Seeing that the other party did not obey the order, the commander gave the order to shoot. Suddenly the gunfire rang out and bullets sprayed like rain on the man.

But he still arrived at the gate of the Louvre unharmed amid the hail of bullets!

The windbreaker on his body and the hat on his head were full of bullet holes, but he walked leisurely in front of the guards as if nothing was wrong, stretched out his hand to grab a random person and used it as a weapon, and swept all the guards at the door.

His bones were broken and his tendons were broken, and the "weapon" in his hand had long since lost its human shape!

He dropped the weapon in his hand and continued walking in. He seemed to be very purposeful. He knew which direction to go as soon as he entered the door and never took any detours in the process.

There were countless guards who intercepted him along the way, but even powerful rifle grenades were used to do nothing to him.

This is already the most powerful weapon that can be used here. Using more powerful weapons will seriously affect the collections and buildings in the Louvre, and is not allowed.

He arrived in front of a warehouse smoothly, leaving a trail of blood behind him.

This is a place in the palace used to store some precious collections. It is not open to tourists. Even the staff here may not necessarily know clearly that there are many collections in each warehouse because there are too many collections here.

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But he seemed to be looking for what was inside. He punched through the wooden door. Behind the wooden door was a ten-centimetre-thick armored security door, which was also punched through!

He twisted his arms so hard that the entire wall began to shake, and the exquisite murals on the walls and roof fell off piece by piece. This was simply a cruel massacre of art!

Finally, he pulled out the entire armored security door from the wall. Half of the wall had collapsed. He didn't feel any pity at all and stepped in.

He was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the warehouse, and all kinds of precious cultural relics and works of art were discarded by him like worn-out shoes, casually thrown on the ground. If a cultural relic expert saw it, I don't know how distressed he would be!

He was still mechanically walking back and forth in the warehouse, looking for what he wanted. The precious porcelain and glassware were crushed by his feet, leaving dirty footprints on the beautiful oil paintings!

At this moment, the person who stopped this massacre of art finally arrived, the French superpowers.

The three figures floated into the Louvre like phantoms, and then landed in the warehouse.

The man seemed to be aware of movement behind him. He looked back and saw that there were three people. As if he didn't see these three people, he turned his head and continued to look for what he wanted.

The three of them were furious. They had never been so ignored before. One of them roared and jumped over and punched. He was the most powerful person in the entire supernatural force. This punch was stronger than the orcs.

Nothing less than that.

But he didn't seem to realize that someone was attacking him from behind, and he let the punch that broke the stone fall and hit his back without any reaction.

But what happened next shocked the three people: Hercules punched it, but it seemed to hit a piece of steel. With his strength, even if he hit the steel, there would be a fist mark.

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But this time, he screamed in pain, holding his fist and flying back. All the bones in his hand were broken. But the target of his attack didn't even stagger. He was bent over and looking for something, and he continued to look for something.

, seemed not to be disturbed at all.

The three of them were shocked. Who is this person? He is so powerful! The three of them looked at each other and slowly dispersed. The three of them surrounded him alone. The man on the left started to get angry and recited a spell in a strange language.

, a small crystal ball fell in his hand, and smashed to pieces on the ground with a "bang". A ball of flame burst out, and the ghosts and resentful spirits in the Louvre gathered into the flames. The flames rolled, and a three-meter-tall giant

The monster walked out of the flames brandishing a stone axe.

The muscles on the monster's body were as strong as rocks. His roar shook the roof, and half of the wall that he originally collapsed fell down with a "bang".

The giant monster rushed towards him waving a stone axe. When the ax fell, he heard a "ping" sound. The stone ax fell on him and was shattered!

The giant monster lost its weapon and became even more angry. It rushed up and hugged his body, trying to strangle him to death, but no matter how hard he tried, it could not pick him up from the ground.

Probably because the giant monster affected his search for things, he was very dissatisfied. He stretched out his hand and pulled away the giant monster's arm. With just one pull, the giant monster turned red in the face and had no power to stop it.

He stretched out his hand and slashed, and one of the monster's arms fell down!

The giant monster let out a miserable howl, and as the black blood spurted out from its shoulders, it became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The three of them were even more shocked. This summoning spell was already their strongest attack power, but in front of him, it had no effect at all. The three of them felt a chill in their hearts. One of them hurriedly used the radio to notify the headquarters: "The enemy is unprecedentedly powerful.

Urgent need of help, urgent need of help!"

Those on the right had nothing to do, they had to do something before supporting troops arrived.

He pulled out a long sword with a strange style from his back, which was somewhat similar to a Japanese sword. As soon as the long sword came out, he was immediately wrapped in three pieces of armor, a half breastplate, an arm guard, and a leg guard.

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The swordsman rushed forward and rushed behind him like a shadow. He slashed with his sword and tried to cut him in half.

He casually waved his hand back, and the long knife broke with a "ping" sound. He vomited blood and flew back. This knife and him are closely related to each other. The knife was destroyed and the person was severely injured!

Three people were defeated one after another, and half of them lost their fighting ability.

The magician on the left was helpless. He looked at Hercules, and they both nodded. There was no other way.

The magician sprinkled a handful of red powder in his hand. As soon as the powder fell on the ground, a raging fire suddenly ignited. The magician recited a spell in his mouth, and the flames became more and more powerful. As the flames swayed, people were bound one by one.

Among these souls, one of the strongest finally stood out. With the help of the magician's spell, it struggled to escape from the flames that bound it. After flying in the air for a while, it found that although it had escaped from the flames, it was still alive.

Unable to escape the control of the magician, it finally fell helplessly on the body of Hercules.

Hercules was shocked. When the evil spirit leaned over him, his strength surged, but he lost his consciousness. Fortunately, the magician was able to control the evil spirit. The mixture of the evil spirit and Hercules rushed forward under his command.
Chapter completed!