The majestic golden flames, like the boundless sea waves, drove away half of the sky's thick black fog, forming a confrontation.
Sun Fei was shining with golden flames all over his body. He stood on the majestic [Creation Throne], with a gorgeous and majestic [Creation King Armor] on his body, holding a creation scepter in his hand, like a king of gods. Beside him, eleven golden saints stood on both sides, burning golden flames all over their bodies, and their golden battle clothes were gorgeous and noble.
This scene almost made everyone in the coalition army on Star Battlefield burst into tears with excitement.
Sure enough, [Human Emperor] His Majesty still has a backup.
Sure enough, everything is under the control of His Majesty [Human Emperor].
Sure enough, His Majesty [Human Emperor] never disappoints!
The unstoppable cheers, at this moment, seemed to be the sudden explosion of underground flames, the roar of magma rising into the sky, resounding like thunder for nine days, some people even jumped up excitedly, the usual exaggerated body [Magic Commander] ] Mourinho clenched his fists, roared and jumped wildly on the spot, and Ancelotti, a wise man who has always been calm and indifferent, also hugged and jumped wildly with the people around him.
The appearance of the eleven golden saints at this time is undoubtedly equivalent to saving the situation that was about to collapse, bringing back hope for the human race, for the coalition forces, and for the continent of Azeroth!
According to the legend, there were twelve golden saints under King Chambord, who were cultivated from the beginning of his fortune. Several of them were born in the grass, and they were all unknown grassroots warriors. The strongest fighters who used to be around King Chambord also participated in the former Zenit Empire's martial arts competition, but at that time, these fighters hadn't emerged yet, nor had they shown their amazing talent and potential...
Even when Fei later became famous all over the world and patrolled the entire Azeroth in the name of "Northern Emperor", the twelve golden saints under his command never shocked the world. Among them, only "Golden Lion" Frank Lampard Defeated the leader of the Knights of the Judgment of the Holy See [Silver Hair and Gray Eyes] and gained fame...
In the past half a year or so, the Twelve Gold Saints rarely showed up, never participated in any battles, and had no earth-shattering achievements, so they were ignored by many people. Few think of these fighters.
But now, Shi Potian is shocked, the former Chambord King—that is, the strongest fighter under the [Human Emperor] of Azeroth, finally lived up to the title of 'the strongest fighter', showing unparalleled strength and momentum.
Hope, cover Azeroth again! …
"Warrior of God?"
The emerald man-faced worm Gao Shang looked dignified: "Is this also the backhand left by that hypocrite Gothe?"
With his strength, it is natural to see at a glance that the strength of the eleven golden saints is really terrifying, not inferior to his own black-armored warrior machine. What is even more terrifying is that these eleven golden saints are still Preserves his sanity and possesses combat wisdom.
"Wahhahaha, this is my own method."
Fei Sun laughed out loud.
At this moment, I finally felt an unstoppable sense of accomplishment. The Twelve Gold Saints were something that he tinkered with when he was still the king of the little Chambord City out of bad taste. Later, he cultivated all the way, and most of them, It is because he has been watching the growth from a small star warrior to the state he is today. The satisfaction of this kind of cultivation is really no less than the improvement of his own strength.
During this period of time, the reason why the golden saints seldom show up is actually to sharpen their strength in the [Sky City] and use the power of the Sky City to improve their own strength. Under the effect of the miracle of [Bestow], Communicating with the power of the stars, tempering oneself, and under the catalysis of the strange power of the singing of the Holy Spirit under the Star Battlefield Continent, thoroughly communicated with the stars in the sky, and realized the complete communication between the stars and constellations and oneself.
"It turns out that the singing of the creatures before was not only for your strength bonus, nor was it just for awakening those lonely ghosts, but for these so-called god warriors?"
The emerald green human-faced worm was thoughtful: "It seems that I was careless before!"
"Wow ha ha ha ha, how is it? Are you convinced?"
Sun Fei took advantage of the trend and deliberately provoked the general: "Look at Lao Tzu's soldiers, each of them is majestic and luxurious with golden light shining, and they are positive characters and heroic images at first glance. Then look at your soldiers, all of them are crooked and sloppy. It’s the villain’s scum, haha!”
That's what I said.
The golden saints standing beside Fei almost stumbled to the ground.
On the Continent of the Star Battlefield below, everyone in the coalition army laughed loudly, and all the relaxed and tense atmosphere seemed to be swept away in a few words by His Majesty [Human Sovereign].
As expected, Gao Shang became furious.
Fei's guess is right, this person has some relationship with the earth, and can understand some sarcasm on the earth.
"kill!"
The emerald man-faced worm roared angrily.
Fei laughed loudly, remembering the scene in Journey to the West in his previous life, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile: "Let him kill!"
The streamer is flickering, the golden flames are all over the sky, the black fog is showing its power, and the battle begins...
Eleven golden saints and eleven black-armored warriors fought against each other.
Fei and Gao Shang looked at each other from a distance, restraining each other.
Fei is very confident in the fighters he has trained, so he has no intention of intervening in this battle...
Frank Lampard, the golden lion, is facing the previous [No. 1] black armored warrior machine—this is a guy with a pair of giant swords, about 2.34 meters tall, completely black, like splashed ink, hideous black ink Armor barbs seem to be able to swallow all the shadows, exuding a tyrannical and ferocious aura, icy to the bone, completely a fighting machine.
All over the body, there is only a pair of red pupils, no pupils, no focal length, only killing.
"kill!"
A hoarse and cold voice flowed out of [No. 1].
He turned into a ball of black light and rushed up.
Lampard stood still, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his right fist was slightly bent back, and a pure golden light spot, like the source of divine light at the beginning, bloomed on his right fist , and then slowly swung his fist, the light spot burst out thousands of tiny rays of light...
"Lightning-electricity-light-speed-fist-"
The light drink familiar to many people came from Lampard's mouth.
In the next moment, endless golden rays of light suddenly pierced the sky like sharp swords.