People in Ultraman: Dark Summoning

The Mongolian guards opened their eyes wide and looked at their captain of the guards, Tatar Xiaolin, in disbelief for doing such a shameless thing.

At this moment, the image of the captain of the guard, who had been so noble in their minds, collapsed suddenly, like a mirror being shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards, all kinds of complex and intense emotions surged into the hearts of these guards.

Anger burned like a raging fire, making their eyes red;

Shame overwhelmed them like a tide, leaving them feeling ashamed;

The anger raged like a storm, causing their breathing to become rapid.

One of the guards could no longer suppress his anger. He tightly grasped the scimitar in his hand, pointed the tip of the knife straight at Tan Xiaolin who was kneeling on the ground, and shouted angrily:

"Hu...Tatar Xiaolin, you are simply a disgrace to us Mongols!

You are not worthy of being the brave and fearless Bater, let alone being a citizen under the protection of the great Changshengtian! You shameless traitor! "

As the roar sounded, the other guards echoed it.

"Yes, you don't deserve it!"

"You don't deserve such honor!"

For a moment, the rebukes that came one after another resounded through the sky, as if they were going to tear the entire sky apart.

Every word was filled with the guards' deep contempt and resentment towards Tan Xiaolin.

However, in the face of everyone's accusations and scolding, Tan Xiaolin seemed to be deaf to it.

He continued to kowtow, muttering to the other party for mercy. His humble and cowardly appearance formed a sharp contrast with his previous majestic demeanor.

At this moment, a Mongol guard could no longer bear the scene before him.

He brandished the gleaming scimitar in his hand and rushed towards Shu Cong recklessly, as if he was ready to die.

Seeing this, the other guards followed without hesitation and launched a charge together.

When Shu Cong saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He held the long sword tightly in both hands and swung it forward violently, unleashing an incredibly powerful move that swept across the enemy lines.

In an instant, an invisible and extremely sharp sword energy whizzed out, like lightning cutting through the sky.

There were only a few muffled "puff" sounds, and the guard who was rushing in the front didn't even have time to scream before his head and body were separated, and blood splattered everywhere.

The guards who followed behind were unable to dodge and were hit and fell to the ground one after another. In the blink of an eye, this group of aggressive Mongol guards were wiped out.

Tan Xiaolin struggled to raise his head, whose forehead was oozing blood. With a look of fear and despair, he glanced at the guards who were lying on the ground and had died tragically.

His heart trembled, but his desire to survive made him not hesitate at all. Without saying a word, he immediately kowtowed, muttering:

"Spare your life... have mercy on you..."

The voice was full of fear and pleading.

At this time, Shu Cong, who was standing aside, saw this scene and couldn't help but frowned slightly. Then he cast his gaze towards the Fire Rat King not far away, as if he wanted to get instructions from it on how to deal with this person.

The Fire Rat King looked at Tan Xiaolin, who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, with disdain on his face, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Then, it stretched out its left hand, placed its index finger gently in front of its neck, and then made a stroke in the air left and right in a clean and neat movement.