"Put the golem!!!"

A magician wearing a black hooded robe and holding a magic wand with a dazzling light and a stern face said in a deep voice.

"Put the golem!!!"

The powerful magicians put mechanical golems on the battlefield one after another. The tall golems fell from the air, and their heavy bodies made the earth tremble. Their eyes then lit up and burst out with various colors of light, and they held magic weapons and joined the battle.

These mechanical golems also have corresponding levels, but they are generally more resistant to beating than knights. They have no pain, only fear and obedience, and are covered with hard metal, which are powerful tools for head-on war.

There are some powerful golems, and even loaded with small magic energy cannons.

[Destroyer] A golem of five meters high, wrapped in hard diamonds, holding a magic sword in his left hand, and rushed into the legion of evil gods as if he had entered a no-man's realm. From the back of its right hand, a hole popped up from it, and a laser-ray-like magic energy cannon was emitted.

The powerful power of the magic energy cannon is enough to severely damage a vampire wearing magic armor and level 5.

As the Golem Legion entered the war, the strength of both sides began to be evenly matched, and no one could do anything to each other. The battlefield turned into a meat grinder, and countless powerful extraordinary people fell one after another, turning into a pile of flesh and blood that still has certain vitality.

The Marquis of Kent led his Knights to fight the Evil Gods Legion to the death of Kent, while many civilians and nobles in Kent fled one after another.

Thanks to the obstruction of the four major knights, people were given time to escape. Some of these fleeing people went north, some went west, and some went south.

George 8, Old Ham and John were riding war horses calmly to the south. They were accompanied by George 8's housekeeper, servant, and carriage full of fine and soft materials.

George 8 accepted John's proposal and planned to go south to join Colin Russell, the former basic pharmacist, and now the Viscount of the Night.

"The Marquis may not be able to hold on." In the chaos, George 8 turned around and looked in the direction of Kent City, revealing a solemn look.

"The power of the evil god is too strong, and even if the Marquis wins, the city of Kent will turn into ruins. His control over the territory will drop to the extreme, and the Kent territory is just a microcosm of the empire."

Under such circumstances, John couldn't feel relaxed. The dimples on his handsome and charming face disappeared, and instead he was solemn.

"Hurry to Will City as soon as possible. Let's settle there first. If it really doesn't work, leave the empire and flee east." George 8 turned to the leader and looked ahead. Although he didn't want to leave Van Gogh, if he had no choice, there was nothing he could do about it.

At this moment, a girl suddenly appeared in front of them.

George 8, Old Ham and John stood together, with their hair almost standing up.

The girl is very weak. She is about sixteen or seventeen years old, has fair skin and tall figure, and has a pair of flat breasts that Van Gogh rarely sees.

She was wearing a Gothic black long skirt, a pair of black high-heeled leather shoes, and a black umbrella with lace in her hands.

Weak girls are everywhere. But it is currently a war period. A large number of noble ladies seem to be stray dogs and flee with their families. However, this girl is very calm.

She opened her scarlet eyes and looked into the direction of Kent City.

"Miss, there is war ahead. It is better to avoid it." George 8 waved his hand, let the servants behind him stop, then stepped forward and said to the girl kindly.

George 8's words attracted the girl's attention. She retracted her eyes to Kent City and raised her head slightly to look at George 8.

"Robbery." The young woman said ruthlessly without saying much, and said frankly.

George 8, John, and Old Ham all became serious. George 8 simply admitted his defeat and bowed respectfully, "How much do you need?"

"500 gold coins." The girl's color remained unchanged and she said crisply.

"Okay." George 8 nodded quickly, then rode his horse to the carriage behind and took a large black bag, and handed it to the girl respectfully.

The girl picked up the black bag and weighed it. Listening to the crisp sound of the gold coins colliding, her big eyes narrowed, and she was very happy.

"Let's go." Without any movement, the black bag disappeared from the girl's hand. She waved happily.

"Yes." George 8 responded respectfully, his tense body relaxed slightly, and then he waved his hand and led everyone to the south.

George 8 and others walked hundreds of steps away before cold sweat fell. George 8 wiped the sweat from his forehead and said tremblingly: "This person is definitely not normal."

"It's a dragon." Detective Knight John said in a nasty face.

"What????" George 8 widened his eyes. Although he judged that the other party was not easy to mess with based on his experienced life experience, he did not dare to imagine that it was a dragon.

"Ao!!!" At this moment, a loud dragon roar sounded, followed by a domineering voice and declaration soared into the sky.

"The wealth of this city is mine."

George 8's body stiffened and turned his head to look back with difficulty. A red dragon appeared. It was about seven or eight meters long and was slenderer than a male red dragon, but compared to other dragons, it was still terrifyingly strong.

The red dragon flapped its wings and rose, its thick dragon's mouth opened, its short throat snorted, and then it spit out the dragon's breath like high-temperature magma.

The hot dragon breath twisted the void and fell to Kent in a fan-shaped shape.

A red dragon is difficult to deal with. If the Marquis of Kent is in its heyday, it may not be impossible to do it. But at this moment, the Marquis of Kent and the Evil Gods Army fought fiercely, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

This huge dragon breath fell and immediately destroyed most of Kent City. The high temperature magma instantly caused the city to burn into a fire.

"Thundercloud!!!" A moment later, a large black cloud suddenly appeared above Kent City, followed by a thick lightning falling like a rainstorm.

Dragon Breath Was Scrubbing the Floor, a large-scale thunder element magic supplement, followed by hand-to-hand combat.

"Ao!!!"

Amid the even louder dragon roar, the red dragon's dragon's seemingly huge, thick benzene, was extremely agile. The next second it appeared above Kent City. A dive, without any technical content, rushed towards the surviving strong men on the ground.

This will be a massacre.
Chapter completed!