This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 565: Sufficient Strength
"Ah, um, this is really powerful." Primordial Red couldn't help laughing, but her upbringing as a primordial color prevented her from laughing out loud.

The third apostle ignored it. Compared with the embarrassment of being slapped in the face, what she wanted to know was, who broke through her barrier?
No sign at all.

When the enchantment was attacked, she could always receive feedback, but she didn't feel it at all just now.

In this case, there are only two possibilities, one is that someone cuts off the barrier and her sensory connection and then breaks through.

But this is easier said than done, not to mention what is the point of breaking through the barrier after breaking the connection?

But the second possible conjecture made her feel even more suffocated.

Before the barrier was fed back to her side, the barrier was instantly broken through.

The third apostle was not joking, she had tested it within the organization, and her seemingly fragile bubble barrier had indeed had a strong record of holding back a demigod for about half a minute.

Now someone can break the barrier at the moment she didn't even have time to react.

How terrifying is the strength of the comer?
While she was still thinking, a gust of wind passed by, blowing her hair up and blocking her sight.When the hair fell down, she saw a figure from behind.

A man dressed in black and gold, with a shawl hanging from his shoulders, and long black hair hanging down his shoulders behind his head.

The dark golden eyes stared at the original red, and just like that, the original red felt a burst of suffocation.

"You are..." Primordial Red's original relaxed and freehand style was gone, and her whole body was accumulating strength, ready to explode at any time.

In the face of the existence in front of him, one negligence may be death, the consciousness accumulated by Primordial Red over the years is such a warning.

The other party seemed to have no intention of replying, and stretched out his hand to Yuanyuan Hong.

Thousands of spells seemed to be born with his raised hands, and a blue-purple starry ocean formed, rushing towards the primordial red in front of him.

Primordial Red suffered a strong impact in an instant.

The waves hitting it seemed to tear it into countless pieces.

A large number of afterimages after being hit kept flickering on the body, until the momentum of the sea water passed, the original red finally endured the force to the limit.

It snorted, and punched with its backhand in the air. The third apostle doll behind the man looked at the sky and was stained red by the punch, with a heavy face.

Does the primordial red still have so much energy left?

The overwhelming red color rolled over, and the man moved his fingers.

Red was forced to stop in front of him, unable to advance an inch.As he lightly clenched his palms, the redness in the sky was crushed into slag, and then turned into a small energy ball in front of him, and finally crushed completely.

Yuanyuan Hong took two steps back, looking at the man's indifferent face, a little uncertain.

"Struggle, confrontation, violence. These are the essential characteristics of your strength." The man said slowly.

The original red did not speak, but it seemed that the man's words had been verified from the expression.

The third apostle was so exposed, and he immediately realized something after a little brainstorming.

The current strength displayed by the original red seems to be more inclined to withstand the enemy's attack, transform the attack received in various situations into its own strength, and then fight back in a stronger form.

Struggle and confrontation, violence yielded only by stronger violence, is what it is symbolized.

"However, my violence is even higher than yours." The man said lightly, as if he was just stating a fact that everyone knew.

The original red complexion changed slightly, and he rushed directly to the man, ready to strike first.

But when the man raised his hand, an invisible wave emerged, grabbed it halfway and lifted it up.

As if being strangled by an invisible thug, Primordial Red struggled several times but could not break free.

Man pointing finger down.

Bang!
The original red hit the ground, and then followed the movement of the man's fingers, was dragged on the ground and knocked down big trees and smashed rocks, and finally half of his body was planted into the soil.

The third apostle watched this scene, sweating coldly.

It caused them a lot of headaches, but the original color that was widely circulated in the legend on the Golden Continent seemed to be like a toy in front of this man in front of him, and he could juggle it at will.

Where is he holy?

"It seems that you are surprised." At this moment, a voice sounded behind her.

She turned around and saw the figure shrouded in golden armor every time they met.

"Your Excellency Meteorite, so that's the case, he belongs to you." Seeing this person, the third apostle was convinced of the origin of that mysterious and powerful man.

"No, what you said really flattered us." Prince Meteorite shook his head slightly, his eyes clear under the armor, "To be precise, we are his people."

The third apostle suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked: "Is he your leader?"

He knew what the other party was thinking, but the Meteorite Prince didn't care.

He looked at the back of that stalwart, and at the same time, he was full of pride: "He is our king, the king of gold."

In the face of such mighty power, they even have the confidence to push the entire Golden Continent directly and re-establish a glorious kingdom, which is also their hometown.

If the king hadn't taken care of it, they might have already implemented it.

But it doesn't matter, they have waited too long.

The revival of the kingdom did not happen overnight. The king was willing to wait, so they waited with him. All of them firmly believed that the day of the golden revival was near.

king of gold.

The third apostle secretly kept this title in his heart, and prepared to go back and mobilize the power of the organization to investigate.

"I didn't expect such a person to come down to help us in person. I'm really flattered." The third apostle said with a smile.

"We also only wanted to send someone to assist. But the king suddenly wanted to go out for a walk. Hearing about it, he stopped by to take a look. The original color barely caught the king's eyes." Prince Meteor Gold said indifferently.

The third apostle smiled politely.

Does the original color just barely catch the eye?

However, seeing the tragic situation of the original red, she really couldn't refute it. The power they longed for was so weakly tossed under the hands of a powerful being on the other side.

"The ownership of the original red..." the third apostle mentioned again.

Although the original agreement was only to help deal with the original red, but now that the King of Gold is present, there is nothing she can do if the other party changes his mind temporarily. After all, she is powerful, and she can only be manipulated at will.

If the other party wants to take away the original red, she has nothing to do.

"Don't worry, we still keep our promise." Prince Yunjin said kindly, "After all, we don't need any more power. Of course, if the king needs a little pet to relieve boredom, it is not something we can persuade of."

While the third apostle was relieved, the complexion of the main body in another place far away in the Golden Continent became even more ugly.

She transmitted the obtained information to the leader almost simultaneously.

That thing was beyond imagination, and she had to report it immediately.

The relationship with the organization that claims to be the Gold Revival Society needs to be reconsidered.

(End of this chapter)