With Durand's current realm strength, the momentum was overwhelming! This was the first time that the soldiers on both sides had witnessed the Dragon's Breath at a close distance, and the shock in their hearts was indescribable!

roar--!

roar--!

Amid the roar of the dragon, two giant dragons appeared behind Durand. Although it was just an illusory image, it seemed that it really emitted a trace of dragon power.

The middle-aged general Murray raised his head, and the shadow of the ice dragon as big as a mountain reflected in his left eye, and the fire dragon reflected in his right eye. His face changed violently several times. Although he tried his best to calm his mood, he still felt a little explosive on his scalp.

Is this the strength to defeat the Paladin? It’s really... too strong!

The middle-aged general forced his instinctive fear and shouted loudly, "Everyone is on standby, no one is allowed to move without my orders! Did you hear that? Those who violate the order will be killed without mercy!"

——Faced with the huge fire dragon breathing, Murray's order was to stand by on the spot!

In fact, there are many soldiers on the city wall, but no one can find a real strong man who can match the car of the Pastoral City - such a city defense arrangement is very strange. Yonghui's senior management should be very clear that with these people, no matter how many people are, it is just a matter of a couple of extra dragon breathing for Durand.

In this case, what is the holy city relying on?

After Durand squirted out the dragon's breath, he calmed down and then stared in the direction of the Holy City and looked carefully, as if waiting for something to appear.

Sure enough, when the dragon breath approached the city wall, it suddenly seemed to hit an invisible barrier. The subsequent fire and ice flow rolled forward, but the ice and fire breath in the front was blocked and could not continue to move forward, so it could only rush to both sides and above.

As the breath of the dragon spread out all over the place, the shape of the invisible barrier was gradually outlined - it was a convex mirror-like barrier, and it was impossible to tell how big it was. I only saw that the breath of the dragon had spread far away, but was still blocked by the barrier.

The city inside the barrier and the soldiers were all unscathed. They stared blankly at the power of ice and fire that was "laying out" not far away in front of them. Although they were not injured, they still felt their mouths dry.

It would be fine if this level of power was blocked. If it was not blocked, wouldn’t a large number of people on the city wall die in an instant?

Just then, a young soldier suddenly screamed in panic: "Look at me!"

People subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed, and saw an invisible barrier in an area that seemed to be twisting, and it was twisting more and more violently, as if it was about to be broken through by the power of ice and fire!

This discovery immediately panicked the soldiers.

Murray snorted heavily, drew out his sword and slashed horizontally. The young soldier who was panicking didn't hum. He was pierced through his heart with a sword. Murray's cold and solemn gaze swept across everyone and said angrily: "What a panic! Stand up honestly for me. Whoever dares to talk nonsense will end up with him!"

He turned around and looked at the faintly distorted invisible barrier. A faint worry flashed in his eyes, and was immediately replaced by firmness.

As the distortion became greater and greater, at one moment, the mini white tower standing on the city wall suddenly lit up!

Within the field of view, tens of thousands of mini towers burst out with dazzling light. White light lit up on the top of the tower, and then violently shot out a thin white beam and merged into the invisible barrier.

White light shot in, like ink dropping on white paper, dyeing the originally transparent and invisible barrier into pure white. It also outlines the shape and size of the entire barrier.

It turned out to be a huge inverted bowl-shaped light cover, covering the entire holy city!

The source of power of the white light shield should be those numerous mini white towers!

Durand pursed his lips, his face became serious, and then slowly uttered a word: "God, holy, wall, barrier."

The sacred barrier, this is the real reason why the Central Holy City is known as the "never fallen city". The city wall is just a symbolic defense. This sacred barrier that seems to be frivolous but is actually indestructible is the real reliance of the Holy City. Because of the existence of the sacred barrier, Durand's trip to the Central Holy City will not be favored by some people who know the inside story.

The sacred barrier means the most extreme defense power of the entire plane.

According to legend, those small towers were set up by the first generation of sacred eternal warlocks in the same era as the first generation of Paladins, and were the formation eyes and core of the sacred barrier. Later, after generations of sacred eternal warlocks, and with the daily power of the sun absorbed over the years, the defense of the sacred barriers has been so strong that even the demigods cannot break it.

This generation of Paladins has tried privately. He was holding the magic weapon Yonghui Cross Gun and could not break through the barriers with one full force.

The attack power of the Yonghui Cross Gun is indeed powerful, but the sacred barrier is a product of history and is the result of unremitting improvements by generations of sacred Yonghui warlocks. Even the young Sellers made considerable contributions to the improvement of the sacred barrier.

The mini white tower absorbs the power of light from the sun's light every day. The amount accumulated over the years is definitely an astronomical figure!

Moreover, it is said that before each generation of sacred eternal warlocks dies, they will pour their lifelong power into the sacred barrier formation. Many ordinary eternal warlocks will also make the same choice before they die.

This is Yonghui's reliance.

Faced with the almost insurmountable sacred barrier, Yonghui's morale was greatly boosted, and cheers came one after another on the city wall. Murray also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In contrast, the army of the Pastor City, they looked at the inverted bowl-shaped sacred barrier with a huge coverage area, and could not speak.

Many of them suddenly recalled what the scar man who attacked the Holy City at night said: "The Holy City cannot be defeated! Durand is pushing you to die! Haha, you dying idiots!"

Even the Mucheng Car, the Mucheng powerful men who were closer to Durand, couldn't help but think: Is this kind of defense really possible to break through?

Just as the Holy City was filled with joy and the Pastoral City was silent, Durand's laughter suddenly spread throughout the battlefield.

He laughed very happily, and his laughter loudly, suppressing everyone's voices. How could this be the sound that human bodies could make? It was simply a human-shaped dragon roaring!

He seemed to have seen the most ridiculous thing in the world. Gradually, he almost laughed from his horse's back to the ground. He pointed at Murray in anger. The soldiers on the city walls said, "Why are you laughing? You are so fucking face? Haha, hahaha, don't think about what you look like now? - A turtle shy! Do you understand? A turtle shy!! Just him// Mom knows hiding in the shell, laughing! Smile! Still laughing!?"

Durand finally took a breath, sat firmly on the horse's back, patted his palms, and made a crisp and loud sound. It seemed to whip Murray and others hard on the faces.

With his clapping sounds, a man was taken out of the rear army.

The man was wearing tattered knight armor, with blood stains on his hair, weak breath, and pale face. He wore a shackle formed by the power of ice and fire on his neck, which was the Great Knight Mirande.

His appearance made the city defense soldiers exclaim again, and Murray's face turned gloomy.

Durand smiled with satisfaction, but his eyes were cold as a knife, and his words were like sharp swords, and he pierced into the hearts of the city defenders:

"This is your great knight, the great knight Mirand, whom you Yonghui is proud of!"

"But he is my prisoner now, and you, you cowards, can only watch!"

"Holy City? Haha. The joke, I think it should be called Turtle Shell!"

His words immediately worked. Although many people knew that this was a method of provoking, they still couldn't help but their anger surged.

On the side of the Mucheng, most of the soldiers were strong men from the dark world. When they heard Durand laughing and scolding in front of the formation, they also started to curse. All kinds of mocking and insulting words emerged one after another. They turned into torrents and rushed towards the city wall.

This scolding cannot be stopped by the sacred barrier.

The soldiers on the Holy City were getting more and more angry, but no one had the courage to go out of the city to fight. At this moment, a furious voice suddenly rang on the city wall: "Durand! What did you say?!"

"Hmm?" Durand looked up.

I saw a young and handsome young man strode up the city.

The handsome young man was wearing a white robe, with a tall figure, and his strength was ordinary. He looked only level 3 or 4. His aura was very frivolous and his face was very pale. Perhaps because of his long-term indulgence in wine and color, his pair of eye bags somewhat destroyed the beauty of the whole face.

But this young man actually had a double cross emblem on his chest!

"Ha. It's a bit interesting..." Durand smiled faintly.

After studying Yonghui's internal system, he knew very well what the Double Cross Emblem meant - this young man who seemed very weak should have a power and status in the Holy City as comparable to members of the Council or members of the Presbyterian Church!

When Murray saw the young man appear, he was immediately surprised and said, "Mr. Jelf, why are you... you are here? Go back quickly, you are as noble as you can't come to such a place!"

"Why can't I come?!" The young man was so angry that he looked like a lion, turning his head to stare at Durand, still with his innate arrogance in his rage, "I said, are you the lord of the Bird City, Durand?"

Durand smiled indifferently about the rudeness of the young man, and even felt a little lucky. He had such a provocation that he had no hope for, but could really work if he had such a hot-headed guy who was just ignorant at first.

The sacred barrier also has its weaknesses. No matter how strong its defense is, it cannot withstand the attacks of the powerful demigods indefinitely.

In other words, as long as Durand keeps attacking, there will always be a time to exhaust the energy of the sacred barrier. But this may take a lot of time, so Durand plans to try other means first, such as the provocation method. If it doesn't work, then use brute force to break the barrier.

Although this barrier is said to be impossible to break even the queen, Durand thinks that with the double sword clone, he may be stronger than the queen in terms of attack power...

He smiled calmly, looked at the young man on the top of the city and said, "Who is your lord?"

"I'm Jelf." The young man raised his chin slightly and said coldly, "Jerf Alex. Level 4 Yonghui Warlock! I think you should know who I am."

“…”

Durand thought about it carefully for a long time, but he really couldn't think of how he "should" know the other person.

Besides, at this age, I have to show off my level 4, so do I have to show it out? I have to put it in Sendro, who is twenty-five or six years old, and I am only level 4? It’s too late to hide it!

But he still thought calmly for a while, then his face moved slightly and said, "So that's it. Your surname is 'Alex'. What's your relationship with the twelfth Paladin?"

Jelf showed a smile of "You are quite common sense" and his chin was vaguely raised higher. Because he was standing on the city wall of more than ten meters high, he could stand upright if he directly faced Durand with his nostrils.

He took a deep breath and said proudly: "The Paladin of the previous generation is my great-great-great-grandfather!"

After saying that, Jelf looked at Durand, waiting for the other party's amazement.

However, the expected surprise and respect did not appear on Durand's face. Durand had no expression, but a hint of depression and helplessness appeared in his eyes.

Great-great-great-grandfather...

After several generations, you can still have such a strong sense of superiority... This is really admirable!

After sighing for a while, Durand shook his head and said, "I have also heard of the title of the 12th Paladin. Well, if I remember correctly, I should be the weakest Paladin in Yonghui's history, right?"

Jerff's face suddenly stiffened.

Durand seemed to have not seen it and continued, "...The weakest Paladin who seems to have been stuck in the early stage of the Saint for the rest of his life, but in his later years he wanted to gamble and challenge the demigod realm, but ended up killing himself?"

After deliberately pausing, Durand looked at Jelf, who was already trembling with anger, and sighed and said, "I have indeed admired Daming for a long time - to your great-great-grandfather!!"
Chapter completed!