Chapter 84

"Eh? The young master of the Seles family wasn't killed?"

The Martial Bureau Chief watched through the telescope at that scene of a friendly handshake over there, and felt somewhat surprised.

"Hmph, that kid Kasim is always saying stupid things; perhaps he managed to bluff his way past that assassin."

Marquis Bosier thought of himself, how he had also easily deceived an assassin before; after the surprise rose up, he rapidly became unsurprised again.

"That assassin seems to be leaving, Marquis, do we still need to bombard them with cannons?"

At this time, Broly was already saying goodbye to his new friend.

"Of course bombard them; if a guy like that doesn't die, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well tonight."

As Broly prepared to fly away, cannon fire rang out again from the army.

Ten-odd solid projectiles were fired over, and in an instant formed a covering strike on the area where Broly was.

Firelight submerged that area.

"Broly!"

Kasim Seles widened his eyes.

"Young Master, don't go over, it's dangerous."

When the bombardment sounded, his attendant directly tackled him to the ground, pinning down the young noble who tried to climb up and rush toward the explosion zone.

Smoke and dust billowed; no one believed anyone could survive such an attack; the aristocrats and slave traders in the army flattered Marquis Bosier.

"Thank you, Marquis, for contributing to Borsil City's safety, for eliminating that dangerous assassin for us!"

While they were congratulating each other, the person still holding the telescope observing the situation over there suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Marquis, the assassin, the assassin hasn't died yet; even, he doesn't look injured at all!"

The celebratory voices stopped abruptly; everyone picked up far-seeing tools and looked at the specific situation over there that had been bombarded.

Only to see in the gradually dispersing smoke and dust, a boy with his small face pulled long, most of his clothes blown off, the few remaining cloth scraps burning, a gray-headed dirt-faced appearance, but that was all; it seemed the concentrated cannon bombardment had only achieved the effect of blowing off the other's clothes.

"Marquis, my stomach suddenly hurts a bit, please allow me to go to the toilet."

"Marquis, I suddenly remembered some matters at home that need handling, please allow me to withdraw first."

The aristocrats realizing the situation was bad began finding various reasons preparing to withdraw first.

Joke; that monster over there couldn't even be killed by cannon shells, and now looks like they've angered him; if they don't leave now, are they supposed to stay and wait for death?

"Aino, you are the person I trust most; I believe in your loyalty and strength; so, this place is entrusted to you."

"Marquis, I am your loyal subject; guarding your safety is my duty."

The Martial Bureau Chief said this, also handed over the responsibility of commanding the army to the company-grade officers below, while he himself also prepared to slip away following Marquis Bosier.

The slave traders looked at each other in dismay, but still imitated the Martial Bureau Chief's behavior, one after another expressing willingness to mobilize their personal elites to escort the Marquis in withdrawal together.

"Good, good, good, you are all my loyal retainers!"

Marquis Bosier spoke these words through gritted teeth; he knew perfectly well what this group was thinking — nothing more than wanting to pinch him in their hands.

If that monster catches up and kills people, this bunch would most likely push him out to save their own skins; but now he has no way out either, can only be carried away wrapped up by these loyal retainers.

At this moment Marquis Bosier remembered a true loyal retainer, the former Sires Baron, the other party truly thought for this city, for him.

It was just that the huge profits from permitting human trafficking at the time made him ignore the other party, even tacitly allowed others to join hands and murder that annoying guy.

If the other party were here now, he would probably be like his son, willing to step forward for him, right? 【As long as I can survive, this account, sooner or later I'll settle it!】

......"Those words you just said to me, they weren't lies, right?"

Walking out from the smoke and dust, Broly whose good mood had been blown away asked the young noble looking at him with some surprise and also seemingly a touch of delight.

"The matter of bombarding you has nothing to do with me; this is probably the true Marquis Bosier's idea."

Kasim Seles sighed, hurriedly explaining.

"Good, I believe you."

Broly nodded, still believing the other party; after all, some of the guards by the other's side were also injured by the shelling.

If not for a distance separating them, they would probably have suffered too; judging thus, Broly looked at that army, and green light gradually lit up in his hand.

"Soldiers are just tools that follow orders; the true masterminds are that group withdrawing over there."

Having taken cannon bombardment head-on unscathed, Kasim gained a clear cognition of this new friend's strength; and the other party casually counterattacking to kill those who attacked him clearly wasn't a soft-hearted type either; this matter definitely cannot end well now; but most of those soldiers are just people mixing to earn a living.

Kasim is a smart person; he immediately pointed out the position of the masterminds who commanded the army to attack the other party.

"Understood."

Broly paused a moment, then replied with one sentence, lowering the power of the energy bullet in his hand.

Body floating up, aiming at a troop fleeing behind the army.

Waving his hand, he threw the ping-pong ball sized energy bullet over.

The energy bullet landed, rapidly expanded; a group of people just thinking about how to beg for mercy from the fierce monster if caught up, were submerged by the burst-open energy.

The energy bullet came fast and went fast too; after the rising hot wind blew a pile of people down, the place of the energy explosion only left a basin-shaped pit.

That fleeing group was directly vaporized; let alone corpses, even ashes might not be findable.

Kasim Seles: "..."

Lucky surviving soldiers: "..."

Citizens watching from afar: "..."

"Worthy of the boy I've taken a fancy to!"

Merad waved an arm.

"I've said it, he's the boy shared by me and Akame and the others, nothing to do with you, this guy!"

Esdeath unceremoniously struck her down, her face also flushed red.

This kind of one-versus-army — oh no, power to crush an army — is truly enviable and fascinating.

"Company-grade Officer, do we still attack?"

The company-grade officer pushed out as rear guard opened his mouth, then directly unloaded his service pistol and service saber and threw them on the ground.

"I'm surrendering if we're to attack you."

Although surrendering doesn't guarantee survival, resistance means certain death — this is already beyond doubt; like dominoes, after the officers threw down their weapons and knelt, the other soldiers also threw away their weapons one after another.

At this moment, everyone could feel the thing pressing above their heads — a completely unreasonable destructive power that could easily erase a person from the world, a kind of extremely pure violence.

Broly floated in the sky, looking down just like that at a group of people who had surrendered and were prostrate.

(Chapter End)