The Earth Conquers All Worlds

"Neil, I hate your mother!"

"Your father is dead."

"Your mother will increase the price of vegetables, double the 100,000!!"

The royal palace is majestic, with bursts of yellow flames bursting out from time to time, waves of heat rising, and the temperature is as high as 40 to 50 degrees.

It is very uncomfortable for ordinary people and transcendents of other departments, but for the practitioners of the fire department, this place is simply heaven, and there is no discomfort here.

"Woo~"

Every player's neck and hands were tied with iron chains, and more than a thousand players were dragged into the central hall by knight-level guards like dogs.

As soon as this kind of treatment came out, all the players lost the last bit of luck in their hearts and cursed loudly.

At the beginning, he was still scolding Neil, scolding the pigs and dogs of the Ironthorn family as inferior, scum. Although the guards around were displeased, they didn't say anything.

But the player's scolding soon extended to the royal family, from Emperor Gregory III, to his mother, to his ancestors, to his childless son, and even to the princess who suffered all kinds of misfortunes. body.

The surrounding guards were furious at first, but soon became terrified. They didn't dare to waste any time. They almost instinctively tore off their clothes and blocked the mouths of all the players, making their faces flush. My veins burst out.

"Master Mullin, all these devils have been brought here."

The guards stopped, and the leading knights of the pinnacle of the earth looked respectfully at a feminine man with no white beard who was quietly waiting in front of the door next to the hall, covered in thick white powder, and full of a biting cold aura. salute.

Manager Mullin looked at these players curiously.

The struggling players stared in shock at the palace with red and golden flames in front of them, their pupils dilated.

Too tall and too big!

Countless flaming stone pillars supporting the roof are a thousand meters high. White clouds hover over the stone pillars. The distance between each flaming stone pillar is more than 100 meters. The walls are also thick and strong, just like ancient city walls. generally.

This is not like a human residence, every space is not designed for human beings, for human use, but more like a palace built for giants or gods.

Even if there are tall buildings over a kilometer in the world of the players, they give people a completely different feeling. The former gives the impression of the concentration of human wisdom, while the latter gives the impression of vastness, remoteness, and mystery.

Manager Mu Lin frowned slightly: "Why do you want to block their mouths? Untie it, and the iron chain will also be untied."

His voice was sharp, unlike ordinary people.

The headed palace guard looked distressed and explained: "My lord, their words are extremely filthy, and I'm afraid they won't be able to reach His Majesty's ears."

As he spoke, he quickly described what happened before, causing Mu Lin's expression to change slightly.

Manager Mu Lin thought for a while, and still waved a large piece of cold wind towards the players on the ground. The vigor was so cold that the players who were dripping with sweat all the time were frozen into iron blue. The iron chain fell to the ground like a clod of mud, turning into black powder.

"Yeah!"

"Gregory, I am your father!"

"Laozi Ganniang!"

The escaped players were extremely angry, and the sound of filth was endless. Most of them had runny noses, coughing continuously, and suddenly caught a cold under the double sky of ice and fire.

Some players rushed up and punched and kicked the surrounding knights and earth knights, making their armor ping-pong.

The knights resisted not daring to fight back, for fear that they would accidentally kill them. Anyway, their fists and feet would make them feel pain even if it was difficult.

The punching and kicking players also felt bored after fighting for a while, and they didn't break the defense at all.

Manager Mu Lin turned a blind eye to the foul language spoken by the players, which would be treacherous to any monarch. He saluted gracefully, and stretched out his hand as an invitation: "Everyone, Your Majesty wants to see you."

Under his signal, the surrounding knights stretched out their spears, surrounded the players and rushed towards the entrance of the extremely wide palace little by little.

It's like herding sheep.

Some players didn't want to play anymore, and directly committed suicide through the system and left, while most of the remaining players reluctantly walked towards the palace under the pressure of swords and guns.

"Come on, brothers, and have a look."

Batian Hengdao waved his hand, and walked in first, completely ignoring the eyes of the players around him looking at him like shit.

After such an experience, even though most of the players wanted to play in the empire, Batian Hengdao undoubtedly became like garbage in their hearts.

If he didn't know that killing Batian Hengdao is useless, and he himself is a zero-level trumpet, he would have been killed many times already.

The current result is not bad. It would be fine if Batian Hengdao is at level zero all the time. If he upgrades, someone will attack him at some point.

Some people took the lead, and scattered players followed. To be honest, they are also very interested in the final boss of this empire.

It's all here, why don't you take pictures before leaving.

In the palace, figures with incomparably terrifying auras lined up and sat down on both sides. There were more than 20 people, and any one of them could easily destroy an army outside.

Sitting at the top position on the right is a woman Zhao Shi is very familiar with, with blond hair hanging down to her waist, and the aura of bright holy power pervading her body, her white wings have already been folded, and she is sitting quietly.

From time to time, admiring gazes swept across her cold and delicate face. This kind of behavior without hostility and killing intent failed to arouse any reaction from her.

All the people present were the people with sharp eyes and ears, and they could clearly hear the extremely disrespectful insults of the players.

Most of the sky-level powerhouses, including the sacred wing whose aura has dropped a lot recently, were indifferent, as if they hadn't heard it.

A bearded man at the top on the left lined up angrily, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, these demons from other lands are extremely rude. Please let me kill them all immediately so that this holy and majestic place will not be tarnished."

As soon as this majestic man like a giant steel mountain appeared, an incomparably heavy coercion permeated the audience, making the expressions of many indifferent Sky Rank powerhouses tremble.

They hesitated for a moment, then came out one after another, bowed their hands upward with respectful expressions, and said in unison: "Your Majesty, your shame is our shame, please let us clean up the filth for you."

The seats on both sides were empty, and the crowd gathered in the center of the hall, and the blond, holy and beautiful figure on the top right was immediately highlighted, lonely.

The holy angel completely ignored the scene in front of him, did not respond, and still sat quietly.

The face of the steely man who came out first sank, and his incomparably heavy momentum and coercion rolled over her, causing the air to distort, fluctuate and crackle.

She still mechanically looked in front of her eyes, her eyes were blank, as if she was on standby.

Even in a state where her vitality was seriously injured, the violently fluctuating air around her still couldn't affect her in the slightest.

"Holy Wings, you..."

The big steel man's face became even more serious, and when he wanted to do something else, the scorching heat rose around him, causing him to swallow his words back into his mouth.

At the top, on a high platform tens of meters higher than many strong men, a vague figure sat on the huge steel flame throne, and said slowly: "No need, these ants are like weeds, like mosquitoes, there is no You don't have to take it to heart if you are qualified to insult us."

Although the distance was far, the sound roared like thunder in the entire hall, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, as if a trace of the terrifying volcano had leaked.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The big steel man didn't hesitate at all, and immediately returned to his seat, and the surrounding sky-level powerhouses also sat down again.