At this moment, the most outstanding legend of the Northern Regions, the founder of the Zenit Empire, fell from the clouds to the mortal dust, and became a mortal with his own joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The words fell, and the golden phantom retracted into the scroll and vanished.

Christo froze in disbelief, his eyes glazed over, and he fell into a state of confusion.

Remorse? Unbelievable?

Or are you still resentful?

The emotions that were indistinguishable instantly overwhelmed him like a tide, suffocating him.

"No, father...... Poof!" He opened his mouth and spurted out a large expanse of shocking blood, and fell to the ground with his head on his back, fainting.

There was a terrible silence in the hall.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty Alexander, pay homage to His Majesty Alexander......" The two ministers who had defected before, with a flattering face, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Sun Fei.

Sun Fei looked indifferent: "You are a kind of thing, and you are also worthy of worshipping this king?"

The voice did not fall.

Boom!

The two flattering ministers burst like balloons that had been blown up in an instant, and before the plasma and broken bones could land, they turned into red mist and completely disappeared into the air.

Dozens of other ministers were directly paralyzed in fright.

One by one, the feces and urine flowed together, and they didn't dare to stand or kneel, bending over and clubbing in place, looking terrified.

A few of them were a little more timid, and they were so frightened that they fainted.

Sun Fei ignored them again.

He propped his chin on his right hand, looked slightly tired, and squinted slightly, as if waiting for something.

Outside the palace.

The roars and roars grew louder and louder, interspersed with the screams and wails of the Barcelonans.

With the help of Chambord City's Silver Crystal Battle Spirit and other powerhouses, the Barcelona army of less than 50,000 stationed in the imperial capital had no power to resist at all.

It is conceivable that those Zenit civilians who are extremely angry will use what kind of means they will use to deal with these demons who have burned down their houses and slaughtered their relatives, even if they swallow the flesh and blood of Barcelona people in one bite, they are afraid that they will not be able to relieve their hatred.

After the angry flames were lit, the power that erupted was absolutely terrifying.

At such a rate, it is feared that St. Petersburg will return to the control of the Zenits before it gets dark.

Time passes slowly.

Outside the palace, the roaring tide of anger finally gradually began to slowly decrease.

In the sky, a red sun was like blood, shining red light all over the earth, gilding the ruined walls of St. Petersburg and the collapsed statues of gods with the color of flowing water.

It was at this time.

In the sky, there was a sudden burst of explosions, like rolling thunder, resounding across the earth.

Then, in the blood-colored sky, dozens of rapidly shaking figures appeared.

The energy of a fierce battle destroyed everything in the sky.

Ten minutes later, these figures slowly descended towards the ground, impartially, and happened to land in the Zenit Imperial Palace, the main hall where Sun Fei was.

The figures are divided into two groups and stand still.

Surrounded by twenty silver spar battle spirits led by the Daglas Mastiff powerhouse and the Hell Demon Armor Basturk.

In the middle, there are the four pole powerhouses of Busquez, Alves, Pedro and Mascherano with a panicked expression, weakened and disordered breath, and broken clothes.

"Is it finally here?"

Sun Fei sat on the imperial throne obliquely, condescending, looking down at the powerhouses of the Four Extremes, his tone was cold, full of trembling power.

Buskes took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with a complex light, and he took a step forward gently, and said word by word: "Asia-Li-Mountain-——!!!"

Sun Fei nodded: "It's me." ”

"Unexpectedly, Buskes crisscrossed the Western Regions and stepped into a desperate situation in a small remote country like Zenit in the Northern Regions. ”

Buskes slowly calmed down, slowly running the strength of his body, trying his best to recover his strength, delaying time, and continued: "It's just that although you are very strong, you may kill us, but you still can't save Zenit, because you are not Messi's opponent yet, because he has ......"

"Oh, correct a little," Sun Fei looked at the four Barcelona powerhouses condescendingly, shook his head and said: "It's not that it is possible to kill you, but today, I, I must hang you up, do you think, I will let you go back?"

"Then you have to pay enough price, it is not a simple matter to want the fall of four demigod-level powerhouses. ”

Speaking of which, Buskes is already in a rage.

Although he is an extreme powerhouse who prefers the strategy type, his real combat power is not weak at all, and after being forced into a desperate situation, he can still burst out with terrifying power.

"Really?" Sun Fei Huo Ran got up.

As he stood up, an indescribable terrible pressure suddenly permeated from his body.

Buskez and the others all changed their faces drastically, their bodies shook, and the fighting aura on their bodies flickered wildly.

Because of the momentum on Sun Fei's body, he continued to climb, as if there was no end, and he rose sharply and wildly, and in an instant, he climbed past the peak of the mid-level demigod, and still did not stop, improving at a faster speed.

The majestic and vast aura of power that made even demigod-level powerhouses feel terrified spread from Sun Fei's body like a hurricane.

So much so that Busquez and the others had to use their own strength to fight with all their might.

At one point, Busquez and Pedro felt like monkeys crushed under a boulder, ready to be crushed to pieces by the terrifying momentum.

And what makes them even more frightened is that the momentum of Chambord City is rising, and there is still no end, still not stopping.

In the blink of an eye, this power reached the peak state of the demigod level.

"This ...... How...... How is that possible?"

Buskes's knees had begun to bend involuntarily, and beads of sweat were running down the back of his forehead.

The bodies of the four Barcelona Extreme Strongmen, unable to stand upright any longer, were bent and stiff by the terrible pressure that permeated the air, like young children carrying weights, struggling violently, but slowly bending uncontrollably.

"Roar, fight!"

Of the four, Mascherano was the first to strike.

If they continue to let the breath of the Chambord King rise, they are afraid that within a few tens of seconds, let alone defeat or escape, they will not even have a chance to make a move.

The orange energy was viscous as if it were liquid, and it was withdrawn from beneath the earth, and Mascherano shimmered with blinding light, and a huge yellow ancient bear totem conjured up from behind him, as if fused, encompassing him in his body.

The hall resounded with the roar of a demon god.

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