At this time, Froslai asked. Everyone had entered the Golden City, but their next move was unknown.
"Let's take a walk around first."
Enzo pondered for a moment and said, "At least make sure that the Golden Mountain God is in this city. We are considering whether to cause trouble for each other."
"good!"
Everyone said in unison that this time the wizard team went to the Lost Continent. Although the position of captain was not clearly divided, everyone knew that Enzo was in charge.
After all, among everyone, Enzo is the most powerful.
At the same time, he is also the only Conqueror Holy Soul Wizard. The strength of just one person exceeds that of Froslai and Evelin combined.
Seeing what Enzo said, everyone began to wander around the Golden City.
During this period, Froslai has been paying attention to the Pelican God. In his understanding, the other party belongs to the God King Society. Although he is now controlled by Enzo, he may not be able to guarantee absolute loyalty. If he is playing tricks, he must be killed as soon as possible.
But in fact, Froslai's considerations were redundant.
The Pelican God controlled by Enzo's magic has no ability to resist at all, and it would be easy for Enzo to kill him.
On the street, Enzo was thoughtful.
"Maybe...this is the rule of the wizarding world."
Enzo sighed in his heart. During the journey to the Lost Continent, he met the Octopus God and the Pelican God. These two gods were both gods born in the Third Age.
Unlike those ancient gods, both the Octopus God and the Pelican God are extremely weak.
Therefore, Enzo speculated in his mind that since the ancestor of wizards incarnated the will of the world's rules and wizard civilization has become the ruler of the world, the gods are no longer suitable for this world. Except for those ancient gods, the newly born gods have become very weak.
Existences like the Octopus God and the Pelican God are not even comparable to the indigenous gods of the general world.
While they were thinking, everyone came to a square. The crowds were surging forward, and many golden bicycle frames appeared on the street. The people living in the Golden City were rejoicing, as if they were experiencing a grand festival.
"What's going on?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.
"It's a killing celebration!"
The Pelican God quickly explained in a low voice, "This is the rule of the Golden City. On the last day of every month, the Golden City will hold a killing celebration!"
"It is said that it is to worship the god of killing!"
Hearing the words of the Pelican God, Enzo was thoughtful.
It seems that the Golden Mountain God Philaro is really loyal to the God of Slaughter, and even now he has not given up his plan to resurrect the God of Slaughter.
The so-called killing ceremony is specially prepared for the god of killing.
In ancient times, the God of Killing was a god who advocated blood and fighting. In order to please the God of Killing, his followers would hold such killing celebrations every major festival, allowing people to kill each other to express their respect for the God of Killing.
Respect.
In this way, the God of Killing can gain the power of faith.
Nowadays, the God of Slaughter has long since fallen, but Philalo, the God of the Golden Mountain, still retains this traditional custom after establishing the Golden City.
Obviously, he still inherits the will of the God of Slaughter.
“Come over and have a look!”
Enzo looked at the surging crowd around him, then greeted Froslai and others, and walked towards the killing celebration.
Not long after, following the flow of people, Enzo and others came to a place similar to an arena.
This arena is extremely large, with an auditorium large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. The central area is an open space where the killing ceremony is held.
"snort!"
Seeing such a large venue, Evelin snorted coldly. As early as ancient times, there were many places like this in the wizarding world.
At that time, humans were still ants at the feet of the gods.
Even without any reason, just for fun, the gods can let thousands of people kill each other. For them, the meaning of the existence of all things is to serve themselves, and no matter how many lives they have, they are worthless.
Everyone sat in the audience one by one.
The killing celebrations that are held every other month have long been customary in the Golden City. Therefore, although many people attended this killing celebration, the opening process was very simple. It was just an old man wearing a golden robe.
After telling a few oracles, it was announced to begin.
"That rascal?"
Looking at the golden old man in the open space, Evelin frowned slightly. The man actually exuded an aura similar to that of a fourth-order life form.
"Servant of God!"
Next to him, Froslai nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "It seems that this person is the servant of the Golden Mountain God Filaluo. He was given part of his power by the other party, so he gained the strength of a fourth-level life form, but it is not a real one."
Fourth-order life form."
After hearing what Froslai said, Evelin nodded slightly.
There were many so-called servants of gods in ancient times. Almost every god liked to cultivate his own successors in the human world. By giving his power to mortals, they could become extraordinary beings, but the essence of life would not change.
.
Simply put, the power of the servants of God comes from the gods.
Evelin could feel that the golden-robed old man was exuding the aura of a fourth-level life form, but it did not mean that he was really a fourth-level life form.
All the power of the golden-robed old man comes from the golden mountain god Philaro.
Since this kind of power can be given, it can naturally still be withdrawn. As long as the Golden Mountain God Filaluo is dissatisfied, he can withdraw the power given by him at any time, and the ending that awaits the old man must be death.
Even carrying the power of gods in a mortal body is an act of suicide in itself.
For the Golden Mountain God Filaluo, this old man in gold robes, the so-called servant of the god, is actually just a puppet. The purpose of giving power to him is to make him better serve himself. Other than that, there is nothing
Any reason.
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The gods will never trust mortals. To the ancient gods, even the most loyal believers are essentially nothing more than ants.
The old man in gold robes in front of him has the strength of a fourth-level life form, but he is not a true immortal life.
Strictly speaking, he is just a puppet of the Golden Mountain God Feralo, but he only has his own will.
"...The great killing celebration officially begins from now on!"
The old man in gold robe spoke enthusiastically, enjoying the cheers of the people, and loudly said: "Let us welcome this killing celebration with the most devout faith!"
While speaking, the old man in golden robe clapped his hands.
Immediately afterwards, the doors on both sides of the arena slowly opened, and with a loud sound and the sound of the earth shaking slightly, a bipedal flying dragon slowly walked out.
In the audience, people suddenly cheered.
A third-level life form, a bipedal flying dragon, a creature with the blood of a giant dragon. Although it is not a true dragon, it still possesses extremely powerful combat power.
Roar!
At this time, the bipedal flying dragon, bound by chains, appeared in the open space in the center of the arena amid the cheers of everyone.
Wow!
The two-legged flying dragon looked very restless, trying hard to break free from the iron chains on his body, but was unable to succeed. He stared at the old man in gold robe and roared one after another.
In this regard, the old man in golden robe didn't care at all.
"Next, let's invite the Golden Fist O'Callen!"
The old man in golden robe said loudly, and from the door on the other side, a strong man three meters tall came out, his skin exuding a golden luster.
"Golden Fist!"
"Golden Fist!"
"Lord O'Callen!"
The surrounding spectators burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. This so-called Golden Fist O'Kalun seemed to have greater influence than the old man in gold robe.
After the opponent appeared on the stage, everyone showed fanatical expressions.
Enzo stared at the Golden Fist O'Callen, with a trace of thought on his face, and murmured: "Is it the bloodline of the Golden Mountain God Filaro?"
"Looks like he's the one with divine blood!"
Next to him, Froslai also nodded slightly. He could feel a trace of the aura of the gods from the Golden Fist Feralo.
Unlike the old man in golden robe, the aura of Golden Fist is even more peculiar.
The opponent obviously has the bloodline of a god, and the power of this bloodline most likely comes from the Golden Mountain God Philaro.
However, this Golden Fist O'Kalun seems to be still very young.
Judging from the appearance, the other party is only about forty years old, has a very strong aura, and has a life level of about level three.
According to Lost Continent, the Golden Fist belongs to the demigod level.
After appearing on the stage, O'Kalun, the Golden Fist, enjoyed the cheers of the people while looking at the two-legged dragon not far away.
"It seems that you are my prey today!"
O'Callen laughed twice, and then he couldn't wait to start the battle. His body, which was more than three meters tall, rushed towards the bipedal dragon like a little giant.
In the open space, the old man in gold robe smiled.
Then, he waved his hand, and the iron chain restraining the two-legged dragon was broken, and at the same time, a stream of powder surged towards the two-legged dragon.
Suddenly, the eyes of the giant bipedal dragon turned bleeding red.
As if falling into a violent state, the bipedal dragon let out an ear-splitting roar, and faced O'Callen who was not far away and faced him without any courtesy.
A fierce battle broke out in an instant.
"bring it on!"
O'Kalun, the Golden Fist, was obviously very confident in his own strength. With his strong and powerful arms, he grabbed the neck of the flying dragon and threw the opponent directly.
Then O'Callen laughed loudly.
I saw him jumping up and rushing towards the flying dragon in mid-air. His ferocious fist suddenly hit the flying dragon.
Bang!
Along with a violent sound, a large pit seemed to appear on the ground. The scales of the two-legged flying dragon were penetrated, and blood spilled on the ground. However, this level of damage was obviously not enough to kill the two-legged dragon.
Flying dragon.
In the multiverse, the dragons and titans have always been known for their powerful vitality.
Although the flying dragon is not a real dragon, it still has a trace of dragon blood, so naturally it cannot be killed so easily.
Immediately, the two-legged flying dragon roared angrily, opened its bloody mouth and spit out a stream of flames.
"Yo! I can also breathe dragon breath."
In the audience, Evelin raised her eyebrows, seemingly a little surprised. The wyverns were only sub-dragon creatures, and not the entire group could use dragon breath attacks.
And this bipedal flying dragon has reached the level of a third-level life form.
Being able to use dragon breath proves that the dragon blood in its body is very strong, so its combat power is far superior to that of ordinary flying dragons.
On the opposite side, Golden Fist O'Kalun cannot dodge.
Facing the fierce dragon's breath, he showed a look of enthusiasm, but suddenly opened his arms and raised his chest to meet the impact of the dragon's breath.
"bring it on!"
Golden Fist O'Kalun roared loudly, and the clothes on his body were burned by the flames and turned into ashes, revealing his golden body.
At this time, Golden Fist O'Kalun finally entered combat mode.
His eyes showed a golden color, and the blood of the gods in his body was completely stimulated.
"Come again!"
Golden Fist O'Kalun roared and rushed towards the bipedal dragon, and the golden iron fist was blasted out unceremoniously.
Bang!
The two-legged flying dragon was directly knocked away and hit the wall of the arena hard. It finally got up, with a trace of fear flashing in its blood-red eyes.
It is also a third-level life form, but the combat power of the bipedal flying dragon is obviously not as good as that of the Golden Fist Okarun.
Relying on the blessing of the divine bloodline, the opponent can explode into astonishing combat power. There is a huge gap between the two.
Feeling the threat of the Golden Fist, the flying dragon hesitated and retreated.
However, Golden Fist O'Kalun will not let the opponent go easily. This killing celebration to worship the God of Killing must be completed with blood and death. Therefore, even if the two-legged flying dragon surrenders, Golden Fist O'Kalun will not let go easily.
It's impossible to let the other person go.
Immediately, Golden Fist O'Kalun jumped up.
The body that had completely turned into a golden body looked extremely dazzling in mid-air. People in the surrounding auditorium burst into cheers. The Golden Fist O'Kalun obviously enjoyed this treatment very much, and the Iron Fist did not hesitate to smash it.
A wyvern heading towards the ground.
boom!
This punch directly broke the backbone of the flying dragon, causing it to let out a painful scream, and then raised its head, with a pleading luster in its eyes.
However, Golden Fist O'Kalun laughed ferociously.
Immediately afterwards, he opened the mouth of the flying dragon with both hands, and then suddenly exerted force, tearing open the upper and lower jaws of the flying dragon. The blood was splashed on the earth. The flying dragon, which was comparable to a demigod, was killed like this.
And die.
However, the people in Golden City are obviously used to such cruel scenes.
O'Kalun, the Golden Fist, obviously also enjoyed this scene very much, bathing in the blood of the flying dragon, with a trace of satisfaction on his face.
At the same time, the old man in golden robe also appeared again.
The two-legged flying dragon is just the appetizer for this killing ceremony. Next, more fights are needed to express respect for the God of Slaughter. In the surrounding dungeons, one monster after another is released, heading towards the Golden Fist.
