In the square in front of the gate of the palace, an aura of murder was enveloped, turning the entire space into a solemn atmosphere, so that even the birds and beasts disappeared!

In addition to the elites of the four major families who were no less than five thousand around, there were only the corpses of the palace guards who had kept their own blood and gradually lost their lives!

The High Priest and the Four Guardians faced each other in mid-air, while the Fallen looked up from the ground, his hands silently forming handprints. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the walls of the marble-carved royal palace, above the head of the three-headed poisonous dragon stood a big man with a beard on his face, he was the king of Babylon's generation - Juza!

Ju Sa looked at the changes in front of him in a daze, thinking that the rights of the entire kingdom were about to be within reach, but he didn't expect the four major families to have other ideas.

Hehe, with a bitter smile in his heart, Jusa straightened the crown on his head, and then touched the golden knife on his waist that symbolized royal power, he had already seen it and figured out what the next result would be, so in the end, he only had two requirements left.

Sending his youngest son Cassio, the most regal, out of Babylon, as a royal hope, and to be dignified, like a real king, to guard his palace, to be like a real king, to carry his own sword, sit upright on his palace, and wait for the arrival of fate!

Straddling the golden sword, looking back to the east, his youngest son, Cassio, had already gone out of the east gate under the protection of two third-order guards.

Those two guards grew up with him and were his absolute confidants, so he was at ease.

No longer looking at the battlefield outside the city, and no longer caring about whether this political overthrow will win or lose in the end, he just wants to return to his palace, sit on the throne, and wait for fate!

This is, king, the manners of the deserved!

The silent main hall of the palace is less flattering from the ministers, less than the arrogant debriefing process of the feudal officials, and less than the mutual bargaining of the five major families.

He was the sixth and last king to be overthrown, but fortunately, with the efforts of the first king, his father, and the support of the high priest, the most odious of Hannibal was banished, so that the palace had a palace guard, a janissaries, and a hope of success!

Cassio is indeed very knowledgeable and suitable to sit on the throne, remember that when he launched a coalition of the four major families against Yord and regained power, Cassio, who was only thirteen years old, dissuaded himself, saying that the power of the royal family has not yet reached that level!

It's a pity that although he is the king of hundreds of thousands of citizens of Babylon, he is still only a father of extreme ego, so Jusa did not listen to Cassio's advice and insisted on doing it!

Perhaps, with another twenty years of accumulation, when Cassio is king, the Babylonian royal family will really have a chance to regain power, right?!

Now understand, it's too late!

Jusa smiled bitterly, and then, as if on the day he ascended the throne, he cleaned himself up, sat upright on the throne, pressed the armrest of the throne with his right hand, and held the handle of the golden sword with his left hand, and then sat motionless!

Outside the palace, the elites of the five thousand and four major families have spread out, some surround the four gates of the palace, and some take over the defense of the palace with the arrogance of the victor!

And in the sky, the Guardians of Wuwei have finally started their own battle!

The high priest chuckled, and when the mental power in his hand surged, a rubber man with a height of more than ten zhang appeared out of thin air.

This rubber man exudes an aura that belongs to the peak of the fourth order!

The four guardians were slightly startled, and one of them, the guardian of the Douglas family, who was dressed in red robes, exclaimed softly: "I didn't expect that the high priest's summoning technique was so shocked, it seems that the high priest is not far from the sixth order!"

The High Priest gave the four Guardians a nonchalant glance, then bit his wrist and let the fountain of blood gush out.

The faces of the four guardians changed, and they said loudly, "Stop him!

The power of divine arts, people who saw it back then, will be shocked, even those who have not personally seen the power of divine arts, will be frightened to death by the exaggerated records in that cumbersome classic record!

There are countless gods in the Aegean world, but the one who can really be called a god and give priests divine magic is the one who is called the creator!

That supreme god who even the gods have to bow down to and give their will!

Therefore, every divine art will have a breath that belongs to the supreme god, or infinite vitality, or endless killing!

The four Guardians struck at the same time and headed straight for the High Priest, and they wouldn't have cast a spell to attack the High Priest!

In the classics, there is a record of divine magic, but it is clearly stated that in the process of divine spell casting, all energy cannot hurt the magic caster, and only the physical attack can kill the spell caster before the magic ends!

Just as the patriarch of the Sykes family rushed over, the rubber man at the peak of the fourth order also moved, and with an unstoppable brute force, he suddenly slammed into it!

The patriarch of the Sykes family shook his telekinetic wings in an instant, and his body seemed to teleport past the body of the rubber man and went straight to the high priest!

However, when he crossed the rubber man's body, the joy on his face turned into surprise, because he was still in front of the rubber man's fist!

At this time, the guardian of the Mance family at the back shouted: "Everyone, this rubber man's ability seems to be back to the original point, you three, it seems to be marked by its ability, no matter how you dodge, you will be pulled back to the marked point! Now, the only way is for us to strike together and kill this rubber man first!"

Clearly, his words were shared by everyone!

The four guardians began to have their telekinesis surging in their hands, and the surging telekinesis began to fluctuate, even with the entire space!

What kind of damage would be caused by the bombardment of four fifth-order spells together?

No one knows, unless it is those sages who have lived for more than three hundred years, they will remember the scene of tens of thousands of fifth-order confrontations in the battle between humans and orcs three hundred years ago!

In that battle, the third-order was only up to the standard of a soldier, and the legion composed of the fifth-order could only be called elite by the great sages!

It is because of tens of thousands of fifth-order confrontations that the Northland is now barren!

The High Priest smiled lightly and began to chant from his mouth: "O Supreme Being, your most loyal believer intended to exchange this most pious soul for your divine magic......!

The incantations are complicated and lengthy, which is one of the major flaws of the divine arts, and therefore, all priests who have practiced the sacrificial divine art will inevitably practice a powerful summoning technique at the same time, just like the rubber man summoned by the high priest!

As the spell progresses, the four Guardians seem to be faster, and their hands have condensed their own spells to become famous!

The High Priest sighed lightly, then looked down at the shadow of the Yord family: "Your Excellency the shadow guard of the Yord family, help me hold them back, ten seconds!"

As the words fell, the seal in the high priest's hand changed, and he began to chant incessantly again, but the speed of his speech suddenly increased much faster!

With a glint in his eyes, he nodded slightly, and the last seal in his hand was successfully formed!

A blade of pitch-black smoke appeared in front of him!

With a crazy smile on the corner of his mouth, Fallen grabbed the blade composed of smoke: "Thirty years to sharpen a sword!"