At this time, on the other side, the battle was over. None of the sixteen moon-level powerhouses escaped with their lives. They paid the heaviest price.
This is the law, the natural law of Azeroth where the strong are respected, hunting and anti-hunting, only the truly strong can survive in this cold and cruel world.
All the Zenit moon-level powerhouses have slowly gathered, and Frank, who is wearing the Leo Golden Saint Cloth? With Lampard as the center, he formed a human wall, blocking the void in front of St. Petersburg.
Materazzi and Sutton were the most embarrassing. There were many wounds on their bodies, but none of them were fatal. The blood stained their armor, but their eyes were still sharp, and they were eager to try. Obviously, the battle just now gave them a lot of pain. Little enlightenment, especially Materazzi, the number one bard in the empire, has long been troubled by the crescent-level upper-level peak and cannot make progress. Today's desperate battle helped him break through the bottleneck and enter the half-moon level The sequence can be described as a blessing in disguise.
Drogba and other golden saints also have scars on their bodies, but compared to the previous two, they are much lighter, and they are all shallow scars.
The second-generation golden holy clothing made of the black iron essence and the remains of demons, which incorporates the god rune technology mastered by [Madman Laboratory], plus the protection of the power to communicate with the stars and the blacksmith Chasi casting technology It has an astonishing defensive power, which can protect the body of the holy fighter to the greatest extent. Even if it is directly hit by an opponent of the same level, it can also block 90% of the damage. This is what Drogba and others can do. In the group battle, only attacking but not defending, the main reason for killing the Quartet.
"Hmph, it's ridiculous! You, the second disciple of the Martial Saint, has such a big tone. Not only did you make up a big lie and framed my king, but you are also aggressive everywhere, and you keep saying that you want to pull Chambord from the mainland, and you want to make the imperial family pay for it!" The price of bleeding, why, now that we have reached the point of hand-to-hand combat, you don’t know my warriors from Chambord City?”
Lampard asked with a sneer.
This was the first time this taciturn genius warrior had spoken so many words.
"What? You are all from King Chambord?"
Rao Dalisandro was deeply scheming, emotional and angry, but at this moment there was an expression of extreme shock on his face.
He never thought that what he got was this answer. This is simply too outrageous. Is this world in chaos? How could such a small dependent country have such a daunting strength background
"Why, are you scared now?"
Drogba sneered, clenched his fists, with malicious intentions.
Dalisandro's pupils shrank suddenly.
He paused, suddenly thought of something, his expression changed, and he laughed loudly: "I really didn't expect that Chambord City would have such strength. It really surprised me. This is why you dare to fight with me." Capital for the enemy? But, hahaha, this should be your full strength, right? The strongest fighters have come to St. Petersburg to defend the royal family. I am afraid that at this time, Chambord will be empty, right? Hahaha!"
The laughter was full of sarcasm and mockery.
Drogba showed disdain, and was about to say something, but was stopped by Oleg, the sycophant warden. The fat man rolled his eyes, pretended to be shocked, and exclaimed: "You... you What means?"
Dalisandro showed a smug and cruel look on his face, and said with a sneer: "I'm afraid that at this time, the city of Chambord has turned into a sea of blood, and everyone, including every member of the royal family, regardless of men, women, old or young, will be killed. Killed, haha, really clever but was mistaken by cleverness... "
Oleg trembled in horror like a lice, screaming and asking: "What do you mean, you sent someone to Chambord? You are so despicable..."
"Hahahahaha."
Dalisandro laughed heartily, and it was hard to hide his complacency in his voice, and he said with a smile: "This seat has already sent another group of people to go to Chambord City to slaughter the city. A strong man leads the team, with such a true face, it is easy to slaughter an empty city without strong guards, hahaha, this is the end of being an enemy of me!"
Telling the secret, Dalisandro was ready to appreciate the pitiful expressions of the panic and panic of his opponents.
But—"Ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, I laughed so hard!"
"Oh my god, I'm so ridiculous, ouch, no, my stomach hurts from laughing!"
"Haha, this... such an idiot... dares to be my king's enemy? Hahahaha!"
"Oh my god, this idiot really makes me laugh so hard, ah ha ha ha ha, like a clown!"
What Dalisandro waited for was the laughter of more than a dozen moon-level powerhouses on the opposite side, especially the two hammers of Drogba and Pierce. They didn't give the second disciple of the Martial Saint any face. Now, how exaggerated and how exaggerated the appearance of clutching his stomach was. In the end, Oleg, the sycophant warden, couldn't pretend anymore. He patted his thigh and laughed wildly, wiping tears while laughing.
A group of people looked like they saw a super funny clown performing.
"Damn it, you... these lowly rats, what are you laughing at? What are you laughing at?"
Dalisandro was furious, a bad feeling rose from the bottom of his heart.
On the opposite side, a group of people couldn't stop laughing until the young God Master Garcia resisted the urge to laugh wildly, threw out a black object, and said loudly: "Hey, by the way, the big Japanese class you mentioned The Venerable is a strong man, is it him?"
Dalisandro frowned, and when he stretched out his hand, an invisible force lifted the black shadow up in the air. After a closer look, he almost screamed in shock. This black shadow turned out to be the one he sent to Chambord City. The leader of the team - Albeida, the strongman of the Anzhi Empire at the level of the Great Sun-level Venerable.
This absolutely strong man who was supposed to kill the Quartet, at this time, like a mangy dog that has been cramped, limply fell into a coma, not knowing whether to live or die, his terrifying power enough to move mountains and seas has disappeared without a trace, and he has become an ordinary man like an old man in sixty years. People don't have the slightest fighting spirit.
Indescribable surprise and fear instantly occupied the mind of Wu Sheng's second disciple.
With a sullen face, he released a sliver of strength and entered Alberta's body. After careful observation, he found that all the battle qi passages in this absolute strong man's body had been completely destroyed, and an indescribably terrifying alternation of ice power and heat power , constantly destroying Albeida's body, the space in his body was also completely destroyed, there was no trace of the original power of the Dainichi class, and his strength was completely destroyed. Even if the gods descended into the world, it would be impossible to help him recover his strength .
A Daichi-level venerable and strong man, standing at the top of the food chain in Azeroth, was turned into a half-dead cripple.