Chapter 363: Gregory III

"Neil, I'm your mother!"
"Your father is dead."
"Your mom will increase the price when buying vegetables, double it by 100,000!!"
The imperial palace is majestic, with yellow flames from time to time, rising heat waves, and the temperature reaches as high as 40 or 50 degrees.
It is very uncomfortable for ordinary people and the transcendents of other lines, but if the fire system cultivators, this place is simply heaven, there is nothing uncomfortable.
"Woo~"
Each player's neck and hands were with iron chains, and more than a thousand players were dragged into the central hall by knight-level guards like dogs.
As soon as this kind of treatment came out, all the players lost the last bit of luck in their hearts and yelled at them.
At the beginning, I was still scolding Neil, scolding the pigs and dogs of the Iron Thorn family as inferior, scum, and the surrounding guards were unhappy, but did not say anything.
But the player’s curse soon extended to the royal family, from Emperor Gregory III, to his old mother, to his ancestors, to his son who had no sex, and even to his miserable princess. Body.
The surrounding guards were furious at first, but soon became frightened, did not dare to delay time, almost instinctively tore off their clothes to block the mouths of all players, making their faces flushed. The veins violently rise.
"Master Mullin, all these demons have been brought here."
The guards stopped, and the leading knights on the top of the earth looked respectfully to a gentle man with no white beard and thick white powder, who was waiting quietly in front of the main hall. salute.
Director Mullin looked at these players curiously.
The players who were struggling looked at the palace with golden and red flames in shock, their pupils dilated.
Too high, too big!
Countless flame stone pillars that reach the sky prop up the roof, which are thousands of meters high. White clouds hover on the stone pillars. The distance between each flame stone pillar is more than 100 meters. The walls are the same, thick and solid, just like the ancient city walls. general.
This is not like a dwelling place for human beings. Every space is not designed for and used by humans, but rather like a palace built for giants or gods.
Even if there are tall buildings over a kilometer in the player’s world, the feeling is completely different. The former feels like a concentration of human wisdom, while the latter feels reckless, distant, and mysterious.
Chief Mullin frowned: "Why are they gagging their mouths? Untie it, and the chain will also untie."
His voice is sharp, unlike ordinary people.
The court guard at the head was embarrassed and explained: "My lord, their speech is so filthy, I'm afraid it won't be in your majesty's ears."
With that said, he quickly described the previous event, making Mullin's complexion slightly changed.
Chief Mullin thought for a while, and he slapped a large swath of icy cold wind towards the players on the ground. His breath was cold, and the players who were sweating all the time were frozen into iron blue and tied their necks, hands and feet. The iron chain fell to the ground like a block of mud and fell into black powder.
"Aow!"
"Gregory, I am your father!"
"Lao Zi Gan Ni Niang!"
The players who escaped the trap were very angry, and the filthy sound was endless. Most of the people had snots and coughs. Under the ice and fire, they suddenly caught a cold.
Some players rushed up to punch and kick the surrounding knights and earth knights, ping-pong their armor.
The knights resisted and did not dare to fight back, for fear that they would accidentally kill them, anyway, their fists and feet were just trying to make them feel painful.
The punch and kick players fought for a while, but they felt boring and didn't break the defense at all.
Director Mullin turned a blind eye to the foul language that the players were saying to any monarch. He gracefully bowed and stretched his hand inside to make an invitation: "Your Majesty, I want to see you."
Under his sign, the surrounding knights stretched out their spears, surrounded the player little by little, and drove towards the vast palace entrance, like driving a sheep.
Some players don't want to play anymore, and they kill themselves directly through the system, while most of the remaining players reluctantly walked towards the palace under the pressure of swords and guns.
"Let's go, brothers, take a look."
Tyrant Hengdao waved his hand and walked in first, ignoring the gaze of the surrounding players looking at him like shit.
After such an encounter, although most of the players wanted to come to the Empire to play in their hearts, the Tyrant Hengdao had undoubtedly become like garbage in their hearts.
If it hadn't been for knowing that killing the Tyrant Hengkang was useless, he himself was a zero-level trumpet, and he had been killed many times.
The current result is not bad either. It would be okay if the Tyrannical Heng Sword has always been level zero. If he upgrades, the custody does not know when someone will hit the black sword.
Someone took the lead, and scattered players followed. To be honest, they were also very interested in the final boss of this empire.
It's all here, why don't you have to take pictures before leaving?
In the palace, a group of silhouettes with terrifying auras lined up and sat down on both sides, with a number of more than twenty people. Any one of them was outside that could easily destroy an army.
In the uppermost position on the right was a woman that Zhao Shi knew well, her blonde hair was scattered around her waist, her body was filled with the breath of light and holy power, her white wings had already been folded, and she was sitting quietly.
From time to time, ardent and admiring gazes swept across her cold and delicate face, this kind of non-hostile and killing intent did not cause her any reaction.
All the people present were the ears and eyes, and the players' extremely disrespectful insults were clearly heard by them.
Most of the sky-level powerhouses, including the Sacred Wings whose aura has dropped a lot recently, were indifferent, as if they hadn't heard it.
At the top of the left, a big beard came out angrily, and said: "Your Majesty, these foreign demons are extremely rude, please let me kill them immediately to prevent this holy and majesty place from being defiled."
As soon as this majestic man like a giant steel mountain appeared, the extremely heavy pressure filled the audience, making the expressions of many indifferent sky-rank experts horrified.
They hesitated, and stepped out one after another, arching their hands upwards with respectful faces, and said in unison: "Your Majesty, your shame is our shame, please let us clean up the filth for you."
The seats on both sides were empty, and the crowd was concentrated in the center of the main hall, suddenly highlighting the beautiful, blond, holy figure at the top of the right side, alone.
The sacred angel completely ignored the scene in front of him, did not respond, and still sat quietly.
The majestic steel man who came out first made his face sinking, and the extremely heavy momentum and coercion rolled over her, the air was compressed into twists and waves, crackling.
She still looked in front of her eyes mechanically, her eyes blank, as if she was on standby.
Even if her vitality was severely injured, the violent fluctuations in the surrounding air still couldn't affect her at all.
"Holy Wings, you..."
The steel man's face became darker, and when he wanted to do something more, the hot surroundings rose, causing his words to swallow.
At the top, on a high platform tens of meters higher than many powerful men, a vague figure sat on the huge steel flame throne, and slowly said: "No, these ants are like weeds and mosquitoes. Qualifications to insult me, don’t take it to heart."
Although it was far away, the sound was roaring like thunder in the entire hall, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose, and it seemed that a horrible volcano had leaked.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The steel man didn't have the slightest drag, and immediately returned to his seat, and the surrounding sky-level experts also sat down again.