At this moment, the most outstanding legend in the Northern Territory, the founder of the Zenit Empire, fell from the clouds to the mortal world, from a god to a mortal with his own emotions.
After the words fell, the golden phantom retracted into the scroll and disappeared.
Krystal stayed where he was in disbelief, his eyes glazed over, and he fell into a state of confusion.
remorse? incredible
Still resentful
The indistinguishable emotions instantly flooded him like a tide, suffocating him.
"No, father... poof!"
He opened his mouth to spit out a large amount of shocking blood, fell to the ground, and passed out.
In the hall, there was a terrible silence.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Alexander, pay homage to His Majesty Alexander..."
The two ministers who had defected before knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Fei with flattery faces.
Fei's expression was indifferent: "A thing like you is also worthy of paying homage to this king?"
The voice did not fall.
Boom!
The two flattering ministers exploded instantly like blown balloons. The blood plasma and bone fragments turned into red mist and disappeared into the air before they hit the ground.
Dozens of other ministers were paralyzed in place in fright.
They were pouring out feces and urine one by one, daring not to stand up or kneel, but bent over and pestered on the spot, with a terrified look on their faces.
Some of the more timid ones were so frightened that they passed out.
Fei didn't pay any attention to them.
He rested his chin on his right hand, looked a little tired, and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was waiting for something.
outside the palace.
The roars and growls became louder and louder, mixed with the screams and wailing of the Barcelona people.
With the help of the silver crystal war spirit in Chambord City and other strong men, the Barcelona army of less than 50,000 stationed in the imperial capital has no resistance at all.
It is conceivable what kind of methods those Zenit civilians, who are extremely angry, will use to deal with these demons who burned their houses and slaughtered their relatives. Solution to hatred.
After the angry flame is ignited, the power that erupts is absolutely terrifying.
At this speed, St. Petersburg will return to the control of the Zenit before it gets dark.
Time passed slowly.
Outside the palace, the turmoil of angry voices finally tended to gradually decrease.
In the sky, a round of red sun was like blood, sprinkled with red light, illuminating the earth, coating the broken city walls and the collapsed statues of St. Petersburg with the color of running water.
That is at this time.
In the sky, bursts of bursts and explosions suddenly sounded like rolling thunder, resounding through the earth.
Then, in the blood-colored sky, dozens of figures swaying rapidly appeared.
The energy of the fierce battle destroyed everything in the sky.
Ten minutes later, these figures slowly descended towards the ground, impartially, and happened to land in Zenit Imperial Palace, the main hall where Fei was located.
The figures are divided into two groups standing still.
Surrounding them were twenty silver spar battle spirits led by the strong Dagras Mastiff clan and Basturk, the Hell Demon Armor.
And in the middle, there are Busquez, Alves, Pedro and Mascherano, with panicked looks, weak and disordered breath, torn clothes, and ashen faces.
"Is it finally here?"
Sun Fei sat obliquely on the imperial throne, condescending, overlooking the four extreme powerhouses, his tone was cold, full of trembling power.
Busquez took a deep breath, with complex lights shining in his eyes, he stepped forward lightly, and said word by word: "A-Alex-San-Da-"
Fei Fei nodded: "It's me."
"Unexpectedly, Busquez traveled across the Western Regions, and stepped into a desperate situation in a remote and small country like Zenit in the Northern Region."
Busquez calmed down slowly, slowly circulated all the strength in his body, trying his best to recover his strength, delaying time, and then said: "It's just that although you are very strong, you may kill us, but you still can't save Ze Nit, because, you are not yet Messi's opponent, because he has already... "
"Oh, correct me a little bit."
Fei looked condescendingly at the four strong men in Barcelona, shook his head and said, "It's not that I might kill you, but today, I will definitely kill you. Do you think I will let you go back?"
"Then you have to pay a sufficient price. It is not an easy matter to want four demigod-level powerhouses to fall."
Having said that, Busquez is already fighting furiously.
Although he is an extremely strong man who tends to be strategic, his real combat power is not weak at all. After being cornered, he can still erupt with terrifying strength.
"Yeah?"
Fei suddenly got up.
As he stood up, an indescribable and terrifying pressure immediately spread from his body.
Busquez and the others all changed their expressions drastically, their figures swayed, and the fighting spirit on their bodies flickered frantically.
Because the aura on Fei's body began to climb continuously, as if there was no end, it rose sharply and crazily, and climbed past the peak of the middle-level demigod level in an instant, and still did not stop, improving at a faster speed.
The aura of power, so majestic and vast that even demigod-level powerhouses feel terrified, spread from Fei's body like a hurricane.
So much so that Busquez and others had to fully use their own power to fight.
In a certain moment, Busquez and Pedro felt that they were like monkeys being crushed under the boulder, and they might be crushed into pieces by this terrible momentum at any time.
What made them even more terrified was that the momentum of Chambord City was rising, and there was still no end, and it still didn't stop.
In the blink of an eye, this power reached the peak state of demigod level.
"This... how... how is it possible?"
Busquez's knees began to bend involuntarily, drops of sweat dripped from the back of his forehead.
The bodies of the four strong men in Barcelona could no longer straighten up. They were bent and crooked by the terrible pressure permeating the air, like young children carrying a heavy weight. Slowly bend down.
"Hey, fight!"
Four of them, Mascherano first shot.
If King Chambord's aura continued to rise, they would not even have a chance to make a move in less than a few tens of seconds, let alone defeat or escape.
The orange-yellow energy was as viscous as a liquid, and it was pulled out from under the ground. Mascherano was shining with dazzling flames, and a huge yellow ancient giant bear totem transformed from behind him, as if fused, contain him in the body.
There were bursts of bear roars like the roar of a demon god in the hall.