In the face of six strong enemies who have never joined forces, the best way is of course to defeat each one.

The same hatred is the reason for them to join forces, which cannot hide the rustiness of their cooperation, since they are six strong people, there are naturally strong and weak, some dare to go all out, and some are conservative and tempting.

Almost at the moment when six rays of light burst out, those with unique eyes could already see where the flaws were.

Rondell didn't use this opportunity to catch the other party's flaws!

Seize the flaws and crush the enemy, one or two at most. This does not show his ferocity.

What he wants is a complete defeat!

"Hahahaha-" With Longel's wild laughter, the void seemed to be incomparably natural with a slight golden ripple, accompanied by the surge of ripples. Countless tiny flames with metallic glow suddenly erupted from the air.

These bright yellow flames glowing like gold quickly condensed together, forming countless golden blades in less than a hundredth of a second, with swords, guns, swords, halberds, and almost everything!

Its bright, cold light makes people forget that the essence of these blades is fire.

This special effect is even cooler than Raven's copycat [Treasure of the God of War]!

"Drink—" With the sound of rondel's exhalation, a storm of blades shot wildly!

This is supposed to be the realm of flames, but it feels like it should be the realm of gold in the realm of metals!

There is a sense of trance where the two realms are perfectly blended together.

In the face of the rain of blades that swept through thousands of troops, the momentum of the six rays of light involuntarily frustrated.

The attack of the six rays of light was not over, but Longel's counterattack was coming soon, and thousands of golden blades fell like thunder, and the momentum seemed to blow the entire ring into slag.

It was as if a monstrous wave had been shattered by another apocalypse-level wave that had no mind at all, and it was pushed back.

Regardless of the power of the Sanctuary-level moves shooting from the opposite side. Or magic, and Rondell all broke back with a strange golden flame realm.

Mana shield? Break!

Steel walls? Break!

Stone wall? Break!

Dodge? Look where you flash!

More Golden Flame Blades were transformed into a metal storm. The attack did not stop, but in just a few seconds, the intensity increased several times.

In front of this realm of divine power, which was completely inferior to the average weak-ranking god, no strong man's realm could resist his almost crazy attack.

A few seconds later. The ring was swept away, leaving only rubble and a few dying Sanctuary powerhouses.

Yes, Rondell didn't kill them, he just pierced their hands and feet.

The flame blades that pierced through the opponent's body did not explode, but only scorched all the wounds and scabbed them over.

If they were mortal, the injury alone would be fatal.

But they are the powerhouses of the Sanctuary, and they are in pain. But not fatal.

Rondell knocked them down, without any joy, as if he hadn't defeated a group of strong opponents, but had simply kicked away a rock that stood in his way.

Beating them down, as if he had easily cleared the obstacle in front of him, Longdell began to walk leisurely towards the guest seat of the Seven Empires, which was high up and full thirty meters high. It wasn't a volley, but every step he took, an extra staircase-like golden spar appeared out of thin air under his feet.

The edge of the staircase is still reaching the ground. The flames appeared out of thin air and hung straight to the ground. The rootless staircase seems to have been transformed into a stairway from the mortal world to the supreme flame throne.

That...... It's a ladder of kings!

Thirty-six huge magic lamps the size of horse-drawn carriages were turned on in the huge arena with a capacity of 100,000 people, illuminating the entire arena as if it were daylight. In the VIP lobby, the crystal chandeliers emit a brilliant light, reflecting on the marble floors that have been polished to a very smooth and without a single blemish, making the entire VIP hall resplendent with gold.

Dignitaries and dignitaries from various countries all stopped talking at this moment. The air was also unusually silent, and everyone looked at the arrogant rondel who had made the top of the golden staircase higher than the VIP seats.

The audience was equally silent, as if there was only one person in the room—and of course, no one would welcome his arrogant actions.

Such a golden platform clearly said that his status was above the kings of the Seven Empires of mankind.

Just those were defeated by Rondell. The powerhouses of the Sanctuary who had been crucified to the ground by their golden weapons felt a raging fire of abomination ignite in their chests.

However, the pain and entanglement of the body, as well as despair, extinguished the flames of anger that should have burned everything in the world to ashes. That fear of the Most Powerful triumphed over even the salvation of any faith and the holy water that healed wounds at this moment.

The losers bowed their heads.

Standing beside the king, the powerful people of the town who served the king bowed their heads.

Even Amostor, who was recognized as the strongest demigod powerhouse in the Faeron Empire among the powerhouses of the Zhenguo, involuntarily took half a step back.

That's cowardice! Cowardice for the mighty who cannot be defeated!

The cowardice of the strong man in his own house has further inflamed the anger in the hearts of every imperial king or prince and grand duke. Is it cheap to raise these strong people? Every year, one-tenth of the revenue of the state treasury goes into the pockets of these town-state powerhouses. At a critical time, why are one, two, three, or four like a mourning dog, holding their tails and not daring to make a sound!?

The kings' hands trembled.

They already had a bad premonition about what Lundl was going to say.

Sure enough, Rondell spoke amazingly again!

"O lowly mortal—see? This is the strength of the king! This is the strength of the peerless powerhouse who will lead you into the future, I, Rondell Augustus Skywalker! Bow down to me, mortals! I declare that at this moment, all that is present in this city, all that you have, will be sacrificed to me! Your women will be at my disposal! If anyone does not surrender to me, I will tell him, what is destruction!! ”

The thunderous declaration of despair buzzed in everyone's ears, and the vast impact of the heart almost shattered every will.

Rondel's golden eyes burned coldly. It is not looking into the eyes of his subjects, nor is it the gaze of a king in the broad sense of the word facing his subjects. The arrogance in those eyes was all about closing the eyes of a group of cannon fodder that they identified as ants.

The divine light emitted from those eyes was so majestic and cruel that anyone would feel uncomfortable.

This was followed by the endless coercion released from him!

The coercion of the peerless powerhouse!

The incomparable momentum struck overwhelmingly, and the terrifying weight was like kneeling on the chest and pressing a thousand pounds of boulder on the shoulder, making people breathless.

One audience knelt, ten knelt, a hundred, thousands of spectators knelt, and then the whole audience knelt down for 100,000. Even if there was not enough space to kneel, they all bowed in the most humble posture, expressing their submission to this peerless powerhouse.

"You want me, Grand Duke of Mosha, Galilel, to submit to you!? Did you know that our Mosha Empire embodies the will of the great god of tyranny, Bane!? In the VIP seat, the first voice of opposition appeared.

This voice is tantamount to a booster for the kings who are struggling to support them.

That's right! We still have gods behind us!

However......

What you get is a rondel's indulgent laughter: "Hahaha! Then let Bane personally come down and fight me! Bane! Did you hear that? I'm going to rob your believers now! Do you dare to come down and fight me on Rondell in person? Or have you lost the courage to die with Thom yourself? ”

"Humph!" There was a sudden cold snort of disdain in the sky.

Everyone seemed to see a rough green giant projection flashing in the void. Another terrifying coercion comes and goes quickly.

Then it was silent.

Anyone with a little common sense knows that Bane has shrunk. Rundell was right, since his death with Thom, Bane had a terrible aversion to God's descent. In contrast to behind-the-scenes manipulation, Bane rejects almost all forms of presence. If it's an opponent that the battle avatar can't solve, Bane will not hesitate to give up.

Obviously, the strength of this mysterious rondell is still above Bane's battle incarnation.

Oh, my God! How strong is Rondell?

Bane's battle incarnation is already equivalent to the body of a weak-grade god, could it be said that Longel's strength is still above that of a weak-grade god!?

At this moment, the blood on the faces of the powerful and the king in the audience receded.

Gods are generally focused on their own realm, and with the exception of Bane, who is keen on kingship, there are few gods who will come out specifically to protect a king because of kingship. Maybe the aristocratic goddess Sheenworth will pay attention, but unfortunately, what Bane can't do, a mere shinworth with little divine power can?

"It's not fair......," said the 78th King of the Ferren Empire, who was the host, with a shudder.

"Hahahaha" Rundel's wild laughter shook the entire arena: "Fair? Justice is only an illusion of the cowardly gods of order deceiving you weak! As a weakling, you have only two choices in front of me, a peerless powerhouse: surrender! Or destruction! Anything here kneel down for me - offer your woman! Give all you have, or die for me! ”

The strong people were chilled.

Kings are desperate!

Kings, you look at me, I look at you, they all see the despair in each other's eyes, they move their broken steps, and finally leave their seats.

There are four imperial kings here, and it would be a great shame in the history of mankind if they all knelt.

However, at this moment, a leisurely male voice came.

The sound was so ethereal, like the sound of a bell from a bell tower on a distant mountain in the morning mist, so far and near, that it was completely elusive. Everyone thinks that the source of this sound is close at hand.

"All the existence here is for you to kneel? Offering my woman? Give all I have? I can't pretend I can't hear that! (To be continued.) )

PS: Again, in terms of the plot, I wrote down according to "Scarlett didn't send white hair".