Chapter 1013 Golden Fist

"Sir Enzo, what shall we do next?"

At this time, Floresley asked. Everyone had already 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 should make sure that the Golden Mountain God is in this city. We are considering whether to cause trouble for him."

"Okay!"

Everyone said in unison. Although the position of the captain was not clearly divided when the wizard team went to the Lost Continent, everyone knew that everything depended on Enzo.

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

At the same time, he was also the only conqueror of the Holy Soul Wizard. The strength of just one person surpassed Floresley and Evelyn combined.

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

During this period, Floresley had been paying attention to the Pelican God. In his cognition, the other party belonged to the God King Association. Although he was now controlled by Enzo, he might not be absolutely loyal. If he played tricks, he must be killed immediately.

But in fact, Florslay's consideration was redundant.

The Pelican God, who was controlled by Enzo's magic, had no ability to resist at all, and it was easy for Enzo to kill him.

On the street, Enzo was thoughtful.

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

Enzo sighed in his heart. On the way to the Lost Continent, he met the Octopus God and the Pelican God. Both gods were born in the Third Age.

Unlike those ancient gods, both the Octopus God and the Pelican God are extremely weak.

Therefore, Enzo speculated in his heart that since the wizard ancestor incarnated the will of the world rules and the wizard civilization has 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.

The existence of the Octopus God and the Pelican God is not even as good as the native gods of the general world.

While thinking, everyone came to a square. People were surging forward. Many golden carriages appeared on the streets. People living in the Golden City were overjoyed, as if they were experiencing a grand festival.

"What's going on?" Enzo raised his eyebrows.

"It's the Killing Festival!"

The Pelican God hurriedly explained in a low voice: "This is the rule of the Golden City. On the last day of every month, the Golden City will hold a Killing Festival!"

"It is said that it is to worship the God of Killing!"

Hearing the words of the Pelican God, Enzo was thoughtful.

It seems that the Golden Mountain God Filalo is really loyal to the God of Killing. Even now, he has not given up the plan to resurrect the God of Killing.

The so-called Killing Festival is specially prepared for the God of Killing.

In ancient times, the God of Killing was a god who worshipped blood and fighting. In order to please the God of Killing, his believers would hold this kind of Killing Festival every time there was a large festival, so that people would fight each other to express their respect for the God of Killing.

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

Now, the God of Slaughter has long fallen, but the Golden Mountain God Filalo still retains this traditional custom after building the Golden City.

Obviously, he still inherits the will of the God of Slaughter.

"Go and have a look!"

Enzo looked at the crowds surging around him, so he called Frosley and others and walked towards the direction of the Killing Festival.

Not long after, following the crowd, Enzo and others came to a place similar to the Colosseum.

This Colosseum is extremely large, with enough seats to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people. The central area is an open space, and the Killing Festival is held here.

"Humph!"

Seeing such a large venue, Evelyn snorted coldly. As early as in 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.

Even for no reason, just for fun, the gods can let thousands of people fight each other. For them, the meaning of the existence of all things is just to serve themselves, and no matter how many lives there are, they are worthless.

Everyone sat in the audience seats one by one.

The killing celebration held every other month has long been commonplace in the Golden City. Therefore, although this killing celebration has attracted many people, the opening process is very simple. An old man in a golden robe announced the start after reciting a few oracles.

"That guy?"

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

"God's servant!"

Next to him, Floresley nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "It seems that this person is the servant of the Golden Mountain God Filalo. He was given some power 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 Floresley's words, Evelyn nodded slightly.

There were many so-called God's servants in ancient times. Almost every god liked to cultivate his own heirs in the world. By giving their own power to mortals, they could become extraordinary beings, but the essence of life would not change.

In short, the power of God's servants comes from the gods.

Evelin could sense the aura of a fourth-order life form emanating from the golden-robed old man, but that didn't mean he was really a fourth-order life form.

All the power of the golden-robed old man came from the Golden Mountain God Filalo.

Since this kind of power can be given, it can naturally still be withdrawn. As long as the Golden Mountain God Filaluo is dissatisfied, he can withdraw the power given by him at any time, and the ending that awaits the old man must be death.

Even carrying the power of gods in a mortal body is an act of suicide in itself.

For the Golden Mountain God Filaluo, this old man in gold robes, the so-called servant of the god, is actually just a puppet. The purpose of giving power to him is to make him better serve himself. Other than that, there is nothing Any reason.

In place, Enzo looked calm.

The gods will never trust mortals. To the ancient gods, even the most loyal believers are essentially nothing more than ants.

The golden-robed old man in front of him had the strength of a fourth-level life form, but he was not a true immortal.

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

"...The great killing celebration officially begins from now on!"

The old man in gold robe spoke enthusiastically, enjoying the cheers of the people, and loudly said: "Let us welcome this killing celebration with the most devout faith!"

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

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

In the audience, people cheered suddenly.

A third-level life form, a bipedal flying dragon, a creature with the blood of a giant dragon. Although it is not a true dragon, it still possesses extremely powerful combat power.

roar!

At this time, the bipedal flying dragon, bound by chains, appeared in the open space in the center of the arena amid the cheers of everyone.

Wow!

The two-legged flying dragon looked very restless, struggling to break free from the iron chains on his body, but was unable to succeed. He stared at the old man in gold robe and roared one after another.

In this regard, the old man in golden robe didn't care at all.

"Next, let's invite the Golden Fist O'Callen!"

The old man in golden robe said loudly, and from the door on the other side, a strong man three meters tall came out, his skin exuding a golden luster.

"Golden Fist!"

"Golden Fist!"

"Lord O'Callen!"

The surrounding audience burst into even louder cheers. This so-called Golden Fist O'Kalun seemed to have greater influence than the golden-robed old man.

After the opponent appeared on the stage, everyone showed fanatical expressions.

Enzo stared at the Golden Fist O'Callen, with a trace of thought on his face, and murmured, "Is it the bloodline of the Golden Mountain God Filaro?"

"It seems to be a divine blood one!"

Next to him, Froslai also nodded slightly, and he could feel a trace of the aura of the gods from the Golden Fist Feralo.

Unlike the golden-robed old man, the aura of the Golden Fist is even more peculiar.

The opponent obviously has the bloodline of a god, and the power of this bloodline most likely comes from the Golden Mountain God Philalo.

However, this Golden Fist O'Kalun seems to be still very young.

Judging from the appearance, the other party is only about forty years old, and his aura is very strong, and his life level is about level three.

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

After appearing on the stage, Golden Fist O'Kalun enjoyed the cheers of the people while looking at the two-legged dragon not far away.

"It seems that you are my prey today!"

O'Callen laughed twice, and then he couldn't wait to start the battle. His body of more than three meters rushed towards the bipedal dragon like a little giant.

In the open space, the old man in gold robe smiled.

Then, he waved his hand, and the iron chain restraining the two-legged dragon was broken, and at the same time, a stream of powder also surged towards the two-legged dragon.

Suddenly, the eyes of the bipedal dragon turned bleeding red.

As if falling into a violent state, the bipedal dragon let out an ear-splitting roar, and faced O'Callen who was not far away and faced him without ceremony.

A fierce battle broke out in an instant.

"bring it on!"

O'Kalun, the Golden Fist, was obviously very confident in his own strength. With his strong and powerful arms, he grabbed the bipedal flying dragon by the neck and threw the opponent directly.

Then, O'Callen laughed.

I saw him jumping up and rushing towards the flying dragon in mid-air. His ferocious fist suddenly hit the flying dragon.

Bang!

Along with a violent sound, a large pit seemed to appear on the ground. The scales of the two-legged flying dragon were penetrated, and blood spilled on the ground. However, this level of damage was obviously not enough to kill the two-legged dragon. Flying dragon.

In the multiverse, the dragons and titans have always been known for their powerful vitality.

Although the flying dragon is not a real dragon, it still has a trace of dragon blood, so naturally it cannot be killed so easily.

Immediately, the two-legged flying dragon roared angrily, opened its bloody mouth and spit out a stream of flames.

"Yo! I can also breathe dragon breath."

In the audience, Evelin raised her eyebrows, seemingly a little surprised. The wyverns were only sub-dragon creatures, and not the entire group could use dragon breath attacks.

And this bipedal flying dragon has reached the level of a third-order life form.

Being able to use dragon breath proves that the dragon blood in its body is very strong, so its combat power is far superior to that of ordinary flying dragons.

On the opposite side, Golden Fist O'Kalun could not dodge.

Facing the fierce dragon's breath, he showed a look of enthusiasm, but suddenly opened his arms and raised his chest to meet the impact of the dragon's breath.

"bring it on!"

Golden Fist Okalun roared loudly, and his clothes were burned into ashes by the flames, revealing his golden body.

At this time, Golden Fist Okalun finally entered the combat state.

His eyes showed a golden color, and the blood of the gods in his body was completely stimulated.

"Come again!"

Golden Fist Okalun roared and rushed towards the two-legged dragon, and the golden iron fist blasted out without mercy.

Bang!

The two-legged dragon was directly knocked away and hit the wall of the arena heavily. It was not easy to get up. A trace of fear flashed in its blood-red eyes.

They are both third-level life forms, but the combat power of the two-legged dragon is obviously not as good as that of Golden Fist Okalun.

The opponent relies on the blessing of the blood of the gods to burst out amazing combat power. The gap between the two is huge.

Feeling the threat of the Golden Fist, the two-legged dragon hesitated and retreated.

However, Okalun the Fist of Gold would not let the other party go easily. This killing ceremony to worship the God of Killing must be completed with blood and death. Therefore, even if the wyvern surrendered, Okalun the Fist of Gold would not let the other party go.

Immediately, Okalun the Fist of Gold jumped up.

His body had completely turned into gold, and it looked extremely dazzling in the air. The people in the surrounding audience seats burst into cheers, and Okalun the Fist of Gold obviously enjoyed this treatment very much. He smashed the wyvern on the ground with his iron fist without hesitation.

Boom!

This punch directly broke the spine of the wyvern, causing it to scream in pain, and then raised its head, with a pleading light flashing in its eyes.

However, Okalun the Fist of Gold grinned.

Then, he used both hands to pry open the mouth of the wyvern, and then suddenly exerted force to tear the upper and lower jaws of the wyvern apart, and the blood splashed on the ground. The wyvern, which was comparable to a demigod, was slaughtered to death.

However, the people of the Golden City were obviously accustomed to such cruel scenes.

And the Golden Fist Okalun obviously enjoyed such a scene very much. Bathing in the blood of the wyvern, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

At the same time, the old man in the golden robe appeared again.

The wyvern was just an appetizer for this killing ceremony. Next, more fighting was needed to express the reverence for the God of Killing. In the surrounding dungeons, one monster after another was released and surrounded the Golden Fist Okalun.