Standing beneath the majestic walls, Cervantes couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks.

Unable to penetrate - after coming here, he realized that he could not destroy the wall in front of him, and he knew that the gates of the inner city could not be open to him.

If the Arcanists had been cowering behind this wall, he would have been unable to do any effective damage to them, and even if he could have slaughtered the inhabitants of the outer city, would the hard-hearted Arcanist be terrified of this?

Obviously, this is not possible!

Not to mention, he wouldn't do such a humiliating thing, if the Arcanist didn't make any more noise, the inhabitants of the outer city would become their captives.

The rain was pouring and it was falling all the time, but it was much lighter, and the sky was no longer as heavy as before, as if it could collapse at any moment.

The gate of the [Golden Garden] still stood in the rain, and Latinia showed an attitude of 'never dying', but after Cervantes's reminder, she obviously realized something, which slowed down the army of God.

The black dragon looked left and right, carefully looking at the city wall in front of him and the gate in front of him.

Standing there and thinking for a moment, he couldn't come up with any good ideas, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Is there anyone?"

Bang!

A silver bolt of lightning flashed in the sky, and was deliberately guided by the Arcanist to land in front of the city gate, blasting into the black dragon standing in front of the gate and smirking.

The black dragon suddenly raised his hand to the side, and the thunder that happened to hit his arm was knocked aside, and the burst of thunder light illuminated his surroundings, and the arc jumped up and splashed onto the city wall.

The walls were not damaged in the slightest, and Cervantes couldn't help but pout, "Bad taste!"

Knowing that this can't hurt him, but still doing this, isn't it a bad taste?

After all this, Cervantes frowned again.

Why haven't the Arcanists made much movement until now? Aren't they ready to take this battlefield? Their four legends are still out there, and if nothing else, they should have been taken down by Latinia's Holy Spirit and oracles.

For this reason, he felt extremely puzzled, no matter what, 'Legend' should not be a force that can be wasted at will, even if the Arcane Empire is very powerful, but they are already strong enough to give up 'Legend' at will?

Cervantes hovered by the walls, and the army of the Joiners marched into the 'Wizdem'.

They wore a golden mask on their faces, which had carved delicate features embellished with broken diamonds, and their eyes were two crystal clear gems.

This alone can bankrupt a viscount, and in this world, only Latinia, who has mastered the priesthood of 'wealth', can be so extravagant.

Gods with divine power can create most of the things that exist in the world, and things like gold and precious stones are not wealth to them at all, they only need to use divine power to make them, but they will never use precious divine power to do such meaningless things.

Divine power can be used to change the world and distort reality, so why do they use divine power to create these things that are just more beautiful?

Moreover, the gods who have the priesthood of 'wealth' will also prevent them from making money in large quantities, as it is very likely to disrupt the order and commerce of the main physical plane, which is not allowed.

Only the goddess of wealth could do such extravagant things, not only because it was beautiful and could show her qualities, but also because for her invokers, wearing this kind of armor made of precious metals could exert greater strength.

The high-purity gold and silver are soft, but as devotees of the goddess of wealth, they can be more powerful when they wear this armor.

The army of the Prayer Mergers, mixed with the Heroic Legion, entered the outer city of the Floating City, and walked towards the cities on both sides.

The gods they believe in want to take the Floating City, so they have to follow the wish of the Goddess of Wealth to occupy the outer city of the Floating City first, and then find a way to take the inner city.

In any case, the power possessed by this floating city is inevitably too weak!

Cervantes was a little puzzled, raised his foot and kicked the wall around him, in the past 800 years, the Arcane Empire has not captured a 'world', but has been using the floating city as a stronghold, wandering in the sea of stars?

The multiverse is never short of resources, it's just that many worlds don't have the technology to mine and utilize resources, so it makes sense for the Arcane Empire to do this.

Floating cities of steel roam the sea of stars, but if this city really holds such a large population, what is their food source?

The four Floating Cities of the Arcane Empire are quite large, and if it weren't for the larger population, there would be no point in making the Floating Cities so huge.

Would an Arcanist, known for his calmness and rationality, waste enormous resources on meaningless things?

So, what's the point of the Arcanists making these floating cities so huge, in order to get more people?

Cervantes clawed at his hair in annoyance, he always felt as if he had noticed something wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong with what he had said!

Arcanists are human too, and their families are human too, so they definitely need people to serve them, so is it just to provide them with 'minions' and raw materials for experimentation?

That's a lot......

The black dragon looked left and right, his brows furrowed deeply, and the doubts in his heart became thicker and thicker.

Arcanists don't care about the living conditions of the 'inferior', even though they should know that life can feel suffocated, bored and manic after living in this cold steel world for a long time, but they still create such a land of steel for those who are presumably 'slaves'.

The dwelling is of steel, the earth is of steel, and as far as the eye can see, many things are made of steel.

Without the slightest breath of life, a piece of cold steel spread to the extreme of the black dragon's sight.

Life is very adaptable, maybe they have already become numb and adapted to the environment here......

Suddenly, Cervantes noticed something very important - it was obviously impossible for mortals to build houses on this land of steel, and only Arcanists could build houses here.

They can drive the Iron Golem to do these things, but the 'inferior' who lives here can't drive the Iron Golem.

He got to the point – Cervantes finally realized that something was wrong!

The black dragon twisted his head, and his gaze was from left to right, taking in everything in front of him in one hundred and eighty degrees.

Only the Arcanist can make these houses, and only the Arcanist who can drive the Iron Golem can build so many steel houses.

But why would the Arcanists build houses for these 'inferiors', and on such a large scale?!

Cervantes told Latinia about his discovery, telling her army to be careful when they moved, and then left the inner city perimeter and walked towards the intact house complex.

Standing in the rain, Cervantes looked left and right, chose a random house, walked over, and tore down the door with a blank face, these things could not stop him at all.

"That black dragon is really not stupid...... He's noticed, let the beast 'out of the cage'!"

Cervantes stood in the doorway and looked at the furnishings in the house, and sure enough, the furnishings were still as cold.

Steel sofas, steel walls, steel kettles......

So he wondered that these were unnecessary, on the contrary, they were a waste of resources, and everything was made of steel, with a cold and unforgiving color.

And other than these things, there are no other furnishings in this house that looks large from the outside.

It doesn't look like a 'house' at all, but it's no different from a 'cage'!

The sound of subtle breathing came from the room, and Cervantes had noticed early in the morning that all the surrounding houses had similar breathing sounds and breaths of life.

They...... Why are you still so calm?

The strange hum suddenly resounded throughout the outer city, spreading to the battlefield outside.

With this hum, the breathing in the house became heavy and rapid.

But it wasn't like the breath of a human or a humanoid life, it was like a 'beast'!

"I see!" Cervantes shook his head and chuckled, finally realizing what he was facing.

Boom!

A bulge suddenly appeared on the steel wall in front of him, and an angry roar rang out:

"Roar!!

In an instant, all the 'monsters' resonated, and the roars of anger came and went, instantly overshadowing the roar of the torrential rain.

Those 'houses' are 'cages'!

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