Dark Shadow Shrine

In the face of six powerful enemies that have never joined forces, the best way is of course to defeat each of them.

The reason for them to join forces is to fight against the enemy. This cannot conceal the unfamiliarity of their cooperation. Since there are six strong people, there are naturally strong and weak. Some people dare to go all out, while others are conservative and tentative.

Almost at the moment when the six rays of light blasted out, those with unique vision could already see the flaw.

Londel didn't use this opportunity to seize the opponent's flaws!

Seize the flaws to defeat the enemy, at most one or two. This can't show his fierce power.

What he wants is a complete defeat!

"Hahahaha——" Along with Londel's wild laughter, golden ripples seemed to appear in the void very naturally, accompanied by the surge of the ripples. Countless tiny flames with metallic light suddenly appeared in the air.

These bright yellow flames with a golden luster quickly condensed together, and in less than one hundredth of a second, they formed countless golden weapons, including almost everything!

Its bright cold light makes people forget that the essence of these weapons is fire.

This special effect is even more cool than the "Treasure of the God of War" in Lei Wen's cottage!

"Drink—" With Londel's exhalation, a storm of weapons shot like a storm!

This should be the field of flames, but it makes people feel that this should be the golden field in the metal field!

There is a sense of trance where the two realms are perfectly integrated.

Facing the heavy rain of weapons that swept over thousands of troops, the momentum of the six rays of light couldn't help being frustrated.

The attack of the six rays of light was not over yet, but Londel's counterattack was imminent. Thousands of golden weapons fell like thunder, and the momentum seemed to blow the entire arena to pieces.

In that scene, it seemed that a monstrous wave was smashed by another apocalyptic wave that was smashed by another completely mindless wave, and it was pushed back abruptly.

It doesn't matter whether it is the power of the sanctuary-level moves or magic that is shot from the opposite side. Londel countered all of them with the strange golden flame field.

Mana shield? break!

Steel walls? break!

stone wall? break!

dodge? Let's see where you go!

More golden flame weapons were transformed to join this metal storm. The attack did not stop, but in just a few seconds, the intensity increased several times.

In the face of this domain of divine power that is not inferior to ordinary weak gods, no domain of a strong person can resist his almost crazy attack.

A few seconds later, the arena was swept away, leaving only rubble on the ground. And a few dying sanctuary powerhouses.

Yes, Londel didn't kill them, he just pierced their hands and feet.

The flame weapons that penetrated the opponent's body did not explode, but scorched all the wounds and let them scab.

If they were mortals, this injury alone would be fatal.

But they are strong in the sanctuary. Painful, but not fatal.

Londell defeated them without any joy, as if he had not defeated a group of strong opponents, but just kicked away a stone blocking him on the road.

After beating them, as if he had cleared away the obstacles in front of him, Londell began to walk leisurely to the guest seats of the Seven Empires, which were high above them at a height of 30 meters. It's not a volley. Instead, every time he took a step, a step-like golden spar appeared out of thin air under his feet.

The edge of the stairs was still extending towards the ground, and flames appeared out of thin air, hanging straight to the ground. Turning the rootless staircase into a stairway from the mortal world to the High Throne of Fire.

That... is simply the ladder of the king!

Thirty-six huge magic lamps the size of carriages were turned on in the huge arena that could accommodate 100,000 people, illuminating the entire arena like daytime. In the VIP hall, the crystal chandelier exudes brilliant light, which is reflected on the polished marble floors without any flaws, making the entire VIP hall resplendent and resplendent.

All the dignitaries and distinguished guests from various countries stopped talking at this moment, and the air seemed extremely dead. Everyone looked at the arrogant Londel who made the top of the golden ladder higher than the VIP seats.

The audience was also silent, as if only Londell was the only one in the huge venue—of course, no one would welcome his arrogant behavior.

Such a golden platform. It is obvious that his status is higher than that of the kings of the Seven Human Empires.

Those sanctuary powerhouses who were defeated by Londel just now and nailed to the ground with golden weapons felt the raging fire of hatred ignited in their chests.

Yet physical pain and entanglement. And despair, quenching the flames of rage that should have burned everything in the world to ashes. The fear of the strongest, at this moment, even overcomes any belief in the salvation and holy water that heals wounds.

The losers put their heads down.

Standing beside the king and serving the king, the strong men of the town bowed their heads.

Even Amostor, the demigod powerhouse of the Faerun Empire, who is recognized as the strongest among the powerhouses of the town, involuntarily took half a step back.

That's cowardice! Cowardice against the strong who cannot be defeated!

The cowardice of the strong in his own family incited the anger of every imperial king or prince and grand duke even more. Is it cheap to raise these strong men? Every year, one tenth of the national treasury revenue is filled into the pockets of these strong men. At the critical moment, how come one, two, three, and four all look like stray dogs, with their tails between their legs and dare not make a sound! ?

The hands of kings tremble.

They already had a bad premonition about what Londel would say next.

Sure enough, Londel said something amazing again!

"Humble mortals—have you seen it? This is the strength of the king! This is the strength of the peerless powerhouse who will lead you to the future—I, Londel Augustus Skywalker! Worship me, mortal! I Announce that at this moment, all the existences in this city, all of your possessions will become sacrifices to me! Your women will be used by me at will! If anyone does not surrender to me, I will tell He, what is destruction!!"

The unfeeling declaration like thunder was buzzing in everyone's ears, and the vast spiritual impact almost shattered every will.

Rondel's golden eyes burned coldly. That is not looking into the eyes of his subjects, nor is it the sight of the king facing his subjects in a broad sense. The arrogance in those eyes was entirely for the purpose of gathering a group of cannon fodder that he identified as ants.

The divine light from those eyes was so majestic and cruel that anyone would feel uncomfortable.

What followed was the endless coercion released from him!

The coercion of a peerless powerhouse!

An incomparable momentum struck the sky and covered the sky, the terrifying weight was like kneeling on the chest, with a heavy stone on the shoulders, making it difficult to breathe.

One audience knelt down, ten knelt down, a hundred knelt down, tens of thousands of audience knelt down, and then the audience of 100,000 knelt down. Even though there was not enough space to kneel down, they all bowed in the most humble gesture to express their submission to this peerless powerhouse.

"You actually want me—the Grand Duke of Mosha, Galilee, to surrender to you!? Do you know that our Mosha Empire embodies the will of the great god of tyranny, Bane!?" At the VIP table, the first appeared A dissenting voice.

This voice is tantamount to a shot in the arm for the struggling kings.

yes! There are gods behind us!

However……

What I got was Londel's wild laughter: "Hahaha! Then let Ben come down and fight me in person! Bann! Did you hear that? I'm going to rob your believer now! Do you dare to come down and fight me in person? Rondel? Or have you lost the courage to end yourself since you and Tom died together?"

"Huh!" Suddenly, there was an indifferent and disdainful snort from the sky.

Everyone seemed to see a rough green giant projected in the void and flashed past. Another terrifying coercion came and went quickly.

Then there was silence.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that Bane is condensed. Rondell was right, since he and Tom died together, Bane hated the gods. Compared with behind-the-scenes manipulation, Bane almost rejects all forms of advent. If it was an opponent that the battle avatar couldn't handle, Bane would give up without hesitation.

Obviously, the strength of this mysterious Londel is still higher than Bane's battle incarnation.

God! How strong is Londel?

Bane's combat incarnation is already equivalent to the body of a weak god, so could it be said that Londel's strength is still higher than that of a weak god! ?

At this moment, all the blood on the faces of the strong and kings in the audience faded away.

Gods generally focus on their own domain. Except for a god like Bane who is passionate about kingship, few gods will come out to protect a king because of kingship. Maybe the noble goddess Sheenworth will pay attention, but unfortunately, what Bane can't do, a mere Sheenworth with weak divine power can?

"It's not fair..." King Faerun 78, the host of the Faerun Empire, said tremblingly.

"Hahahaha" Londel's wild laughter shook the entire arena: "Fair? Fairness is just an illusion for those cowardly lawful gods to deceive you weak! You are weak, and in front of me, a peerless powerhouse, there are only two One choice: Surrender! Or destroy! Any existence here kneels down to me—offer your women! Offer all of you, or die to me!"

The strong were heartbroken.

Kings are desperate!

The kings looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw the despair in each other's eyes. They moved in small steps, and finally left their seats.

There are four kings of the empire here, if they all kneel, it will be a great shame in the history of mankind.

However, at this moment, a leisurely male voice came.

This sound is so ethereal, like the bells from the bell tower on a distant mountain in the morning mist, seeming far away and close at hand, totally unfathomable. Everyone felt that the source of this sound was close at hand.

"Will all existence here kneel down to you? Offer my woman? Offer all of me? I can't pretend not to hear these words!" (to be continued~^~)

PS:   To reiterate, in terms of the plot, I will write down according to "Scarlett didn't give away the white hair".