Chapter 114: How can he be worse than Seiya?

The three demon hunters said nothing; they still remembered the disastrous defeat in Manada Valley, and they remembered how fast the little demon warlock in front of them cast spells. If they wanted to defeat their opponent, they had to be faster than him.

Reso was the fastest and his attack speed was also the fastest. The moment he rushed into the protective shield, he threw out the last bomb on his body. However, it was not the magic-blocking metal used to deal with warlocks as common sense would say, but the "North Wind".

The demon hunters personally listened to the entire process of Viscount Aiden's interrogation of the bandit gang, and also learned that Reina's use of the stun bomb was ineffective. So they used fireflies and foehn in a new tactic, trying to use physical methods to achieve the effects of stun, imbalance and magic blocking similar to stun.

As a result, Lin You acted as if nothing had happened, which made Lei Suo feel disappointed.

However, the "battle" had already come to this point, and the witchers had no choice but to fight on; it was as if they had clearly missed the opportunity to cooperate with the Imperial Warlocks, but had to blow up the ground to carry out the original raid plan.

The Nilfgaard Empire does not keep idle people, especially demon hunters. In order to revive the Viper School, Letho decided to give it a try and threw out the last North Wind.

It’s a pity that no matter how fast they are, Lin You is faster than them.

The North Wind Bomb flashed across the gallows and flew into the air in the blink of an eye; the green light shield opened a crack just in time and sent the bomb to the outer layer.

The icy cold air spread with the explosion, condensing into an ice wall out of thin air, and then fell down because there was no force point, like a heavy snowfall.

What was faster than the Beifeng bomb was Lin You himself; when the demon hunter still had the afterimage of the boy standing there in his eyes, the opponent's fist had already hit him on the bridge of the nose.

A "crack" was the last sound Reso heard before he fell into a coma. With his last bit of consciousness, he realized that his nose was broken - just by a punch.

If Reso was knocked to the ground with one blow, the other two would naturally be doomed; they fell unconscious almost at the same speed as Reso, and even when the three of them fell to the ground, they didn't even have time to hear the sound of the Beifeng bomb exploding.

Lin You shook his hands to relieve the discomfort in his metacarpophalangeal joints. "It was my first time using it, and I didn't get the angle of force right. It hurt a little bit."

"If they knew you were using them for adaptive training, they would be even more upset." Odim said in a deep voice, "The power of the Saint Seiya world. It's a pity that I don't have the chance to visit that world. A world where new gods can be born."

"There's a chance. The story of Saint Seiya has been integrated into the big world, and this power system will eventually revive." The boy said a few words of "comfort" nonchalantly, but his attention was all on relaxing the joints of his hands and feet.

"It is estimated that the senior commanders who did not show up are all in the Senate, no more than a thousand feet away from the gallows, which is equivalent to three hundred and forty meters... What is the speed of sound in the air?"

Lin You muttered to himself, ready to "start running"; he was going to meet with the commander of the opposite side and maybe even have a fight.

Because of the battle of magic, the chaotic magic around the Millennium Square is extremely chaotic and violent. Even if the magic attributes are different, using "Apparition" is still a high-risk choice.

Since magic can't be used, then we have to activate another rarely used ability - the Saint Seiya's Cosmo.

"By the way, what is the average speed of the Bronze Saints? It seems to be exactly the speed of sound?" Lin You couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the answer.

The Senate is 340 meters away from the gallows. The speed of the Bronze Saint can reach the speed of sound, which is exactly 340 meters per second.

"If my microcosm has grown to the bronze level, then it will only take me... one second to reach my destination?"

Lin You suddenly exerted force on his feet and kicked the gallows. The oak floor of the gallows was shattered into pieces, wood chips were splashed everywhere, and a one-foot square hole was kicked out on the spot. The violent friction between the human body, clothes and air made a dull sound like thunder and drums; an afterimage that was difficult for the human eye to capture swept across the entire square and landed in front of the Senate with the force of thunder.

The human figure arrived first, followed by the strong wind; smoke and dust rolled back along the way, and sand and rocks flew everywhere.

After all, it was his first time using it, and Lin You took some effort to steady himself so as not to make a fool of himself by failing to stop the car.

Looking up, I saw twelve marble columns that required several people to hug together supporting the tall front porch of the Senate; under the shadow of the stone columns, a group of people gathered together, looking at the Millennium Square from afar.

This group of people included soldiers in helmets and armor, and civil servants in long robes and brocade clothes. They were all decorated with gold and silver from head to toe, and looked luxurious and gorgeous.

The person gathered in the middle was a middle-aged man in his forties. Lin You recognized this man's face at a glance.

That was the face seen through Legilimency from Viscount Aiden's memory; this face belonged to the Emperor of Nilfgaard, Emhyr Emreis.

"Your Majesty, for the future of this world, I have an unreasonable request." Lin You was polite and sincere; he brushed the dust off his body and walked up the stairs.

The gate of the Senate is about five or six meters above the ground, with dozens of steps.

The boy came so suddenly that everyone present, including the emperor himself, was a little stunned; finally, a young officer beside the emperor was the first to react.

"He is the sorcerer, the enemy. Protect His Majesty!" The officer's warning did not receive an immediate response, but instead there was a hint of panic all around.

Some of the civil and military officials were cowardly, some were brave; some wanted to advance while others wanted to retreat, and the two types of people inevitably pushed and shoved each other.

The emperor's personal guards stepped forward with weapons in hand to intercept them, but the sorcerer hiding in the dark subconsciously wanted to cast a protective magic to separate the enemies and give priority to protecting the emperor.

As a result, the first ones to run into the protective magic were the diligent guards.

Of course, there were more soldiers rushing over in a hurry from a distance, but they were definitely too late.

The emperor frowned at the chaotic situation, but he did not listen to his subordinates' advice to hide deep in the Senate.

The boy with brisk steps exerted force again. Emperor Emhyr's eyes blurred and he could only hear continuous screams of "Ouch". Looking closely, he saw that all his subordinates, whether brave or cowardly, advancing or retreating, including the warlock who cast the protective magic in time, were lying on the ground in a mess.

Before he comprehended the seventh sense, the microcosm, Pegasus Seiya could throw more than eighty punches per second under normal conditions; Lin You himself has the foundation of a Gold Saint, so his current level cannot be worse than that of the fledgling Seiya, right?
However, the Saint Seiya's fists are a little heavy, and one punch is enough to hit these mortals; if you really hit a person with more than eighty punches, the person will be beaten into a meat paste.

After everyone was knocked down, Lin You stood straight less than three feet in front of the emperor, still in a polite manner: "Please follow me, Your Majesty."

Emhyr secretly clenched his fist several times, his palm was only half an foot away from the dagger at his waist, but he did not dare to reach out and draw the sword.

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