The gate of the palace was a foot thick, with steel plates sandwiched in between, enough to block the bombardment of catapults. The door panel, which normally requires two wrestlers to move, Wisconsin easily pushes it open with just one hand. His muscles tensed as the door opened. The right hand then clenched into a fist and burst out, and with a loud bang, splinters of wood the size of a human head burst out. A finger-thick steel plate flew into the air, already dented.

A group of heavily armed soldiers flipped on their backs, and more gathered around from a distance. Wiscondi strode forward, stopping at the edge of the stone steps, looking down proudly at its feet. Five hundred Praetorian Guards lined up in a perfect encirclement formation, with guns and shields in the front row, and strong crossbows in the back, densely lined up in a crescent shape. Swordsmen with twin swords roamed nearby, their short swords in their left hands blowing off their hair, and the armor-piercing swords in their right hands could easily pierce through the plate armor.

Footsteps came from behind, and Wisconsin turned around. The chief priest sneered and beckoned, and a large crowd of warriors and priests swarmed out to protect him in the center. Wisconstine's face sank as he listened to the chief priest say gloomily:

"The True Dragon Knight has a heavy mission, and you can't just walk away. The platinum dragon god has bestowed great favors on you, and now it's time to pay it back. Get on your knees! Wisconstine! This is the will of the true God, and if you dare to disobey it, death will only be the most merciful punishment. ”

"I don't have time to spend it with you, I came here today just to watch a good show, but I just want to. ”

Wisconsin shook his head, pulling out the indestructible lake. He stared at the Chief Priestess with glowing pupils, ignoring the hundred powerful crossbows aimed at him.

"Let your minions get out of the way, or I'll kill them myself. Adams. It's not easy for you to sit in the position you are in now...... Never mind. That's all my patience is. You are given three seconds to make a choice. ”

"Another piece of rubbish!"

Adams cursed viciously, squeezing out a hanging needle line between his eyebrows. He raised his hand arrogantly and made a gesture to launch a general attack.

The sound of the crossbow string cutting through the air overlapped, then drowned out in an earth-shattering explosion. Wisconsin slammed the indestructible lake to the ground, opening a half-man-deep pit directly at his feet. The stone slabs laid on the ground were instantly erected, forming a ring of protective walls around him. These slabs are up to half a meter thick and are able to support the weight of a dragon.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Adams' face turned pale in an instant, and a blow from Wisconsin just now almost caused an earthquake. The priests surrounding Adams were tossed upside down. The moment the battle broke out, Adams was distraught. Instinctive fear rose from the bottom of his heart and turned into a meaningless howl coming out of his mouth.

The Praetorian Guards rushed up the steps at once, and they were greeted by a stone slab. The one-man high, two-ton stone slab roared away, plowing directly out of the clearing. The heavy armor twisted and shattered like pieces of paper, blood and entrails gushing out of the Praetorian Guards' mouths. The stone slabs that fell under the steps continued to bounce, taking more lives with them.

"You brought it on yourself. ”

Wisconsin emerges from the smoke and dust, like a demon god descending. Every inch of his skin was covered in scales, shining silver. In a short period of time. Wisconstine's height has increased by two inches. The armor on his body was dazzling, and hundreds of inscriptions flowed with golden light. No one could see Wisconsin's face. Only a pair of pupils burned in the twilight.

"True Dragon Form ......"

Adams couldn't help but hold his breath, and the platinum dragon god didn't even take back the favor he had bestowed on Wisconstin. So is what he did really right?Adams began to tremble, but still hissed and roared:

"Kill him, idiots! What are you doing standing there?!

A heavy, oppressive and maddening aura permeated the air, centered on Wisconsin and spread around. The priests, who had finally recited the prayer, broke out in a cold sweat and tried their best to suppress the desire to flee desperately. This is Long Wei, which originally belonged only to the real dragon. The priests trembled as if they were standing naked in the snow, trying to perform their magic under the cover of the Praetorian Guard.

Led by the bravest warriors, the Janissaries pounced on Wisconstin. They saw the light of the blade pass by, and then they lost consciousness. The light of the Indestructible Lake swept through Wisconstin's dance, smashing the ten Praetorian Guards who rushed to the front. Chunks of corpses tumbled in the air, tugging at bloody entrails. More Praetorian Guards rushed forward, still greeted by sword light.

Adams gritted his teeth and chanted the prayer, his knees shaking. Wisconsin approached from twenty meters away, bleeding and severed limbs flying everywhere it went. Adams saw with his own eyes that the high-ranking warriors he had painstakingly recruited to the temple were confronted by Wisconsin, and then slashed from the shoulder to the hip by a sword, and then cut into four pieces by a sword. Steel shields and plate armor are useless, they are equivalent to non-existence in the face of the light of the indestructible lake.

Wisconsin calmly advanced, swinging his sword and slashing the last two fighters in his way. Hundreds of sacrifices were then exposed to him, as fragile as a flock of lambs. Scattered divine spells flew in, like a breeze to Wisconsin in the form of a true dragon. He strode forward, picked up a priest with his chest, and danced in all directions. By the time dozens of sacrificial bones broke and fell, the sacrifice in Wisconstin's hands had long since fallen silent.

"Bold! Fall to ashes under the majesty of the platinum dragon god!"

In the moment of facing Wisconsinding, Adams held out his hand. A torrent of energy rushed away, enveloping Wisconstin, who was carrying the sacrificial corpse. Adams panted and fell to the ground, laughing at Wisconsin who raised his hand to protect his face. In the eyes of everyone, the corpse in Wisconstin's hands turned into ashes and dissipated. He stood motionless, unable to move in the spiraling column of energy.

"See! This is the fate of disobedience to the gods!"

Adams raised his hands in ecstasy, and in an instant he regained his vitality. The divine skill just now was as high as level eight, and even the giant dragon couldn't directly attack it. In the face of this divine art, human beings are as fragile as dead leaves in a stormy wind.

The sword pierced through Adams' body, crushing his collarbone. In a terrible scream, the unscathed Wisconsin raised his right hand and lifted Adams, who was hanging from his sword, into the air. A cruel smile flashed like a startle, and Wisconsin shook his hand. Adams' left arm and half a shoulder fell to the ground, carrying a large canopy of blood.

Without warning, the sound of a huge clash of gold and iron began to echo through the temple, and Wisconsin stumbled involuntarily for the first time. The siege chisel launched from the ballista is the thickness of an arm, and a single one can pierce three brute oxen. A fire erupted from Wisconsin's feet, and the Iron Boots rubbed violently against the ground, and then slammed into deep footprints. Cracks appeared in the solid stone floor, like the marks of a blacksmith with a giant hammer.

Six siege chisels snapped in turn, and the other two grazed Wisconstin's body, half-piercing into the distant wall. Lucas, the leader of the Knights of the Iron Fist of God's Wrath, stood a hundred paces away, staring at Wisconsin with a grim face. He did not give the order to rewind the ballista, because there was only one chance. If Wisconsin hadn't fallen, the Knights of the Iron Fist would have no choice but to flee.

"You know me well, Lucas. ”

Wisconsin coughed lightly, then spurted out a large mouthful of blood. The siege chisel failed to pierce the dragon scales, but the impact hurt his internal organs. Wisconsin turned around with difficulty, looked at the expressionless Lucas and said:

"It's a really good hand, it completely captures my gap. Adams can't tell you, is he's not the kind of guy who wants to be the bait himself. ”

"I've been on the lookout for you since the first day I met you. ”

Lucas shook his head and raised his hand to order the soldiers to prepare for the next round of fire from the ballista. The machine squeaked open, and a new siege chisel was put up. Lucas looked at the crumbling Wisconsin and said with great regret:

"You are arrogant, you do what you want, and you are not bound by morality. Wisconsin, you are a disgrace to the knights. From the day I met you, I knew you couldn't be my successor. Even if the platinum dragon god chooses you, I don't agree. ”

"I'm not interested in being a god's dog. ”

Wisconsin spat away the remaining blood stains from his mouth and took a deep breath. The true dragon form was repairing his body, and he took half a step forward, pointed his sword at Lucas and said:

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you." ”

Wisconstinin replied to the six siege chiseles, and he half-knelt down in an instant, dodging the three siege chiseles, while slanting across the indestructible lake and bouncing two with the side of his blade. The final siege chisel struck Wisconstin's knee, sending him tumbling to the ground and sliding two meters backwards. When Wisconsin looked up, he happened to see Lucas drop his tomahawk with his hands held high.

The sword axe struck in the air, bursting with brilliant light. Lucas flew up and hit the high beam. Wisconsin half-knelt up and found fifty soldiers surrounded. They were armed with heavy crossbows, and their arrows were dark and blue. Far away, Wisconsin can smell the stench of nausea. It was the venom of the carrion snake, and the blood sealed the throat.

"You must die here today, this is my greatest loyalty to the Platinum Dragon God and the Stormland Nation. ”

Lucas, who fell to the ground, trembled in his shoulders and blood on his hands. Wisconsin stood up silently, put the light of the indestructible lake in front of him, and said with the ceremonial posture of a knight:

"I admire you the most when you make a decision and follow through to the end. Go all the way, old stubborn. You often say that it is your regret that you did not be able to start the Knights of the Iron Fist of God's Fury. Now you can ruin miè with it, maybe not bad. ”

Dragon flames burst out from the temple's gates, and the entire temple cracked, disintegrated, and collapsed with a roar. Pale pillars of fire rose into the sky, and waves of fire spread in all directions. The statue of the platinum dragon god swayed again and again, and finally fell from the stone pedestal, breaking into pieces. Hundreds of people were charred, and only a sword-wielding figure stepped out of the fire and staggered away. (To be continued......)