Qianlong, who had always been behind Tang Zhen, had slowly drawn out a sword and walked towards the ruins in front of him.
Unlike other lords of Holy Dragon City, Qianlong prefers to carry weapons with him so that he can enter the battle immediately, rather than putting them in storage equipment.
As Tang Zhen's right-hand man and the last barrier guarding him, Qianlong will never let danger get close to Tang Zhen easily.
In fact, since the establishment of Holy Dragon City, there have been more than one assassination attempt on Tang Zhen, but almost every time, Qianlong and his monks quietly dealt with it, and sometimes they would not even tell Tang Zhen.
In Qianlong's view, as the lord of the building city, Tang Zhen shouldn't worry about such things.
As Qianlong took the initiative to explore the way, dozens of people from the Holy Dragon City lords behind him walked out, also carrying weapons and following Qianlong.
As for the other lords and contracted monks, they all assumed defensive postures and quickly dispersed around the temple of the gods.
Tang Zhen stepped forward and followed the team, also walking slowly towards the main hall.
There was a faint sound, reaching the ears of everyone who was waiting, making their eyes freeze.
"Wow!"
The moss on the ground rose up, and then a pale arm covered with dirt stretched out from the ground, and the open palm was clenched tightly.
"Crack!"
A chain of lightning appeared out of thin air, spread around everyone, and enveloped several lords of Holy Dragon City.
Relying on their strong cultivation, these lords of Holy Dragon City quickly escaped from the erosion of lightning, but they also suffered moderate to severe injuries as a result.
This kind of lightning spell has never been seen by the monks of Holy Dragon City, and its lethality is obviously much stronger than the spells cast by the indigenous mages.
At the same time, the surrounding lords of Holy Dragon City quickly launched an attack on the ground, blasting a big crater where the arm was.
A mutilated corpse was pulled out of the pit.
But then more arms protruded from the ground, and with a muffled sound, coffin lids made of stone rose into the sky, and at the same time, figures with powerful auras flew out of the ground.
These figures that suddenly appeared were all wrapped in black damaged robes. As they kept flying, the chain armor they wore under the robes was exposed.
Their skin is pale and dry, their eyes are shining with a faint white light, and they are holding weapons such as two-handed battle axes and heavy swords in their hands, pointing at the monks of Holy Dragon City from a distance.
But in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred similar figures appeared in the sky, exuding a rotten aura, cold and depressing.
The leader was a tall man wearing a gorgeous black robe, but his face had shrunk like a skeleton. He was holding a staff and looked down at Tang Zhen and others coldly.
Its head has sharp long horns, and it is obviously a race other than humans.
"blasphemer, get out of here or die!"
A dry and hoarse sound, like the sound of rusty iron scraping against each other, came out slowly from its mouth, with a hint of undoubt in its tone.
Tang Zhen faced the tall man from a distance. After taking a look at the other person's sacrificial attire, he said in a cold voice: "Who are you? Are you the guardians here?"
After hearing this, the tall man turned his gaze to Tang Zhen. After being silent for a few seconds, he answered Tang Zhen's question.
"We are devout believers of the gods and guardians of the temples of the gods. We swear to guard the peace here and prevent mortals from disturbing the residence of the gods!"
When he said this, the guardian leader who looked like several corpses looked at Tang Zhen with cold eyes.
"So except for the most devout believers, no one else is allowed to enter here, especially blasphemers!"
The guardian leader's eyes flashed red, and then disappeared.
When Tang Zhen heard this, he looked coldly at the guardians who had existed for who knows how many years. In fact, their bodies were dead long ago, but they continued to exist relying on the support of their souls, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.
Although the other party's belief is worthy of respect, but they actually prevent everyone from entering the temple of the gods at this time, they are naturally their own enemies.
Since they are enemies, the next thing will be much simpler.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Tang Zhen raised his hand and pointed at the leader of the guardians, saying in a cold tone: "Since you have been dead for so many years, it is better to stay underground. It is just a ruin. What is there to protect?
of?
You may not know that a god you believe in was almost beaten to death by me just now!"
When the guardian on the opposite side heard this, he immediately shouted in an angry voice: "You blasphemer, die!"
"It's you that damn it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce battle between the two sides suddenly started!
Figures kept flashing around the temple of the gods, and there were constant lights of energy and the sound of swords clashing in the air and underground. The two sides were fighting inextricably!
These palace guardians, who have been sleeping underground for who knows how many years, all have lord-level strength, with half the number being mages and half warriors.
In the words of the indigenous monks, they are a group of real "holy" people!
Compared with today's Tamriel monks, these guardians from ancient times have more fierce fighting power, and they are completely desperate between offense and defense.
In fact, they don't have to worry about being hurt by swords, because their bodies are already dead and they can't feel any pain at all.
As a result, the two sides immediately became inseparable. Seeing that the one-on-one battle was unable to deal with these guardians, the lord of Holy Dragon City who was watching the battle from behind could not restrain his desire to fight and quickly joined the battle.
As a result, those guardians immediately fell into a disadvantage and were chopped into pieces of meat by the lord of Holy Dragon City!
"Decide quickly, don't waste time!"
Qianlong, who was replaced by Fatty, immediately began to command the battle, outflanking and cleaning up the guardians.
As the corpses of the guardians fell from the sky one after another, the sky was already filled with the figures of the lords of Holy Dragon City. Only the fat man and the guardian's sacrificial leader were still fighting fiercely.
The strength of the two sides is almost the same, and the fighting methods are also extremely realistic, both of which are extremely fierce and violent.
A muffled sound came from the place where they were fighting, and the violent momentum shocked everyone around them.
However, Tang Zhen and others did not intervene, because he had already seen that Fatty seemed to be at a critical stage of breakthrough.
Fatty's cultivation strength has improved by leaps and bounds since he joined Holy Dragon City, and now he is stuck on the verge of promotion.
If you want to cross this threshold, no one can help you, you have to do it yourself.
At this time, Fatty has already found the opportunity for promotion. Once he crosses this threshold, he will be promoted to a true king-level monk!
This is an extremely important matter for Fatty himself and for Holy Dragon City!
Under the gaze of everyone, the battle in the air has become more and more intense, and if you are not careful, you will suffer heavy losses.
At this moment, a cheerful laughter came from the sky, and it was the voice of the fat man himself.
A violent and frightening aura spread with him as the center, and the guardian priest was grabbed by the neck and torn into two pieces!