"Long live, long live!"
"Long live the king!"
On the top of the city of Chambord, which had been silent for a long time, countless heavily armed Chambord soldiers raised their weapons high and shouted frantically, like flames erupting from the ground. The shouts of five or six thousand people far exceeded The noise and roar of the Barcelona people who are several times larger than themselves.
For any Chambord, King Alexander is an invincible god in their hearts.
As long as there is such a king, they will not back down in the slightest no matter they face any enemy, even a demon from hell.
They are willing to die for such a king.
This is a kind of religious fanaticism that is close to faith...
"King Chambord!"
Busquez spat out the name word for word.
His face, like the other companions around him, became serious in an instant.
Just the four words 'Alexander' gave them endless pressure.
Pedro still clearly remembers the catastrophe that the void golden sword array in the Byzantine Bay brought to the [Spear of the Sea God] fleet, and clearly remembers that he spent a lot of effort to disintegrate that sword array of hardships.
That was the power left by King Chambord nearly a year ago.
If he faced this terrifying man directly at this time, would he have a chance of winning
As for Busquez, Alves and others, when they broke St. Petersburg, there was a sentence that almost made cocoons in their ears-"Chambor King Alexander will avenge us!"
These words were spoken by [Red Beard] Granero who is still half-dead and tortured, by the second prince Domingos who died heroically and heroically for his country, and by the Zeus who died in countless heroic battles. It was spoken by generals Nit, nobles, soldiers, and commoners, and it was even spoken by Emperor Yassin, who was so majestic that the four of them could not stop him with their joint efforts.
It seems that every Chambord person firmly believes that King Chambord Alexander has the ability to revenge.
And today, the man who pinned all the hopes of the Zenit people finally appeared.
His appearance was so shocking.
With one hand, a light push almost wiped out a four-winged battle angel whose combat power was comparable to that of a god.
To what extent has King Chambord's strength reached? …
"Haha, you came at the right time. I am still worried that you will escape. Since you finally stopped being a coward, then today is the right time to completely eradicate you, a traitor to the Holy See, and let your evil believers see it with their own eyes. To the scene where you are torn apart by the four-winged angel, the warrior of God!"
Infantino, the silver-cloaked priest whose face was slightly pale due to excessive force throwing, laughed confidently.
Unlike others, he didn't take Fei in his eyes at all.
After suffering several big losses from Fei in a row, he thought that the Holy See knew Fei's true strength like the back of the palm of his hand.
"Oh, is it so?"
The corner of Fei's mouth drew a sneering arc: "I am also looking forward to such a scene, but, who is the real traitor is not up to you, nor are the two old dogs Platini and Blatter. It's up to you."
"Arrogance!"
Infantino yelled sharply: "The Pope has the final say, so who has the final say?"
Fei smiled slightly: "Of course it's... me!"
The voice did not fall.
call!
He stretched out his hand and waved slightly.
There wasn't any shocking power escaping out, and everyone just felt a flash in front of them.
When I took a closer look, Infantino, the silver-robed divine master who was proud and domineering just a second ago, was already held by Fei by the neck and held in his hands by Fei for some reason, as if he was holding a dead dog.
"grown ups… "
The other ten demigod-level masters exclaimed.
With their strength, they didn't even see clearly how Infantino was captured, and they never had time to help from the beginning to the end.
Busquez and the others even changed their complexions, and their mouths grew too big to speak.
terrible!
What kind of strength is this
A distance of a thousand meters, with every gesture, he instantly captured a demigod-level mid-level peak extreme powerhouse...
Could it be that he has become a god
Almost subconsciously, the intense danger signs in their hearts made several Barcelona extreme powerhouses retreat at the same time, opening a distance of more than 2,000 meters to prevent Fei's sudden attack.
"you… "
Infantino was furious with embarrassment, his old face flushed.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides, Sun Fei choked his neck like a dead dog, such a shame and humiliation, it almost made this high-ranking silver-robed priest vomit three liters of old blood.
And this shame and indignation quickly turned into fear.
Because Infantino found that Fei's palm was like a prison for the gods, no matter how he struggled and went mad, he couldn't break free at all.
"Buzz..."
Between heaven and earth, the involuntary exclamation of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides resounded.
far away.
Vision reappears.
The four-winged battle angel that was knocked away by Fei's hand finally stabilized slowly in the void. Instead of being shattered and annihilated, it began to recover slowly.
Wisps of bright energy between heaven and earth surged towards the four-winged battle angels like a tide. The remaining energy of those two-winged battle angels that fell in the battle with the secret gold magic puppets before gathered between the heavens and the earth. Winged Battle Angel's body.
Not to mention that, the remaining dozen or so female battle angels with two wings were also attracted by this strange gravitational force, and their bodies were torn apart, turning into streams of silver-white energy, which were absorbed by the four-winged battle angels.
At the time of the first battle, a new pair of silver wings began to slowly appear behind the four-winged battle angel.
This is... purification
By absorbing the power of the same kind, the level of purification was carried out
The fighting tool from heaven really has its unique and terrifying features.
"Evil, I feel strong evil!"
The seraphim battle angel was shrouded in dazzling silver light.
It's just that this flame, which was supposed to be holy and peaceful, looked hideous and terrifying because it was too hot. His voice was not mechanical, but full of murderous intent and violence.
"Pagan God, let go of the believers of the King of Light, otherwise, you will be punished by the light!"
The breath of the seraph's body is like a god coming to the dust.
Such a change made this another variable.
below.
The low morale of the Barcelona people rose again, and a look of surprise appeared on the faces of Busquez and others.
But at the head of Chambord City, Old Aryan, Brooke, Best and others all held their breath, their hearts started beating rapidly again, sweating for His Majesty the King.
Even more rapid than their heartbeat is Piazon, who is mixed among the Barcelona people.
"King Chambord, you must persevere, and you must not be defeated... The bloody feud of the Zenit Empire can only depend on you!"