At four o'clock in the morning, a thick black cloud hung over the entire city of Atlanta, obscuring all the starlight.

"It's another super-scale god war, it's just endless-"

In a bunker south of Fort Wildenstein, the commander of the 22nd Wildenstein Panzer Regiment, Sted Wildenstein, smoked a cigarette and looked into the distance with a night vision binocular: "This year, there have been no less than twenty legendary battles in Atlanta alone, right? Including Van Derrick's house." ”

"If you add them, thirty times!"

Beside Stade, his chief of staff, Delo Weir, shrugged: "I don't think it's strange that anyone like your family has risen to this point in just one year, and will face only a lot more conflicts and wars. This is the supreme family that can confront the National Association of Progressives head-on! As far as I know, many people in your family are now excited as if they were beaten with chicken blood. Commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 27th Regiment, your kindred, I saw him in the tavern yesterday. This guy was right in front of us, with Andre Wildenstein's letter tattoo carved on his arm, and then, while drinking, he shouted, saying that little Wildenstein is destined to be the new king of your Hohenstaufen dynasty, and it is our honor to die for him. ”

"There's a bunch of guys in the family who have their heads full of mush. ”

Städler sneered, with a sigh in his mouth, but also with sarcasm: "What restored the glory of the Hohenstaufen family—what age is it? Hohenstaufen does not know how many years it has been destroyed? There are not ten branches that have been handed down, but eight. The new kings of the Hohenstaufen dynasty?Is it necessary that even the Holy Roman Empire should be restored in the territory of America? a bunch of fools whose brains have been burned out by the theory of descent and the so-called glory of the ancestors!"

"But sir, you look excited, too? very—"

Delo Weir squinted suspiciously at Stadde, who saw that the latter's face was flushed and his spirit was clearly in a state of extreme euphoria.

But when normal people are faced with this kind of war, which may cause super-massive casualties, even if they don't feel panic and fear, they will feel heavy, right? Especially when they know that the other side is trying to consume them, the low-level combatants.

"How do you describe it? You look like your whole body is going to burn right now?"

"Of course I'm excited! And for good reason!"

Stadler raised his chin, and with a flashing scarlet glint in his eyes, he looked at the area in front of the bunker that was swept back and forth by searchlights: "Delo, you are not from the Wildenstein family, so you can't understand it. ”

"What?" Dellore Weir's eyes flashed with bewilderment, and he was even more strange now.

"Just half a month ago, the blood in my body awakened——"

Stadler made a move, and then an ice-blue mist condensed in his hand, and then turned into a small ice ray, bombarding the wall next to him, causing the wall to be twenty square meters to freeze.

This is a very superficial technique, but Delo Weir's pupils shrank slightly: "Dragon Vein Warlock, have you awakened the Dragon Vein?"

He knew that this friend of his was extremely talented on the path of a warrior, so before he was thirty years old, he was already a twelfth-level outlaw. But in terms of the bloodline that the Wildenstein family is most proud of, Städ Wildenstein has not been able to make an effective development.

"Level 3 Dragon Vein Warlock! I woke up half a month ago, and I was still at my age. In fact, in the past half a month, at least 1,200 people in our Wildenstein family have become bloodline warlocks, and there is nothing missing! And without exception, they are all the blue dragon bloodline of Patrick, the silent demon dragon, or the Titan warrior. And when someone wakes up, it's a ninth-level bloodline warlock! My daughter is, she's only seven years old now, it's incredible! Do you know what that means, Delo?"

The corners of Studer Wildenstein's lips were slightly raised, and he smiled as if he was a little nervous: "It's the bloodline! There is a member of our Wildenstein family who has strengthened his blue dragon and titan bloodlines to the point where even a distant tribesman like me can awaken the bloodline." Can you guess who this person is?"

"Vice President, huh?"

Delo Weir was thoughtful: "Only this and Chairman Kang Xiuli have the blood of both Titan and Blue Dragon. But I guess it can't be the chairman. ”

- In Atlanta, this is already well-known intelligence.

"So I still understand that guy Rahia, and in this case, how can I not be grateful to the vice president? He is almost thirty years old, and he has not yet become an outlaw. In the past ten years, I have taken a lot of drugs to stimulate my potential, and even my lifespan is not much. But not long ago, when he met the vice president, his body was almost completely recovered, and then he crossed the threshold of level eleven. ”

Stadde Wildenstein said as he put away the ice mist on his hand: "Some people speculate that Mr. Wildenstein Jr. has mastered the Divine Domain of Life and Death, so he can help people directly repair the dark wounds and force the blood clan to surrender, I'm not sure." ”

"Forcing the Bloodline?" was the first time Delo Weir had heard of it.

"You don't know?"

Stadder Wildenstein looked at him: "In the past two days, a lot of troops from the Blood Clan have joined in, Rui Moer and Torredo, they can't be optimistic about our vice president taking the initiative to defect, right?"

He didn't continue on the topic: "All in all, even those in our family's Council of Elders, those elders who thought they were calm and cautious, have gone berserk now. They had taken out all their cash a few days ago, just to hire more mercenaries, more legendary powerhouses to fight. ”

"At this time, I also have to support the vice president no matter what. What the glory of the Hohenstaufen family, I have never been cold. But I believe that the Wildensteins will be the masters of America. As long as we survive this time, then all the forces and all the families in this continent must bow their arrogant heads in front of us!"

Delo Weir shuddered at the frenzy of Steder, but understood the state of his colleague.

He thought to himself that if Stadler was replaced by himself, and the two sides would be in transposition, he was afraid that his current mood would be even more excited than Stadde!

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At the same time, the 'Purple Jewel' building in the north of the city was also brightly lit. Many of the Van Derrick family's dignitaries, as well as a number of visitors from the city, gathered here.

On the large viewing platform, everyone stands by the window, including Heinz van Derrick. And although the position where he was standing had an excellent view, there was no one else around him within ten meters except for a tall and thin man.

"Whether or not the Wildensteins can become a pole of the American Federation depends on the battle of today. If they can make it through, then no one in the entire east and south coasts of America will dare to resist their will. But if they fail, then—"

"They're still members of the Supreme Family! ”

It was the tall, thin man who interrupted Hinds' voice. His name is Alec Van Pitt, and in Atlanta, the Van Peter family used to be on a par with the Howard family, and their influence and financial resources were only inferior to Van Derek and Wildenstein.

The status of this Mr. Alec Van Pitt is also on the same level as Alexandra Howard.

"Unless they're able to kill Andre and the sniper together and take the Sky Scepter, it's very unlikely. That's why I'm here today, Hinds!"

You must know that not long ago, between the two families of Van Pitt and Van Derrick, there was a fight between the two families over the fate of 'Longwei', and even a blood feud. However, the recent demise of the Howard family and the fall of Philip I made Alec Van Pett feel a biting chill, so cold that he personally rushed to the 'Purple Jewel' mansion today to try to get warmth from his former enemies.

"As you say, Lord Alec. ”

Hinds smoked his cigar and looked unpredictable: "So I'm curious about your intentions, if you want to reach some kind of agreement with the Van Derek family about the future situation, I'm welcome." But if you want to do something, then—"

"Did the National Association of Progressives approach you?"

Alec Van Peter interrupted: "So I want to ask your opinion. Don't get me wrong, I certainly can't do anything at this time, unless they've done enough to change the situation in their actions against the Wildensteins. Just wanted to see what you think about another of their proposals. So what do you think, Hinds, could not have restrained Wildenstein after the war, with the power of only one family. ”

"They've contacted me, but I'm still thinking about it. ”

Hinds hesitated for a moment, but decided to show a certain amount of sincerity in front of this future ally.

"At this time, it would be obviously unwise for us to do something to the Wildensteins in the city of Atlanta. However, their latter proposal does have a certain degree of feasibility. Win or lose this war, and the National Association of Progressives will need to find a counterweight to the expansion of the Wildensteins. And in Atlanta, there is no more suitable person than you and me, and they are still sincere. It's just—"

"I just want to see how this battle is going, right?"

Alec Van Peter's eyes were relieved, and he didn't continue to persecute: "I think this should be what the Orientals say about heroes, and I think the same way." Let's see, then, how far can we, the kings of Atlanta and Georgia, go all out under the all-out blows of the National Association of Progressives?"

It was at this time that the telephone rang on the large viewing platform. The ringing came from a black-clad guard standing twenty meters behind Heinz Van Derrick, and after connecting the mobile phone, he made a report in the direction of Heinz with a calm face: "Chairman, it's the phone from Manhattan." Around Anthony's villa, the Emerald City, the two sides are already at war. And from the beginning, it was at the level of divine warfare. ”

This sentence suddenly lifted the spirits of everyone present, and they all looked in the direction of the east of the city with anticipation.

Heinz van Derrick, on the other hand, took another puff of his cigar: "Let the other side keep an eye on the situation at all times, especially Andre Lee Wildenstein! If they can't restrain the sniper of the Wildenstein family, then they won't be able to fight this war in Atlanta." ”

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In Manhattan, Anthony's 'Emerald City' villa, the ten kilometers around here, have been forcibly separated from the main material realm by the Manhattan Magic Tower Committee and entered a semi-dimensional state.

And just as Anthony Braden was just beginning to try to break the curse seal that Thomas Milan had placed on his soul, a great battle broke out on the outer edge of this half-plane.

The first to fight was Li Mochen's Odyssey Fanzhuo, and the opponent of the King of Fanzhuo was Lady Isadora McCas, the goddess of magic's 'slave god' astrological god.

This is a weak god who became a god with the power of faith 200 years ago. Because he mastered the divine power of 'Magic Astrology', he was received by the goddess of magic.

The 'Magic Astrological Sign' is undoubtedly very powerful, powerful enough to interfere with, and even block Li Mochen's use of the power of the stars, and can also greatly enhance Isadora McCass's astrological spells.

However, this divine power is also difficult to improve, Isadora McCas's divine power level is only at the elementary level, and she doesn't even have the power to open up the divine kingdom, and she has stayed in the mortal world so far. And the battle with Odyssey Van Dro was quick and exciting.

The former's spells were endless, and those powerful star spells, Isadora McCass cast them as easily as she could. However, her sixteen-story magic tower has not been able to enter this half-plane, under the deterrence of the sixteen magic energy annihilation cannons on the side of the 'Emerald City' villa, as well as the many magic towers in the sky, the enemy's magic towers can only stop outside the half-plane for the time being, in order to avoid the bombardment of the 'Emerald City'.

Odyssey Van Zhuo, on the other hand, kept trying to get closer, constantly assaulting, his body was suddenly divided and merged, and his blood-colored source power was indestructible, and he could easily destroy and tear those star spells one by one.

If it weren't for his enemies, who mastered the extremely superb art of star leaping, Odyssey Van Zhuo would have slashed Isadora McCasse under the sword.

But what kind of person is Li Mochen? With his rich experience and Taoist accumulation, it can be seen at a glance that these two people are paddling. The seemingly exciting battles are actually more of a performance.

Isadora McCas, who was capable of fighting the magician head-on, was indeed not at all his strength, and neither was the King of Van Zhuo.

And the same approach was taken by another Van Zhuo, Schroeder Van Zhuo, the chosen opponent, also from the command of the Goddess of Magic. It should be the cardinal under the goddess of magic, a near-god-level combat power, who is suppressing Schroeder Van Zhuo, the prince of the blood clan, with various divine techniques given by the goddess of magic.

The latter certainly holds the divine power of medium 'water', and his combat power is extremely powerful. But the cardinal, with the help of the goddess's gift, wantonly transformed and distorted magic, creating incredible power - that is one of the powerful divine powers of the goddess of magic, 'magic shaping'.

"Two cunning fellows!"

Li Mochen glanced at the two of them from afar with a scope, and couldn't help laughing.

However, he didn't reprimand or force the two Fanzhuo to go all out, but just secretly made a note in his heart.

There is no doubt that the Fanzhuo clan had already reached a tacit understanding with the Goddess of Magic Church before the battle. As a force that has been attached to his banner, this kind of action can undoubtedly be called his heart!

However, Li Mochen didn't expect these two people to serve him wholeheartedly, and if they were able to directly involve two opponents of equal strength, they had already achieved the goal of bringing them over.

The dissatisfaction with these two people can wait until the fact to find a chance to attack, and in the future, he has a way to concoct these two guys.

"It's cunning indeed—"

At this time, Moses Rui Moer, who was standing behind Li Mochen, also said for it: "It can also be called smart, and the battle on the outer edge of the battlefield should be the safest." As early as the dark times of the Middle Ages, there was a long-standing saying in our secret alliance that Bruch, Gangero and Remorle were at the forefront, and Vanzhuo stood behind them to pick up power and money. ”

"But now standing at the back should be me, the boss. ”

Li Mochen had already moved the scope in other directions. By the time he finished saying this, there were already dozens of demigods in this area, and they began to fight each other.

The light of the magic had already illuminated this half-plane with a radius of ten kilometers like the white sun. And the shock waves and qi waves caused by the impact of the source force also began to destroy every inch of land in the half-plane.

Li Mochen did not choose those demigods as targets, he judged that he might only have one or two chances to make a move, so he had to choose more valuable targets and do his best to reduce the pressure on Anthony Braden.

He quickly locked on to one with his scope, and it was Ivan Cotter, the 'God of Processing' under the command of Thomas Milan.

The concept of 'processing' is very powerful, and Ivan Cotter has also entered the realm of the gods in the field of alchemy. And at this time, this Zhou's body is full of the brilliance of mythological arms. So much so that his opponent, Cologne, the 'God of the Erie Canal' invited by Anthony with a lot of money, was completely suppressed by Ivan Cotter.

The former is a priesthood condensed with the 'divine power of water', but this one did not dare to compete with those powerful water gods and sea gods when condensing the godhead, but used the Erie Canal to condense the faith of sailors.

And although this person holds the medium-level 'divine power of water', when facing Ivan Kotn's numerous mythical weapons, he is unable to support it.

If it weren't for the fact that the Erie Canal was right next to Manhattan, it would have provided him with a steady stream of divine power. The god of the canal had already been slain by his opponent at the time of the fight.

In Li Mochen's eyes, this 'God of Processing' is undoubtedly one of the people who pose the greatest threat to Anthony Braden. This person only has 'processing' in his own possession of theocracy, but this person relies on mythological equipment to grasp additional theocratic powers, but there are as many as six.

If the opponent is really ready to use the pair strategy as he expected, then he must first sweep the person out of the battlefield.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Moses, if that lady really wants to get involved in this divine war and make a move on me. ”

"Don't worry, my Highness!"

Moses Remor's expression was solemn and he bowed slightly: "I will guarantee that your Destiny Land Magic Tower will not be disturbed by any external forces." Even the gods!"