At this time, on the other side, the battle was over, and none of the sixteen moon-level powerhouses could escape with their lives, all of them were chased and killed, and their lives were killed in Huangquan, and the greed and flattery of the moment made these powerhouses who could have dominated a domain pay the heaviest price.

This is the law, the natural law of the Azeroth continent where the strong are respected, hunting and counter-hunting, only the truly strong can survive in this cold and cruel world.

All the Zenit moon-level powerhouses had slowly gathered, centered on Frank Lampard, who was wearing the golden robe of Leo, and formed a human wall, blocking the void in front of St. Petersburg City.

Atlaszi and Sutton are the most embarrassed, there are many scars on their bodies, but they are not fatal injuries, blood stains the armor red, but the eyes of the two are still sharp, eager to try, obviously the battle just now gave them a lot of inspiration, especially the empire's first bard Materazzi, who has long been troubled by the peak of the crescent moon level and cannot survive, and today's desperate battle actually helped him break through the bottleneck and enter the half-moon level sequence, which can be described as a blessing in disguise.

Drogba and other Golden Saint Seiyas also have scars on their bodies, but compared to the previous two, they are much lighter, and they are all some shallow scars.

The second-generation golden holy clothes made of black iron essence and demon bones, which are integrated with the divine rune technology mastered by the [Madman Laboratory], coupled with the protection of the power of communicating the heavens and stars, and the improvement of the blacksmith Chasi's casting technology, have extremely amazing defensive power, which can protect the body of the saint seiya 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, which is also the main reason why Drogba and others can only attack and not defend in group battles, and kill all sides.

"Hmph, it's really ridiculous! Your second disciple of the Martial Saint has such a big tone, not only making up a big lie and framing my king, but also aggressively forcing each other everywhere, saying that he wants to pull Chambord City out of the mainland, and even make the imperial family pay the price of blood, why, now that it has reached the point of hand-to-hand combat, but you don't know the warriors of Chambord City?"

Lampard asked rhetorically with a sneer.

This is the first time that this taciturn genius martial artist has said so many words.

"What? You're all from King Chambord?"

Rao is Dally Sandro was scheming and angry, but at this moment, his face showed a look of extreme shock.

He didn't expect that what he got was this answer, this is simply outrageous, is the world chaotic? How can a small vassal country have such a terrifying strength base?

"What, I'm scared now?" Drogba sneered, clenching his fists with bad intentions.

Da Lisandro's pupils contracted suddenly.

He paused, suddenly thought of something, his expression changed, and he laughed: "I really didn't expect that Chambord City still has such strength, it really surprised this seat, this is the capital that you dare to be my enemy, right? However, hahaha, this should be all your strength, right? The strongest warriors have come to St. Petersburg to defend the royal family, I'm afraid that at this time, Chambord City is empty, right? Hahaha!"

The laughter was full of ridicule and mockery.

Drogba looked disdainful and was about to say something, but was stopped by the sycophant prison officer Oleg, the dead fat man rolled his eyes, pretended to be shocked, and exclaimed: "You...... What do you mean by that?"

Dali Sandro showed a smug and cruel look on his face, and sneered: "I'm afraid that at this time, Chambord City has turned into a sea of blood, and everyone, including every member of the royal family, regardless of men, women, and children, has been slaughtered, haha, it's really smart but mistaken by ...... smart."

Oleg shook in horror like a louse, screamed loudly and asked, "What do you mean by this, that you sent someone to Chambord......?

"Hahaha," Dalisandro laughed heartily, and it was no longer possible to hide his pride in his voice, and said with a smile: "This seat has already filmed another group of people to go to Chambord City to slaughter the city, led by a strong man of the Great Sun Venerable, such a true face, if you want to slaughter an empty city without the protection of a strong person, it is as easy as a hand, hahaha, this is the end of being an enemy of me!"

Telling this secret, D'Alessandro was ready to admire the pitiful expressions of his opponents, who were terrified and panicked.

But—

"Ha, hahahaha, hahaha, I'm laughing to death!"

"Oh mom, it's ridiculous to me, oops, no, my stomach hurts from laughing!"

"Haha, this ...... Such a fool...... Also...... Dare to be my king's enemy?hahahaha!"

"Oh mom, this idiot, it's really laughing at me, ahhahahaha, like a clown!"

What Dali Sandro was waiting for was the sound of laughter from more than a dozen moon-level powerhouses on the opposite side, especially the two hammers of Drogba and Pierce, who didn't give face to the second disciple of the Martial Saint at all, and the tears of laughter were about to come out, how exaggerated and exaggerated it was to hold his stomach, and in the end, Oleg, the classic prison officer of the sycophant, couldn't pretend anymore, patted his thighs and laughed wildly, wiping his tears while laughing.

The group looked as if they had seen a super funny clown performing.

"Damn, you guys...... What are you laughing at, these lowly rats?" DaliSandro was furious, and a not-so-good feeling came up from the bottom of his heart.

On the other side, a group of people didn't resist the urge to laugh until they were almost laughing, and the young divine master Garcia resisted the urge to laugh wildly, casually threw out a black object, and said loudly: "Hey, by the way, the Great Day Venerable you said is the strongest person, is he?"

Dalisandro frowned, as soon as he stretched out his hand, an invisible force lifted the black shadow in the air, and when he looked closely, he almost screamed in shock, this black shadow turned out to be the leader of the people he sent to Chambord City-Albeda, a powerhouse of the Anzhi Empire at the level of the Great Sun Venerable.

This absolute powerhouse, who was supposed to kill all sides, was like a leper dog with cramps at this time, falling into a coma softly, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and a terrifying force that was enough to move mountains and seas had disappeared without a trace, and he had become an ordinary person like an old man in a sixtieth century, without the slightest strength of vindictiveness.

Indescribable surprise and horror instantly occupied the mind of the second disciple of the Martial Saint.

He calmed his face, released a trace of power, entered Albeda's body, and observed carefully, and found that the fighting qi channel in the body of this absolutely strong man was all destroyed, an indescribable terrifying ice power and heat alternated, constantly destroying Albeda's body, and the space in his body was also completely destroyed, and there was not the slightest power left of the Great Day-level Origin Power, and his strength was completely destroyed, even if the gods came into the world, it was impossible to help him recover his strength.

A Great Day-level Venerable powerhouse, a powerhouse standing at the top of the food chain of the Azeroth Continent, was turned into a half-dead waste.

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