Hans Christian Andersen's violent tremor was a manifestation of the Sin Emperor Balmudu's upper body, which showed that the kings of the Golden Dome did not have good intentions towards their dependents, and if things developed according to his prediction, Andersen would inevitably be mentally damaged by being possessed by a powerful soul; If things go wrong, Balmutu can be pulled out unharmed, and in the end it is Hans Christian Andersen who is unlucky.

However, the court mage obviously didn't notice this, and welcomed the arrival of Balmudu, and only wanted the great god to make a move and destroy Grimm and his party.

"Your Highness, be careful."

Assesis had a solemn face, he blocked the half of Green's position, and the four Broken Sword Guards quickly stepped forward to protect Commander Kunali, while the rest surrounded and guarded Grimm in the center.

A strange light lit up from Hans Christian Andersen's body the moment they completed the escort formation.

"Who bothered me—"

The indescribable voice sounded directly in everyone's heads, and the dark elves who were not strong passed out at the first time that the voice swept over, and some even had convulsions and even lower bodies. The average strength of Green's side is very high, and the impact is very small, but this is only a word, and everyone is vigilant to prevent this invisible god from making any more moves.

Hans Christian Andersen, who was at the center of the situation, completely lost focus of his eyes at this moment, and a direct light shot out of it, like two blazing light bulbs. His body slowly floated off the ground and rose into the air, and his whole body stretched his limbs, as if he was completely unconscious.

But in the next second, he jerked up.

The Emperor of Sin is up.

As soon as Balmutu's spirit body descended into the courtyard, the space began to shake, the entire staircase made of stone rumbled and trembled, and the row of tall stone pillars supporting the main hall creaked and swayed. The white gray sandstone fell one after another, as if this architectural masterpiece of the dark elves would collapse at any time because it could not withstand the huge pressure. The eye of the typhoon in the air wanted to gather electric light to attack Andersen, but he didn't expect that even the high altitude would be affected, and something like glass shards fell from his side, and the suction caused by the powerful spatial turbulence immediately began to pull away. The cloud monster had to fight hard to break free from the black hole-like attachment.

At the same time, coercion continues to spread.

The kings of the Golden Dome never had fuel-efficient lamps, and the Neptune whale had not yet woken up, and a tsunami could be created with just one breath, not to mention the deliberate Balmudu. His momentum spread in all directions, causing the Drow elves who followed the Queen's faith to bow their bodies to the ground, muttering praises of Balmudu's greatness, even if most of them had no idea what his greatness was. And in front of Balmudu, that is, Hans Christian Andersen, who has lost his personal consciousness. The four Broken Sword Guards bore the brunt of the attack, their skin was like bronze with battle axes in their hands, but they looked more and more pale at this time, each forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and their thick legs were desperately supported at the crooks of their knees, feeling as if they were caught in a raging storm, but there was only a lone sail on the far sea, which would be drowned by the vicious waves at any time and place.

Suspended in the air, Balmutu bowed his head. The glow of his eyes was directed at the Kunali Broken Sword Guard. Far from satisfying him, the golden-domed king, who loved to do ridiculous things, knew that an enemy was coming. At the moment, the goal was determined, and the spiritual voice came out:

"Under the gods, they are all ants!"

"See me don't kneel, die!"

The Kunali people on the high platform suddenly increased their burden. Although everyone gritted their teeth, they only lasted half a second. The first Broken Sword Guardian was suddenly short, and his knees were cast of steel and iron and slowly bent down. With the increase in Green's strength, the Broken Sword Guard has gradually regained its former glory, and as a golden bloodline, each of them has an individual strength as high as level five (A). But they were not facing the evenly matched Chaos Legions, but the golden-topped kings who were talking about the changing color, even if they kept roaring angrily, and even plunged the battle axes in their hands into the ground, they couldn't stop the inchs of their bodies.

Seeing that the tall body of the Broken Sword Guard was constantly slumping, almost falling to his knees in a humiliation that he had never felt before, suddenly, a calm and majestic but loud and clear voice sounded:

"Kunali!"

With a snort, Assesis strode forward and leaped forward, the dragon's spine in his hand slashing down with a bang, blocking the Broken Sword Guard. There were war paints on his body that lit up with the roar, and the Broken Sword Guards behind him immediately felt the pressure on their bodies loosen, and some of their legs were weak and almost fell to the ground, and the colleagues around him returned their hands to push his chest. The body fished out of the water gradually stood up, and the Kunari puffed up their chests again, and a force called morale sank into the commander's back, feeding back his strength to Assesis to help him resist the frontal onslaught of Balmutu.

Green stood in the center, amazed in his heart. The general is not a pampered nobleman, but a god of killing who takes the lead, and he has deeply realized this, and now he can see such a scene in his own camp, and the sense of satisfaction and admiration is stronger than at any other time.

Unfortunately, it is not suitable to appreciate the military strength of the Kunalis.

"Isn't it a pleasure to play with the helpless Queen of the Dark Elves, the evil god Balmutu, the Emperor of Sin, the lyreist of the Origin, and the helpless Queen of the Dark Elves? With your commanding attitude, have you forgotten the great woman of thousands of years ago that you could never conquer? ”

Green's volume was not too loud, but when Balmudu heard it, the spread of strong coercion suddenly stopped.

Like a gust of wind sweeping, the ultimate power returned to Andersen in an instant.

"Who is it?" Barmutu's voice was full of doubt, but instead of being immediately angry, he asked with a little caution, "Have I ever met you?" ”

The kings of the golden top are majestic and invincible in the world, but they are actually not so chic, and Barmutu's current state cannot help but be careless.

Because these things are not known to mere mortals.

Thousands of years ago, in that war, he was defeated by a mere bronze human, and his body was shattered by the female Lord of Light, which was the biggest defeat in Balmudu's life. It wasn't just a defeat, as the gods knew how he coveted the beauty of the Lord of Light, and how the female goddess, who dominated the power of light, didn't give him a color. Even when the female deities of her close friends were conquered by Balmutu and betrayed by him, the Lord of Light managed to escape his clutches and even taught him a profound lesson. After the outbreak of the war, the Emperor of Sin attempted to forcibly arrest him by force, but unfortunately the Lord of Light never refused to fight with him alone, and in the end, Balmutu did not hesitate to ally with the Dark Lord in order to get her, but he never expected that the fierce goddess would rather blow herself up than be humiliated, and his body was completely shattered and could not be recovered, and now a thousand years have passed, although his spirit has recovered, but in the eyes of the gods, his strength is obviously superior, not only failed to repay the strong and precious body as he wished, Sin Emperor Balmutu, The name undoubtedly represents a living laughing stock.

Shame, and anger.

This is the pain in Balmudu's heart, the Lord of Light is dead, and he will never be able to wash away this stain. But that's not all, in addition to the shame he least wants people to know, the string of honorific things that Green throws out mentions a lot of hidden information.

"Evil gods", speaking of which, it is still related to the Lord of Light. In the primeval period, Balmudu made a despicable deal with the evil gods of the Trinity in order to obtain a secret technique to force the female gods to submit. This matter, which was known only to a few even among the gods, was immediately uneasy when it was mentioned.

And the "origin of the lyrean", said to be a secret, more of a sarcasm. Legend has it that this lyre lacked a large enough resonance box to be played by the public, and most people thought that it could only be played as an ornament, or that only a god could play it - Balmutu was the deity, he relied on musical instruments as weapons, and the lyre was extremely powerful because it fit his soul, but after his conspiracy to design the Lord of Light failed, the heroic goddess destroyed his natal lyre, causing him to no longer resonate with the tune of the lyre, and finally had to switch to playing the lute.

These things are not big or small, but they are tantamount to sprinkling salt on Barmutu's wounds. He relied on the soul of the Dark Elf Queen, mostly under the pretext of sucking essence, preparing to reshape his body. But it is not difficult to imagine that even if he re-enters the world, he will never think about the scenery of a thousand years ago, once the kings of the Golden Dome appear, the remaining few catties and taels of Balmudu will be seen through at a glance, and then the name of the Emperor of Sin will be gone, and the position of the main god belonging to him will disappear in the ridicule of a thousand years.

What he was worried about was that when he met one of them, he still didn't dare to take it lightly, not to see that there was no divine aura in this court.

After all, there is a cosmic god of war who is famous for his reincarnation.

"We're old acquaintances, do you remember me?" Grimm walked out, fooling Balmudu with his words, and signaling Assesis not to act rashly in his psychic communication.

With the help of Hans Christian Andersen's vision, Balmutu finally discovered the source of the sound in the crowd. He looked at the young duke from afar, and his heart was full of suspicions, whether it was his appearance, temperament, or the soul waveform inside, he felt very unfamiliar, and he insisted on saying that there was something familiar, that is, Green's bloodline, which made him feel a little familiar.

A careful search in his memory, Balmutu still couldn't remember anything.

He pondered for a moment, then asked:

“…… If what you say is true, then report it. ”

It can be said that it is very impolite to ask a god who is also the king of the Golden Dome to "report his name", and once the identity of the other party's deity is confirmed, then Balmudu will have to suffer the consequences of provocation. But he really has no choice, he can't just talk to any guy and blow up some secrets, he has to believe that the other party is the kings of the Golden Peak, right? If he is the best at spiritual search, he can know the true identity of the other party, but this is more fatal than questioning the identity, the other party is not, then everything is easy to say; In case the other party is really the kings of the Golden Dome, not only can he not invade his mind, but he will also have to face the monstrous wrath of a god, and then the scene will not be able to be contained, then there will be fun.

So Barmutu knew he had to take the risk.

Now it is up to the young duke to answer.

The focus of the audience is gathered on one person. (To be continued.) )