Chapter 70 Fatty
The moment the surrounding walls collapsed, the agile group quickly broke through the ice and sprang out.
"Clang..."
A large amount of gravel mixed with ice shards was scattered on the street. Dongfang Qing pulled Erluo and leaped to the top floor.
They observed the situation below from their elevated position, thankfully escaping before the entire street's buildings collapsed even more severely.
Several earth-elemental mages inside the restaurant joined forces to restrain the large area of collapsed walls.
Seeing such a realistic scene, the viewers in the live chat couldn't help but all type question marks.
[Holy crap! This explosion scene, the details?]
[I've wanted to say this for a while now; that dead person just now looked like they were really dead.]
[Wait, what kind of company is so rich?]
...
The two people on the rooftop were silently observing the situation below, where the battle between the two mages was still ongoing.
"Such reckless behavior... If these two get caught by the Vatican, they'll definitely get a beating." Elro patted the dust off his clothes and rubbed his face.
"Aren't you curious about what they were saying just now?" Dongfang Qing took a bite of a candied hawthorn and licked the sugar stains from the corner of his mouth.
He shook his head violently and wiped away his cold sweat: "I'm not curious. I'm not curious at all about the affairs of you nobles."
"Oh…"
He rolled his eyes at him, and Dongfang Qing's gaze drifted to a figure running wildly down the street in the distance.
Dongfang Qing's main purpose in appearing before the audience under the identity of Dongfang Qing was to make an impression.
Having integrated the world's destiny, He even specially configured the main character group's lineup.
— Two magic warriors, one magician, and one tank.
At this moment, He narrowed His eyes slightly, watching with great interest the figure that was gradually approaching the street.
"The second member of the main character group is coming. According to the setting, he should be the one who shamelessly begs to join the group as soon as he sees the main character."
Savoring the sweet and sour flavor that exploded on his tongue, Dongfang Qing's gaze became increasingly sharp.
Elro scratched his head in surprise, looking at Him with a puzzled expression: "Speaking of which, what are you looking at? Your gaze has been fixed on me ever since..."
"Nothing, I was just curious if anyone could arrive faster than the Holy Armor Priests." He chewed lightly, giving Elro a perfunctory reply.
His brow furrowed suddenly, and Elro looked surprised: "Who cares about the affairs of nobles? How could there possibly be anything more—"
His words came to an abrupt halt as the ground trembled. Following the direction of the vibration, he glimpsed a fat man approaching from the end of the street.
He was wearing light leather armor, and one hand was gripping the handle of an iron chain on his chest, while a huge meteor hammer was constantly pounding his back.
His chubby body made every step he took seem particularly heavy, and his short black mushroom hair was shaking wildly with his movements.
He narrowed his eyes, his golden pupils gazing at the two mages still locked in fierce combat on either side.
"Hey! I don't care what grudges you two have, but please don't fight here." He roared before he even got close.
"duang~"
With a powerful thrust of his legs, the fat all over his body jiggled, and his massive frame instantly soared into the air, plummeting towards the two of them.
"You fat bastard, mind your own business!"
After cursing, the gray-haired man slammed his staff into the ground, and countless enormous hands rose up from the ground, slapping down towards the fat man in the air.
"bump…!"
Two hands, like swatting a fly, sandwiched the fat man between them and slapped him hard.
The imagined carnage didn't happen; the fat man simply swung his meteor hammer and instantly shattered the countless attacking hands.
The enormous ice spike followed closely behind, but the fat man merely smiled contemptuously, loosened his belt around his stomach, and smashed it to pieces.
"You look like you haven't eaten..."
"Thump..."
He grinned and laughed loudly, sniffed, twirled the meteor hammer in his hand, and with a sudden movement of his waist and hips, flung it out.
"bump--!"
The massive meteor hammer chain extended rapidly and slammed heavily in front of the two men who were engaged in fierce combat.
The aftershock instantly blasted a large crater in the ground, and a large number of sharp metal spikes rose from the ground, instantly severely injuring the two people who were fighting fiercely.
"Aaaaaah—!"
"Mount Tai pressing down!"
Amidst the groans, the fat man didn't let the gray-haired man go either. After adjusting his posture, he sat down on the man's face.
"bump--!"
Amidst the billowing dust, the man was instantly buried in the ground, only able to utter soft whimpers.
"Well…"
The fat man shifted his position, wiggling his hips, and slowly retracted his meteor hammer.
"I really don't understand you nobles. You have no worries about food and drink, so why do you always have to look at little girls?"
"You...you dare..." With both hands exerting force, the gray-haired man stubbornly tried to move the fat man off his head.
"What do you mean, 'you'?"
"Smack—!"
The fat man glared at him without any politeness, grabbed his hair with both hands, lifted him up, and slapped him hard twice across the face.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but the gray-haired man remained defiant: "Ahhh! You lowly commoner, I'm Constance's nephew... You dare to..."
"Slap!" Seeing that the man had repeatedly failed to learn his lesson, the fat man raised his hand and slapped him again.
Looking around, the fat man sighed dejectedly, "Sigh, really... I was just thinking of having a meal, but I've completely lost my appetite."
"Tap tap tap..."
As the ground trembled again, a large number of members of the Holy Armored Priests, dressed in platinum cloaks, arrived at the scene.
The leader's tall stature immediately caused everyone to gasp. He swept his cold gaze around.
Upon seeing this, the surrounding crowd immediately rushed forward to report the situation, while the fat man tossed the gray-haired man aside.
He patted his behind and turned to leave: "The Holy Armor Priests are here. You go and have some fun in the Tribunal. I'm leaving. I won't bother you anymore."
"How dare you..." The gray-haired man wanted to say something, but he was instantly overwhelmed by the sudden pressure and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Throw away your staff! Raise both hands behind your head!"
Shut your mouth!
The leader of the priesthood tensed his jaw and glared at him fiercely. The pressure unique to archmages made him tremble.
"take away!"
Several soldiers rushed forward and pinned him down. After ending the farce, the leading general brandished his whip, ready to continue advancing.
"That guy is...? Such a powerful aura..." Elro swallowed hard, feeling a sudden difficulty breathing.
While calmly munching on his candied hawthorn, Dongfang Qing explained, "He is the leader of the 2nd Holy Armor Priest Regiment, and also a seventh-tier Grand Magister—General Qiongxiao."
As He finished speaking, the fat man immediately stood in front of the leading general.
Despite being drenched in cold sweat, he straightened his back and coldly questioned, "Hey... you're just going to leave like this? What about the damaged buildings?"
The whip-whipping motion suddenly stopped, and the golden armor made a crisp sound as the movement gradually slowed down