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The gold medal is of course fake.
The token, which symbolizes the supreme authority of the Golden King, has only issued a handful of a dozen yuan during the Golden King's tens of thousands of years of rule. For the Golden King who loves absolute centralization, putting power in the hands of others is simply a Perversion is generally not tolerated. Therefore, the few gold tokens in history are known as rare treasures with great research value and collection value.
And any rare treasure, if a copycat master finds out, there will only be one end. This gold medal was already under construction when Wang Lu forged the Golden King Wine Cup.
The appearance of the gold medal was restored after consulting a large amount of historical materials, and the voice and aura of the Golden King were gradually imitated by Wang Lu during several conversations with the Golden King. Similar, but it does have a bit of the unique charm of the Golden King.
Wang Lu held up the token high, and under the faint majesty similar to the Golden King, the army of the army god Tanu collapsed on the spot, all fell to their knees, and no one dared to get up.
It is undoubtedly a tragedy that the Golden King's army can't even recognize the token of their own lord, but it is also an unavoidable tragedy, because for these puppets, the nature of obedience is overwhelming. If it was the real Golden King's army, they would not be so easily fooled. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the brave men who followed the Golden King have left only wrecked puppets. .
As far as Wang Lu is concerned, the current scene means that his tactics have been a great success, and the counterfeit skills have once again created a miracle.
Of course, there is no honour, but if a fake can function as the real thing, it doesn't really matter.
Wang Lu held up the token and didn't say a word, just silently let these golden guards kneel obediently. After all, this gold medal is a fake. It is much more useful to be able to bluff these puppets by surprise, or after a long time, no matter how stupid the puppets are, they can see the clues, so it is better for Yu Jian to say less, anyway. Not known for being talkative.
Time slipped away bit by bit, Wang Lu quietly held up the token, and the 400 scattered golden guards, 30 golden warlocks, and 8 golden commanders in front of him knelt quietly on the ground, their foreheads deeply buried in the soil Among them, they dare not look directly at the light that belongs to the Golden King.
Only Tanu still maintained his standing position, quietly waiting for the time to pass. For this precise war machine, the futile struggle is just a waste of time. He asked the Golden Guards to get up several times before but did not get a response, so he gave up. continued to try.
Anyway, the effect of fakes will not last too long, as time goes by, these puppets will always find something abnormal.
As expected, after about two or three hours, a legion commander moved slightly and began to shake. For loyal puppets, being able to kneel in front of the token of the Golden King is a great gift. Under normal circumstances, even if they are exhausted, they dare not move a little bit. Now, they are obviously beginning to doubt the gold medal. authoritative.
The legion commanders had a high level of intelligence, and soon there was a second commander, and the third commander began to waver, and after a while, they stood up at Yu Jian, glaring at Wang Lu, their gazes were like burning lava.
Forging the token of the Golden King is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy, an unforgivable blasphemy
"Roar"
A commander roared to the sky, and the angry sound swept across, causing all the golden guards to shake their bodies, then slowly stood up, raised their heads, and their eyes... became more confused.
Seeing this scene, Wang Lu smiled, threw the token away, turned and left, and behind him was a forest of steel and rocks.
"Haha, welcome to my tower defense world."
Hundreds of defensive towers of various shapes are intertwined into a complex labyrinth, the dark and solid bone dragon tower, the deep blue light green dragon tower, the manic and unruly red dragon tower, the mysterious black dragon tower and the holy and glorious tower. The Holy Dragon Pagoda... The crystallization of the wisdom of the Breton Dragon Clan is undoubtedly evident at this moment. Hundreds of dragon towers stand side by side, connected with each other, as if it is really an ancient dragon lair, even if it is just a distant view, it is impressive Feel oppressed with difficulty breathing.
This is the real place of death, even if it is the golden guards under the command of the army god Tanu, if they dare to trespass into the jungle of the defense tower, they will die. Perhaps when these defense towers were not formed, they could disintegrate their opponents with a random impact, but they wasted too much time.
"Tanu, the god of war, don't be dazed, let's fight to the death, we only have five people, if you can rush over, you will win."
At this time, Wang Lu had already walked into the siege of the defense tower, and reunited with Aya and the others, but those laborers who worked hard on the construction disappeared without a trace.
In order to catch up with work, Wang Lu gave them an order to burn their lives like a hard-working writer whose deadline is tomorrow but has not moved a single word. In a word, these already amazingly efficient workers broke out at a speed against the sky, and in just a few hours, they built a forest of steel and rocks in a blank space
When the jungle of defensive towers was finally built, the huge building materials in the mustard bag were exhausted, and even the mountain peaks not far away were hollowed out, these hard workers finally reached the last moment of their lives, as if they were burned out, and disappeared. And the defensive towers they left behind are like tombstones standing upright.
In this regard, after a moment of astonishment, the military god Tanu actually showed a faint smile on his face.
Things have come to this point, even if the army god Tanu is twice as powerful as the army formation, it is impossible for his more than 400 infantry to rush down the jungle of the defensive tower. If a few commanders are replaced, it becomes a super long-distance The cannon cart is about the same. And since the defeat is already decided, the outcome is not so important, Tanu pays more attention to Wang Lu's means of winning.
"Interesting." This is a compliment from the heart. He has been a soldier all his life and has seen too many scenes, but the scene in front of him still feels fresh to him. Very interesting tactics, very interesting opponents. Strictly speaking, Wang Lu can be regarded as invincible, because he did not show any talent in strategy, but Tanu has never been too obsessed with winning or losing, otherwise he would have It is impossible to survive tens of thousands of years safely as a guardian in the treasure house of the Golden King.
"You've won this level," Tanu said.
Wang Lu was surprised and said, "You just gave up like that?"
Tanu said: "If there is a one percent chance of winning this battle, I will definitely fight it once, but since there is not even one percent, I really don't need to let these soldiers die in vain. The endless years to come , and only they can accompany me.”
Wang Lu nodded and didn't say anything more. After the military god Tanu conceded defeat, a door leading to the pitch black opened behind him.
"Go ahead, and good luck."
And when Wang Lu and others walked into the door and stepped on the glorious stairs to the next level, the door slowly closed.
At this time, Wang Lu, who was walking at the forefront of the team, suddenly felt something in his heart. Turning his head, his eyes followed the gap between the doors that hadn't been closed, and what he saw was a crumbling world.
On the battlefield just now, the sky was shattering, the earth was collapsing, and huge cracks opened, like the mouth of a wild beast, tearing and devouring the world bit by bit. The army god Tanu stood in the army formation, with a figure like Loose, calmly welcome the doomsday.
... Is this what the so-called endless years refer to? Wang Lu couldn't help being stunned.
And Aya, who was behind Wang Lu, felt Wang Lu's gaze, and turned her head, but the door suddenly closed at this time.
"It's a pity. If there is a chance next time, I really want to have a fair fight with him." Aya regretted.
"Yes, what a pity." Wang Lu said softly.
At the same time, in the depths of the king's treasury, Paul was filled with shock and anger, and the anxiety in his heart had reached its limit.
"Passed, actually passed, they have already passed the third level"
He had a panoramic view of Wang Lu's customs clearance process with the authority of the administrator. At the beginning, he still had hope, hoping that Wang Lu would be crushed in front of the army god Tanu, after all, he was really a formidable opponent , If it weren't for Faceless, his road to trials would have come to an end, and after Faceless, Tanu revised and perfected the rules, making it even more difficult to defeat. With Paul's cognition, he couldn't even think of how to defeat him.
However, as Wang Lu used miraculous means to break through the difficulties again and again, Paul's heart gradually sank, especially when Wang Lu took out the counterfeit gold medal and made the gold guards kneel down, Paul was even more enraged yell
It's a pity that everything is useless, Wang Lu and others are already walking on the glorious ladder, and will soon reach the fourth gate.
And when Paul was full of restlessness, even a little panic, a gentle and friendly voice said with a smile: "Don't worry, their footsteps have come to an end here, and at the fourth level, we will end everything."
It's a pity that the faceless man's comfort could not warm people's hearts at all, but at this moment, a cold voice questioned.
"To end everything, just rely on you trash?"
The person who questioned was a warrior covered in blood-colored heavy armor. The warrior held a large jagged sword in both hands. He had a gloomy and chilling smell of blood. He was the supreme referee of the Holy Light Cult Tribunal. , Duke Ferdinand
When Wang Lu and others spent most of the day clearing the third level, the chief referee finally left his subordinates and returned to the holy city alone as fast as possible. Although he was extremely exhausted at this time, his fighting spirit remained undiminished. Especially when he witnessed Wang Lu breaking through the third level and seriously threatening the position of the Holy Light Cult in the king's treasure house, he was even more angry from the bottom of his heart .
"Heretics who dare to covet the holy land of my religion must be purified with the most severe punishment"
Of the five legendary saints of the church, the most pious and powerful is undoubtedly the Pope, followed by the Supreme Judge. His enthusiasm for the church is almost distorted. Fifty years ago, because his daughter fell in love with a heretic , he chopped off his daughter's head with his own hands and hung it at the main entrance of the referee. As for the heretic, no one knew where he was, and no one wanted to know. With such deformed and strong beliefs, Ferdinand naturally disliked the mediocre and incompetent Paul. He always thought that he would slow down the development of the church. It's a pity that it has not been able to do so.
As for the Faceless? A few years ago, he was very optimistic about this vicious church sharp knife. Although he didn't have much contact with him, he praised the faceless man's brilliant record. It's a pity that after seeing him at this time, Ferdinand's heart was ignited with anger.
"Faceless, are you going to join the battle with such a shameful gesture?"
In the eyes of this chief referee, there is no way to hide the weakness of the Faceless Man. He was seriously injured by the knight king's sword not long ago, and now he has not recovered at all. This seriously injured incarnation is not even as good as a junior professional, participating in the battle will only drag others down.
However, the Faceless Man just glanced at Ferdinand, and said indifferently to the saint who was above him, "None of your business, what are you? Did I invite you? Did I invite you to comment?"
"You?" Ferdinand was furious, the jagged giant sword glowed red, and he couldn't help but want to strike.
"If you want to do it, please do so, cut off my clone, and then use your poor brain to think about tactics to intercept the Kyushu people. If you succeed, the credit will be all yours. The Sea of Sacred Light will definitely favor you, I wish you good luck .
The Faceless Man's tone was sarcasm, and he didn't take Ferdinand seriously. RU
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