Just as Manuel was standing by the railing, sagging his chest and stamping his feet, a sound of metal collision suddenly sounded on the terrace. Several guards in yellow war robes separated the crowd with guns. A blood-stained officer with black faces took the opportunity to squeeze over, walked to Manuel, and bowed in a hurry.

"High Priest Manuel, you have found you." He gasped and roared loudly, "I brought bad news. The road down the mountain from the south was blocked by the enemy's cavalry! More than a hundred people who had just gone down the mountain died, and the rest were driven back..."

Hearing this shocking bad news, the priests and servants in the small square were all afraid and shivered. When Manuel saw it, he was even more angry: You bastards usually enjoy the best worship of believers, receive the magic of the sun god, and forcefully rob a few women and seduce a few noble ladies... But when he heard the sound of cannons, he shook like a rabbit----What's the use of God Yingti asking you waste?

"...But we still control a secret dock on Moon Lake. Please pack up your things quickly and get on the boat with us!"

This good news made the priests and servants feel relieved, and they scrambled to fight back on their luggage and prepare to flee. But it made the old man's blood surge and his energy surge, which was so exciting that he was about to be crazy.

"No, I won't leave, I will never leave! Even if I die, I will die in the Temple of Time!" Manuel stubbornly shook his head, "If you want to leave, go. The great sun god Yingti will never forgive the cowards who abandoned the holy land!"

Everyone was disappointed and whispered to complain that Manuel was not aware of the current affairs and wanted to drag everyone to do it. But what they said was very reasonable and difficult to do, and they did not dare to leave him before. Not everyone could bear the crime of abandoning the holy land. If they were not done properly, they would be pushed out by the upper class as a scapegoat, and even let the angry believers catch it as a sacrifice, dig out their hearts on the altar of the Black Stone to calm the anger of the Sun God... That was really more uncomfortable than death!

The black-faced officer who had just come down from the battlefield showed a very surprised expression: he has seen the faces of those charlatans a lot today. According to his long-term experience, the higher the weight of the guy, the more timid he is. He will hide from Tibet even if he has a little bit of trouble.

For example, the high priest Sumek, who was so powerful that even his Majesty, would kneel down to salute when he saw His Majesty. Half a day ago, he hurriedly applied oil to his feet. For the sake of his own safety on his way to escape, he even transferred most of the troops under the Gods subordinates away... At that time, the enemies who broke into the town were just over a hundred cavalrymen!

It is ridiculous to say that the brutal invaders are coming to the holy land, and the thousand-year-old temple is about to face a catastrophe. The worshipers stranded here are all preparing weapons and intending to fight to the death with the enemy. However, the sanctified charlatans rush to escape cleanly. I really don’t know if they have any sense of ownership, or whether they have taken the Sun God Yingti seriously in their hearts------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

However, this may not be a bad thing for His Majesty, the King of the Mountain who is committed to consolidating the royal power. At the very least, the bloody sacrifice of believers will inevitably form a strong contrast with the priests' leading escape. When the war silences, these old people who are in a state of tumultuous will have no face to act arrogantly. But... I didn't expect that there was a rare hard bone among these slip-on charlatans who can only say they can't do it!

"I admire your courage very much, respectfully His Excellency Manuel." His voice softened a little, and he was somewhat respectful. "But, please evacuate as soon as possible. Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, leave a useful body to serve the Sun God. We will defend the Temple of Time to the death!"

Manuel still shook his head and refused, "Since you don't plan to leave, then I, the servant of the Sun God, cannot leave. I have lived in my seventies and should have lived enough. At this time, I should use my life to repay God's grace..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a "boom" sound, and a loud noise came from the bottom of the mountain. Manuel and everyone present felt the hills under his feet shaking violently. A dazzling bright light made everyone unable to open their eyes. The earth-shaking explosion made people feel the sound of buzzing in his ears... Manuel could no longer stand steadily and fell to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the marble railing, causing his eyes to be exposed to Venus and almost lost consciousness.

When he regained his eyesight, he saw an extremely terrifying scene at first sight: the three warships that were originally anchored by the lake, two of them became living hells with fire, and from time to time, the scorched sailors jumped into the water, and the remaining one was simply gone at all, and only the smoke screen covering the lake showed its fate.

Then, the wooden boards, masts, burning canvas, charred human bodies, and batches of wreckage fell from the sky. A piece of scorched arm was blown to the top of the mountain by the heat waves caused by the explosion, hitting Manuel's feet, sizzling blue smoke, making the old man almost vomit.

The black-faced officer struggled to stand up, approached the railing, looked down, and looked at it, and suddenly looked sad: "...Oh, my God. The fleet is over, we have no way out... This damn big reptile!"

The big reptile? Manuel narrowed his blurred old eyes in confusion, and his mind was a little overwhelmed.

However, a sudden shrill sound made him understand the identity of the murderer in an instant.

The sound of hissing came from the sky, not very loud, but it had extremely powerful penetration. It overshadowed the crazy shouts of soldiers on both sides' eyes and the rumbling roar of gunfire, and enveloped the entire battlefield.

This sound once floated over the palace and castle, causing the supreme king to shiver in the throne; this sound once echoed between the cave and the canyon, causing the lustful adventurers to wail in despair; this sound once soared on the battlefield of corpses and blood, causing the half-life general to abandon his sword and sigh to the sky. This is the roar of the strongest creature on the ground. In the trembling memory of various intelligent lives, it has an awesome name------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A huge figure hovered over the Temple of Time. It flapped a pair of huge wings that seemed to be made of steel, covered with bright red scales. Each dragon scale was larger than the tower shield of heavy infantry soldiers. The scales were shining with colorful light, and it could be faintly felt that magical elements were flowing.

With a huge body, ferocious face, and terrifying minions, this giant dragon looks so terrifying. This is not the two-legged flying dragon similar to a big bat, nor is it the idiot green dragon cultivated with hormone feed and quick-growing magic, but a red dragon and an adult red dragon with a body length of nearly a hundred feet!

Moreover, this is an air killer who is wise and able to fight independently. Because, the dragon saddle and the dragon knight cannot be found on its back, only the elf green leaf flag tied on its tail can express its position. Of course, the real dragon clan, even without peerless cooperation, is still a terrifying existence that cannot be ignored. The moment before, its dragon breath turned the two brigged gunboats into burning torches, and detonated the ammunition depot of the third gunboat, turning it into dazzling fireworks.

Just as the warring parties were still stunned by its terrifying power, the giant beast seemed to have noticed the crowd gathered in the square on the top of the mountain. Then it squeezed out a series of low roars from its throat, put away its wings and swooped down, and rushed straight towards the Temple of Time!

Accompanied by the deafening roar, the red dragon released a murderous aura thousands of feet away. The air seemed to become as viscous as glue at this moment, and huge energy fluctuations rushed towards it like sea waves, which was simply suffocating.

This is Dragon Power, just like Dragon Breath, it is also a talented instinct of the dragon. People with weaker strength are easily scared to the ground and unable to move under this pressure. Many adventures that want to go to the dragon's stealing will even be scared to death by this kind of life.

At this moment, the red dragon released a powerful pressure, and the mountain suddenly became panic. Although they had not been directly scared to death, they were already pale and their legs were shaking. A few of the most courageous ones even lay on the ground. As for the warriors who could still shoot or shoot at it or strike back, they could not find any of them.

However, there is an exception. Seeing the dragon swooping towards him, the lame high priest smiled coldly, raised his cane, closed his eyes, and aimed at the terrible killing that was rapidly growing.

"Silly reptiles, how can the palace of the Sun God be blasphemed by you? Our great Sun God is our strong and safe barrier, a shelter worthy of our trust, and an invincible weapon! Use your life and soul to repent,

High Priest Manuel, who had never left the Mazca continent, actually pronounced a spell in the pure ancient Naseril language. With his chants and gestures, the dark cane gradually radiated a dazzling silver-white light. In an instant, even the sun was blocked by it, and everything in the world seemed to have turned into darkness.

With his cane as the center, the gorgeous magical aura spread out layer by layer like ripples. The ancient temples and statues trembled violently, and the invisible spiritual connections circling in the air, densely wrapped around, crisscrossing. Finally, it formed a perfect and huge six-pointed star array. The surging magic energy surging like a sea tide, making the magic array more dazzling than the sun.
Chapter completed!