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Chapter 133 The Three Kings, The Emperor

In the imperial capital, the teleportation array in the Imperial Guard Knights' garrison outside the city was brightly lit, and the sea-blue beam of light soaring into the sky dispersed a corner of the dark clouds surrounding the imperial capital.

The huge figure of the polar ice bear stepped out of the sea-blue beam of light.

The next moment, the teleportation array of sea-blue rays of light subsided slightly, turned into a pure blue color, and soared into the sky.

After a while, nine giant blue birds flew out from the pure blue light, pulling a feather-shaped palace, and fell parallel to the polar ice bear.

The pure blue light converged, and turned into a deep black light again in an instant, soaring into the sky. The dark clouds in the corner of the imperial capital were completely dispersed by the continuous bursts of light.

For the first time in many years, wisps of clear and warm sunlight fell within the residence of the Knights of the Imperial Guard.

A huge Balrog with a height of [-] meters, with its limbs and neck pierced by chains burning with dark black flames, pulled an inverted pyramid-shaped palace suspended in mid-air out of the black light.

Three palaces stand side by side.

The polar ice bear rose up with manpower, and the huge bear paw slammed on the ground like a demonstration. On the ground, a layer of khaki-yellow light emerged before the bear paw hit the ground, blocking the bear's paw blow, and the entire garrison camp shook violently moment.

The nine cyan giant birds were not willing to be lonely, they all spread their wings and raised their necks and screamed, countless whirlwinds swayed from the wings of the nine cyan giant birds.The earthy yellow light reappeared, slowing down the spreading speed of the cyan whirlwind, and then trembled suddenly, the earthy yellow light flourished, and the gravitational force of the earth seemed to suddenly intensify countless times, and the cyan whirlwind could not escape its restraint, and was suppressed and dissipated one after another.

At this time, the Balrog suddenly waved his fists and beat his chest fiercely. The red flames on his body instantly turned into pitch black. The Balrog stared at his eyes angrily and opened his bloody mouth. The black flame seemed to be spewed out endlessly. This flame seems to make the earthy yellow light extremely afraid, and even dare not let it touch anything. When the black flame is still in the air, the earthy yellow light seems to have its own spirituality, turning into an earthy yellow cloak, and in the air Roll, engulf all the black flames in it, and then turn into a giant palm in an instant, and head towards the Balrog!

In the inverted pyramid-shaped palace, a deep pure black arc waved out, and it swung upwards, just enough to swing the giant khaki palm away. At the same time, the Balrog also restrained the flames, and glared at the giant palm in the sky angrily.

On the back of the polar ice bear, Sea King's clear voice came out:

"Okay, King Yuan, don't be so angry. Everything will be settled when we go to the palace tomorrow."

In the feather-shaped palace, a cold and misty voice sounded:

"What King Hai said is true, King Yuan calms down his anger and goes to the palace tomorrow, and everything will naturally come to an end."

In the inverted pyramid-shaped palace, a gloomy cold snort resounded, and then the black light subsided in half an arc, and the khaki-yellow giant palm on the sky disappeared without a trace.

"Forget it, tomorrow we will go to the palace with the three kings to see what the Otto family is saying!"

The three palaces moved at the same time, and with this movement, the scepter intertwined with blue and gold rose up from the Sea Palace.

On the Fengwang Palace, the pure blue scepter radiance gathered together.

The whole Palace of the Abyss was lit up, with a light as dark as an abyss, slowly condensing a pure black scepter in the sky.

The three kings moved to the capital of the emperor.

The three scepters shot up into the sky, and when the Three Kings passed by, the dark clouds and thunder disappeared, and only the pure sunlight shone down.

A bright sunny avenue leads directly to the gate of the imperial capital!

Wherever they passed, the common people were like waste, and the nobles stopped their cars and horses. An old nobleman chanted the oldest song of the human race.

There was a faint murmur, making it difficult to make out the words.

But this weak voice made the scepter above the Sea King's palace a little brighter.

One murmur sounded, another murmur sounded, a hundred murmurs joined together, and countless murmurs became solemn and sacred...

The voice of chanting, which was born at the beginning of the birth of the human race, has been passed down to this day, and almost no one remembers the words in it.

But it is this shallow tone whispered by the mouth and nose, which is chanted from the mouths of countless ordinary, extraordinary, or noble human beings, but it is solemn and majestic, shocking...

At the beginning, it was only the scepter of the Sea King that was shining brightly. As the Three Kings carriage moved forward and entered the imperial capital, the murmurs became more and more loud, the solemn tune became more magnificent, and the scepter of the Wind King rose with blue light.

After passing through the First Avenue of the Imperial Capital, the Palace of the Three Kings is directly facing the main gate of the Imperial Palace. The sound of eulogizing the saints continues, gradually spreading to the entire Imperial Capital. The black light of King Yuan's scepter also rises into the sky, against the sun...

"The King of the Sea has arrived, meet the emperor!"

"The King of Wind has arrived, let's meet the Emperor!"

"King Yuan has arrived, let's meet the emperor!"

Three long and neat voices echoed in the imperial capital at the same time.

The murmur of the holy voice also came to an end.

"Sea King, the previous king is sacred, you protect the first birth of the human race!"

"Wind King, the previous king is sacred, you protect the youth of the human race!"

"King Yuan, the previous king is sacred, you protect the ignorance of the human race!"

The last chanting of the three voices is the voice of praise to the saints. The only remaining text, the three lines of text, are engraved in the hearts of the people by the immortal achievements of the three kings of the first generation of the human race!

The brilliance of the Neptune's scepter suddenly became blazing, and it suddenly rose against the falling sun, and the blue and gold intertwined rays of light suddenly split apart, with the vast land on one side and the vast ocean on the other.

The wind king's scepter flickered slightly, and suddenly disappeared without a trace. A ray of blue light, like the wind, flew mistyly over the land and ocean, propping up a piece of blue sky.

Yuan Wang's scepter is the most special, the black and deep light suddenly converges, and condenses into a real scepter, but the length of the arm is like a shooting star, swallowing all the light, tearing out a jet of blackness in the blue sky The crack smashed into the junction of the earth and the ocean!
The world that was originally condensed on the Palace of the Three Kings returned to chaos in an instant.

A little bit of hazy kindling was born...

"The Emperor's Majesty's decree: The three kings will make a pilgrimage tomorrow!"

In the palace, a flat and loud voice spread throughout the city, and then the khaki-yellow light rushed straight up from the center of the palace like a pillar of the sky, competing with the sun for a moment.

The khaki-yellow light condensed into a sword with a slight arc, unadorned and unpretentious, hanging high above the palace, with the domineering arrogance of ruling the world!
The sword is fierce, and the king is in the world.

The light of the fire was dim and dim, and it was never extinguished.

The emperor, the three kings, and the opposing forces, the moment the three kings entered the imperial capital, they made it clear to the center of the entire empire, the tens of millions of nobles and commoners in the imperial capital.

It was just the eve of an evening, no different from the countless evenings and eves waiting for her husband's return at the door yesterday.

However, everyone knows that the imperial capital is about to rise, and the muddy water of the Otto Empire is about to boil!
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