Malin spoke, the whispers of spiritual energy echoing in everyone’s minds. At that moment, Li, the defense officer, was first taken aback and then, with his spiritual talent, kneeled with one knee. Because he realized that his estimation far underestimated Malin’s abilities. ·Soldiers, I am Malin, the one leading you to reclaim this city today. ·You may call me His Highness, but I prefer you call me Mister or Doctor. I am here to help you, so follow me! Go and twist those Chaos heads off their necks! Throw their bodies into the holy bonfire for purification! Erase all evidence of their existence! For Thainan! As soon as Malin finished speaking, the whistle sounded, and Li, the defense officer, was the first to rise. He drew the sword and revolver from his waist, jumped into the trench first: "Soldiers! Forward!" Amidst the shouts of the mountains, soldiers began climbing out of the trench, while the artillerymen behind began to speak. Malin walked onto the trench, watching as the ruins ahead were being ravaged by a rain of steel, as if the entire world was being reconstructed. Malin spotted a firepower point shooting in the distance. In the next second, as Malin approached the firepoint, he strangled the loader supplying the machine gun. At the same time, he looked affectionately at the Type 11 machine gun in the hands of the gunner—ah, the movies of the past showed this often. With a sigh, Malin grabbed a small gnome who was about to stab him with a knife with his left hand. His maternal bloodline made Malin large and strong, such that while grabbing the gnome, this fellow couldn’t stab Malin’s body with the knife, except to stab his arm, only for the knife to break as expected. After strangling the temporarily stunned gnome, Malin kicked the gunner turning around, then grabbed the machine gun and swung the whole gun onto the gunner’s head. He pulled out a Type 14 from the gunner’s body, firing at four Chaos Folk rushing at him desperately. After killing three, the Type 14 also jammed as expected. The last Chaos Folk happily shrieked and charged at Malin with a bayonet-loaded rifle—when Malin pulled the trigger, this guy hesitated for a moment. But happiness didn’t last a second, as a hunk once called a Type 14 metal chunk slammed through the sound barrier and hit his face, and the next moment, his head became a historic term as the Chaos fell to the ground. Malin picked up the Type 11 machine gun, found the barrel bent, so he flung it away like a stick. It flew out, breaking the waist of a Chaos Folk just emerging from a trench for counter-impact, and directly shattered half the body of another Chaos Spawn. Malin squinted, as the half-bodied Chaos Spawn began to reforge itself in the holy flame, and when this Chaos Spawn burst into flames, the nearby Chaos Folk were ignited. The smell of protein was nauseating once again, but Malin was long used to it—on the battlefield of the Northern Kingdom, the extensive use of flamethrowers long accustomed Malin to the smell of burning flesh. Meanwhile, Thainan soldiers had already crushed over—during bayonet fights with Chaos Folk, they first emptied the bullets of their semi-automatic weapons, then used their advantage to crush the few remaining Chaos Folk. "How many died! How many died!" Li, the defense officer, urged the soldiers to advance the frontline while anxiously asking the officer behind. "Seven, eleven were taken down by machine guns, four could survive." The medic noticed the machine gun firepoint: "I thought at least a platoon would die, was it Malin with Lady Quyi who eliminated two machine gun points? That’s great." Only then did Malin notice the wicked Meng Quyi coming over with several Chaos Folk heads. "Didn’t I tell you not to come up?" "They can’t hit me anyway." The couple’s conversation ended there, Malin opened a portal to the semi-plane, kicking this girl over, then closed the door. Raising his head, Malin, hearing the sound of the Type 11 machine gun, picked up a Chaos Folk war blade and walked into the portal. The next second, appearing behind the firepoint, Malin raised his hand, unleashing a Flame Burst Spell into the firepoint, igniting grenades, exploding ignited Chaos Folk into sky-dancing shapes. Dropping the war blade, the World Tree sapling caught it, and the eighteen-legged branches wielding blades charged into the Chaos Folk ranks reinforcing up. Mana was undeniably far more powerful than Malin the novice—because this fellow swung blades dismembering every Chaos Folk ahead. Here Malin was raising his hand, erecting a force-field wall, blocking all incoming bullets for its master. With a wave, bullets returned the way they came, and most Chaos Folk before Malin fell. Turning around, Blood Roar withdrawn by Malin from the semi-plane rejoiced, for its master finally remembered it, and it fulfilled its wish, thrusting its razor-sharp axe blade into the skull of a twisted Chaos creature. Malin kicked aside the dead creature, turned around, nodding at the distant standing Chaos Folk. Seeing this fellow being burly and muscular, unlike ordinary Chaos big heads, he must be a terror champion—a Chaos Chosen Champion—that’s why Malin didn’t draw the Terrifying Father’s Sword; otherwise, granting ’blessings’ to all Chaos Folk wouldn’t be fun. Chaos whispers echoed around Malin, this fellow charged with a knife, leaping as Malin turned aside, seeing him drop the knife and kneeling before Malin, Malin raised the big axe and chopped off this Chaos’s head. Li, the defense officer, who caught the rolling head by his feet, was speechless. "Consider this your welcoming gift." Malin smiled, then turned to strangle another champion trying to sneak attack, a tiny Chaos Assassin: "What’s the figure for this one’s head." After strangling this thing, Malin asked Li, the defense officer. "Very expensive." Li answered truthfully: "Because it’s a seller’s market." "Then keep this head, use it to subsidize all the bereaved families of the deceased." Malin finished, turning and throwing the battle axe, Blood Roar laughing wildly soaring over three hundred yards, just right knocking off the fleeing Chaos Champion’s head. Soldiers passed this area, and Malin looked upwards at Salis, who had confirmed a new position for him. "I’m moving forward." Saying goodbye to Li, the defense officer, Malin fell back, entering the portal emerging in mid-air. Blood Roar already flew back into Malin’s hand, descending from the sky Malin thrust Blood Roar into the head of the Great Chaos Demon facing away, wings spread, battling fiercely with three human legendary beings, unaware of an aerial ambush—Malin concealed his aura, heart aimed, hand seized opportunity with ease. After dismembering this Great Demon, Malin turned, hand outstretched, a confused Chaos Sorcerer about whether to continue using spell formations to sneak attack humans or directly turn away, discovered it couldn’t escape—because it floated over, its slender neck falling into Malin’s widened tiger mouth. Directly extracting this sorcerer’s head along with its spine from this Chaos shell, Malin tossed the head into the hands of the approaching legendary: "Sorry to snatch your monster, here’s my small gift." "Your Highness, you’re most generous, even us three weren’t quite sure we could kill it." Their leader, a middle-aged woman, smiled and bowed to Malin: "Thank you, Your Highness Malin." "I said, no need to thank me, also, going ahead now." As Malin spoke, he eagerly hurried into the portal—the sound of the Type 11 machine gun rang again. And stopped after a few bursts. Salis indicated it jammed. Hahaha, exiting the portal Malin laughed, while using the big knife just taken from the Great Demon, chopped both the gunner and the loader into firewood together.