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The Bourbon Kingdom, the capital of Jinlin, and the Palace of Vancheer.

The young Bourbon king Bonaparte sat on the throne of the King's Hall, looking at the blue sky through the open door of the hall. There was no expression on his face, but careful people could always find many things in his eyes, nervous, excited, excited, and even a little fear and uneasiness. According to the plan previously formulated, his army had begun a full war with the orcs in the north. The terrible Dragon Legion would crush the orcs of thousands of years of combat experience, and even the Temple of War would tremble for his army... Yes, the Temple of War, and the Pope Hall that covers the twelve Middle-earth Kingdoms, the sky dome entrenched in the Western desert, as well as the fortress of knowledge, the Gate of Judgment, the Temple of Valhalla, the Natural Academy, etc. They were revered as the Seven Holy Lands, and are the last dignity of mankind, the guardians of the continent... In Bonaparte's eyes, they were just the shackles of the corrupt power that restricted the royal power.

The kingship is supreme, the Seven Holy Land is too hindering, the Kingship is above everything else, Bourbon does not need to point fingers in the Pope Hall... Father, you are dead because you are too timid, and I am here! One day, the Seven Holy Land will also look up to my majesty...

"You shouldn't have fantasized about the victory, the king of humanity." Suddenly, I remembered a cold voice, Bonaparte's eyes narrowed slightly, and sank the murderous intent into his heart. He knew the other party's identity, the dragon clan from overseas, and the powerful Yalong Legion brought him. The three northern kingdoms had the power to compete for the continent in a few years, and it was also because of his training that they only needed each. Although the dragon clan was powerful, their number was too small. Although the Yalong clan was huge, they also had their own weaknesses. He had already explored this weakness in a few years.

When I swept the continent and stepped on the Seven Holy Land under my feet, the Dragon Clan is nothing. Although the individual strength is stronger, the military formation can kill him, and the professionals of the Seven Holy Land can also kill him. Thirty years... I only need thirty years...

"Of course not, but we can see the strength of the Yalong Legion. The barbarians in the north cannot stop it. The orcs who only charge in a mess cannot resist the Yalong crushing, let alone the two-legged dragon knight's spear throwing spear." Bonaparte stood up and said in a deep voice, "Since the dragon tribe has chosen Bourbon, then cooperate in a mutually beneficial direction between us!"

Stupid, the wisdom of ants is just because of the strong customs of the Bourbon people, so my clan chose you? Don't joke, it's entirely because the Bourbon royal family usurped the throne and seized the country, and they didn't know the secrets of the mainland hegemony and the Lunar Eclipse War. It's really ridiculous. A mere king of a country dares to challenge the majesty of the Pope Hall and the Temple of War, and even attempts to trample the Seven Holy Land... Your army should be killed by the elites of the Temple of War, and the Northern Three Kingdoms army wandering outside the three major passes of the Griffon Mountains is almost in trouble. The Temple of War is not as inaction as the Pope Hall... After all, you and your country are already two other countries, but they are just test sites for our tribe to test the power of the Dragon Legion, and there are also abandoned sons who have provoked the relationship between the Temple of War and the Pope Hall...

Angles, the eighth-level dragon, had an undetectable sneer on the corner of his mouth, and was happy that he could return to Dragon City to report his life. The dragon's pride despise all weaknesses and stayed in this palace every day. He listened to the king's ridiculous and inflated desire for power and the so-called king's way, and he was very happy at first because the ignorance of the ants would also become a source of fun, but over time, all that was left was contempt. Although the dragon clan despised humans, he still maintained respect for the professions of the Seven Holy Land. Being able to drive the Dragon clan all the way to the sea is also considered the most powerful enemy. Even when facing any holy land, the dragon clan must do his best. And this stupid human king actually fantasized about putting the Seven Holy Land under his feet?

The dragon was about to express his ridicule in obscurely, but suddenly his face changed driftingly, and he stood up from the gorgeous golden chair and looked out of the hall in shock. Bonaparte saw the dragon's disobedience. However, before he could ask, a deafening roar rose up. The white holy light was both the warmth of saving lives and the holy fire to judge evil. The four seventh-level strong men hidden in the corner surrounded Bonaparte at the first time. The four soul-fighting barriers and elemental boundaries supported, blocking the falling tiles and stones. The majestic king's palace collapsed in an instant. The flying smoke and dust could not stop the pure white holy light and the overflowing blood. Bonaparte could barely see that hundreds of soul-fighting barriers were flashing with terrifying light, and the bodies of thousands of palace guards were everywhere, and blood stained the bricks and stones.

The platinum sacred armor shone with a sacred light, and the scepter in his hand represents the highest military command of the Holy See. Hannibal's footsteps were calm, and there was an old man with white hair floating next to him. The red robe on his body was lingering in holy light. It seemed particularly sacred and inviolable under the barrier of fighting souls of the holy light. King Bonaparte recognized it at a glance. This was the cardinal of the Bourbon Kingdom, the "incompetent" bishop who smiled with a sarcastic look on his face. Judging from the barrier of fighting souls on his body, the eighth-level paladin.

"You actually dare to invade my palace! The practice of the Pope Hall will arouse Bourbon's anger!" King Bonaparte roared, "It's not too late to leave now! When the imperial guards enter the palace, it's hard for you to fly!"

"Before you say these words, you'd better look outside." Hannibal even sneered, as if he was looking at a clown. Bonaparte looked at the entire royal city from the highest royal palace. It was already in chaos. The white robes and silver armor were the Knights of the Knights of the Pope Hall, and the heavy cavalry of the North Camp of the Imperial Guards were galloping in the city. However, the banner they had to be the Holy Cross Banner of the Pope Hall!

"See clearly? The Pope Hall has been operating Middle-earth for thousands of years, and has planted countless pieces, which have been deeply engraved in the state of the twelve countries. Even if it is governed inaction, the twelve countries can be planted with the Holy Cross flag overnight! And today, the Bourbon Kingdom will surely fall. If you collude with the dragon clan, you will be ashamed of the heroic souls who died ten thousand years ago!" Hannibal ignored Bonaparte with a pale face and looked at Angeles, "Mr. Dragon, please stay and give the Pope Hall an explanation."

"The silver hand also moved... However, if you want to keep me, it seems that it is still a little short of it!" Angeles snorted coldly and the dragon power roared out. However, the Cardinal beside Hannibal took a step forward and cut off the thick dragon power. "Let me know the dragon power of the eighth-level dragon!"

"Bishop Barty, the royal city is in chaos, and you need to preside over the situation. Here we will leave it to us," Hannibal said lightly. "In the battle of hegemony in the mainland ten thousand years ago, the God of War Guard killed all the eight Tianlong troops from the front. The Silver Hand asked himself that it was no less than any ultimate legion, so how could it not be left behind a reptile! The Silver Hand, arrayed and attacked!"

As soon as the words fell, three hundred silver-handed paladins divided into three rings, surrounding the dragon in the center, and ten paladins rushed towards Angeles, with a concentration aura under their feet. The sword in their hands trembled with the holy light, containing the power of elements. Angeles roared and punched a paladin. The sacred light round shield in his hand shattered, and his fist continued to hit the paladin's chest. Even the armor was sunken. The paladin vomited blood and flew backwards, but in the next moment,

Ten holy light bullets penetrated into the paladin's body as if they were not free of money. Three paladins opened the prayer aura, and the power of life surged into the injured. When the paladin landed, he was already completely injured. He replaced the armor on his body with a new set of armor. The paladin had no expression on his face and rushed forward again. This kind of scene continued to appear, but none of the paladins died in battle. Fifty paladins attacked in turn, and more than two hundred paladins were responsible for logistics. The holy light was healed, but they could not die.

The thick soul-fighting barrier was fully activated, but in the end, a paladin rushed into his body, and the round shield that blessed the sacred shield tightly held back Angles. The long sword was thrown aside, and the Atlanta dagger appeared in his hand. The revenge skill was activated, and the sharp edge of the various elements of the powers pierced into the dragon's body, stabbed in, and pulled out...

Angeles roared and was about to shake all the Paladins away. However, the next moment, countless ice flowers bloomed on him, causing the accumulated power to disappear suddenly. Holy frozen, the Paladin's aggressive halo aura aura, the next moment, lightning, then, the Holy Fire, and then, the judgment aura that cuts its power... The attacking forces of various systems continued to invade Angeles' body. Although their power was not worth mentioning, they were enough to interrupt his energy accumulation. At this moment, he would never dare to turn into a dragon. For the Paladin, the huge dragon body was their living target for practicing the hammer of blessing and the fist of heaven...

Three hundred soul-fighting barriers were extremely shining, making Angeles unable to look directly. The pain on his body showed his bad situation. With a glance, Hannibal was lying the corpses of four seventh-level powerful men. His fingers pointed at Bonaparte's eyebrows, easily ending his dream of being a king. The king of Bourbon slowly fell to the ground in disbelief. It turned out that as a monarch of a country, death was so ordinary.

"Wait, I surrender... Well, I choose to surrender. You can stop. With the pride of the dragon clan, you won't play any tricks after surrendering." Angeles finally chose to surrender.

"I refuse." This is Hannibal's answer, "You are the one who initiated the war between the three kingdoms and the north, and let innocent people die because of your selfishness. Dragon, you will be punished by death."

Angeles was stunned. It was at this moment that countless attacks came. Ten Styx guns, carrying the power of the Holy Light and the revenge strike, stabbed him high: "Consul, give him the last blow!"

A golden light surged on Hannibal's body, and the barrier to fighting souls was sacred gold. The earth under his feet cracked, Hannibal's golden light lingered, and even faint golden wings appeared behind him, like an angel descending.

"The highest holy spirit in the world! Damn it! Why do you have this power!" Angles yelled.

"This is not what you need to know. Dragon clan, you have withdrawn from the mainland stage. Human beings are the dominant here. How can our homeland allow you to covet it? Dominate the mainland and regain everything..."

Hannibal soared into the sky, and the golden light shone on everything, like the second sun, sending out a righteous judgment.

"I will break your fantasy! Heaven-Tang-Zhi-Fist!"
Chapter completed!