No one expected Grant to take action, let alone in front of so many people. When they saw two slaps appearing in front of Grant, they clapped forward violently, and it was too late to tell the fat women to retreat.

In the calm mid-air, two white, almost transparent palms rushed towards the group of fat women. Only a click sound was heard, and the several fat women fell straight back like kites with broken strings, one leg was directly hit by the palms.

The white air flow was cut off and fell back and forth on the lonely grass. In the early morning, it looked bloody against the backdrop of some golden beams of light transmitted through it.

ah!!

The facial features of several fat women were distorted, and they didn't know whether it was pain or fear. They were curled up on the ground like a dead dog, shaking violently up and down, and yellow sticky liquid gushes out from between their legs. In an instant, a wave of nausea

A foul smell permeated the surroundings.

"My legs, my legs!"

"Mom, my leg is gone. Where did he go?"

When Grant started, he deliberately used his mental power to weaken part of the pain. As a result, the fat woman did not faint, but was awake with pain in her surroundings. Especially when she saw one thigh, her face turned pale with fear.

Their eyes wanted to fall out. Only then did they realize that their lives were over and they might have to walk with crutches.

They turned their heads, glanced at Grant with resentment on their faces, and sneered: "Hmph, you damn devil, ah, even if you are an alchemist, how can you get away with killing people in front of so many people? Haha...

…This is what you get for us.”

They insulted each other to their heart's content, completely forgetting how they wanted to deal with Grant and how they got into trouble with him.

"I see you guys are really noisy!" Grant smiled, stretched out a hand and looked directly at the fat women like a god of death. Anyone could see clearly that the other party was going to face the law enforcement guards and put those fat women in front of them.

Several people were killed.

Seeing the situation in front of them, everyone was stunned!

This alchemist is too crazy, he is just slapping the mayor in the face.

When Heidein saw it, he smiled a bit helplessly. He thought sadly: "Grant seemed to have made a special promise before, but now it seems that he is destined to go on the opposite side."

He originally thought that Grant would use his strength a little, at least go to the mayor's manor with him first, and then use his identity as a mysterious person to suppress Viscount Owen. Who would have thought that he would kill these fat women single-handedly. Since he can kill these fat women

Man, it will be explained later that the law enforcement guards and Viscount Owen did not take it seriously.

Thinking of those things that he didn't even dare to think about, Heidein got a headache and wanted to dissuade Grant. But at this time, helping the other party to increase his arrogance, wouldn't it be a slap in Grant's face?

"Stop, Mr. Alchemist, do you know what you are doing here? You are massacring the residents of Smokescreen Town. If you kill them directly, according to the law, all towns will have the right to kill you.

." The knight commander also made Grant's hand so hard that he didn't react at all. Only then did he wake up and reminded him intentionally or unintentionally.

He picked up the long sword at his waist and drew it at any time. Although he looked majestic, he was actually frightened, fearing that Grant would attack him in anger.

He secretly comforted himself and emboldened himself: "It's okay. It's okay. I'm wearing an alchemy armor to resist attacks. How could something happen?"

"Who are you?" Grant slowly put away his palms, turned his head, and asked with a cold face.

"I am the captain of the Smokescreen Town Law Enforcement Team. You should come back to the mayor's manor with us for now. You also know that you are an alchemist, so you won't have too much trouble in the end. But if you cause so many problems all at once, I

I don’t think even the privileges of an alchemist can guarantee your safety.”

"Are you threatening me?" Grant's originally cold face suddenly turned cold. He half-squinted his eyes, revealing a bit of cold murderous intent. This murderous intent prompted many knights to slowly retreat.

"I don't dare. I'm just following the orders from above. I also hope that you can cooperate with us. This way, neither party will have any trouble." The knight commander said with an extremely ugly face. Nervous sweat appeared on his forehead and cheeks. Be careful.

Move forward on guard. He knows very well that this may be the strongest enemy in his life, no less than those junior top alchemists.

"Let me think about it." Grant's expression softened. He was certain in his heart that the goal of this group of law enforcement guards was to get Heidein, but at the moment they were testing their own strength and formulating subsequent plans.

"Detection!" Grant thought silently in his mind.

A flash of blue light flashed across his eyes, and the data of the twelve knights appeared in front of him instantly. But when the data listed the first-level magic armor in front of them, Grant was a little stunned. He got it from Heidein's mouth.

Only alchemists and extremely successful businessmen have such good things as magic armor, but why are these guys wearing such things?

And among the twelve knights, the knight commander is not the highest level, but the man with the mustache in the crowd is the highest level. From the test, you can see that his skin is very good, and the muscles of his arms and whole body have grown.

, obviously not doing heavy work.

There seems to be something fishy of its own here.

Grant turned his attention to the knight among the Twelve Knights. Suddenly, the knight's face suddenly changed. He looked confused and frightened. He was deeply shocked: "How did he see me coming? I

They should not be discovered. Damn it, I was really too careless. These guys are probably on the same level as Viscount Owen, or even higher."

Grant slowly looked away, and he could vaguely guess in his mind. Since they want to test my strength and even sacrifice part of my magic armor, wouldn't they be sorry if they don't make some noise?

"If you think I can't kill, then you can stop me. Don't worry, in front of your mayor, I won't kill you as a novice." Grant spoke confidently, his eyes looking down high.

Toward a group of knights.

"Sir, do you still have to make a decision?"

"certainly."

"That's best."

"What, you want me to take action against you?"

"Who said that? Since you don't want to come with us, then don't blame us for being rude to you. Come on!" The knight was a little happy when he heard what the other party said, but he pretended to be very sorry on his face.

With a very pretentious look, he shook his head, raised the sharp silver sword in his hand and swung it forward. A flash of sword light flashed, and the knights behind him drew their swords and rushed forward.

"Since you want to test my strength, let me show you what crushing means, so that you can feel confident that the Viscount will surrender." Grant laughed secretly in his heart and dodged forward with the soles of his feet. The ground cracked several times during the explosion.

There are many gaps, and those cracks keep spreading forward.

As if the earth was shaking, all the knights sprinted forward, but one of their feet was unsteady and they bumped into the knight next to them. The heavy armor on their bodies was already a huge burden. At this time, all the knights on the left and right fell down.

The remaining knight held on and swayed, grabbed his sword and sprinted forward!

"Cut!" Grant held his hands forward, and a line of flame suddenly formed into a long sword, and then stabbed forward. In an instant, the iron armor on the knight's chest melted, revealing the golden armor underneath. Fortunately, the armor was black.

After falling most of the way, the knights also suddenly retreated to avoid the flames.

Grant's toes were like a bow and arrow, and with a flick of his feet, he rushed to another knight's side, waving his hands towards his chest. Click, another knight's armor was shattered, and he vomited blood.

, twitching all over and falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, two knights had fallen to the ground, and their appearance was very scary, which made the remaining knights' faces turn pale with fear, and their eyes wanted to fall to the ground.

They didn't expect Grant to be so powerful, at least not an ordinary junior alchemist. At least the speed at which they wanted to replenish those flames every time was nowhere near.

"Come on." Grant stomped back with the sole of his foot and rushed forward again.

"The second one!"

"The third one!"

"The fourth one!"

…

In the blink of an eye, nine knights had been defeated, and the only ones left were the knight commander, Sidru and another veteran.

They looked at Grant in shock, their fingers even trembling from the shock, and they almost couldn't hold it.

Grant saw the remaining three people, glanced briefly, and thought of a good idea.

He could already figure out that the man in the middle with a goatee on his chin was probably the Viscount's undercover agent, and even the three people in front of him might be undercover agents.

"Just in time, I can use them to find out the specific character of Viscount Owen. I think the red robe magic pattern just analyzed last night should be useful." A sneer appeared at the corner of Grant's mouth.

He raised his right hand, and countless blood mist quietly rose in the middle of his palm, and a twisted magic pattern began to condense. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary skull claw, with a huge eye in the middle.

A few seconds later, a red robe magic pattern was formed instantly!

Grant secretly used his mental power to trap the knight commander and the veteran, then quietly moved forward, stretched out his palm condensed with red robe magic patterns and slapped Sidru. From the perspective of others, it felt like Grant

Prepare to fight Sidru.

He slapped his palm forward, and the magic pattern instantly penetrated into it, covering his chest and then shining with a red light. In an instant, Sidru's eyes turned red, and the color of his skin also dropped a little. Grant slapped it again, and Sidru fell straight down.

Enter the plant sculpture inside the lawn.

The red robe magic pattern itself still needs the consent of the person being controlled, but the difference between Grant's mental power level and Sidru's is really big, so the problem is not big, and it can be controlled by force smoothly.
Chapter completed!