Almost no one ever pays attention to the earrings of the little pair.

Even Song Ziyu didn't pay attention.

Therefore, when Xiaoshuang threw out the earrings, Song Ziyu found out that it was a small humanoid doll.

The size of the humanoid doll similar to the earring design is negligible, but the moment it lands, the surrounding ground begins to shake!

Boy!

It's incredible!

Immediately, under everyone's shocked gaze, the small earring turned from almost invisible to a behemoth.

This whole process of expansion lasted for dozens of seconds, and everyone looked at it, and their expressions began to be unnatural.

Song Ziyu couldn't help but have his eyes lit up!

Isn't this the mechanical puppet of Li Canghai?

Only then did Song Ziyu remember that after killing Li Canghai that day, this "Gundam" was taken by Xiaoshuang.

It's just that I didn't expect that Xiaoshuang could turn them into earrings and carry them with them.

Mechanical golems are here!

The scene was terrifying!

Almost instantly, everyone in the major clans shut up.

Everyone looked at Xiaoshuang with the eyes of aliens, completely frightened.

Being able to scare a group of intelligent high-level zombies like this, what a shock Xiaoshuang brings!

"Let's go, I want to go up to the Holy Mountain to see." Xiaoshuang muttered at Song Ziyu, and then jumped onto the shoulder of the mechanical puppet.

Immediately, the mechanical golem took a step on its giant mechanical legs, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked towards the wall of the Blood Spring Pass.

There will be no suspense in the next battle.

The mechanical puppet is simply a large shield machine, and the whip mountain and moving stones are all small scenes, if this is left in the Yugong house, the Taihang Wang House can only fucking run away with a bucket overnight.

Under Xiaoshuang's command, the mechanical puppet's hands deformed for a while, transforming into a spiral.

With the civil engineering work of the mechanical puppet, soon the wall of the blood spring pass that had been cast for a hundred years was broken through a large hole.

Following this gap, the army of the Demon Banquet Alliance, which had an advantage in numbers and combat power and equipment, swarmed up and quickly broke through the defense line of the Blood Fountain Pass.

Originally, the defenders defending the Blood Spring Pass only needed to guard the city gate, but now there is an extra loophole, and the defenders have to divide their forces to plug the leak, which makes the defenders, who are not enough in force, stretched.

However, to add insult to injury, on the city wall overhead, there were a large group of zombies climbing down, and under the enemy on their backs, the city gate could not be defended after all.

When the city gate was taken, the army of the Hidden Alliance stationed at the Blood Fountain Pass was completely collapsed.

The gates are open!

The Demon Banquet Alliance clan outside the city led all the zombie warriors to rush forward, completely laying the foundation for the victory of the battle.

After this battle, the main force of the Hidden Alliance army that attacked the Holy Mountain was wiped out.

There was no danger to defend the holy mountain, so Song Ziyu directly waved his army north, and soon arrived at the foot of the holy mountain.

At this time of the battle, the major clans of the Demon Banquet Alliance seemed to have a new understanding of Song Ziyu and Xiaoshuang.

Whether it is Song Ziyu, Er or Xiaoshuang, who can control the mechanical puppet, their prestige has reached the peak among the major clans!

With this popularity, Song Ziyu unceremoniously ascended the holy mountain.

Regarded as a sacred mountain by both the Demon Feast Alliance and the Secret Clan, it is nothing more than an inconspicuous mountain.

Song Ziyu climbed the holy mountain, and then saw the top of the mountain in a mess.

The buildings on the top of the hill have been greatly damaged, and it can be seen that the tiles on the mountain in the afterlife have been demolished.

And that's not all!

The important cultural relics left by the ancestors of the Demon Banquet Alliance on the holy mountain were also looted.

"We're late!" Duke Bomir looked at the excavated Houshan Holy Tomb, and a desperate expression appeared on his face: "Ze, these *** of the Secret Alliance, they don't even let go of the remains of the ancestors!"

Holy Family

Although they don't die naturally, there are not a few who die in battle, especially in the war with the Hidden Alliance, and the number of deaths is countless.

These zombies of the Dead Demon Banquet Alliance, probably the greatest wish in this life is to be buried on the Holy Mountain, so that they can go out to another world and listen to the teachings of the Ancestors.

Of course, the remains that are eligible to be buried in the Holy Mountain are the greatest warriors during their lifetime!

After all, the holy mountain is so big, not everyone is qualified to be buried here.

Therefore, those who are eligible to be buried here have been assessed and agreed by most of the clan leaders.

This creates another problem!

There is no doubt that the people who can become the heroes of the Demon Banquet Alliance will be counted as one, and their hands must be stained with the blood of the Secret Alliance!

So!

When the Marquis Dante hit the holy mountain, the first thing he did was to directly raise the ashes in the cemetery!

For the people of the Hidden Alliance, this graveyard is their blood feud.

Song Ziyu doesn't care about this.

Ignoring the nobles of the various clans who were crying to death, Song Ziyu called Vermeer and asked, "What did your ancestor leave behind in the Holy Mountain...... I mean he left it with his own hands."

Vermeer spoke, "There are not many things left by the Ancestor on the Holy Mountain, and there are many things that have been made up, but there is one thing that is 100 percent."

"What's that?" Song Ziyu asked.

In Song Ziyu's opinion, if Vermeer doesn't know something, then no one knows.

Really!

Vermeer did not disappoint Song Ziyu.

Vermeer, a saint, spoke, "Inscription!"

"What inscription?"

Song Ziyu asked.

Vermeer said, "The inscription written by the Ancestor himself, on a monolith of obsidian...... That thing can't be faked."

"How do you know if you can't fake?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"Because this is what many of the first generations have seen with their own eyes! You can't fake it!" Vermeer explained, "And ......"

"And what?" Song Ziyu asked.

"And I've seen that inscription, it's a text we can't understand at all."

Vermeer highlighted a turbid breath and said: "This kind of writing, many sages in the past generations have wanted to decipher, but they can't do it, for now, the words on the inscription are a method that the ancestors have mastered."

The more Vermeer talked, the more mysterious it became, and the mystery was so mysterious that Song Ziyu felt that he was listening to a mythological story.

"Where's the inscription?"

Song Ziyu asked.

Vermeer said, "Before the attack on the Holy Mountain, the inscription was on the Holy Mountain...... It is precisely because of the existence of the inscription that the holy mountain is revered as a sacred mountain...... Now the inscription is gone."

"Huh?"

"If it's not bad, the inscription should have been transferred by the Marquis of Dante!" Vermi said, "Now you have also seen that everything on the holy mountain has been destroyed, and even the ancestral tomb has been lifted."

Hearing this, Song Ziyu expressed annoyance.