Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 368: The End of the Last King

Rumble,
Mogyes's gigantic body entered the capital of Coria as soon as the dragons of the Golden Empire broke through the magic barrier. The huge city wall was forty-five meters high, as tall as a mountain in the mortal world.

However, the city wall, without the magical power, could not stop the power of the giant even if it was as high as a mountain and as wide as a mountain range.

The huge Supreme Titan bone armor worn on Mogyes' legs that supported the top beam of the house had thick and pale bone spurs that directly crashed into the front wall of Koria, causing it to collapse.

Mogyes simply raised his huge palm and covered the sky. The huge shadow from the giant's strong will instantly defeated the spiritual will of Grand Duke Tifferi of the Principality of Lukepas, who relied on the secret treasure of the principality to expand.

Grand Duke Teverly's own will could not even control his own body. He was influenced and controlled by the will of the multi-armed giant. In a brief moment, his mind was distorted and he flew up involuntarily and fell into the palm of the multi-armed giant king.

Even though there was a solid magic defense, Grand Duke Teverly, who once presided over the Southern Noble Alliance, still did not feel safe at all. He trembled in the palm of the Giant King and shouted, "I admit defeat, I surrender, and I will offer everything I have to the kings of the north!"

boom,
The terrifying and pure power erupted in the palm of Mogyes. The fingers as thick as pillars and the bone armor of the Supreme Titan crushed down, squeezing the entire body of Grand Duke Teverli along with the magic armor into a piece of meat paste.

Fresh blood mixed with flesh splashed down in the gaps between the fingers of Morgyes's broad palm. Then Morgyes spread out his palm, gently picked up the magic sword that was stronger than the body of Grand Duke Teverly with two fingers and threw it out.

Even if the strong men in these aristocratic countries are geniuses among humans, they have strong support from powerful forces and countless years of family inheritance and cultivation. They rely on powerful magic treasures and precious knowledge to have the power to fight against stronger people.

But unfortunately, they were facing true geniuses, or the word genius cannot be used to describe these northern kings.

Because they are the kings of an entire monster race.

Those monsters have never known any human etiquette or worldly affairs. They only fear absolute violence and power.

Even the kings of the Hobbes Empire and the Orc Kingdom ascended to the throne with power that surpassed wisdom.

The moment the magic barrier of the capital of Coria was broken, the overall fighting spirit of the powerful men of the southern aristocratic kingdoms had fallen to the bottom.

He was also shocked by the instant killing of Grand Duke Nayalas by the ancestral red dragon. How could his shaken weak will be able to resist the strong man who was truly tempered in blood and fire?

In this world, there are many weak and ordinary creatures who can shine their own light in the world only by relying on their strong will and spirit.

Will is the sword of the weak to resist the strong, and it is also the authority for the strong to crush the weak.

But these powerful nobles do not even have such a strong will, so how can they shine in front of these extremely powerful kings?

The sun is bright and shining, only the kings shine in the sky.

Even the many Dragon Kings of the Golden Empire might not be able to contend against these powerful nobles alone, let alone the kings who stood out from the entire race and stood firm in the northern border of Ekania.

"You ridiculous human beings, you have ridiculous power and ridiculous will. You want to influence the will of the kings with your ridiculous worm-like behavior!"

Mogyes looked at the Hobis Empire monarch, Charal Caesar, who rose up in the sky to block the retreat of the other nobles, and laughed, "I'm not targeting you, Charal."

"You are with us monsters, so of course you are one of the monsters!"

boom!
The weapon in the hand of Charal Caesar, the monarch of the Hobis Empire, chopped down, and the tremendous force, with the blessing of the extremely strong will, gained unprecedented power.

Spirit influences matter, and matter feeds back to spirit!
The combination of the two cannot be calculated in simple terms of magnitude, but is a manifestation of a more microscopic and macroscopic level.

This is a compulsory course for every legendary being. Those Saint-level strongmen who have not yet reached the legendary level have never faced such a gap.

Legend is the upper limit for nobles and strong men, but it is only the lowest lower limit for the northern kings.

The Grand Duke of the Glowing Principality holds a glowing scepter in his hand, his entire body enveloped in holy light like a descending angel. Although he does not have six wings, he possesses tremendous and inexhaustible power.

But the roaring voice and surging power of the Grand Duke of Glow were extinguished by a single blow from the monarch of the Hobis Empire.

It's not that the power of the Grand Duke of Glorious Light is insignificant, but his will has already been at an absolute disadvantage the moment he made his move. So even if he has inexhaustible power, he appears extremely weak in front of Charal Caesar.

"This kind of holy weapon is not something that you, the real weaklings, can master. You will only bring shame to the holy weapon."

"Without the power of the crowd, no matter how hard you struggle, you will just be birds and flies in front of us."

The monarch of the Hobis Empire stood proudly in the sky, holding a sword in his left hand and pinching the crown and frightened head of the Grand Duke of Glorious Light with his right hand, and said lightly.

"You have no idea what a true legend is like. Only when you become a legend will you know what the scenery outside the world is like."

"The strong people in the world are like a multitude of fish in the river. There are all kinds of strong people that you can't imagine. That is not the scenery that people on this path like you can see!"

A psionic fire like a will-o'-the-wisp burned in the palm of Charal Caesar's hand, instantly melting the flesh and blood of the Grand Duke of Glow, who was wrapped in solid light, and turning his bones into ashes.

The gorgeous magic armor, the glowing scepter and the glowing crown were quietly suspended in front of Charal Caesar, enveloped by the absolute will and tremendous power, unable to escape.

"The road to becoming a true power begins with becoming a legend."

Charal Caesar responded to the multi-armed giant Moges: "The road of the kings has just begun. We will be the unprecedented 'monsters' in the northern border of Ekania, and even in the entire Ekania world!"

Rumble!
The legendary battle axe in the hands of Ragnar Hagrid, the king of the Frost Giants, struck the heavy-handled sword of the divine warrior Winona Corea. The slash with unparalleled power was actually blocked by the legendary divine warrior.

But the Frost Giant King's other hand suddenly blasted out and hit the divine warrior on the chest.

The burning holy flame and the radiance of the magic armor blocked the attack, but the elegant body of the divine warrior Winona Corea was knocked into the air by the punch, which collapsed more than a dozen buildings and plowed a deep gully in the solid ground of the Corea capital.

"Being born with an extremely strong talent will not give you a will as strong as steel," the Frost Giant said coldly, looking down below.

"Who do you think you are? You think you can challenge me just by relying on your natural blood!"

In the sky full of ashes and dust, six white wings rushed out. The face of the divine warrior Winona Corea was extremely pale under the visor, and strands of golden divine blood overflowed from her plump lips.

After going undefeated in thousands of matches over those years, she felt that she was a genius unparalleled in the world.

But it is difficult for barren land to grow bright flowers, and weak soil cannot forge a strong will.

The blood of the Seraph is comparable to the blood of the ancestral dragon. The blood of the Frost Giants does not have any advantage in front of the divine warrior Winona Corea. Instead, it is at an absolute disadvantage.

The King of the Frost Giants had only just become a legend, and had no time advantage over Winona Corea.

But in the instant of confrontation, the two sides collided at least dozens of times in a row, and the divine warrior Winona was always at a disadvantage, completely suppressed by this frost giant who looked the most ordinary among the northern kings.

"I am a genius, but they are kings!" The eyes of the divine warrior Winona Corea glowed like molten gold. Three pairs of wings spread out in order behind her armor, soaring into the sky, making a stubborn and unyielding sound.

"Then let me see if I have the potential to become like you! Even if I die, I won't regret it!"

"The taste of flesh and blood is so wonderful," the lord of the Dark Nest, Sarah, appeared behind the paladin in white armor. The huge claws were like the ferocious claws of a spider with thorns, blocking the paladin's sword, and then hugged the paladin's whole body in her arms.

The several pairs of terrifying compound eyes on Sarah's beautiful face and the dense eyes growing on the long claws covered with thorns shot out dazzling evil light, instantly shaking the spirit of the paladin and making him dazed.

When dispersed, the power is weak; when gathered, the power is strong.

This is also one of the reasons why those organized elite legions can threaten legends.

But facing a legendary monster specifically targeting them, not even the Paladin who commanded the Knights of the Church of the Gods could resist for more than three seconds.

The eight spider claws that emerged from Sarah's plump back had spikes on the front that were like the sharpest swords in the mortal world. With just a slight poke, they pierced through the gorgeous armor and magical aura on the paladin's body.

cluck cluck,

Like the sound of a giant beast drinking water, the huge spider's legs and claws swelled and in less than a few seconds, it sucked a tall and strong Sanctuary warrior dry, and the flesh and blood were completely transformed into nutrients and flowed into Sarah's body.

With a bang, the heavy armor fell to the ground, and the evil light blooming from the compound eyes on Sarah's cheek became more dazzling.

Vibrations and sharp noises came one after another, and Corea XIII's body was thrown into the air repeatedly. He had to flap his six huge blue wings repeatedly to stabilize his body.

The Platinum Holy Sword is extremely powerful. It has been the sword that has protected the Kingdom of Koria for thousands of years. However, it cannot show its overwhelming power in front of the Elf King Anudale.

"Hey, it seems that you are the most outstanding and powerful talent among these nobles."

The king of the drow elves, his white hair shaking slightly, stepped closer in the sky.

There is no need to explain the strength of this drow elf. He can even be ranked in the first tier among the kings, alongside the Emperor of the Golden Empire and the King of the God-Forsaken Mountains.

Even though Anudale only launched a few light attacks, it was still remarkable that Kolya XIII was able to withstand them.

Anudale is different from Kalon Gogmora and Mogyes.

Once Karon Gogmora and the multi-armed giant make a move, it is often earth-shattering. Others' special moves are like a flat blow in the hands of these two naturally powerful creatures.

Anudale does not possess the natural talents of these two kings, so this king has always paid more attention to controlling the degree of power.

Therefore, Anudale was able to accurately assess the strength of Kolya XIII, who was the best among these people.

Corea XIII, who controls the platinum holy sword, has an extremely strong will, even surpassing the legendary divine warrior Winona Corea.

But at this time, Corea XIII was on the verge of collapse. Even with the blessing of the holy sword, his existence itself limited the upper limit of his power output.

And his upper limit may just have touched the lower limit of that elf who looked particularly relaxed.

Corea XIII felt a tearing sensation in his muscles and looked in other directions.

No noble warrior could survive under the flail of the orc king, Boser Lion.

The sun elf Cerilus has a thin body, but the long and narrow elven standard sword in his hand carries an unstoppable force and can easily chop into pieces any enemy who dares to resist.

These northern kings exist to carry out their will, destroying all the great nobles without leaving any room for them.

Those direct legions and royal guards of the Kingdom of Koria who dared to resist were hunted down by giant dragons, magic dragons, flying dragons, and dragon beasts in the collapsing city walls and cities.

Although those dragons had almost exhausted all the magic power in their bodies in the previous joint spellcasting, they still had the strongest bodies in the world.

Those giant dragons brutally trampled to death all the resisting warriors under their claws. Their tails became heavy hammers on the battlefield, and their wings became sharp weapons to cut flesh and blood.

Without the help of those horrific war weapons, these warriors loyal to the nobles seemed so insignificant at this moment, and were swatted to death like flies.

The True Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire is like a king sitting on a throne in mid-air, watching his punishment being inflicted on his enemies.

"Hahahaha, you are kings, and I am also a king. I am a real king."

Kolya XIII laughed loudly, and at this moment he issued his final resounding call. Oracles and priests of the church appeared in every corner and key node of the city of Kolya, singing mysterious spells.

boom,
Wounds burst open on the body of Corea XIII, countless blue divine blood flowed down, and then was absorbed by the holy sword in his hand. The gate of heaven on Mount Paradise seemed to open at this moment.

It was as if a hymn of praise sung by countless living beings at the same time turned into holy text and danced around the platinum holy sword.

Boom,

A strong light that spanned the sky and the earth shattered the castle in the capital of Koria that once belonged to the King of Koria, revealing an energy heart that was like a heart.

Countless thick magic links connect this heart, connecting the entire ground of the capital city of Koria.

Magic lines of varying sizes began to emerge beneath the surface of the capital of Koria.

The kings and nobles in the sky could see that all the complex magic patterns in the entire city of Coria converged into a huge shape.

It was a huge sleeping Seraph, lying flat on the ground in the capital of Koria.

"Feel the final chapter of the last king," Corea XIII leaped forward and laughed wildly. His entire body completely disintegrated at this moment, and the azure divine blood and flesh completely poured into the platinum holy sword.

Swoosh, unparalleled light bloomed on the platinum holy sword, and the brilliance at this moment even made Karon in the sky feel that he could hardly open his eyes.

Then the platinum holy sword fell from the sky and pierced into the center of the heart of the capital of Koria.

The huge and complex magic circle that covered the entire ground of the capital of Koria, which was so complex that it was impossible to see clearly, woke up at this moment.

The huge Seraph formed by countless energies suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and his six huge wings slowly closed upwards!

(End of this chapter)