Chapter 599 There is no way to pretend not to hear!
Facing six powerful enemies who have never joined forces before, the best way is of course to defeat them individually.◎,
The common hatred is the reason why they join forces. This cannot hide the unfamiliarity of their cooperation. Since they are six strong people, there are naturally strong and weak. Some dare to go all out, while others are cautious and tentative.
Almost as soon as the six rays of light blasted out, those with a discerning eye could already see the flaw.
Londel didn't use this opportunity to seize the opponent's flaw!
Seize the flaw and defeat the enemy, one or two at most. This cannot show his ferocious power.
What he wants is a complete defeat!
"Hahahaha" accompanied by Rondel's wild laughter, golden ripples appeared in the void naturally, and with the surge of ripples, countless tiny flames with metallic light suddenly appeared in the air.
These bright yellow flames with a golden sheen condensed together quickly, forming countless shining golden weapons in less than one hundredth of a second, including almost everything including swords, guns, swords and halberds!
Its bright cold light makes people forget that the essence of these weapons is flame.
This special effect is even cooler than Raven’s copycat [Treasure of the God of War]!
"Drink!" As Rondel exhaled, a storm of weapons shot out!
This should be the realm of flames, but it makes people feel that this should be the realm of gold in the metal realm!
There is a sense of trance where the two realms are perfectly integrated.
Facing the torrential rain of weapons that swept over thousands of armies, the momentum of the six rays of light was involuntarily dampened.
The attack of the six rays of light was not over yet, but Rondel's counterattack was coming soon, and thousands of golden weapons fell like thunder, with such momentum that it seemed that the entire arena would be blown into pieces.
The scene was as if a huge wave was shattered by another apocalyptic wave that came in completely without any thought, and was pushed back abruptly.
Regardless of whether what was coming from the opposite side was the power of a holy-level move or magic, Londel counterattacked them all with a strange golden flame field.
Mana shield? Broken!
Steel wall? Broken!
Stone wall? Broken!
Dodge? Watch where you dodge!
More golden flame weapons were transformed and joined the metal storm. The attack did not stop, but the intensity increased several times in just a few seconds.
In the face of this domain of divine power that is not inferior to ordinary weak gods, no strong man's domain can resist his almost crazy attack.
After a few seconds, the arena was cleared, leaving only rubble on the ground and a few dying saintly warriors.
Yes, Rondel didn't kill them, he just pierced all their hands and feet.
The flame weapons that penetrated the opponent's body did not explode, but simply scorched all the wounds and left them scabbed.
If they were mortals, this injury alone would be fatal.
But they are strong men in the holy realm, painful but not fatal.
Rondel defeated them without any joy, as if he had not defeated a group of strong opponents, but just kicked away a stone that blocked him on the road.
After beating them down, as if he had cleared away the obstacles in front of him, Rondel began to walk leisurely towards the guest seats of the Seven Empires, which were high up, thirty meters high. It was not that he was flying across the sky, but every step he took.
, there was a step-like golden crystal stone appearing out of thin air under his feet.
The edge of the ladder is still extending towards the ground. The flame appears out of thin air and hangs straight to the ground, turning the rootless ladder into a ladder leading from the mortal world to the supreme flame throne.
That... is simply the ladder of kings!
Thirty-six huge magic lamps the size of carriages were driven in the huge arena that could accommodate 100,000 people, illuminating the entire arena like daylight. In the VIP hall, the crystal chandeliers exuded bright light, which was reflected in the polished
The very smooth, flawless marble floor makes the entire VIP hall look magnificent.
The dignitaries and distinguished guests from various countries all stopped talking at this moment, and the air seemed extremely silent. Everyone looked at Londel, who was so arrogant that the top of the golden staircase was higher than the VIP seat.
The whole place was also silent. It was as if Londel was the only one in the huge place. Of course, no one would welcome his arrogant move.
Such a golden platform clearly means that his status is higher than that of the kings of the seven human empires.
The strong men of the Sanctuary who had just been defeated by Rondel and nailed to the ground by golden weapons felt the raging fire of hatred burning in their chests.
However, the physical pain, entanglement, and despair extinguished the flames of anger that should have burned everything in the world to ashes. The fear of the strongest even defeated any salvation and healing of faith at this moment.
Holy water for wounds.
The losers lowered their heads.
The strong men of the country who stood beside the king and served the king lowered their heads.
Even the powerful demigod Amostor of the Faerun Empire, who was recognized as the strongest among the powerful people in the country, couldn't help but take half a step back.
That is cowardice! Cowardice towards a strong man who cannot be defeated!
The cowardice of their own strong men further inflamed the inner anger of every imperial king or prince or grand duke. Is it cheap to raise these strong men? One-tenth of the national treasury revenue every year goes into the pockets of these strong men who control the country. The key point is
At that time, why did one, two, three, and four of them look like lost dogs, with their tails between their legs and not daring to say a word!?
The hands of kings are trembling.
They already had a bad premonition about what Londel would say next.
Sure enough, Londel once again made a surprising statement!
"Humble mortals, have you seen this? This is the strength of the king! This is the strength of Rondel Augustus Skywalker, the peerless strongman who will lead you to the future! Worship me, mortals! I declare that here
For a moment, everyone in this city and your belongings will become sacrifices to me! Your women will be used by me at will! If anyone does not surrender to me, I will tell him what is
destroy!!"
The heartless declaration, like thunder, buzzed in everyone's ears, and the vast spiritual impact almost shattered every will.
Rondel's golden eyes were burning coldly. They were not the eyes looking at his subjects, nor were they the eyes of a king facing his subjects in a broad sense. The arrogance in those eyes was entirely to win over a group of cannon fodder that he believed to be ants.
The look in his eyes.
The divine light emitted by those eyes was so majestic and cruel that anyone would feel uncomfortable.
What followed was the endless coercion released from him!
The pressure of the peerless strong man!
An unparalleled momentum swept over the sky, and the terrifying weight was like kneeling on the chest, with a thousand kilograms of stone on the shoulders, making it suffocating.
One spectator knelt down, ten knelt down, a hundred knelt down, thousands of spectators knelt down, and then hundreds of thousands of spectators knelt down. Even if there was not enough space to kneel down, they all knelt down in the best way possible.
The humble bowing gesture expresses surrender to this peerless strong man.
"You actually want me, Grand Duke Galilil of Mosha, to surrender to you!? Do you know that our Mosha Empire embodies the will of the great god of tyranny, Bane!?" The first person appeared at the VIP table
Opposing voices.
This voice is nothing less than a shot in the arm for the struggling kings.
Yes! There are gods behind us!
However……
What he got was Rondel laughing wildly: "Hahaha! Then let Ben come down and fight me in person! Ben! Do you hear that? I'm going to steal your followers now! Do you dare to come down and fight with me in person?
A fight with Londel? Or, since you died with Thom, have you lost the courage to die personally?"
"Huh!" A cold snort with indifference and disdain suddenly came from the sky.
Everyone seemed to see a rough green giant projection flashing through the void. Another terrifying pressure came and went away just as quickly.
Then there was silence.
Anyone with some common sense knows that Bane has shrunk his eggs. Rondel is right, since he and Thom died together, Bane hates the arrival of gods. Compared with the behind-the-scenes manipulation, Bane almost rejects all forms of arrival. If
If there is an opponent that the battle avatar cannot defeat, Bane will give up without hesitation.
Obviously, the strength of this mysterious Rondel is even higher than that of Bane's fighting incarnation.
Oh my god! How strong is Londel?
Bane's combat incarnation is already equivalent to the body of a weak god with divine power. Could it be said that Londel's strength is still higher than that of a weak god with divine power!?
At this moment, the blood on the faces of all the strong men and kings disappeared.
Gods generally focus on their own fields. Except for gods like Ben who are keen on royal power, there are few gods who will specifically come out to protect a king because of royal power. Perhaps the noble goddess Sheenworth will pay attention,
It's a pity that what Bane can't do, what can a mere Sheenworth with weak divine power do?
"This is unfair..." As the organizer, the King of Faerun Empire, Faerun 78, said tremblingly.
"Hahahahaha" Rondel's wild laughter shook the entire arena: "Fairness? Fairness is just an illusion created by those cowardly lawful gods to deceive you weaklings! As weaklings, in front of me, a peerless strong man, there are only two
A choice: Surrender! Or destroy! Anyone here kneel down and offer your woman to me! Offer everything you have, or die to me!"
The strong men were heartbroken.
The kings are in despair!
The kings looked at me and I looked at you, and they all saw the despair in each other's eyes. They moved slowly and finally left their seats.
There are four kings of the empire here. If they all kneel down, it will be a huge shame in human history.
However, at this moment, a leisurely male voice came.
The sound was so ethereal, like the sound of bells coming from a bell tower on a distant mountain in the morning mist. It seemed far away and yet near, completely elusive. It seemed to everyone that the source of the sound was very close at hand.
"Everyone here kneels down to you? Dedicate my woman? Dedicate everything I have? I can't pretend not to hear these words!" (To be continued.)
ps: Let me reiterate, in terms of the plot, I will write it as follows: "Scarlett didn't give away the white hair". sf0916
