"His Excellency Enzo, what will we do next?"

At this time, Flosley asked, "Everyone had entered the Golden City, but the next move was unknown.

"Let's go around first."

Enzo pondered for a moment and said, "At least, we are considering whether to cause trouble for each other in this city."

"good!"

Everyone said in unison that this time the wizard team went to the Lost Continent. Although they did not clearly assign the captain's position, everyone knew that everything was mainly Enzo.

After all, among the crowd, Enzo is the most powerful.

At the same time, he is also the only conqueror, the wizard of the Conqueror. With just one person's strength, he surpasses Flosley and Evelyn and the others.

Seeing Enzo say this, everyone began to wander in the Golden City.

During this period, Flosley has been paying attention to the Pelican God. In his cognition, the other party belongs to the God King Club. Although he is now controlled by Enzo, he may not be able to guarantee absolute loyalty. If you use tricks, you must be killed as soon as possible.

But in fact, Flosley's considerations were redundant.

The Pelican God, controlled by Enzo's magic, has no ability to resist at all. It is easy for Enzo to kill him.

On the street, Enzo thought.

"Maybe...this is the rule of the wizard world."

Enzo sighed in his heart. While heading to the Lost Continent, he met the Eight Claw God and the Pelican God, both gods born in the Third Era.

Unlike those ancient gods, whether it is the Eight Claw God or the Pelican God, their strength is extremely weak.

Therefore, Enzo speculated in his heart that since the ancestor of the wizard incarnated into the world's rules and will, and the wizard civilization has since become the ruler of the world, the gods are no longer suitable for this world. Except for those ancient gods, the newly born gods have become very weak.

Existences like the Eight Claw God and the Pelican God are even less than those of the indigenous gods in the ordinary world.

While thinking, everyone came to a square, and the crowd was surging ahead, and many golden frames appeared on the street. People living in the Golden City were all happy, as if they were experiencing a grand festival.

"What's the situation?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

"It's a slaughter celebration!"

The Pelican God quickly explained in a low voice, "This is the rule of Golden City. On the last day of a month, Golden City will hold a killing celebration!"

"It is said that it is for sacrifice to the god of killing!"

When Enzo heard the words of the Pelican God, he felt thoughtful.

It seems that the Golden Mountain God Feilar is really loyal to the God of Killing, and even now he still has no plan to resurrect the God of Killing.

The so-called killing ceremony is specially prepared for the god of killing.

In ancient times, the God of Killing was a god who advocated blood and fighting. In order to please the God of Killing, his believers would hold such a killing celebration every major festival, allowing people to fight with each other to express their respect for the God of Killing.

In this way, the God of Killing can gain the power of faith.

Now, the God of Killing has long been dead, but the God of Golden Mountain, Filalo, still retains this traditional custom after establishing the Golden City.

Obviously, he still inherited the God of Killing.

"Go and take a look!"

Enzo looked at the crowds around him, so he greeted Flosley and others, and walked towards the direction of the killing celebration.

Soon, following the abortion, Enzo and others came to a place similar to a arena.

This arena is extremely large, with an audience seat that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. The central area is an open space, and the killing ceremony is held here.

"snort!"

Seeing such a large venue, Evelyn snorted coldly. As early as ancient times, there were many places like this in the wizard world.

At that time, humans were still ants under the feet of the gods.

There is no even any reason. Just for fun, the gods can allow thousands of people to fight each other. For them, the meaning of the existence of all things is only to serve themselves, and no matter how many lives there are, they are worthless.

Everyone sat in the audience one by one.

The killing celebration is held every other month, and it has long been used to it in the Golden City. Therefore, although this killing celebration has attracted many people to participate, the opening process is very simple. It is just that an old man in a golden robe told a few oracles and announced the beginning.

"That guy?"

Looking at the golden old man in the open space, Evelyn frowned slightly, and the other party actually emitted a breath similar to a fourth-level life form.

"Divine servant!"

Next to him, Flosley nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "It seems that this person is the divine servant of the Golden Mountain God Feilar. He was given some strength by the other party, so he gained the strength of a fourth-level life form, but he is not a real fourth-level life form."

Hearing Flosley's words, Evelyn nodded slightly.

There were many so-called divine servants in ancient times. Almost every god liked to cultivate his own heirs in the world and give his own strength to mortals, so that they could become extraordinary beings, but the essence of life would not change.

Simply put, the power of the God servant comes from the Gods.

Evelyn could feel the aura of a fourth-level life form on the old man in the golden robe, but it did not mean that the other party was really a fourth-level life form.

All the power of the old man in the golden robe comes from the Golden Mountain God Feilaro.

Since this power can be given, it can naturally be taken back. As long as the Golden Mountain God Feilar has any dissatisfaction, he can withdraw the power he gave at any time, and waiting for the old man's end will inevitably be death.

Even carrying the power of God with the body of a mortal is itself a suicide act.

For the Golden Mountain God Feilaro, the so-called identity of the old man in the golden robe is actually just a puppet. He gives the other party the power to make him better serve himself, and there is no reason other than that.

Enzo's face was calm.

The gods will never trust mortals. For the ancient gods, even the loyal believers are essentially just ants.

The old man in the golden robe in front of him has the strength of a fourth-level life body, but he is not a truly immortal life.

Strictly speaking, he is just a puppet of the Golden Mountain God Feilar, but he only has his own will.

“…The great slaughter celebration will officially begin from now on!”

The old man in the golden robe spoke frenzy, enjoying the cheers of the people, and said loudly, "Let us welcome this murderous celebration with the most pious faith!"

While speaking, the old man in the golden robe clapped his hands.

Immediately afterwards, the doors on both sides of the arena slowly opened, and with a loud sound and a slight trembling sound of the earth, a flying dragon walked out slowly.

In the audience, people suddenly cheered.

The third-level living body, a two-legged flying dragon, a creature with the blood of a giant dragon. Although it is not a real dragon, it also has extremely powerful combat power.

roar!

At this time, the two-legged flying dragon was bound by chains and appeared in the open space in the center of the arena amid the cheers of everyone.

Hurry!

The flying dragon on both feet seemed very restless, trying hard to break free from the iron chains on his body, but it was difficult to succeed. His eyes were staring at the old man in the golden robe and let out a roar.

The old man in the golden robe didn't care about this.

"Next, let's invite Okaren of Golden Fist!"

The old man in golden robe said loudly, and in the gate on the other side, a strong man three meters tall walked out, and his skin was emitting a golden luster.

"Golden Fist!"

"Golden Fist!"

"Mr. Okaren!"

The audience around us burst into more enthusiastic cheers. This so-called Golden Fist Okaren seems to have a greater influence than the old man in the golden robe.

After the other party appeared, everyone showed fanatical expressions.

Enzo looked at Okaren, a look of thought appeared on his face, and murmured, ": Is the blood of the Golden Mountain God Feilar?"

"It looks like a divine blood!"

Next to him, Flosley nodded slightly. From the golden fist, he could feel a trace of the breath of the gods.

Unlike the old man in golden robe, the aura on the golden fist is even more peculiar.

The other party obviously has the bloodline of the gods, and this bloodline power is likely to come from the Golden Mountain God Feilao.

However, this Golden Fist Okaren seems to be very young.

From the outside, the other party is only about forty years old and has a very strong aura, and its life level is about the third level.

According to the Lost Continent, the Golden Fist belongs to the Demigod level.

After appearing, Okaren, the Golden Fist, enjoyed the cheers of the people, and looked at the two-legged dragon not far away.

"It seems that you are my prey today!"

Okaren laughed twice, and then he couldn't wait to start the battle. His body, which exceeded three meters, rushed towards the two-legged dragon like a small giant.

On the open space, the old man in golden robe smiled.

Then, he waved his hand, and the iron chain that bound the two-legged dragon broke, and a stream of powder rushed towards the two-legged dragon.

Suddenly, the giant dragon eyeballs on both feet turned bloody red.
To be continued...