Isn’t the City of the Holy Hand a parliamentary system? How can there be a city lord?
This was not just Luo Yan's question. After Old Man Wen shouted these words, everyone present had this idea.
Before they could react, a huge voice came rolling in:
"Why are you calling me? The Lord of this city is here!"
A ray of light flashed, lighting up from the City of Holy Hands, and appeared in an instant.
Mo Ying's palm has fallen.
Terrifying power poured out, Mo Ying's movements seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast. Gray light bloomed from under his palm, like thousands of sharp arrows, trying to pierce the space.
If this attack is allowed to hit, Senator Wen will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
No matter how strong the Nightmare Level is, it is impossible to catch the lord-level ultimate move!
Fortunately, the city lord of the City of Holy Hands arrived in time.
The city lord's whole body was shrouded in dazzling light, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could vaguely tell that he was a tall and mighty creature.
He laughed strangely, the light all over his body surged, and he also released terrifying energy.
The attacks of Mo Hun and the city lord collided, not as earth-shattering as imagined, but silent.
Darkness and light collide silently, and then annihilate silently, just like snow meeting the scorching sun, there is no violent reaction, only silent melting.
After one move, the Lord of the City of Holy Hands and Mo Hun looked at each other from afar, confronting each other.
The battlefield calmed down briefly.
With two lord-level players present, the fight among the others seemed to become less important.
"I can't believe that you are still alive."
The main road of the City of Holy Hands.
Mo Ying snorted coldly.
"You are older than me! I didn't expect you to still be alive! Didn't you declare to the outside world that you were dead a long time ago?"
He was really dissatisfied.
He used evil black technology to transform his body to extend his life, and he also lay down in the holy tomb to avoid the passage of time. As a result, some species can naturally live for such a long time without doing anything?
Are the differences in the world so obvious?
The Lord of the City of Holy Hands is much older than me!
The city lord smiled strangely, and the light on his body slowly dissipated.
"Without a lord level, who would dare to build a city... The cursed city has no lords, and now it is besieged by you... It can be seen that a city without a lord is not a city."
Mo Ying was speechless for a moment.
He encountered the worst case scenario.
With both sides having lord levels, the battle obviously cannot be decided immediately and will drag on forever... By then, he won't be able to share much of the spoils of the Cursed City...
Unless Twilight City and Blood Moon City are suddenly greatly reduced in strength, they will not be able to attack the Cursed City in a short time.
But this is even more impossible!
In the sky, the light on the city lord faded, revealing his true body.
In the city, Luo Yan looked at the familiar face of the city lord and couldn't help but exclaimed.
He knows City Lord B! He’s very familiar with it!
A few days ago, he was riding on the head of the city lord, trying to shirk him!
Isn’t this Mr. Zhuzhu?!
Mr. Zhuzhu is the city lord? Lord level?
Wai Ri, fortunately, I am usually very polite, respect Mr. Zhuzi very much, and get along very well with him... In a nutshell, the two of them are almost brothers.
At this moment, Mr. Zhuzi's appearance has undergone tremendous changes.
Maybe this is his true form. Usually, Mr. Zhuzi just likes to disguise himself and disguise himself as an ordinary Zhuzi.
Sure enough... Do all masters like this?
In his true form, Mr. Zhuzi looks much younger, with a resolute and handsome face and sharp eyes... The pillar is tall and straight, and some of the rust on it is obviously gone.
Well, his true form is that of a young pillar.
So it is still a pillar...
Mr. Zhuzhu sneered and said lightly:
"Okay, retreat now. Since you haven't caused any damage to us, I can pretend that nothing happened."
He still wants peace.
It's not because the City of the Holy Hand is peace-loving, but because it can't be defeated.
In terms of high-level combat power, whether it is lord level, nightmare level, or ghost story level, Holy Hand City is worthy of its opponent, but the problem lies in low-level combat power.
Just like this complex group of doctors in the City of Holy Hands, do you still want to deal with the highly disciplined and powerful black blood warriors?
The advantages of low-level combat power can be fed back to high-level battlefields.
There are many members of the Black Blood grassroots who have many ways to help their generals...
Mo Ying's complexion keeps changing.
He also wanted to quit.
It seems that spending time with the City of Holy Hands is not going to please you.
However, if we go back now, how will Twilight and Blood Moon explain it?
Together they swore an oath to the Dark Supreme God!
It would be great if Twilight and Blood Moon's attack was thwarted...
Mo Ying sighed.
If so, he would dare to go to war directly and have a good fight with the City of Holy Hands.
You know, plundering the City of the Holy Hand... seems to be pretty good too.
Just when Mo Ying was in trouble, a small insect suddenly flew quickly from somewhere.
His expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to catch the little insect.
"This is……"
Mo Hun was shocked when he received the news.
The next moment, he looked up at Mr. Zhuzi and showed a ferocious smile.
"Hit me! Hit me hard!"
The Black Blood people suddenly became commotion and charged towards the City of Holy Hand.
"what happened?!"
Mr. Zhuzi was surprised.
He didn't understand what happened. Mo Ying was obviously hesitant and hesitant, so why did he suddenly make up his mind and go to war with all his might?
But it was impossible for him not to fight, so everyone in the Holy Hand City also charged forward.
This time, not only was it a Lord-level, Nightmare-level, and Kaidan-level battle, but even the ordinary members of the Black Blood rushed over like crazy. Each one of them was brave and fearless of death, and a group of people cooperated with each other tacitly, staring at the Kaidan-level battlefield constantly.
Harassment.
…
Two hours ago, the distant twilight city.
"It's so...far."
A skinny man wearing a skull-shaped mask stood out of thin air.
He stared at Twilight quietly, his eyes incomprehensible.
"Well...if I wear a mask, no one will be able to...recognize me."
The man smiled silently.
He was really too thin, and his wrinkled skin clung tightly to his frame. From a distance, he looked as scary as a mummy.
"Twilight...yours, night has fallen."
The man took out two medicine bottles from his arms, one was red and the other was blue.
"For alchemy, both destruction and creation are...part of my professional field."
He muttered to himself.
The caps of the two potion bottles popped open automatically, and he poured out the two bottles of potion at the same time.
Red and blue turned into sparkling points of light, intertwined in the air, and produced some kind of special reaction.
Red plus blue makes green.
The skinny man had an expressionless face as he watched the green light spots seem endless, spreading towards the Twilight City.
Green symbolizes vitality...but sometimes, it is not always the case.