The gold medal was, of course, fake.
The token that symbolized the supreme authority of Golden King, in the tens of thousands of years of rule of Golden King, only a few dozen pieces were issued. For Golden King, who loved absolute centralization of power, putting the authority in the hands of others was simply perverse and intolerable. Therefore, in history, only a few golden tokens were known as rare treasures with great research value and collection value.
And any rare treasure, if it was known by a counterfeit grandmaster, there would only be one end. This gold medal had already been made when Wang Lu forged the Golden King's wine cup.
The appearance of the gold medal was restored through a large number of historical materials, while the voice and aura of the Golden King were gradually imitated by Wang Lu in several conversations with the Golden King. Although there were not too many similarities, it did have a bit of the unique charm of the Golden King.
Wang Lu raised the token high. Under the faint majesty that was vaguely similar to that of Golden King, the army of the military god Tannu collapsed on the spot. All of them knelt on the ground, and no one dared to get up.
The army of Golden King couldn't even recognize the token of their lord. This was undoubtedly a tragedy, but it was also an unavoidable tragedy, because for these puppets, the nature of obedience overwhelmed everything. If it was the real army of Golden King, they would never be fooled so easily. Unfortunately, after tens of thousands of years, the brave men who once followed Golden King were only the remains of the puppets, and these puppets had never seen their king since they were born.
For Wang Lu, this scene meant that his tactic was a great success, and the counterfeit skill had once again created a miracle.
Of course, the counterfeit thing was not glorious, but if the counterfeit could also play the role of the real thing, then whether it was real or fake was no longer important.
Wang Lu held the token high and no longer said a word. He just silently let these golden guards kneel down. This gold medal was, after all, a fake. It could only scare these puppets by surprise. But after a long time, no matter how stupid the puppets were, they would still be able to see the clues. Therefore, it was better to talk less. In any case, the historical Golden King was not known for being talkative.
Time slipped away bit by bit. Wang Lu quietly held the token. In front of him, the 400 scattered golden guards, 30 golden warlocks, and 8 golden commanders were quietly kneeling on the ground. Their foreheads were deeply buried in the soil, not daring to look directly at the light that belonged to the Golden King.
Only Tannu remained standing, quietly waiting for the time to pass. For this precise war machine, futile resistance was just a waste of time. He had asked the Golden Guardians to stand up several times, but he did not get any response, so he gave up trying.
In any case, the effects of the counterfeit wouldn't last for too long. As time passed, the puppets would eventually notice that something was amiss.
As expected, about four to six hours later, one of the commanders moved slightly and started to waver. For the loyal puppets, being able to kneel in front of the Golden King's token was a great gift. Under normal circumstances, even if they collapsed, they would not dare to move. But now, it was obvious that they began to doubt the authority of the gold medal.
The commander of the legion had a higher degree of wisdom. Soon, the second and third commanders began to waver. After a while, they simply stood up and glared at Wang Lu. Their eyes were like burning lava.
Forging the Golden King's token was undoubtedly a blasphemy, an unforgivable blasphemy!
"Roar!"
One of the commanders roared to the sky. The angry sound wave swept across, causing all the golden guards to tremble. They slowly stood up and raised their heads. Their eyes … became even more confused.
Seeing this scene, Wang Lu smiled, threw away the token, and then turned away. Behind him was a jungle of steel and rocks.
"Hahaha, welcome to my tower defense world."
Hundreds and thousands of defense towers of different shapes were intertwined into a complex maze. The dark and solid Bone Dragon Tower, the deep blue Green Dragon Tower, the manic and unruly Red Dragon Tower, the mysterious Black Dragon Tower, and the holy and radiant Holy Dragon Tower … At this moment, the crystallization of Bretton Dragon Clan's wisdom was undoubtedly revealed! Hundreds and thousands of Dragon Towers stood side by side, their imposing manner connected, as if it was really an ancient dragon's cave. Even if they were only looking at it from a distance, it made people feel suffocated.
This was a real land of death. Even if it was the golden guards under the command of the military god Tannu, if they dared to enter the jungle of the defense towers, they would still die. Perhaps before these defense towers were formed, they could disintegrate the opponent with a casual impact, but they had wasted too much time.
"God of War Tannu, don't just stand there, come and fight to the death. We only have five people, if you can rush over, you will win."
At this time, Wang Lu had walked into the encirclement of the defense towers and reunited with Aya and the others, while those hard workers had disappeared without a trace.
Previously, in order to speed up the work, Wang Lu had ordered them to burn their lives just like the painstaking writer whose deadline was tomorrow but had not written a single word. In one sentence, these amazingly efficient workers burst out with a heaven-defying speed. In just a few hours, they had built a jungle of steel and rocks in a blank space! When the jungle of the defense towers was finally built, the huge building materials in the mustard seed bag were exhausted, and even the mountain not far away was hollowed out. These hard workers finally reached the last moment of their lives, as if they had been burned out, they vanished in a puff of smoke. And the defense towers they left behind were like towering tombstones.
In this regard, after a moment of astonishment, a faint smile unexpectedly appeared on the face of the military god Tannu.
At this point, even if the military god Tannu's military tactics were twice as powerful, it was impossible for him to rush down the jungle of defense towers with his more than four hundred infantrymen. If the commanders were replaced, it would be more likely to be a super long-range artillery. But since the defeat had been decided, the outcome was not so important. Tannu was more concerned about the means by which Wang Lu won.
"Interesting." This was a heartfelt praise. He had seen too many scenes in his life, but the scene in front of him still made him feel fresh. Very interesting tactics, very interesting opponents. Strictly speaking, Wang Lu had an unfair advantage because he did not show any talent in strategy at all. However, Tannu had never been a person who was too obsessed with victory and defeat. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to survive as a guardian in the Golden King's Treasure House for tens of thousands of years.
"You win this round," Tannu said.
Wang Lu was surprised, "You just give up like that?"
Tannu said, "If I have a one percent chance of winning this battle, I will definitely fight it out. But since it's not even one percent, I really don't need to let these soldiers die in vain. In the endless years to come, only they can accompany me. "
Wang Lu nodded and said no more. After the military god Tannu admitted defeat, a dark door opened behind him.
"Go, I wish you good luck."
When Wang Lu and the others walked through the door and stepped on the shining stairs to the next level, the door slowly closed.
At this time, Wang Lu, who was walking at the front of the team, suddenly felt something. He looked back and saw the collapsed world through the gap of the door.
On the battlefield just now, the sky was broken, the earth was collapsing, and huge cracks opened up, like the mouth of a wild beast, tearing and swallowing the world little by little. The military god Tannu stood in the middle of the army, his posture like a pine tree, calmly welcoming the end of the world.
… Is this what the so-called endless years refer to? Wang Lu could not help but be stunned.
And Aya, who was behind Wang Lu, felt Wang Lu's gaze and also looked back. At this time, the door suddenly closed.
"What a pity, if there is another chance, I really want to have a fair fight with him." Aya said regretfully.
"Yes, what a pity." Wang Lu said softly.
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At the same time, in the depths of the King's Treasure House, Paul was shocked and angry, and the uneasiness in his heart had reached the limit.
"They passed, they actually passed! They have passed the third level! "
He saw the process of Wang Lu passing the level with his administrator authority. At first, he still held a glimmer of hope that Wang Lu would be defeated in front of the military god Tannu. After all, that was a really powerful opponent. If it weren't for Faceless, his road of trial would have ended here. And after Faceless, Tannu modified the rules and became even more difficult to defeat. With Paul's knowledge, he couldn't even think of a way to defeat him.
However, as Wang Lu broke through the difficulties again and again with miraculous means, Paul's heart gradually sank. Especially when Wang Lu took out the counterfeit gold medal and forced the golden guardians to kneel down, Paul was even more enraged and cursed!
Unfortunately, everything was useless. Wang Lu and the others had already walked on the Brilliant Staircase and would soon reach the fourth level.
And when Paul was full of irritation and even faintly frightened, a gentle and friendly voice said with a smile, "Rest assured, their footsteps stop here. In the fourth level, we will end everything."
Unfortunately, Faceless One's comfort could not warm people's hearts. And just at this time, a cold voice questioned.
"End everything? Just by relying on you waste?"
The one who questioned was a warrior in a blood-colored heavy armor. The warrior's hands were leaning on a serrated greatsword, and his whole body was covered with a gloomy and chilling smell of blood. He was the Supreme Inquisitor of Holy Light Religion, the one with the highest number of purified people in the church, Duke Ferdinand!
When Wang Lu and the others spent most of the day on the third level, the Supreme Inquisitor finally left them behind and returned to the Holy City alone as fast as he could. At this time, although he was extremely tired, his fighting spirit was still high. Especially when he witnessed Wang Lu break through the third level, which seriously threatened the position of Holy Light Religion in the King's Treasure House, he was filled with anger from the bottom of his heart.
"Heretics who dare to covet my church's holy place must be purified with the most severe punishment!"
Among the church's five legendary Saints, the most devout and the most powerful one was undoubtedly the Pope, followed by the Supreme Inquisitor. His fanaticism for the church was almost distorted. Fifty years ago, because his daughter fell in love with a heretic, he personally cut off his daughter's head and hung it at the front door of the inquisitor. As for that heretic, no one knew his whereabouts, and no one wanted to know. With such a deformed and strong belief, Ferdinand naturally loathed the mediocre and incompetent Paul. He always thought that Paul would slow down the church's pace of development, so it was best to cut him down and replace him with a smarter person. Unfortunately, he never got what he wanted.
As for Faceless One? A few years ago, he was very optimistic about this ruthless church's sharp knife. Although he didn't have much contact with him, Faceless One's brilliant record made him quite commendable. Unfortunately, after seeing him this time, Ferdinand's heart ignited with anger.
"Faceless One, do you want to join the fight in this shameful posture?"
In the eyes of the Supreme Inquisitor, Faceless One's weakness could not be hidden. Not long ago, he was seriously injured by the Knight King's sword strike, and now he has not fully recovered. This seriously injured avatar was not even as good as a beginner profession. Participating in the fight would only drag the others down.
However, in response to this, Faceless One just glanced at Ferdinand, completely unfazed by this Holy One who was above him. He lightly said, "It's none of your business, who do you think you are? Did I invite you? Did I invite you to express your opinion? "
"You!" Ferdinand flew into a rage. His serrated greatsword emitted a red light. He couldn't help but want to make his move.
"If you want to make your move, then go ahead. Kill my avatar, and then use your poor brain to think of tactics to intercept the Nine Regions people. If you succeed, all the credit will be yours. The sea of holy light will certainly favor you. I wish you good luck."
Faceless One's tone was sarcastic. He simply didn't put Ferdinand in his eyes!
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