More than 20,000 people waited for nearly half an hour in the school grounds, and they did not see the arrival of His Majesty the Emperor Yashin the Great.

However, the two contenders for the succession to the throne, the eldest prince Arshavin and the second prince Domingos, appeared on the eighth floor of the Jiangtai, wearing golden mighty armor all over their bodies, and the black cloak hunted in the cold wind, looking down on everyone under the Jiangtai like a god, and the white bull had been led to the ninth floor of the Jiangtai......

Everyone was waiting in silence.

Sun Fei sat boredly on the back of the big black dog, his gaze swept over the phalanx of sergeants from various vassal countries on the school ground.

Under the Zenit Empire, there are now only 244 vassals, which are divided into six levels from first to sixth, like a pyramid of strength, with only ten first-class subjects at the top of the pyramid, twenty second-class subjects, thirty third-class subjects, forty fourth-class subjects, sixty fifth-class subjects, and eighty-four sixth-class subjects.

It can be seen that most of them are still weak countries, so the countries on the school field are different anyway.

Sun Fei saw that some soldiers in the phalanx numbered more than two hundred, the soldiers were strong and the horses were strong and the armor was distinct, and some were just a hundred years old, barely wearing a few pieces of leather armor, and some plus horsemen and men barely managed to get together enough for fifty people, these people were not even equipped with leather armor, and they were only holding some simple bows and arrows and wooden javelins, which looked extremely shabby, and they were even more sad than the original Chambord City, the kings of these small countries could not even afford to wear a piece of armor, and their bodies were sewn into light armor with various animal skins, as if they were barbarians, but their momentum and expression were extremely strong, muscular, and their expressions were fierce, and they should not be underestimated。

Comparatively speaking, the more than 50 people of King Chambord had bright armor and bright swords and guns, and the fourth-level demonic beast Red Flame Beast under his crotch was extremely elite, even if it was not inferior to the top ten first-class vassal countries.

When Sun Fei was looking at others, there were also countless eyes looking at Sun Fei and the Shampoo team.

These eyes range from envy and jealousy, flattery to hatred, kindness and hostility, closeness and fear...... There are all kinds of expressions.

Just when Sun Fei was already waiting a little impatiently, suddenly five or six surging streamers appeared in the sky in the distance, with a terrifying momentum like a god, flying towards Jiangtai.

Everyone was in high spirits, and when they looked closely, they saw that there were six royal archmages wearing magic robes, and the four of them were like four blazing and dazzling suns, following behind a fiery red flame of intense light, flying towards the location of the general's platform.

Sun Fei looked closely, but found that the crimson flame was actually a dragon beast like a small mountain, stretching out its arms, flying like a giant bird, opening its mouth and roaring angrily from time to time, and the huge sound wave formed several visible air vortices in the air like a violent wind, crushing the white Yuanduo.

Wurmmon!

It's a wurmmon!

In the legends of the mainland, he is a descendant of dragon blood, an absolute king in the sky, and an invincible empty horseman.

The shock and delicacy in Sun Fei's heart were indescribable.

It's a visually striking picture.

In the various fantasy movies of his previous life, in the collection of the royal family of Chambord City, and in the stories of the bards, Sun Fei had seen and heard the legend of the dragon more than once, and had seen the pattern of the dragon, but when the dragon beast like a hill really appeared in front of his eyes, the shock was simply difficult to express in words.

This has nothing to do with strength, a simple comparison of size can already destroy everyone's visual nerves, just like the sluggishness of an ant after suddenly seeing an elephant.

A loud and piercing beast roar pierced the sky, and the dragon beast carried a mysterious huge golden magic throne on its back, it flew very smoothly, surrounded by the four royal archmages, and flew over from the far side of the sky without hurry, and finally swept over the ninth floor of the platform.

When the dragon beast flew in, a kind of fear permeated the entire school field, and some of the war horses were so frightened that they fell to their knees on the ground and foamed at the mouth.

As the dragon beast swept past the platform, it suddenly turned over and spun softly.

The throne on its back fell like a light feather, and stood on the ninth floor of the Jiangtai with a 'boom', while at the same time, the figures of the four royal great-level magicians fell on the seventh layer of the Jiangtai in the surging terrifying magic element fluctuations like an ocean, second only to the two princes of Arshavin and Domingos.

These four people stood in four directions, their expressions were extremely vigilant, their eyes swept through the crowd on all sides like electricity, clenching the white staff more than two meters high in their hands, and the magic power on their bodies was frantically injected into the magic array engraved on the century-old beech wood of Jiangtai, and in the slight roar, a layer of transparent invisible light shield flashed away, firmly protecting the entire Jiangtai in it.

Sun Fei's eyes were like lightning, and he could clearly see from a distance that the chests of the four magicians' black magic robes were embroidered with six golden strange pentagrams.

This is the hallmark of a six-star Grand Magician.

These four royal magicians turned out to be all six-star great magicians.

Sun Fei smacked his tongue in his heart.

A big empire is a big empire, I didn't expect that the Royal Magic Corps could invite four six-star magicians in one go, such a background is indeed shocking.

However, if you think about it, it is not surprising that four six-star magicians can appear today to be able to arrange more than a dozen six-star magic arrays in the Moro Mountains to protect that [Giant Pit Battlefield].

Even Sun Fei is still speculating that maybe the background of the Zenit royal family may not only be revealed on the surface, but also in that heavily guarded palace, there may be this terrifying hidden top master!

Sun Fei's gaze quickly focused on the golden throne on the ninth floor at the top of the platform.

This is a throne carved from an unknown precious material, with a yellow wurm earth dragon pattern, and the dragon-shaped pattern on it is lifelike, like a giant dragon that is flapping its wings and flying, and it is very similar to the giant dragon beast that is still hovering and flying in the air at this moment. The dragon's head was majestic and magnificent, its neck was graceful and slender and stretched forward, and under its sharp horns, its wide mouth revealed rows of sharp fangs, spitting out a string of flames, and the dragonbeast's broad back was covered with layers of fine scales, carrying a huge two-meter-high throne.

Everyone knows that there is only one person in the entire empire who is qualified to sit on this dragon beast throne -

Yashin the Great.

After reading through the codex of martial arts cheats written by Emperor Yaxin the Great or the prince given by the mysterious powerhouse, Sun Fei was full of curiosity about this once extremely talented emperor, and he also wanted to see this emperor who was full of legends in his life up close.

But at this moment, there were wisps of red mist qi diffusing from the dragon beast throne, like a flame that was constantly burning, isolating everything, completely covering the majestic figure sitting on the throne, even if Sun Fei was nearly seven-star mid-level strength, he still couldn't see anything with all his eyes.

Why?

Sun Fei's brows furrowed slightly, and it was difficult to hide the doubts in his heart.

According to the records of the Chambord City Collection, in the previous martial arts competitions before the Zenit Empire, the Emperor Yashin was punctual and never concealed his face, this heroic and majestic emperor would personally stand on the platform every time, looking at the 10,000 soldiers of the 250,000 vassal states under the rule of the Empire.

Moreover, according to the description of the royal family of Chambord City, Emperor Yaxin has a heavenly posture and a peerless demeanor, and anyone who looks at this emperor from a distance will not help but feel a sense of surrender and will be impressed by his demeanor.

But why did Emperor Yashin hide his face this time?

Could it really be that as rumored by the outside world, the current genius emperor has reached the brink of fall, and he doesn't want his conquered people to see his dying old man?

Although it was far away from Jiangtai, Sun Fei could still feel the strength of everyone's breath on Jiangtai.

The strength of the more than twenty guards standing below the seventh floor is generally between three and five stars, the breath of the four royal court archmagicians above the seventh floor is as bright as the flames burning in the dark night, and the strength of the great prince Arshavin above the eighth floor is also dazzling, with a trace of iron-blooded killing aura on his body, and he is even stronger than the four royal court archmagicians, but the second prince Domingos next to him is wearing magic armor with a strength amplification effect, and his strength is only barely maintained at the four-star level, which is far from the big prince。 But the heavens have blessed Dominguez with an incomparable appearance, casually stand on the platform, and immediately like a bright star in the dark night, snatching everyone's brilliance, a slender and sturdy figure, gorgeous and noble armor, and a handsome face that even the gods are jealous of, even if his strength is not as good as the big prince, but compared to the slightly short prince, he can still easily attract the attention of thousands of soldiers.

The strength of these people, Sun Fei can all perceive seven, seven, eight, eight.

But Sun Fei couldn't perceive the strength of the figure behind the dense aura of the golden throne, as if there was some power that isolated Sun Fei's perceptual exploration, without the slightest detail.

"Moo......" The white bull, which had been carefully bred for three years, let out a long moo of triumph.

It was carefully raised by the imperial family as soon as it was born, and every day there were countless servants to serve and wash, eat the most beautiful food, sleep in the softest blankets, and drink the purest spring water, just to wait for the day to come, and be cut open alive to predict the fortune of the empire for the next three years. However, it is a pity that this bull may have been completely immersed in the good life of the past, and did not know the impending doom at all, and still lay leisurely on the ninth floor of the platform, thinking that he was the master of the high, looking down on the more than 20,000 male soldiers under the podium, without the slightest fear.

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The first update.