I Have A Miniature World Chapter 22
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The purpose of S.H.I.E.L.D was to prevent danger from happening and maintain the peace of the country.
From the moment he joined S.H.I.E.L.D, he had been prepared to sacrifice himself. He was prepared to sacrifice himself for the country and the people at any time.
Up until this moment, he did not waver in the slightest when faced with the bloodthirsty barbarian warriors.
Even if these savage warriors far surpassed them in terms of numbers and were very strong, they would be sending themselves to their deaths in vain even if they charged forward.
However, as long as they could buy a little time, it would be worth it.
This was their responsibility and a glorious mission. Even if they had to die, they had to defend this position.
He was already prepared to die for his country, and the other members of S.H.I.E.L.D also had the same thought.
At this moment, when she saw the savage warriors who were filled with killing intent in the distance, Alisa's face was filled with solemnity.
These savage warriors were too powerful.
Just by looking from afar, she could feel an intense killing intent coming at her from all directions. It was like sharp thorns that pierced her face, causing her to feel pain.
This was just their aura, yet they were already so powerful. How terrifying would their strength be?
She could not imagine. Just by looking at their bodies, she knew that they had definitely surpassed the limits of the human body. Even a gold-tier extraordinary would not be able to harm them.
There was always someone better than them.
Alisa recalled what Moken had said and felt a sense of shame.
But at this moment, a member of S.H.I.E.L.D suddenly realized something and roared.
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"Wait, captain, there seems to be a person there?"
"What's going on? Is this a member of S.H.I.E.L.D? Is he crazy? He actually ran to the front of the barbarian warriors alone. Is he courting death?"
Moken shouted.
"No, he's not a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. He seems to be a tourist who came to Bida Mountain unintentionally."
Someone spoke up.
"A tourist?"
Moken was very helpless. He knew that Mount Bida had a beautiful environment and had a deep history and culture, so it naturally attracted many tourists.
However, ever since the incident of the wild animals hurting people, this place had been locked down by them. Moreover, the media and the Internet had appealed to the public not to step foot here.
There were still tourists who came here and hid in groups of twos and threes. It was not wrong to say that curiosity killed the cat.
Even though they had increased the intensity of the blockade, there would still be one or two fish that escaped the net.
If you said, you would come, then so be it. Yet, you recklessly ran in front of the barbarian warriors. Was this not courting death?
Even if he wanted to save him, it was too late. He could only blame his bad luck. After that, everything was done by himself.
After all, in the face of tens of thousands of barbarian warriors, he was unable to save this unlucky tourist from the hands of the enemy.
...
The tourist who suddenly appeared was Emerson, who had finished his cultivation.
After hearing the noise, he immediately ran out, wanting to see what was happening outside.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he appeared, he saw tens of thousands of barbarian warriors appear in front of him.
"They are actually so tall!"
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The barbarian warrior in front of him was at least five meters tall. The muscles on his body contained explosive power. Yet, even from a distance, he could feel a bloodthirsty and violent aura blowing toward him.
He now somewhat understood how the miniature man felt when he saw him. After all, he was tens of thousands of times stronger than the miniature man.
In this way, even if one had powerful combat strength, they would lose the courage to fight.
The difference in size basically held an absolute advantage in the natural world.
Similarly, these barbarian warriors were not simple either. The blood and Qi energy in their bodies were extremely dense. It was like a burning sun, burning the air in all directions.
Without a doubt, these barbarian warriors were mighty.
However, since Emerson dared to appear in front of these barbarian warriors, he naturally did not fear these barbarian warriors. After all, he had the power of a world prop, and he was completely dominating.
"What's going on? A weak human dares to appear in front of us?"
At this moment, a group of barbarians discovered Emerson's existence.
"A weak human, I can crush him with a mace."
"Don't underestimate these weak creatures. We should be more careful."
"They are all a bunch of lowly gods. What's there to worry about? Without half a piece of meat on their bodies, they are not our match."
"Weak creatures from other worlds aren't even worth mentioning. They can only be slaves."
The many barbarian warriors roared as they raised their weapons, wanting to crush this weak creature before turning them into dust.
They felt that these creatures from other worlds were too weak. The aura on their bodies was pitifully small, like a lamp that was about to be extinguished. They were extremely weak.
"I don't like others talking while standing. Kneel."
Emerson stood with his hands behind his back as he indifferently looked at these savage warriors.
Bang!
A terrifying wave of power swept out in all directions from him, covering a radius of ten meters.
Dong!
The tens of thousands of savage warriors were instantly stupefied.
They felt an enormous pressure assaulting them, ruthlessly pressing down on their bodies. It was as if they were carrying an archaic divine mountain on their backs.
Immediately, their tall bodies crashed to the ground, creating a large crater as they knelt in front of Emerson.
The heavy pressure did not just affect their bodies. It tormented them in all directions. Their bones, flesh, and internal organs all made cracking sounds under the pressure, and there were traces of blood at the corners of their mouths.
They roared, and their bodies were pressed to the ground. They could not even hold the weapons in their hands, and they all fell to the ground.
"Impossible!"
The generals of the warriors roared in shock.
They were all in disbelief, and their hearts were filled with shock. They could not believe what they were seeing.
The guy in front of them was just a weak creature from another world. How could he have such powerful strength?
With just a single sentence, he made them kneel on the ground in a sorry state.
At this moment, they gritted their teeth and wanted to stand up. However, they were tightly suppressed and could not move their bodies.
This was just a tiny bit of power that the Thunder God Hammer released. It was enough to make these barbaric warriors kneel and submit.
If they were to release a sky full of lightning, these stray hairs would probably be instantly devoured by the lightning and turned into flying ashes.
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