Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 1013 Golden Fist
"Your Excellency Enzo, what shall we do next?"

At this time, Frosley asked, everyone has already entered the Golden City, but it is unknown what the next move will be.

"Let's go shopping first."

Enzo pondered for a moment, and said, "At least make sure that the Golden Mountain God is in this city, and we are considering whether to find trouble with each other."

"it is good!"

Everyone said in unison that this time the wizard team went to the Lost Continent. Although the position of captain was not clearly assigned, everyone knew that Enzo was the main one.

After all, among the crowd, Enzo is the most powerful.

At the same time, he is also the only conqueror holy soul wizard. The strength of just one person exceeds that of Frosley and Evelyn combined.

Seeing what Enzo said, everyone began to wander around the Golden City.

During this period, Frossley has been paying attention to the Pelican God. In his cognition, the other party belongs to the God-King Society. Although he is controlled by Enzo now, he may not be able to guarantee absolute loyalty. If he plays tricks, he must be killed immediately.

But in fact, Flossley's consideration is superfluous.

The Pelican God controlled by Enzo's technique has no ability to resist at all, and it is easy for Enzo to kill him.

On the street, Enzo was thoughtful.

"Perhaps... this is the rule of the wizarding world."

Enzo sighed in his heart. On the way to the Lost Continent, he met the God of Eight Claws and the God of Pelican. These two gods were born in the third era.

Different from those ancient gods, no matter the God of Eight Claws or the God of Pelican, their strength can be described as extremely weak.

Therefore, Enzo speculated in his mind that since the ancestor of wizards incarnated the will of the world rules and wizard civilization became the ruler of the world, the gods are no longer suitable for this world. Except for those ancient gods, the newly born gods have become very weak.

Existences like the Octopus God and the Pelican God are not even comparable to the indigenous gods in the general world.

While thinking about it, everyone came to a square. The flow of people was rushing forward. There were also many golden bicycle frames on the street. People living in the Golden City were joyful, as if they were experiencing a grand festival.

"What's the situation?" Enzo frowned.

"It's a killing celebration!"

The Pelican God quickly explained in a low voice, "This is the rule of the Golden City. Every last day of the month, the Golden City will hold a killing ceremony!"

"It is said that it is to worship the God of Slaughter!"

Hearing the words of the Pelican God, Enzo was thoughtful.

It seems that Ferralo, the God of the Golden Mountain, is really loyal to the God of Slaughter, and even now he still has not given up his plan to resurrect the God of Slaughter.

The so-called Slaughter Ceremony is specially prepared for the Slaughter God.

In ancient times, the God of Slaughter was a god who advocated blood and fighting. In order to please the God of Slaughter, his believers would hold this kind of killing ceremony every time a large festival came, and let people kill each other to express their respect for the God of Slaughter. Respect.

In this way, the God of Slaughter can gain the power of faith.

Now, the God of Slaughter has long since fallen, but Ferallo, the God of the Golden Mountain, still retains this traditional custom after establishing the Golden City.

Obviously, he still inherits the will of the God of Slaughter.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Enzo looked at the crowds around him, so he greeted Flossley and the others, and walked in the direction of the killing ceremony.

Not long after, following the flow of people, Enzo and others came to a place similar to an arena.

This arena is extremely large, the auditorium is enough to accommodate several 10 people, and the central area is an open space, where the killing ceremony is held.

"Humph!"

Seeing such a large venue, Evelyn snorted coldly. As early as in ancient times, there were many places like this in the wizarding world.

Human beings at that time were still ants at the feet of the gods.

Even without any reason, just for fun, the gods can let thousands of people kill each other. For them, the meaning of existence of all things is to serve themselves, and no amount of life is worthwhile.

Everyone sat in the auditorium one by one.

The killing ceremony held every other month has long been used to in the Golden City. Therefore, although many people participated in this killing ceremony, the opening process was very simple. It was just an old man in a golden robe, After speaking a few words from the oracle, the beginning was announced.

"That rascal?"

Looking at the golden old man in the open space, Evelyn frowned slightly, and the man exuded an aura similar to a fourth-order life form.

"Servant of God!"

Next to him, Frosley nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that this person is the servant of the golden mountain god Ferralo, who has given some power to him, so he has obtained the strength of a fourth-order life body, but it is not a real one. A fourth-order life form."

Hearing what Floresley said, Evelyn nodded slightly.

There were many so-called god servants in ancient times. Almost every god likes to cultivate their own heirs in the world. By bestowing their own power on mortals, they can become extraordinary existences, but the essence of life will not change. .

Simply put, the power of a servant of God comes from the gods.

Evelyn could feel the aura of a fourth-order life form exuding from the golden-robed old man, but it didn't mean that the other party was really a fourth-order life form.

All the power of the golden-robed old man comes from the golden mountain god Ferallo.

Since this kind of power can be bestowed, it can still be withdrawn naturally. As long as the golden mountain god Ferallo has any dissatisfaction, he can withdraw the power he bestowed at any time, and the end of waiting for the old man must be death.

Even, carrying the power of a god with a mortal body is itself a suicide act.

For the golden mountain god Ferallo, this old man in golden robes, the so-called god servant status, is actually nothing more than a puppet. The power given to the other party is all to make him serve him better. any reason.

In situ, Enzo looked calm.

The gods will never trust mortals. For the ancient gods, even the most loyal believers are essentially nothing but ants.

But the golden-robed old man in front of him has the strength of a fourth-order life body, but he is not a real immortal life.

Strictly speaking, he is just a puppet of the golden mountain god Ferralo, but he has his own will.

"...The great killing ceremony officially begins from now on!"

The golden-robed old man spoke enthusiastically, enjoying the cheers of the crowd, and said loudly, "Let us welcome this killing ceremony with the most devout faith!"

While speaking, the golden-robed old man clapped his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the gates on both sides of the arena slowly opened, and with a loud noise and the slight tremor of the ground, a two-legged wyvern slowly came out.

In the auditorium, people suddenly burst into cheers.

The third-order life form, the Wyvern, is a creature with the blood of a giant dragon. Although it is not a real dragon, it also possesses extremely powerful combat power.

Roar!
At this time, the Wyvern, bound by chains, appeared in the open space in the center of the arena amidst the cheers of the crowd.

Whoa!
The Wyvern seemed very restless, struggling to break free from the iron chains on his body, but failed, his eyes fixed on the golden robed old man and he let out a roar.

The old man in the golden robe didn't care about this.

"Next, let's invite the Golden Fist O'Karen!"

The old man in the golden robe said loudly. From the other side of the gate, a strong man with a height of three meters came out, his skin exuding a golden luster.

"Fist of Gold!"

"Fist of Gold!"

"Master O'Karen!"

The surrounding audience burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. This so-called Golden Fist O'Karen seemed to have greater influence than the golden robed old man.

After the opponent appeared on the stage, everyone showed fanaticism.

Enzo stared at the Golden Fist O'Karen, with a hint of thought on his face, and murmured, "Is it the blood of the Golden Mountain God Ferallo?"

"It looks like a divine-blood man!"

Next to him, Frosley also nodded slightly. From the body of Golden Fist Ferralo, he could feel a breath of gods.

Different from the old man in the golden robe, the aura of the Golden Fist is even more peculiar.

The opponent obviously has the blood of the gods, and the power of this blood most likely comes from the golden mountain god Ferallo.

It's just that this Golden Fist O'Karen seems to be still very young.

From the appearance, the other party is only about 40 years old, and the breath is very strong, and the life level is about the third level.

According to the Lost Continent, the Golden Fist belongs to the demigod level.

After his debut, the Golden Fist O'Karen enjoyed the cheers of the crowd, and at the same time looked at the two-legged dragon not far away.

"It seems that you are my prey today!"

O'Kalen laughed twice, and then he couldn't wait to start the battle. His body over three meters rushed towards the two-legged dragon like a little giant.

In the open space, the golden robed old man smiled.

Then, he waved his hand, and the chains that restrained the two-footed dragon broke, and at the same time, a stream of powder rushed towards the two-footed dragon.

Immediately, the eyeballs of the two-legged giant dragon turned blood red.

As if falling into a berserk state, the two-legged dragon let out an ear-splitting roar, facing O'Karen who was not far away, he greeted him unceremoniously.

The fierce battle is about to break out in an instant.

"bring it on!"

O'Karen, the Golden Fist, was obviously very confident in his own strength. With his strong and powerful arms, he grabbed the wyvern's neck and threw him directly.

Then, O'Karen laughed out loud.

I saw him jumping up and rushing towards the Wyvern in mid-air, that fierce fist hit the Wyvern suddenly.

Bang!
Accompanied by a violent sound, there seemed to be a big hole in the ground, the scales of the wyvern were pierced, and the blood splashed on the ground, but only this level of damage was obviously not enough to kill the two-legged wyvern. flying dragon.

In the multiverse, the giant dragons and titans have always been known for their powerful vitality.

Although the Wyvern is not a real giant dragon, it also has a trace of the blood of a giant dragon, so it is naturally impossible to kill it so easily.

Immediately, the wyvern let out a roar, opened its bloody mouth and spit out a stream of flames.

"Yo! It's still breathing."

In the auditorium, Evelyn frowned, as if she was a little surprised. Wyverns are just sub-dragon creatures, and not the entire group can use dragon breath attacks.

And this biped wyvern has reached the level of a third-order life form.

The ability to use dragon breath proves that the dragon blood in its body is very strong, so its combat power is far superior to that of ordinary biped wyverns.

On the opposite side, O'Karen the Golden Fist did not dodge.

Facing the ferocious attack of the dragon's breath, he showed fanaticism, but opened his arms suddenly, and puffed out his chest to meet the impact of the dragon's breath.

"bring it on!"

O'Karen the Golden Fist roared loudly, the clothes on his body were burned by the flames and turned into ashes, revealing his golden body.

At this time, the Golden Fist O'Karen finally entered the fighting state.

His eyes were golden in color, and the blood of the gods in his body was completely stimulated.

"Come again!"

With a roar, O'Karen the Golden Fist rushed towards the two-legged giant dragon, and that golden iron fist blasted out unceremoniously.

Bang!
The Wyvern was directly knocked into the air, hitting the wall of the arena heavily, and finally got up, a gleam of fear flashed in the blood-red eyes.

It is also a third-order life form, but the fighting power of the Wyvern is obviously not as good as the Golden Fist Okaren.

Relying on the blessing of the blood of the gods, the opponent can erupt astonishing combat power, and there is a big gap between the two.

Feeling the threat of the golden fist, Wyvern retreated hesitantly.

However, the Golden Fist O'Karen will not let him go easily. This killing ceremony dedicated to the God of Slaughter must be completed with blood and death. Therefore, even if the Wyvern surrenders, the Golden Fist O'Karen will Impossible to let go of each other.

Immediately, O'Karen the Golden Fist jumped up.

It has completely turned into a golden body, and it is extremely dazzling in mid-air. The people in the surrounding auditorium burst into cheers, and the Golden Fist O'Karen obviously enjoyed this treatment very much. Iron Fist smashed it without hesitation. Wyvern facing the ground.

boom!
This punch directly broke the Wyvern's spine, causing it to let out a scream of pain, and then raised its head, the eyes flashed with pleading luster.

However, the Golden Fist O'Karen let out a sneer.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the mouth of the wyvern with both hands, and then with a sudden force, he tore the upper and lower jaws of the wyvern apart, and the sound of blood splashing on the ground was comparable to that of a demigod wyvern, just like that. and die.

However, the people in the Golden City were obviously accustomed to such cruel scenes.

O'Karen, the Golden Fist, obviously enjoyed this scene very much, bathed in the blood of the wyvern, with a satisfied expression on his face.

At the same time, the old man in the golden robe reappeared.

The wyvern is just an appetizer for this killing ceremony. Next, more fighting is needed to express the respect for the god of killing. In the surrounding dungeons, monsters are released one after another, towards the golden fist. Karen surrounded him.

(End of this chapter)