On the top floor of Wiltonstein's building, Helloul Wiltonstein was also eager to try. She had already chosen her own opponent, and the devil's vampire prince Utred Jimichi was very good, probably the type she could win. However, just when she was planning to leave with Utred Demacia, she was stopped by Elisa Targaryen in advance.

"Miss Hairoul, Amo just informed me to stop you from joining the war. His original words were, just watch it here."

Hearing this, Hairoul immediately raised his eyebrows unhappily: "Why?"

In the past, she could not control her own power, but now, she has obtained everything from Adriana, the dragon girl of the Disaster Flame. No matter what aspect, she has surpassed the ordinary superior demigods. She has even seen the first sight in controlling the power of the Disaster God.

"You don't need to participate in this war."

Alisa Targaryen said expressionlessly: "Miss Helloul, you are the last trump card of the Wilton Stein family, and in this war, the boss has already mastered the key to victory."

Of course, it was impossible for her to tell the truth. Li Mochen still disliked her sister for being too young. As long as she could solve the battle without letting her participate, try not to get involved.

However, Heroul had already guessed this. She put her hands on her waist: "After all, he still regards me as a child, right?"

"Helloul, you were a child."

The person who spoke was Consulli Wiltonstein, who had not yet entered the battle. He was standing in front of the glass curtain wall with his hands on his back, watching the battle situation outside.

"This is also my opinion! Since A Mo has bought the almost complete version of "Dragon Hard", today's battle will only be his sniper show. A war that will win will not be necessary to completely expose our strength."

Heroul couldn't help but gritted his teeth and glared at Consully Wiltonstein's back.

She had no good feelings for Kang Xiuli, and when both her parents died, this person was also one of them watching coldly.

However, the old man in front of her was Li Mochen's grandfather after all. The majesty and oppression of this person made her afraid to act rashly.

——This is very strange. If you only talk about the ranks, she is already a superior demigod, and she is obviously stronger than this old man’s level.

At this time, Consulli Wiltonstein's eyes were filled with a magma-like fighting spirit.

He knew that Li Mochen's deputy body, who had not started shooting for a long time, was waiting for something, and this was what he Kang Xiuli was looking forward to-

He believed that his decades of hatred he had accumulated was about to end at this moment.

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"You're trying to lure Edmund into the field, right?"

In Li Mochen's "Hometown of Destiny", another magic envoy, Rafat de Robespierre, was standing next to him with a telescope expressionless face.

"Andre, I advise you not to play too much. Do you know? The White House must be discussing which side of you should suppress and end this war as soon as possible. Compared to you, the National Association of Progressors, which has fifteen top 100 families, is undoubtedly more advantageous and more substantial."

“He was right!”

This is the projection of Anthony Braden here. Since he had just left the frozen state, his beard was still stained with some ice residue.

"I know the virtues of those people in the White House. At least 80% of the staff around the president have various connections with the National Association of Progressors. So now I can guess what they will say to the President, kill your grandparents and grandchildren, and Atlanta will be safe and sound, and the whole Ameriga will restore peace. Especially you, Andre. Only by getting rid of you can they truly feel at ease."

While talking, Anthony Braden was still distracted from helping Li Mochen calculate the ballistics.

Although he was unable to participate in this war in person, his super calculating power, which was comparable to the main god, could still provide strong help to Li Mochen.

"Wait a little longer!"

Li Mochen, the ‘Second Body’, held the dragon’s power and replied calmly: “Nine minutes, if he doesn’t enter within nine minutes, I will end this war. I am only worried about you now, Robespierre, after I seriously injured the ‘Energy Monarch’ Edmund, will you, the ‘World Destroyer’, have the ability to capture him?”

"It depends on how much you can hurt him. If it cannot reach the point of being seriously injured and dying, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to do it. I can do my best to make him hurt even worse, and I can't recover for ten or twenty years. It can also ensure that he cannot escape from Ameriga or leave the world of light for some time in the future."

When Li Mochen looked at him with a little contempt, Robespierre couldn't help but feel angry: "If it weren't for your magic tower destroying 35% of the magic energy array, as long as he appears today, he wouldn't have left here alive!"

He also wanted to kill Ron Edmund. Now the holidays between them are not just the frictions before, but also the hatred of Jennifer.

"What's more, you still have to capture it! Then again, don't you have to wait a month before taking action? Why did you suddenly get ahead of now? My magic tower's "Scepter of Destruction" has to wait fifteen minutes before it can be teleported."

"This is called planning that cannot keep up with changes."

Li Mochen sighed: "Is it going to be injured to the point of dying? I'll try my best. If it really doesn't work, it's a good idea to lay the groundwork now."

Regarding Edmund, although Li Mochen had the mythical armed "Dragon Power" in his hands, he actually didn't have much confidence in killing a gun.

There is no doubt that Ron Edmund, the magic envoy named "Energy Monarch", is his most dangerous enemy now.

This person's reputation in the magic world is now chasing Bethel Estantin, claiming to be on par with the latter - in Li Mochen's opinion, this evaluation is obviously a bit inflated. But he believes that Ron Edmund's strength should be able to reach the threshold of a medium god in special circumstances.

Therefore, only by surprise can he give this person the greatest trauma with the minimum consumption.

At this moment, Angela Medici's figure suddenly appeared beside Li Mochen, and her expression was very strange: "Amo, someone is in contact with me, and he is a very surprising guy."

"An unexpected?"

Li Mochen looked over thoughtfully: "Let me guess it's from our enemy, right?"

Angela nodded: "It's Philip I's demigod, Roland Benedict. He said he wanted to meet you before joining the war."

"Wow!" Anthony shrugged when he heard this: "This will be a smart betrayer, he made the right choice. Although there are many idiots, they are obviously smart people."

Li Mochen laughed: "It's acceptable, so please help us transfer, Angela."

"Ok!"

Angela Medici's figure soon disappeared in front of his eyes, and the next moment, Roland Benedict's hoarse voice came from Li Mochen's ears: "Is Andre Lee Wiltonstein?"

Angela was very smart and was still guarding against Roland. She did not project magical images of both sides, but just talked in voice.

"I am!"

Li Mochen didn't have time to talk nonsense with this demigod, and got to the point: "Roland, I can probably guess what you think. I will just put forward the conditions here. I allow your family Evil Benedict to have a decent death and will not provide any assistance to the three siblings in the future. After this war, I can allow the Benedict family to continue to exist in Georgia after paying a certain price."

"In other words, I don't need to do anything else, right?" Roland's voice was a little cold, and there was also an accident.

At this time, in a corner of Atlanta, where Li Mochen did not notice, Roland Benedict's pupils were indeed shrinking slightly.

He instinctively judged that the opposite side was not bluffing.

"You understand it right."

Li Mochen's voice was indifferent and distant: "But if you, Roland, can help me win one of the demigods in this battle, I can allow you Benedict family to retain all the industries."

After saying this, he cut off the communication directly. Roland Benedict's turnaround surprised him, but for him, it was not something to be happy to care about.

At this time, he had no intention of taking care of it. It was because Philip I had already appeared south of Atlanta and officially entered the battlefield.

As soon as this person took action, he used an ice dragon breath to relieve the fatal crisis of the demon wolf Fenrier. However, Kang Xiuli's figure appeared in front of him as soon as possible.

The 14th-story magic tower "Crown of Silence" was slowly sliding out of the void and appearing at the sky high of Atlanta where there were already magic towers.

"Is this planning to kill the ancestor Kang Xiuli?"

Feeling the strong murderous intent pouring over the opposite side, the color in Philip I's pupils was also icy blue: "You are confident enough now and think you can kill your ancestors?"

"You're wrong."

Kang Xiuli's body was filled with violent starlight, which shone with Zhoutian stars: "In fact, I have always had such confidence! You are the one who has been afraid of these twenty years, right? Philip?"

"Kang Xiuli, you actually have this illusion? It seems that this is my fault, it is my dereliction of duty as an elder—"

Philip I sighed softly: "After all, there is a chance to save it, so today, I will correct your concept of strength and weakness."

His body first turned into a ball of flame, and then spread into a sea of ​​fire.

Those black flames are born from the same origin as the Dragon Girl of the Disaster Flame, but they are slightly different. They all carry the power of disaster, but at the same time they also carry a fatal curse, which can even affect the spirit of the demigod.

At this moment, many semi-god-level powerful people around, including Thomson Beo, the "Enemma of Death", were affected. Their spells and attacks in various forms began to make mistakes, and various accidents occurred frequently. In the soul and mind, various adverse changes appeared. In a daze, they made choices that were unfavorable to themselves in the battle, making their own situation gradually worse.

More obvious, like Franks, his mind began to become depressed, weak, and he felt extremely stinging, and almost fell into a state of confusion.

However, Kang Xiuli's counterattack was also fierce and fierce, and he was extremely domineering!

At this moment, the entire land under his feet was frozen. All the buildings within the ten kilometers were covered with a thick layer of ice.

An ice-blue leather glove also appeared on this person's right hand.

The blood of the silent demon dragon Patrick complements the mythical arms in his hands.

The "Silent Divine Power" made most of the magic in the airspace of Atlanta invalid, and even included some of the divine powers of the demigods and the black flames radiated by Philip I.

As the starlight shone, Kang Xiuli's dry body quickly swelled up. He instantly turned into a strong man, and his face returned to his youthful appearance, six-slightly similar to Li Mochen, looking handsome and masculine. At this time, outside his body, he was covered with a layer of star-blue source armor, and his aura actually caught up with Coom Wilton, a demigod berserker!

With the help of the Star Jump Technique, this person flashed a mile away with just one flash. Then he punched directly and went into the empty space, with only black flames blasting out of the void.

Then the entire city of Atlanta was shaking and the earth was shaking, and countless black fire points scattered on all sides. Philip I also appeared again. Although he was unscathed, the man's face was covered with a blue-black color.

"my god! Amo your grandfather, he scared me."

Anthony looked incredible: "Legendary Level 5 Titan Jihua! In addition to the Warlock and Mage profession, there is actually a part-time job in melee combat?"

"Not only that, what is blessed on him now is the prototype of the forbidden mantra "Star Breakdown" and "Absolute Zero", as well as the divine power of silence and ice--"

Rafat de Robespierre's eyes showed a sense of priesthood: "No wonder Philip, who can already master the law by means of disasters and curses, would be so afraid of him. Your grandfather Kang Xiuli, I think as long as he can break the shackles imposed on him by Philip I, this person will be a new magic envoy of Ameriga."

"You can see!" Anthony nodded slightly: "Phillip I's strength is undoubtedly stronger, but he was very restrained by Consulli."

Li Mochen did not listen to the two of them. Since Philip and Kang Xiuli fought, his eyes have never left the scope, and he has been observing and sensing the overall situation of Atlanta.

After Philip I took the rescue, the demon wolf Fenrier made three more space jumps.

This man seemed to hate him to the extreme. Even though he was in a desperate situation, he never thought of escaping from Atlanta and staying away from this battlefield.

So after these three jumps, this mad wolf was once again forced to death by Li Mochen and Delphinia!

At this time, it was only twenty seconds away from the nine minutes Li Mochen had reserved.

A trace of expectation flashed in Li Mochen's eyes. He wanted to know whether the magic envoy would sit idly by and watch the demon wolf Fenrier die, let him seize the "Sky Scepter", or appear and intervene and enter the range of his sniper rifle.
To be continued...