Life in a different world begins with hidden strength

Chapter 200 Their respective hopes

God, the pinnacle of power that all living beings look up to.

The higher you stand, the more powerful you feel.

Central Continent, Theocracy.

The legendary knight commander Tailin stood by the pavilion with his hands behind his back. As a descendant of the god-man who returned to his ancestors, his legendary name is not a respectful name from the people around him, but he does have strength with a power level of over 80.

However, despite this.

Tailin is not the strongest being in the Theocracy. The strongest atavistic gods are at least level 85 or above, even close to level 90!
Don't underestimate the gap of only five levels. If it is made up by quantity alone, it will take at least two or three people to work together to even it out.

The white dragon knights in full gear passed through the portal one after another. It takes two transfers to reach the royal capital of Elantishi, the Holy White City.

It is just a small-scale elite support, not a large-scale group operation. Tailin will not go together, and the power of command is given to a few young and energetic atavistic gods.

The one hundred white dragon legions led by the three legendary strong men were enough to put a heavy weight on the balance of victory.

"In a battlefield where top powerhouses roam, the White Dragon Knight has no meaning other than showing off his power to ordinary people."

There are legendary realms that ordinary humans can never set foot in, but there are some alien beings in the world. Magical and martial arts practitioners, witches, descendants of gods and men, etc. Including some powerful people who have found new ways to bypass the racial upper limit.

Tailin held his hands on the cold marble railings and thought faintly in his heart.

"These forces may determine victory or defeat, but they may not necessarily avoid their own consumption."

King Tyonas personally received the representatives of various countries.

After another discussion, the command returned to the hands of the Kingdom of Elantishi.

As if murmuring madly, the silver-haired girl opened her hands with white gloves and embraced the sky.

However, now is not the time to prepare a feast. A few simple greetings directly started the struggle for command of the coalition forces. The parties were at loggerheads.

These elite forces that are displayed in the open are already the foundation of the Theocracy!
"Speaking of which, the Pope is too rash..."

"I'm back, bringing hope..."

As the powerful men from various countries in the Eastern Continent rushed to this ancient city, the atmosphere of approaching war became more intense.

In the Holy White City, wind and clouds gather.

Gawain, the descendant of the divine blood of the Theocracy, Princess Longya of the Dragon Court, and Augustus, the legendary spellcaster of the Oran Kingdom, are all legendary figures in various countries.

In a sense, this is the time when the top human beings have truly unleashed their peak power.

Although the white dragon only ranks last among the five-color dragons, it is generally recognized as a true dragon, and its adult weight can reach more than 20 tons. The super-strength knights combined with the structure and the power of the white dragon, even ordinary holy warriors have to avoid the edge.

The meeting hall of the royal palace.

Isadel stepped out of the portal with a slightly swaying figure, looking at the pale sky above her head, with the same pale smile on her face.

Legendary strong men who did not appear last time appeared one after another this time.

Tionas got the right to speak. He believed that the Theocracy had the strongest force and should assume the position of the central army, while the remaining forces provided support for the flanks. Command power does not mean much, and all parties can make their own decisions and coordinate on the battlefield.

Since Deyolan died in battle, the king took the position of marshal on this expedition.

Tionas counted the deployment of his men, and the total number was more than 7,000 Constructed Knights and 1,300 Mage Group.

There are one hundred and sixty-one strong members of the Council of Stars, and one hundred members of the White Dragon Knights. The key point is that the number of legendary powerhouses on our side has reached seven! The Holy Cult dispatched three people, one each from Longting and Oran Kingdom, one from the Council of Stars, and one from the country. If seven legendary powerhouses had joined the last battle, perhaps it wouldn't have ended in a disastrous defeat...

The survival of the Elantishi Kingdom depends on this!
The eldest princess Vanessa wore a silver knight's armor and rode on the back of a unicorn. As an important commander of the knights, she accompanied her father Tionas to fight.

"Sister Vanessa, please let me join the fight!" Isadel hurriedly squeezed her way from the crowd to Vanessa. Since she couldn't see her father Tionas, she could only settle for the next best thing.

"Isadel, I remember that you should be in the capital of Oran. How could you make any decisions without receiving the order?" Vanessa spoke sternly and raised the riding crop in her hand: "Go back immediately..."

"Sister Wang, I..." Isadel hesitated. She originally wanted to tell Vanessa that she had been blessed by the gods, but Mijaan had warned her in advance that she was not allowed to tell anyone about it, otherwise the blessing would be lost. exist.

"Back off!" Vanessa pulled down her chin indifferently.

The army quickly reorganized and set off immediately.

Isadel stared blankly at the torrent flowing out of the city on the street, and couldn't help but feel a throbbing in her heart.

"Your Highness, what should we do now?" Follower Sophia stepped forward to ask for instructions.

"We... will live and die with the Holy White City." Isadore had already made up her mind and clenched her fists in front of her.

The leaders of the four legendary levels on the surface of the Great Underground Tomb.

Crypt Lord Anux, the giant Death, Blood Count Lilith, Bone Lord...

"Deathwing hasn't been resurrected yet?" The white-haired Loli sitting on the Throne of Blood had an expression on her face that was half-smiling.

"Reporting to the Supreme Being, Lord Neltharion's soul has never returned." The undead priest prostrated on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"We are in a bit of trouble now...these human beings are far more powerful than we are." The True Ancestor of the Blood Clan noticed that the cards in his hand were not enough.

In the final analysis, her heritage is nothing more than the strength of a large tomb family. Compared with the accumulation of mankind on the entire continent, it is still slightly insufficient.

"Borrow the power of the other supremes! Send out two more guardians, the three-headed hell dog Alagas, the glutton Big Tooth, and the underworld python Jörmungandr..."

The seven legends faced each other, and the true ancestor of the blood clan nodded with satisfaction.

It is destined to be another evenly matched battle!

As a superior chess player, you must maintain the fairness of the rules.

"Come on! Ants, as long as you work hard, you should win a few games occasionally..."

The white-haired Lolita-like True Ancestor of the Blood Tribe raised his young hands, and his wanton laughter echoed in the quiet hall.

"It's so noisy, Original Red, please be quiet..."

The sudden arrival of thoughts heralds the awakening of a new Supreme Being.

The devastated battlefields and once-fertile fields turned into desert-like scenes. The rolling summer wind blew the broken flag.

A war worthy of being recorded in history ended with the complete defeat of the human coalition forces.

Deyolan knew that he was not to blame, and dying in battle was the only option to preserve honor and dignity.

"Let's go! Try to ensure that you have enough strength, I will stop..."

(End of this chapter)