People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

"Tree Guards, prepare to pray for defense!"

Facing the huge fireball with a radius of nearly ten meters, an old voice suddenly sounded from behind Rodel's army.

"Oh my, I didn't expect there would be such a pleasant surprise."

Reinhardt also heard the voice and was a little surprised.

He recognized the owner of the voice. If he guessed correctly, it was Monggot.

What surprised him was that the old man actually ran down to the battlefield to take command. He had thought he would just sit quietly on the throne and wait for him...

No, it's not like that.

He immediately rejected this idea. According to his understanding of Mongget, the one who came here should be Tao's clone.

He was right.

The one who appeared in the army was indeed a clone.

Moreover, this clone has now arrived in front of the tree guards, and is resisting his attacks together with those tree guards.

"Golden Tree Blessing!"

"Golden Tree Swear!"

"Golden Tree Grace!"

"Golden magic protection!"

...

The tree guards were praying in unison, and those BUFFs were put on their bodies as if they were free. In just a short moment, they had put on more than ten layers of protection just to withstand this attack.

However, this seemed not enough, and they raised their shields again.

And Mungot's clone, [Evil Omen Demon] Markit, also raised the wooden staff in his hand.

"Golden return!"

The knights' unanimous prayers resounded through the sky.

A golden light flowed in front of them, and the main line of the light formed lines that combined together and gradually formed the emblem of a golden tree.

Boom——

There was a loud bang and the earth shook, but strangely, the fireball disappeared.

It disappeared completely out of thin air, leaving only the magic circle with the golden tree emblem blocking the way ahead.

But then, the prayer circle of the golden tree trembled, and then a golden torrent of magic power spewed out from it, as massive as a flood and as fast as a meteor.

Melina subconsciously grasped the mission dagger at her waist. Seeing this scene, Di Xi almost waved the black knife, ready to block it with the black flame of destined death.

But he stopped them one by one.

I saw his palm stretched forward and slowly flattened.

"You don't even know what power is—"

"Sun-style return."

The moment the words fell, the golden torrent of magic was blocked by the emerging solar array, and sparks flew out like electric welding.

It was clearly the power of nearly an entire order of knights plus the power of the original fireball, but he blocked it all by himself.

In the blink of an eye, the huge torrent of magic power was completely returned, and it was returned within the scope of its power.

Boom! ! !

The torrent engulfed the army, passed through the church, and even the Royal City of Rodel and the Yatan Plateau, reaching the distant horizon.

In just a short moment, the defending army of King Rodel's City was completely wiped out.

Even though those knights were not evaporated by the magic, they were unable to move for a moment and lay flat on the ground.

260. I Will Ban the Supreme Will! (5.2K)

The flame is burning.

Just like the golden tree above, the magnificent palace was being engulfed in flames, burned to ashes by the unique light and heat.

And the large number of Rodel's army that fell in front of the door was no longer able to stand up.

Reinhardt strode through the crowd, avoiding those who were seriously injured.

There is no plan to treat them.

If possible, he really didn't want to hurt lives, because they were just fighting for their different beliefs, and there was no deep hatred between them to the death.

However, he was incapable of doing anything like rescuing the enemy.

So, let them rest and fend for themselves.

However, there was an unexpected guy among them.

"Oh my, you're still alive."

"Rebel... Reinhardt..."

Mungot...oh no, he should be called Mr. Market now. At this moment, he was holding the wooden stick that he never left behind, supporting his broken body and slowly standing up.

To be honest, he was surprised.

Markit didn't die in the magic attack just now.

But he couldn't help but sigh at the tenacious vitality of the Furnace Hundred Phases.

Although the previous attack did not kill Markit, it took away half of his life.

The scorching torrent of magic not only penetrated his body, but also melted and evaporated half of his body. Now it was very difficult for Markit to just stand there.

"As expected, vitality that is not commensurate with one's strength is a waste."

He looked down at Marketeet with a condescending attitude, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

However, he completely ignored Markit's obstruction and walked around the man and entered the burning palace.

Given Market's current condition, even if left alone, she will die soon, so there is no need to pay any attention to her.

"Wait!"

"This is really..."

Looking at the man who once again blocked his way, Reinhardt was speechless.

"Mr. Market, you are truly determined."

"...As long as I have a breath left, I will put out this fire of ambition right here!"

His will was as hard as the sinuous, jagged horns on his face.

This man clearly knew that his clone could not last long and could not even pose any threat to him, but he still chose to block him.

This firm will is admirable.

"In that case, let me give you a great gift, Mr. Market."

"...?"

Market ignored his words and instead kept a close eye on his every move. However, the evil smile on his face immediately frightened him.

The power gathered in the palm that was raised again made him tremble with fear.

"Sunshine Gun."

As if he had transformed into Gwyn, the Sun King, a slender red lightning spear condensed in his palm with the infusion of magic. The diffuse power of the sun and the light emitted tore through the wall, and the luxurious dome collapsed, revealing the azure sky and the burning golden tree.

The golden tree that was being engulfed in flames seemed to be very close and within reach.

The scorching wind blew the cloak behind him.

He slowly lowered the spear of light in his hand, aimed the spear tip at the position of Elden's throne under the golden tree, and stepped forward again.

"Do not--"

Markit reached out to try to stop him, but it was too late. She could only watch as the man threw the lightning spear in his hand towards the golden tree.

The blazing sun spear pierced through the air and was flung out at a speed almost equal to that of a stellar body, as if leaping through space, and in the blink of an eye it had flown between the thrones.

The burning leaves slowly drifted down, and Monggot, who was sitting on the throne, suddenly opened his eyes, with an unprecedented solemnity in his eyes. The demigod's unique wea swept across the square and blew up the ashes.

Watching the spear emitting dazzling light approaching.

Mungot gripped the wooden staff tightly and squeezed it hard.

Snap! The cane suddenly exploded, revealing a curved, slender, and heterochromatic blade hidden within. Under the illumination of the golden tree and the sun, it emitted a bewitching hue.

The cursed blood sealed on the blade, which Mungot hated, was released instantly.

Mungot took a stance, swung his backhand—

Swish swish!

The tattered cloak was lifted high.

Although he looked so old and his body was so huge, his movements were not slow at all. Instead, they were even more agile and quicker than those of the faded ones.

At the same time, a dense blood-red line was left in the air.

As if stained by the cursed blood on the blade, it blocked the lightning spear.

The bloody sword light suddenly exploded, and the splashing flames completely engulfed the lightning spear.

"Not bad, it seems the original body is more powerful. Such sword skills can probably compete with the Valkyrie Marennia."

Reinhardt fell from the sky and landed just above the steps of the square, praising Mungert generously.

"Hmph, Marenia? The twins blessed by God? Nothing but a bunch of disobedient traitors!"

Mongert began to scold his ministers again, and subconsciously wanted to stomp his cane, but then he realized that the cane had turned into a sword, so he swung it hard.

He sat back on the throne gracefully.

Monggot sat on the throne with a serious look on his face.

"O faded one, O unblessed faded one—"

A dull and hoarse voice slowly sounded, and Monggot, sitting under the burning golden tree, seemed like a lonely king facing the danger of the city being broken.

"Your strength is indeed not to be underestimated. You are worthy of being the magic knight who once wreaked havoc in the border area and helped Kalia defeat the magic academy."

Although the dynasty is about to collapse, it still maintains the final majesty of the king.

"But is your goal to be manipulated by ambition and destroy the Golden Dynasty that maintains order? Or is it..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and when he spoke again, his eyes were more dangerous, but he suddenly sighed in frustration.

In the end, the name was never spoken.

"Alas... Let us go now and forget our foolish ambitions."

"Otherwise... I will carve my name, [The Last King] Monggot, on your foolish tombstone."

At this point, since the golden tree was taken by Zhurong, Mengget still tried to persuade him, as if hoping that the prodigal son would return.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't wiped out all of Rodel's garrison.

But to be honest, Mongert is indeed a good man, but it's a pity that he chose the wrong side and was willing to become a discarded pawn under Marika, or a sacrifice for the birth of the new king.

He stood guard in front of the golden tree tightly and refused to let go.

And he, of course, wouldn't stop just after a few words.

Now that we've come this far, why not go inside the golden tree and take a look?

See what kind of gift that woman Malika gave me.

However, before he could speak, Mongert had already understood everything from his eyes.

"So this is your choice... Then, be cursed and die... This is suitable for a fool who allows ambition to manipulate him..."

"Really? Then give it a try, if you can."

"Humph."

With a cold snort, Monggot rushed towards him with a sharp blade in hand.