flew through the air.

"Ridiculous!" Muller sneered.

Just as the repulsion field touched the item, bang!

The props suddenly exploded.

The bright light pierced his eyes instantly, and Muller felt a sharp pain in both eyes. He instinctively covered his eyes and cried out in pain.

"Aaaaaah, my eyes!"

Taking advantage of this brief opening, Hex suddenly leaped into the air and slammed a vicious whip kick into Muller's force field barrier.

boom!

The kick was powerful and caught Müller off guard.

He didn't have time to mobilize the repulsive force of the entire area, and his body was kicked so hard that he almost fell directly from the sky.

In the critical moment, he immediately contracted and gathered his force field, forcibly increasing its intensity to stabilize his body.

Repulsion fields can block all physical attacks, as well as most forms of sorcery.

However, it has a fatal flaw: it cannot defend against light and gas weapons.

After all, Muller needs to see the outside world and breathe; he cannot reject all external factors.

Once he needs the outside world, then there will be a weakness.

The United Front and the Church Federation have been at war for centuries, and have long since figured out the shortcomings of each denomination's sacred abilities.

Ada didn't get close; instead, she raised her rifle and kept pulling the trigger at Muller.

Although the bullets could not penetrate the force field, they exploded upon impact, releasing large plumes of peculiar smoke that slowly enveloped the air.

Muller had just been blinded by a flashbang, and his vision was in disarray, so he couldn't detect anything unusual immediately.

The moment he inhaled the smoke, he immediately realized something was wrong.

"Poisonous!" He forced open his stinging, bloodshot eyes, unable to maintain his previous arrogance and composure any longer. He immediately straightened up, trying to escape the smoke.

"It's just a small amount of anesthetic; it won't kill anyone."

Ida stood atop the high-rise building and chuckled softly.

Muller, enraged, slammed his palm down on the building where Ida was hiding.

Boom!

The entire building was sheared in half by the force field, and the rubble and steel bars collapsed with a roar.

But Ida had already dodged ahead of time.

Completely enraged, Muller fixed his gaze on Ida, who was constantly weaving and dodging between buildings, and bombarded her with repulsive force, clearly showing his extreme hatred for her.

While he was doing everything he could to keep Ada occupied, he completely ignored another deadly threat.

On the other side of the high-rise building, Hex quietly climbed up.

He leaped into the air, plummeted from a great height, clasped his hands together to gather strength, and delivered a powerful chop to Muller's neck!

The guillotine strikes!

Bang!

A deafening roar!

If Muller hadn't clung tightly to his body, maintaining a basic repulsive force field, this blow would have definitely shattered his skull and smashed it into his chest cavity.

Even so, this heavy blow slammed Muller, who was floating in the air, down to the ground.

The moment Hextech landed, he charged forward, intending to take advantage of his weakened state and end the battle completely.

But just then!

Crackling sounds!

A sudden burst of gunfire erupted!

Hundreds of bullets instantly covered the entire area!

The church's reinforcements have finally arrived!

Hundreds of paladins led the charge, and a massive number of city defense troops poured into the streets, with countless machine guns firing wildly at Hex.

In the distance, two main battle tanks slowly approached, their cannons locking onto the battlefield.

They completely ignored residential areas and launched indiscriminate bombing raids, regardless of whether the enemy was friendly or not.

The surrounding buildings were instantly reduced to rubble, with debris and ruins flying everywhere.

Müller breathed a long sigh of relief after landing safely. He retreated behind the soldiers' defensive line, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

"Kill him! Kill him!" He had completely lost his previous composure.

The gunfire never stopped.

Amidst a hail of bullets and artillery fire, a figure bravely withstood the intense barrage and steadily moved against the flow of power.

Ordinary bullets only leave white marks when they hit Hextech; they can't penetrate its defenses at all.

However, large-caliber machine gun bullets, rifle armor-piercing bullets, and tank artillery can still inflict real damage on him.

The continuous artillery fire left his body a bloody mess, covered in wounds and stained with blood, making him look like a blood-soaked figure.

But he didn't retreat an inch, moving forward resolutely, like a rebel going against the flames.

The soldiers at the front were completely stunned, their hearts filled with utter horror.

monster!

This is simply an inhuman monster!

Bullets can't kill him, cannonballs can't kill him.

"You demon!!"

Faced with this incomprehensible and invincible terror, the fear deep within humanity's genes can instantly devour reason.

However, at times like these, only unwavering faith and willpower can restrain genetic instincts and stabilize the defenses.

The Kotattel family has long relied on power to manipulate and enslave soldiers.

These crusaders and city defenders never had true faith, nor the will to fight to the death.

Seeing Hextech fighting bravely against gunfire and bloodshed, a large number of soldiers completely broke down.

Some people threw down their weapons and ran for their lives.

Some people lay on the ground, wailing and begging for God's protection.

The battle line was suddenly empty.

Muller's eyelids twitched violently, and he roared furiously, "Hold on! Don't back down!"

"Whoever retreats dies!!"

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm, instantly crushing the two deserters into bloody foam with the force of the blow.

The bloody deterrent only made the remaining soldiers more terrified.

More and more people abandoned their weapons and scattered, causing the firepower of the entire defensive line to plummet by more than half in an instant.

Hex seized the opportunity, leaped into the air, landed heavily, and charged directly into the soldiers' encirclement.

What followed was a brutal massacre that was predictable.

These elite crusaders couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

With a single punch, several people were instantly blasted into a bloody mist.

With a single sweeping kick, a row of soldiers suffered broken bones and were killed instantly.

The two remaining tanks were still trying to turn their guns around to provide support.

However, tanks of that era only had observation and aiming ports, and their turrets rotated very slowly, making them unable to keep up with the movements of Hextech.

Hextech dodged left and right, leaping into the air and kicking the sturdy cannon barrel, bending it directly.

The shell, poised to fire, was instantly jammed inside the muzzle.

The next second, a loud bang!

The tank turret was blown to pieces on the spot!

As the smoke cleared, only a dozen or so survivors remained on the battlefield, along with Muller, his face ashen, hiding behind them.

His eyes were still stinging and bloodshot, and his lungs were burning with excruciating pain.

This is clearly not an anesthetic.

It's poison!

The weakened Müller had already begun to consider retreating and was secretly preparing to escape.

Hextech saw through his thoughts, spat out the blood and foam in his mouth, looked at his disheveled appearance, and mocked him.

"This is the Tuttle family?"

"Abandoning your followers and fleeing for your life alone, what's the difference between you and a stray dog?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the towering buildings in the distance.

"Run! Let them all see!"

At this moment, countless civilians were hiding between the buildings, holding their breath and watching the battle unfold.

Muller's steps, which were turning to flee, suddenly halted.

"You know perfectly well what's going on in your head," Hextech sneered.

"Everyone saw how weak and disheveled you looked."

"From now on, they will have no respect for you whatsoever."

"Deep in my heart lies only a long-suppressed hatred."

"You always say the people are stupid."

"I admit they are blindly obedient and cowardly."

"But they also understand reality; they obeyed you before only because you were strong."

"But when they see that you can also get hurt, feel pain, and run away..."

"They will then fully understand that you are not an omnipotent god."

"You're an old man in your sixties, you don't have many years left to live!"

"You're just a human being who appears tough on the surface!"

"When a person is killed, they die!"

Muller-Tatter knew better than anyone that he absolutely could not back down, much less run away.

If he shows weakness and turns to run away, then all levels of Newcastle, which he has oppressed for decades, will be in turmoil.

They will find that Muller-Tattle is not as ruthless and tough as he seems.

He too can get hurt, bleed, and fear death.

His crusaders and city defenders appeared formidable, but in reality, they were all show and no substance.

When faced with a truly formidable enemy, this group would simply throw down their weapons and scatter in all directions.

If he reveals even the slightest flaw, countless hidden ambitious individuals will swarm in, seize his weaknesses, and tear his rule apart.

He cannot lose, nor can he back down.

He finally consolidated his rule over Newcastle, how could he let some unknown Hextech team overthrow him?

Only by decisively eliminating Hextech on the spot can the situation be stabilized and all hidden enemies deterred.

However, Hextech is very strong!

Muller stared at Hextech ahead, his heart filled with apprehension.

This person doesn't have the ranged abilities of a high-level holy talisman; they only know close-quarters combat, and their speed and strength aren't very high either.

They are stronger than ordinary Crusaders, but only to a limited extent.

Logically speaking, he could have killed Hextech in an instant.

But this person's physical body is not human at all; it is an immortal monster.

Such dense artillery fire would severely injure even ordinary demons, forcing them to evade the battle.

Hextech, however, withstood all the firepower and advanced step by step, never retreating.

He simply couldn't understand it; was the other person's body made of cast steel?

Those true demons are nothing special.

The current situation is that Hextech can't break his force field, and he can't see Hextech's life limit either; they're both just scratching each other.

No one can kill anyone.

If this stalemate continues, it will only drain his physical and mental strength, and he will eventually be dragged to his death.

Just as Muller was feeling anxious, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out!

Hextech instantly sensed the danger and dodged to the side, but was still a step too slow.

A holy spear pierced his chest from behind, precisely striking his heart and pinning him firmly to the ground.

Seeing this, Müller finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You've finally come."

A crusader emerged from behind the ruins, but his armor was far more luxurious and elaborate than that of the other crusaders, with Hebrew characters engraved on it.

The visitor was Caringer, the commander of the Newcastle Crusade.

"Old friend, you're really in a sorry state now," Kahnger said.

With a casual wave of his hand, the spear that had pierced Hextech's chest flew back into his hand.

He flicked the gun, shaking off the blood, and casually asked, "This guy's tough, isn't he?"

"Kahnger, be careful," Muller warned in a deep voice.

"He is most likely an artificial saint whose body has been specially enhanced."

"Its vitality is extremely outrageous."

"An artificial saint? Does the United Front really have such a thing?" Kaenger's eyes instantly lit up with intense interest.

Hextech looked down at his pierced chest, his gaze falling on the spear in his opponent's hand.

The gun is covered with ancient Hebrew inscriptions, making it a genuine sacred relic.

Guardian artifacts are extremely effective against demons and heretics, but they emit radiation, making them uncontrollable by ordinary clergy. Relics, on the other hand, do not have this limitation.

"Oh wow, you're still alive? I didn't expect to run into a tough nut like you."

Kahnger tapped his breastplate with his spear, a wild laugh on his face.

"Your vitality is stronger than that of most monsters I have ever seen."

"Come on, fight me and let me see just how strong you really are."

"Is it possible to reach the level of a man-made saint?"

"By the way, this armor of mine is also a relic."

"It's certainly not fair, but this world has never been fair."

Hex coughed up a mouthful of blood and suddenly strode forward.

Its body moved like an out-of-control heavy truck, hurtling straight toward Kahnger.

Kahnger's eyes narrowed, and he instantly met the attack, thrusting his spear straight forward!

Hex gripped the gun tip with his bare hands, and an intense burning sensation instantly engulfed his palm as the smooth gun barrel scraped away large chunks of his flesh.

But he completely ignored the excruciating pain and kicked Kahnger hard in mid-air!

In this world, a typical Crusader's maximum strength is no more than thirty points, and their health points are no more than one thousand.

Hextech's powerful kick only caused Kahnger to sway slightly.

Kahnger swung his gun, and the force instantly slammed Hextech to the ground.

Without pausing, he thrust his spear forward, aiming straight for Hex's head, intending to kill him instantly.

Having undergone countless special training sessions, Hextech is no longer the inexperienced novice it once was.

He raised his hand and used his bone to wedge the spear tip, twisting it to forcefully snatch the spear from Kahnger's hand, and then kicked him hard in the groin.

These are practical combat tips that Benev taught him during special training.

Heavy armor warriors have maximum defense, but they are extremely cumbersome and have very poor endurance in combat.

Once you're knocked down, getting up will require a huge amount of energy, leaving you with a huge opening.

However, Kaeng's armor is a relic, not ordinary heavy armor.

Hextech kicked down, and the surface of the armor instantly lit up with ancient Hebrew script, directly absorbing all the impact energy.

Kahnger thrust out with both knees, slamming them hard into Hextech's face.

Blood gushed out of his nose instantly.

Hextech didn't back down an inch, having long been accustomed to this style of trading blows.

He suddenly bent down, grabbed Kahnger's waist tightly, and with all his might, threw him away!

Since you're going to defend against my punches, then I'll use your own weight to smash you to death!

Kahnger hadn't expected that he would crash into the wall behind him. The thick wall collapsed with a deafening roar, burying him instantly in rubble, making it difficult for him to get up.

Hextech was about to go in and finish off the enemy.

boom!

A violent repulsive force suddenly exploded from behind!

He experienced excruciating back pain, and several vertebrae broke on the spot!

It was Muller-Tattler, who had rested for a while and recovered most of his strength, who made his move again!

Just as Muller seized the opportunity to step forward and try to kill the seriously injured Hex, a barrage of gunfire erupted from the sky!

Ida found the right spot again!

A cloud of red smoke descended, instantly obscuring Muller's entire vision.

Muller immediately expanded his repulsive force domain, forcefully dispersing all the red smoke.

But when the smoke cleared, the view was empty, and Ida was nowhere to be seen.

He was startled and turned around abruptly.

Before he knew it, Ada had landed and tossed a flash grenade in front of him.

A blinding white light exploded instantly!

It's that same trick again!!

Muller's eyes throbbed with pain; he clutched his face and screamed in agony, "Damn it!"

"I will definitely kill you!"

"I will torture you by any means necessary!"

The violent force field continued to crush her, but Ada had already changed positions.

However, looking at the twisted and blackened arm, she whispered, "That's really troublesome."

Just now, she didn't dodge in time and was still hit by the edge of the force field.

Amidst the ruins, Hextech, enduring his severe injuries, managed to get up.

Kahnger, on the other side, also broke free from the wall and slowly stood up.

"You are indeed very strong," Kaenger sneered coldly, "but your power is ultimately limited."

"You can't break my Relic Armor."

"You'll just be worn down to death by me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and hurled the Holy Lance with all his might!

Hextech's alarm bells went off instantly, and he dodged to the side.

But this holy spear was extremely strange; it suddenly bent in mid-air, changed its trajectory, and pierced his heart again with precision, pinning him to the ground once more!

"It's useless," Kahnger said arrogantly.

"This is the Deaththorn Spear left behind by a Paladin Chapter champion."

"Once we strike, we will strike the enemy's heart; it will be a fight to the death."

Damn it, it really is this thing!

In the game, artifacts only add some basic attributes; they don't have such an overpowered effect at all.

Excruciating pain swept through his body, but Hextech's mind raced, clearer than ever before.

He abruptly pulled the holy spear from his chest, tossed it aside, and, ignoring his injuries, charged at full speed toward Kahnger.

"You still dare to approach me first?"

Kaenger chuckled, waved his hand to recall the Holy Lance, and threw it out with all his might once again.

"I'd like to see how many times your heart can be pierced!"

The Holy Lance hurtled through the air, and just as it was about to touch Hextech's skin, Hextech's figure vanished!

Kahnger was momentarily stunned.

The next second, a pair of strong arms grabbed his limbs from behind, locking him firmly in place.

The Holy Lance had lost its target and was frozen in mid-air, but after Hextech appeared, it instantly locked onto its target, pierced through the air, and went straight into Hextech's heart!

A single shot pierced through both front and back!

The Death Thorn Spear pierced through both Hextech and Karnger simultaneously.

Kahnger coughed up blood, his face filled with disbelief.

"You—you cheated—"

"That's called combat intelligence, you idiot."

Hex released his grip and pulled the Holy Lance that had pierced his heart.

Without the support of its wielder, the ancient Hebrew runes on Karnger's artifact armor dimmed and became ineffective.

Newcastle Crusader Commander Caeng fell heavily into the ruins, lifeless.