Boom boom boom
As Granero was lost in thought, three extremely powerful forces suddenly rose from the Barcelona Barracks in the distance, surging towards the walls of Saint Petersburg like a primordial torrent.
In the distance, three imposing figures clad in red and blue tight-fitting armor appeared in the sky.
Three figures stood side by side, about four or five meters apart. The one in the middle was over 1.9 meters tall, with a thick beard, fair skin, and a slender build. He was surrounded by a blue aura and looked to be only in his thirties or forties. His aura was calm and deep, and his eyes were profound. He was clearly the leader of the three.
The man on the left was slightly stout, but extremely strong, with muscles bulging like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He also had a full beard like steel needles, a ferocious face, and demon-like emerald green eyes filled with violence.
The Demigod on the right was about 1.8 meters tall, and was also extremely strong. His black hair was very short and sparse, giving him a taciturn appearance. He had his head down and was obedient, but the aura he exuded was in no way inferior to his two companions.
That incredibly powerful aura just now emanated from these three people.
"Are the three Demigod- level powerhouses of their Barcelona Empire —Busquets, Alves, and Masiqielanuo —Barcelona finally about to unleash their strongest power?"
Granero's heart tightened.
He turned to look around, and under the impact of these three overwhelming and powerful auras, the Zenit Star-Rank Warrior on the city wall were already pale, their fear barely concealed.
The role played by Extreme Dao experts in war is absolutely indescribable.
Granero heard that Chambord City had once deployed Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint Void Sword Formation in the Byzantium harbor, nearly annihilating a vanguard naval force of Barcelona. That imprint, left only half a year prior, was enough to destroy an entire legion; this demonstrated the terrifying power of Extreme Dao expert—even a small thought could withstand a million soldiers.
Of course, this does not mean that ordinary troops are of no benefit to the war effort.
That day, the people of Barcelona were too careless. If their commander had been slightly more capable, or if there had been Extreme Dao expert in the army, they could have detected the existence of the Fist Intent Spiritual Imprint Void Sword Formation in advance and broken it or bypassed it. The real tasks of siege warfare, land occupation, suppressing civilian rebellions, and various other trivial matters of war need to be handled by ordinary troops.
boom
Busquets, the Demigod- level powerhouse from Barcelona who was positioned in the center, raised his hand, and a stream of pale blue light shot out, slamming into the magical light barrier protecting Saint Petersburg.
A violent tremor followed.
Granero and everyone else felt the entire city wall tremble.
Everyone's hearts were pounding.
No one knows how long this pale yellow magic shield, modified by the magicians of Chambord City, can withstand the bombardment of three Demigod- level powerhouses. Moreover, every minute the shield is open consumes a large amount of magic reserves. Even if it is strong enough, the magic stones will eventually run out. When that happens, Saint Petersburg, without the protection of the shield, will be like a weak woman stripped naked, left to be bullied at will by the people of Barcelona.
"Counterattack"
A dense, piercing alarm sounded from the city wall.
Under the officers' stern shouts, the soldiers focused their attention and manipulated the giant crossbow bolts, each imbued with Sub-Divine Runes from Chambord City, to pierce the sky and rain down on the Barcelona Demigod- level powerhouse in the heavens.
However, the crossbow bolts that were powerful enough to kill Peak Half Moon Class expert in one shot were like toothpicks piercing a dragon in front of these three figures. They couldn't even get within a hundred meters of the figures, and they all vanished into the sky as smoke.
Boom boom boom
The tall, thin, fair-skinned Barcelona Busquets in the center of the three continuously unleashed streaks of azure light, striking different parts of the magic shield. The entire massive, pale yellow shield trembled violently, rippling with a heart-stopping sensation.
"Damn it, he's looking for a weakness in the defensive array..." Granero suddenly realized his opponent's intention.
Once the pale-faced Barcelona Demigod of this manuscript finds the weakness of the magic circle, they can combine the power of three powerful demigods to shatter the protective shield in the shortest time. At that time, Saint Petersburg will be doomed.
"What should I do, damn it, what should I do?" Granero suddenly became anxious.
Just then, the anomaly the Zenit people had been waiting for finally occurred.
Three equally powerful auras rose from the city of Saint Petersburg, three streaks of light flashing across the city walls and appearing in the sky above the magical shield, facing off against the three Demigod of Barcelona from afar. They released extremely powerful auras, like three insurmountable city walls, protecting Saint Petersburg from behind.
"It is His Majesty Yassin."
Mr. Hasselbaink
Frank Lampard, the Golden Lion of Chambord City
The Zenit soldiers on the city wall roared with excitement.
The Extreme Dao expert on our side has finally appeared.
Many hearts that had been pounding wildly and were completely disoriented suddenly found their anchor, calming down in that instant. Courage returned to the soldiers, and their bewildered eyes became resolute.
Granero's face also lit up with joy.
Emperor Yassin was an invincible symbol in Zenit, and the two powerful figures from Chambord City, thanks to Alexander the Guardian Martial Saint, instilled boundless confidence in everyone. However...
Granero still harbored some concerns, after all, Lampard the Golden Lion was not yet a Extreme Dao expert, and although it was a three-on-three situation, Zenit's side was actually somewhat inferior.
In the distance, after Emperor Yassin and his two companions appeared, they didn't say anything more and attacked with lightning speed.
They are already in a life-or-death hostile state, and any dialogue is superfluous.
The battle began instantly.
Granero, his heart pounding with tension as he stared intently at the battlefield in the sky, was nearly made to pop his eyes out of their sockets by what he saw next—
Surprisingly, the weakest of the three, Frank Lampard the Golden Lion, was the first to make a move.
With a wave of his hand, the Golden Lion unleashed two pale silver flames that transformed into two spheres of light, instantly imprisoning the two Barcelona Demigod- level powerhouses on either side.
"How... how is it possible that those two silver beams simultaneously struck two Demigod? What on earth were they?"
Granero was stunned.
First update.
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