Chapter 321 The true centralized system of kings!

The only one who was shortlisted for the top ten sages on the Lanyuan Continent was the Prophet Goodie of the Orc Empire for the refinement of the Dark Curse Magic.

Although the black magician lacks certain attack methods compared with other elemental magicians, their endless negative curses and methods of controlling their minds are unpredictable. In terms of threats and evil levels, they are even more than those of the necromancers who blaspheme the undead.

The battle of fame by the prophet Goodeyer, the dark sage, was twenty years ago. At that time, he had not been selected for the temple of beasts, nor had he been awarded the title of prophet, but was just an elder of the fox clan.

At that time, bordering the northern part of the Orc Empire was a human principality called Yibeikui. The ruler of Yibeikui, Grand Duke Haugstein, relied on the elite cavalry with a total of tens of thousands of people to provoke a war between the orc fighting clans stationed on the border. As the war intensified, the fox clan, which was still affiliated with the wolf clan, was also involved.

The iron hooves of human cavalry broke through the border of the northern Orc Empire. When the two cavalrymen in charge of surrounding and fighting found that they had happened to crash into the base camp of the fox clan, they went crazy.

As we all know, the women of the fox tribe have always been known for their beauty and lust on the Lanyuan Continent, so in the eyes of human cavalry, thousands of panicked fox girls are treasures that can move. Although there are still a few warriors and shamans in the fox tribe who are responsible for staying, these weak forces are not taken seriously by the cavalry at all.

However, these human cavalry full of money and no dreams would have imagined that in this seemingly unprepared tribe, there was a magic master representing the top power on the continent.

When the two cavalry gathered, the Prophet Goodeyer launched his exclusive Dark Holy Land and released a higher-level [Damaged] curse in the Holy Land.

No one can describe how tragic the situation was at that time. When reinforcements from several major clans near the orcs arrived at the scene, about 7,000 human cavalrymen from the two human cavalrymen were killed by more than an hour, leaving only a few hundred people.

According to a very few soldiers who survived and returned to the human kingdom, their minds were blank at that time, and they only knew that they were attacking friendly forces like crazy. Even the originally docile war horses turned into beasts, and countless knights died under the horse's hooves. If they had not finally escaped their strength, this nightmare situation would continue until the last person fell.

Since this battle, the Duchy of Ibekui, which had lost most of its combat power, quickly declined.

This short-lived Principality made the great reputation of the Prophet Goodeyer with its tragic fate. When the war report came out, the human slave hunting group that entered the Orc Empire to capture the fox girl disappeared almost overnight.

Through this battle, Prophet Goodeyer became famous in one fell swoop and was invited by the older generation of orc kings to join the Beast Temple. After ten years of operation, he became the Great Shaman, Prophet, and Fox clan of the Beast Temple without any dispute because of him.

As a sage who has achieved great success in practicing black magic, Prophet Goodewell's best skills are to find the soul of his opponent, and to take advantage of the flaws exposed by his spirit. Although his overall combat power is average, he is still called the most dangerous one among the top ten sages.

However, at this moment, when facing the orc, the orc who only appeared once every once in a few hundred years, the mental control master actually showed a solemn expression on his face, and he was not sure of his actions.

In fact, after rising into the air, Prophet Goodeyer had been observing Hassabatail's soul state, but what he couldn't believe was that as the realm moved, Hassabatail's entire person merged with the surrounding environment, leaving him unable to start.

Fortunately, the two swordsman Bart and Fingers, who found out that the situation was wrong, took the lead in launching an attack, forcing Hassabatail out of that realm. This was also because Hassabatail was promoted to the God of War. Otherwise, it would not be so easy to get him out of the "Divine Realm". But even so, whether his curse can have the due effect, the prophet Goodeel found that he had lacked confidence for the first time in so many years.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Sure enough, Hassabatayle laughed a long time, and a light that was more dazzling than the sun exploded from his body. The dark curse blessed by the prophet Goodeel was dispelled by the huge power of consciousness before he could stop.

After dispelling the curse, the long-handled battle axe in Hassabatayle's hand collided with Bart's double axe at a faster speed.

"boom--"

Another deafening sound was heard. Some orcs who were too close were shocked and fell to the ground because they could not bear the impact of sound waves. The aftermath of the fighting energy generated by the impact slashed the barrier set up by more than 100 beast temple shamans and swayed.

Not to mention the failure of the prophet Goodeyer's curse, through this round of attack, the gap between the old sword saint Fingerth and the new sword saint Barth is obvious.

After being counterattacked by Hazabatail, Fingers released the fighting spirit and strength of the counterattack after several unique slips in the sky. After being counterattacked, Bart stepped back five or six feet before he adjusted his attack status.

After completing the first round of the confrontation, Goodeyer Prophet, Fingerce and Bart had a more intuitive understanding of Hassabatail's strength.

Next, the three of them tried to attack several times in a short-range battle and curse, but as the former No. 1 sword saint of the mainland, Hassabatayle has such rich combat experience. After his hard-working combat awareness and combat skills, the three of them could not find any flaws, but instead disrupted their own combat frequency.

Seeing that the battle could not do anything to Hazabatail, the Sword Saint Fingerthy Sword Saint shouted, "Quick Attack!" and then changed the way of combat. One by one, a series of figures dragging long afterimages immediately occupied the upper part of the altar. The orcs watching the battle were full of the shadow of the sword Saint who was the best speed in the continent.

Before this, the three powerful Holy Land powerhouses, Goodeyer, Fingerth and Bart, belonged to three tribes, all had high status and had never cooperated to fight. If it weren't for the emergence of the martial god Hassabatail, the three of them would never have had the opportunity to fight the enemy together.

But this did not affect the fighting intuition of the other two. Seeing Fingers launching a fast attack, Goodeyer Prophet and Bart quickly adjusted their fighting style. One of the attacks in each round was looking for dead corners that Hassabatail would definitely save, and the other frequently had black fog on his head, instantly cursing one by one to cover the three people's common opponents.

For a moment, swords and axes were shining above the altar of the Orc God of War, and there were endless swords and shadows.

The shining fighting spirit, dazzling sparks, rich black fog, and a shocking loud noise continued to erupt. No one could see how many rounds the four people had confronted each other.

Finally, the four figures suddenly separated and returned to the three dimensions and one standing position of the face. It seemed that the battles in the previous moment were just phantoms, but if you look closely, you can still find that the elemental cover and fighting spirit on the three Prophets Goodeyer were dimmed a little, while the fighting spirit around Hassabatail was still so dazzling.

"Don't hold back, use your strongest attacks! After I advance to the God of Martial Arts, I can get continuous replenishment from the world, but the elements you can call are limited. If you drag it down, you may not even be able to activate the "domain"." Hassabatail said in a heroic tone of swallowing the sky.

At this point, the prophet Goodeyer, Fingers and Bart had to admit the power of the master of the Divine Realm. The three of them looked at each other and said, "Summon! The Holy Land of Lightning!" Faced with unprecedented pressure, Bart, who was already slightly panting, shouted loudly and opened his holy land as if he was good.

A aperture with a diameter of ten feet and a silver-white color spreads around Bart as the center. With the opening of the lightning holy realm, the electric elements in the atmosphere began to gather wildly, and more and more lightning beams formed in the sky.

"Brother, prepare to bear the wrath of lightning!" After opening his own Lightning Realm, Bart regained the confidence of a strong man. Every strong man who understands the holy realm can create his own "domain" as he wishes. Within the spatial scope of this domain, the creator is the master of everything.

The domain can not only increase the power of the creator's own element and control elements to the greatest extent, but also weaken all other elemental powers. As for the scope of the domain, the degree of element increase and weakening, it is affected by the creator's own strength.

"Okay! Let's end the battle with this blow! The Holy Land of the Wind!" The second person to open the Holy Land after Bart was the Holy Sword Saint Fingerth. His Holy Land light curtain was green and filled with high-pressure wind blades with screaming sounds.

He inserted his thick-backed broad-cut knife back on his back, and Fingers lifted the Dragon Bow made of ribs and barbarian bull tendons, and made a bow-pull action. The Bow made a "chirp" sound, which was pulled into a full moon.

Soon, energy arrows composed of wind-type elements quickly formed, and all wind blades in the holy realm space gathered towards the front of the arrows as if they were summoned, forming a daunting compressed energy ball. Just looking at the number of concentrated wind blades, you can know the power of destroying the world contained in these arrows.

Since the two sword saints, Bart and Fingers, both opened the holy realm, Prophet Goodeel is of course no exception. Darkness is the most mysterious and silent element. When everyone's eyes were attracted by the movements of the Storm Sword Fingers and Lightning Sword Bart opening the holy realm, Prophet Goodeel's "Dark Holy Realm" had been arranged.

The lack of attacking methods by the black magicians does not mean that they have no attack methods at all. Under the dancing of the prophet Goodeyer's staff, thousands of translucent spears that need to be distinguished with the naked eye to see clearly appeared around his body.

These energy spears similar to the bone skill of the necromancer of the Dark Continent [Bone Spear] are called the [Spear of Destruction] in the Blue Yuan. Only the black magician who has reached the realm of a great magician can master it.

Unlike [Bone Spear], [Spear of Destruction] is a pure energy body and does not have the effect of physical attacks. However, while corroding the soul and swallowing life, it will also release a variety of different negative curses. It is the signature spell of the powerful black magician.

"Come on! Life and death battle is the fastest way to make progress!"

At the same time, in the "domain" of three powerful people in the holy realm, Hassabatail looked excited. He let out a long roar that shook the sky, and he raised his whole body two feet out of thin air, and said the motto that had become famous on the mainland more than ten years ago.

Under the increasingly solemn pressure similar to the one before the beginning, Bart, who was slightly inferior to the level of the few people, had his eyes slashed, and the two axes in his hand slashed in the void. The countless lightning beams poured towards Hassabatail who was wrapped in the field by him, as if they were guided.

Almost in no particular order, Fingers' ready-to-god Dragon Arrow and the Spear of Destruction Condensed by the Spiritual Power of the Prophet Gudikel also shot towards the target Hassabatail, who was significantly more powerful.

"Bart, your method of directly extracting elements in the field without adding simplicity can only be regarded as squandering power and cannot be called combat power at all. If so, you will never become a true swordsman."

At this time, Hassabatail had time to teach his clan brothers a lesson. As he was talking, his momentum suddenly surged. It seemed that he was completely unaffected by the three sacred realms of the Prophet Goodeyer. The battle axe with bright silver light was extremely fast and slashed three times in a row. The silver phantom lion composed of three pure energy bodies transformed from the axe.

Driven by Hazabatail's axe, the three majestic phantom lions burst out with shocking roars, and tens of thousands of lightning burst out. Facing the lightning beams everywhere, arrows, wind blades and dark spears rushed forward.

The energy collided, and there were continuous explosions in the sky immediately.

Countless lights bloomed out of thin air, erupting like gorgeous fireworks. A huge light curtain was formed above the square of the Altar of the God of War. The orcs on the scene were all shocked by the magnificent landscape.

After the first round of lightning beam, wind arrow and dark spear were shot out, the prophet Goodeyer and the three continuous attacks were brewing, and Hassabatail manipulated the three magic lions that transformed into one enemy and three offense and defense, without any disadvantage.

The dense explosions rose to an indistinguishable point. Each blow that was raging in the mixed field was no less than the power of the upper sword sect. The magician was not as powerful as the barrier protection. If it weren't for the protection of the barrier, none of the tens of thousands of orcs who participated in the celebration could have escaped such a storm-like blow.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the shamans who maintained the barrier changed batch after batch. It had been an hour since the start of the launch to the opening of the field.

Even the strong men at the Sacred Realm level cannot maintain this intensity of battle endlessly. The prophet Goodeyer, Fingerthys and Bart began to show fatigue of varying degrees. In terms of endurance, both the sword saint and the sage are far from being compared with the master who entered the divine realm and understood the laws of the element.

Realizing that the three of them had slowed down their attacks, a divine light flashed in Hassabatayle's golden pupils, "Is this almost at the limit? Then let you see the true power of the divine realm!"

He inserted the long-handled battle axe on his back. In fact, when he reached the current realm of Hassabatail, the help of weapons to him was optional. However, his long-term habits and emotions were not allowed to be abandoned for a while, so he still carried the photoelectric axe that had accompanied him for decades.

Hassabatae looked down at the bottom like a god, "Every holy realm has unique traits of each holy realm. The traits of lightning are lightning, the traits of the traits of the storm are wind blades, and the traits of the dark holy realm are souls. Do you know what the traits of the divine realm are?"

"It's nothingness! It's fusion!" As Hassabatail's words fell, visually visible distortion appeared in the space in front of him, and even more dazzling light burst out from his body. He seemed to have transformed into the second sun in the sky.

The fantasy lion, electric beam, wind arrow, dark spear, all the energy in the sky was projected towards the area between Hassabatail's hands, forming an increasingly larger and larger energy ball. The number of elements with such a huge number and completely different attributes were gathered together, but it miraculously did not produce an explosion, and was neutralized by a powerful force.

After absorbing all the energy around it, the energy ball did not stop like this. It rotated rapidly, creating a huge pulling force. The field constructed by Goodeyer, Fingers and Bart began to collapse.

This sudden change surprised the Prophet Goodeyer three. After advancing to the Holy Realm, they had never encountered such a situation that their "domain" was uncontrolled.

The three of them quickly mobilized their fighting spirit and mental power to resist the suction from the sky, but the power of the energy sphere was too strong. At the beginning, when the fighting spirit and magic power were abundant, they might be able to resist it, but now they can only watch their "domain" being broken up by this force!

When the last trace of energy in the realm was also consumed, the prophet Goodeyer and the other two were forced to land back on the ground. The powerful people at the Holy Realm level were originally galloping across the continent, but in thousands of years, five or six powerful people in the divine realm appeared, and they felt an unparalleled sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

After devouring the realms of three Saint-level powerhouses, the energy sphere's rotation speed slowed down, as if it had reached some saturation. Under the control of Hassabatail, the sphere slowly stretched out the shape of a giant axe, and with a "chi" sound, it turned into electric light and slashed towards a peak hundreds of miles away from the God of War Square.

"Boom~" Apart from several breaths, a strong light suddenly burst out in everyone's horrified eyes, like a bright light in the darkness lasted for a few seconds. When I went to see it again the next moment, a crack that was at least twenty feet tall appeared in the middle of the towering mountain. The originally whole mountain was split in two halves.

Despite the distance, the orcs in the square still witnessed and felt the terrifying momentum and the vibration from the earth. With one axe, the power of the master of the Divine Realm was so powerful!

After the vibration stopped, Hassabatayer showed his figure. His eyes swept across the stunned orcs below like lightning. All the orcs who came into contact with his sight felt a clear burning sensation. They half-kneel and showed surrender, and did not dare to face his gaze. Even the Prophet Goodeyer and the other three were no exception.

"From now on, I! I am the Martial Emperor of the Empire!"

With the power of splitting the mountains and breaking the mountains, Hazabatail can be called the Martial Emperor Hazabatail. The void sucked the crown and scepter on the altar into his hand, slowly put on the crown, and loudly declared with a domineering voice, "Next, I will issue two decrees:

1. As long as I am there in the empire, all hatred between all tribes will be eliminated and internal wars will not occur again. If there are any violators, the entire race will be permanently expelled from the empire!

2. After the celebration, the empire officially launched a war on the dwarves. The Temple of Beasts is responsible for passing my diplomatic instructions to the Dwarves, either surrender! Or perish!"

"Martial Emperor!Martial Emperor!Martial Emperor..."

All the orcs watching the ceremony were infected by the momentum of the Martial Emperor Hassabataile, and a powerful fire ignited in their hearts. They all raised their weapons to the sky, making a roar of clouds and nights, accompanied by the shamans' war songs and rumbling war drums, and offered their highest blessings to the new orc king!

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The establishment of a true monarchal centralization system indicates that the orc Empire, a veteran empire that has been silent for hundreds of years, will reappear on the historical stage, and the impact of its inevitable rise on the current racial pattern of the Lanyuan Continent has just begun!
Chapter completed!