Time flies, and the confrontation between the Golden Bough Legion and the Iron Rider of Destruction has lasted for nearly half a month

In Domingo's estimation, this former army of a hundred battles can no longer keep up with the changes in the situation, and it is impossible to be the opponent of the destruction of the Iron Cavalry, at most it can only be used as cannon fodder. After a few onslaughts, these low-level soldiers will not be able to support them, and then they will have to change to the Falcon Regiment.

Only then will he play all his cards and fight Midi Asrex with all his might.

However, Domingo took it for granted, but it was not. Fifteen days have passed, and the Golden Bough Legion has not only not been defeated, but has become more and more resilient, and even a little aggressive.

With the passage of time, the generals of the Golden Branch Legion not only understood the characteristics of the aura of blood and the fury of blood, but even the laws of thunder and lightning falling from the sky began to gradually understand the details of when the destruction of the Iron Rider would attract thunder and lightning, how much time it took to descend from the beckon, how to avoid the attack of the thunderbolt, and so on.

In this way, the lack of stamina is the destruction of the Iron Horse. Relying only on the seemingly powerful skills of a higher level, they could no longer continue to suppress the Golden Bough Legion.

Instead, Domingo finds himself being dragged into the territory of the branch of the scroll and caught up in the quagmire of daily fighting. From morning to night, there is almost no end.

After learning from the pain, he couldn't wait any longer, and finally decided to give it a go, first play his hole cards and directly destroy the Golden Branch Army.

Another dawn has arrived.

This time, Domingo didn't push forward as slowly as usual, and he didn't wait for the Golden Bough to harass him. Instead, as soon as he came up, he drove the speed of the whole army and pounced directly on the opponent's camp

He no longer had the luxury of luring the Golden Bough Legion into the encirclement and then annihilating it with the power of the dragon, but sent a message for help as soon as he came up, so that the thunder and lightning clouds could condense directly, and the target was the camp of the Golden Bough Legion.

The Iron Knight of Destruction also sacrificed the Blood Aura and Blood Rage from the first time, and at the same time, the powerful recovery power obtained by relying on the Tree of Life also began to operate to maintain the continuity of the Blood Fury. The five thousand horsemen presented a tight formation of sharp arrows, like a sharp sword unsheathed and cut down, with an indomitable momentum, as if it wanted to crush all obstacles in front of them.

Domingo finally figured it out - no matter what tactics you use, I will use the strongest brute force to break it directly

However, in the next moment, when the high-level and berserk Iron Destruction Rider really collided with those low-level Golden Bough Legion soldiers, Domingo found in disbelief that although he finally played the trump card, the Destruction Iron Knight, which he was so proud of, was still unable to take a step forward

How is this possible?

Could it be that in the half-month-long struggle ahead, the Golden Branch Legion also retained its strength?

In the face of the devastating Iron Rider of Destruction, and the baptism of terrible thunder and lightning formed by the power of the Sealing Dragon at any time, how could they possibly retain their strength?

Domingo was puzzled.

And the next moment, in the battle formation opposite, an incomparably familiar figure reflected in his eyes, making his mind blank.

The figure was extremely tall, with a terrifying courage and aura all over his body, he held a huge and heavy flail in one hand, and a shield like the Great Wall in the other.

Each of his attacks unleashed a surge of magical power, and the heavily armored Destruction Rider would be knocked out of the ground like a pebble for tens of meters as long as it was hit by the flailing flail. There seemed to be a terrible wind around him, which made it impossible for people to get closer, but instead vacated a large open space, which looked like a huge gap from a distance, which was particularly dazzling.

And behind that man, everyone in the Golden Bough Legion, whether it was a soldier of level 10 and level 2, or an experienced knight, a centurion, or even a high-ranking general, all of them were demoralized and fought bravely.

Because that man was Heydrich Hamilton.

The Iron Willed Grand Duke

"W-How is this possible...... It's not true......" Domingo muttered to himself, feeling only bitterness crack in his mouth. For a moment, he even wished that his battle for half a month was a vain dream that he could start all over again.

The Iron and Blood Grand Duke, a powerhouse of the second awakening, is presumptive and above level 75

Level 75.

Just relying on this number on the level is enough to crush anyone present, and it is enough to block a thousand-man team alone. In the entire Duchy of Belmar and even the Arad continent, this level is an existence to be looked up to

What's more, the Golden Bough Legion with the iron-blooded Grand Duke in charge, and the ordinary Golden Bough Legion are completely two different concepts.

With a series of victories and strong strength, Midi and Fina finally won the approval of the Golden Bough. But in the end, all these two young men can do is "order" the Golden Bough Legion. In their hands, the Golden Bough is nothing more than an elite with better equipment, a higher average level, and faster execution of orders.

However, in the hands of the Iron and Blood Grand Duke, this legion seemed to be a whole, like an arm.

You must know that the Golden Bough Legion started from scratch, but the Iron and Blood Grand Duke spent twenty years to build it single-handedly. Every knight was given a sword by him, every general was personally promoted and instructed by him, and every formation was founded and named by him

What kind of characteristics each person has, what they are good at and what they are not good at, whether their personality is calm or hot, and whether they are biased towards attack or defense, the iron-blooded Grand Duke knows it well. Therefore, it is natural to command twice the result with half the effort.

Not to mention the presence of the Iron Blooded Grand Duke, which in itself is the biggest morale boost for the Golden Bough Legion.

He didn't even need to speak, as long as he sat down in the middle of the Chinese army, from commanders to generals, from knights to soldiers, everyone would rush into battle desperately, just to once again realize the myth of the undefeated Grand Duke of Iron Blood

How could such an army with such a "military soul", which even Midi dreamed of, lose to the Destruction Iron Horseman, who only had a three-plate axe and was protected by rank and the power of the dragon?

The moment he saw the Iron Will, Domingo was already distraught.

Because he himself was a member of Hamilton, he naturally understood what kind of outcome this battle would usher in.

It's just that before giving the order to run away desperately, Domingo couldn't help but have a question in his heart-

If it was the iron-blooded Grand Duke himself who had been fighting with him for half a month, then where was Midi?

In a hill next to the camp attached to the Royal Academy of Magic, the five thousand members of the Falcon Regiment have been assembled.

A big battle in Rainbow City, the catastrophic baptism of the power of the sealing dragon, after half a month of rest and further running-in, at this moment, this army composed entirely of adventurers has faded away from the initial immaturity, and after absorbing the gunpowder smoke and blood of the battlefield, it gradually has the elite atmosphere of a hundred battles.

After learning that the real behind-the-scenes enemy was the "Pretender", the Magic Research Department of the Falcon Regiment was also running at full capacity, and Master Norton took the lead in producing, and finally within half a month, referring to the weapons of the exorcist, he created a series of weapons called "Soul Suppression", which were specially designed to target these demons dressed in human skin.

Not only on Midi's side, but also Fina and Alice were ready for their own efforts.

The red-haired girl learns a lot about the magic skills of dealing with demons from the exorcist, and integrates them.

Alice, on the other hand, also managed to find a summoned beast that restrained the demon and concluded a soul contract

It can be said that from the corps to the high-end combat power, everything is fully prepared. Because this is a battle fought on one's own soil, the outcome of which will be the fate of the whole of Belmar, and it is to be taken very seriously by everyone.

Not for profit, not for victory or glory, just to be able to protect this land that belongs to them.

Now, the only key is the Tree of Life.

After the careful care of the gardeners, this seed, which is rooted in the root system of the Belmar Tree of Life and directly draws on the magic power of the dragon veins, has already grown.

Today, it is no longer a seedling, or even a twig, but has grown into a truly large tree that is more than 10 meters tall and has many branches. Its leafy canopy was already at the top of the subterranean space, level with the dome that towered above, and the only option if it was to continue to grow was to break through the ground.

And now, that moment is coming.

"Lord Midi, if the new tree of life is allowed to break through the ground, the old tree of life a hundred kilometers away will immediately discover it, and it will be useless to hide it at that time, are you sure you are ready?"

Midi nodded slightly, feeling the affirmation from the two girls behind him, he showed a calm smile: "Let's start, we're all ready." ”

The entire underground space immediately began to be cleared.

Midi and the others returned to the hills where the Falcon Regiment was hiding, and the rest of the lurkers also withdrew from the underground, instead starting to unabashedly deploy around the camp, leaving only the Elven Elder and his subordinate gardeners.

In the ancient language of the elven elven elders, the newborn tree of life shook its verdant crown slightly as if it had understood human speech. One of the branches suddenly grew and stretched out like a vine, engulfing the group of gardeners and hiding them in the tree.

The next moment, the crown of the tree, like a blooming flower, suddenly contracted and closed, and the whole thing twisted into a strand, and from a distance, this tree of life was like an extremely sharp sword

The verdant sword paused, then stabbed upwards with ease, piercing through the dome of the rock and into the earth.

The entire underground space began to tremble.

The roots that originally belonged to the Belmar Tree of Life had been completely torn apart, shattered, and then devoured.

The newborn Tree of Life swelled like a watered sack, its roots stretching wildly like a spider's web, soon filling the entire underground space, then breaking through the layers of earth and burrowing deeper into the ground, until the dragon veins themselves were entwined in them.

And its branches and body, which had turned into sharp swords, continued to grow upward, and even directly penetrated hundreds of meters of soil

Soon, the whole camp trembled, like a terrible earthquake.

In the midst of the tremors, the ground was raised, the rocks cracked, huge cracks continued to appear, and all the buildings within a radius of nearly a kilometer collapsed.

Amidst the roaring noise and flying dust, a towering tree is slowly rising, like a giant awakened from its slumber.

The newborn tree of life has finally taken root in the land of Belmar and has begun to take shape.