The higher-ups of the empire were stunned. They sat in the viewing area with their eyes wide open, unable to believe the scene in front of them.
Brother Niao and Dong Li in the live broadcast room were stunned. Even Brother Niao, who was usually very active, had his mouth wide open and couldn't say a word. Dong Li kept pushing his glasses.
All the people watching the battle on the Internet were dumbfounded.
The people on the Ancestral Dragon's side were shocked, while the people on the Protoss's side were in despair.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Could this battle be fought like this?
Who could tell us where the limits of the Rune Dragon Battle Team's youngsters were?
Who could accurately analyze what realm Shirō Makino was in?
If he were to participate in the God-tier battle, would he be able to overturn all those Quasi-Emperors?
Was he still human?
The four youngsters stood in the void. Other than Xiao Bai occasionally throwing a Flight Talisman on himself to hide that he really wasn't a Great Grandmaster, the other three were floating in the sky and eating melons.
"I can't see clearly!" Si Yin complained.
"Their array is set up too well. It's hard to see the situation inside from the outside. Let's wait." Wen Jun took a bite of the melon and said vaguely. Then he smacked his lips and said, "So sweet!"
"That's right. I specially picked it. I'm very good at picking melons!" Si Yin's eyes curved.
Lin Zijin was a little conflicted. She could feel that her broadsword was very lonely.
She was also a little lonely.
In the array.
The four God-tier Protoss youngsters all felt like vomiting blood.
But they didn't have the energy to vomit.
Because they had to risk their lives to block those terrifying waves of attacks.
Trapped in a cocoon?
Playing with fire?
Asking for it?
Self-immolation?
Although the unlucky experience of this group of unlucky people couldn't be seen from the outside, the smart and farsighted Ancestral Dragon Human Race had given them all kinds of comfort.
Yes, they were all very considerate.
"If this goes on, we will die!" A young Protoss was covered in blood. He shouted, "We must think of a way to get out of here!"
"Once this formation is activated, it can't be stopped or reversed. How are we supposed to get out?" Another young Protoss roared, "How did that human activate our formation?"
The others all fell silent.
How did you activate it?
It was activated just like that!
Now that he knew how to activate it, what was the point?
They did not want to know how the formation was activated. They only wanted to know how to survive!
Originally, they had planned to wait for the enemy to pounce on them before activating the formation. Then, they would be able to retreat calmly.
Just like the few onlookers outside, they were watching the show in peace!
Unfortunately, the roles were reversed.
They were trapped and died inside.
The greatest characteristic of this sure-kill formation was that its attack power was extremely strong!
Moreover, it was unavoidable.
Half an hour later, the first Protoss finally couldn't hold on any longer and was beheaded.
The remaining three young Protoss roared in unison, "Surrender!"
However, they did not receive any response.
One of the Protoss suddenly thought of something and cried, "In order to prevent those humans from surrendering, I completely muffled the sound inside the formation. To achieve this effect, I even asked the Vassals for help …"
Before he could finish, a sword pierced through his back and out his chest.
The Protoss lowered his head to look at the sword in his chest. His eyes were filled with shock.
At this moment, he heard the person behind him roar, "I told you to muffle the sound, I told you to muffle the sound!"
The sword was pulled out, then stabbed in again, pulled out again, stabbed in again … In the blink of an eye, the person's body was riddled with holes. It looked like he was going to die soon.
The one who stabbed with the sword was finally engulfed by the surging energy inside the formation.
Until his death, his eyes were filled with endless hatred.
If the sound wasn't muffled, at least … they could still be saved.
The remaining young Protoss, whose strength was infinitely close to high-tier god-level, roared angrily at the sky. Then, he activated the artifact that could save his life.
This young Protoss was a Son of God!
His name was Miao!
His father, Wan Miao, was ranked 15th among the Protoss Emperor-level Vassal King!
Wang Miao had given him an artifact before. At that time, he had warned him that this artifact could only be used once. There was a terrifying Emperor-level power sealed inside. In the most critical moment, it could save his life.
He treated this artifact like a treasure. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not take it out.
Because after using it, there would be endless repercussions.
But now, he was at the end of his rope. He had no other choice.
If he did not use this artifact, he would die for sure.
God Miao roared angrily and activated the artifact. At this moment, a terrifying aura surged from the formation into the sky!
This aura almost instantly smashed the spell formation into pieces, completely collapsing it!
Miao was stunned.
The four onlookers outside were also dumbfounded.
Everyone who was watching the battle had a dull look on their faces!
What happened?
"It's time." Wen Jun took the last bite of his melon. He swung the sword in his hand and stabbed at God Miao who had destroyed the formation.
Miao's eyes were filled with endless regret.
If he had known that using this artifact could destroy the entire formation, he would have used it long ago!
His father, the 15th Protoss Vassal King Wan Miao, had only told him that this artifact could save his life in a life-and-death situation. He had never told him about its specific effects!
While he was in a daze, Wen Jun's sword had already stabbed at him!
Miao roared angrily and waved his hand!
Boom!
An unimaginably terrifying energy blasted towards Wen Jun.
Weng!
On Wen Jun's body, the defensive talisman activated instantly lit up.
But his entire body was sent flying.
Pa!
A control talisman smashed onto God Miao's face.
God Miao's body froze for a moment.
Lin Zijin swung her saber at him in that moment of paralysis.
Si Yin swung her hammer and smashed it onto God Miao's head.
So what if he had Emperor-level power?
He was still dizzy from Si Yin's hammer strike.
His body was also slashed by Lin Zijin's blade, and fresh blood flowed.
But under the protection of this Emperor-level power, he did not die!
In fact, the injury was not even considered fatal!
Pa pa pa!
A few control talismans exploded on his face in succession!
Each control talisman could only last for a moment, but it could not last much longer!
This young Protoss who temporarily possessed Emperor-level power was actually forcefully controlled by Shirō Makino's large number of control talismans.
Clang clang clang!
Si Yin had finally fulfilled her wish of whacking a mole!
This sudden scene caused everyone to be shocked to the extreme.
Talismans flew out of Shirō Makino's body. Slow Talismans, Aging Talismans, Poison Talismans … all sorts of talismans that he had cultivated to the highest quality shot towards God Miao like rain.
But under the support of Emperor-level power, this young man's defense had also become extremely terrifying!
Even though he was riddled with wounds from Lin Zijin and Wen Jun's attacks, even though he was dizzy from Si Yin's attacks, he still stood in the air, tenaciously holding on.
His eyes emitted endless divine light. He was trying his best to maintain this terrifying Emperor-level power, and constantly familiarize himself with this power. After all, it was not his, and he needed time to familiarize himself with it.
But if he could completely control it, then these four people in front of him … would be instantly torn to pieces by him!
Emperor-level power … was not something that this group of people could contend against!
"This won't do!" Wen Jun, who was constantly stabbing at the young Protoss, said in a low voice.
Shirō Makino said in a low voice, "Close your eyes!"
The remaining three people did not know what was going on, but they immediately closed their eyes.
At their level, even if they closed their eyes, they could still use their divine sense to sense the outside world.
After Shirō Makino finished speaking, a Flash Talisman exploded!
Heaven and earth suddenly lit up in a bright white.
Not to mention the cameras, even someone like Wen Jun, who was already an Emperor-level powerhouse, had no way of knowing what was happening inside the formation.
The moment the Flash Talisman was activated, heaven and earth lit up, and divine sense could not enter!
Smack!
A Spirit Alarm Talisman slapped on the young Protoss's body.
The young Protoss had Emperor-level power, but in the face of this ancient Spirit Alarm Talisman, he was powerless.
His spiritual body was instantly knocked out of his body.
The Emperor-level power that did not belong to him could not withstand the terrifying attack of the Spirit Alarm Talisman!
No one knew what this Emperor-level prince's son was feeling at this moment.
The Talisman Artist's Grimoire flew out from Shirō Makino's space ring, and directly absorbed this spiritual body.
When the bright white light of the Flash Talisman finally disappeared, the young Protoss … was only left with a body, staring blankly at the void.
The huge Emperor-level power on his body still did not dissipate!
Heaven and earth were silent.
The entire Zulong Empire became quiet at this moment.
The next moment.
The entire Ancestral Dragon completely exploded!
Victory!
Once again, the Rune Dragon Battle Team won this semi-final!
One hundred and fifty years of peace, just one more match!
Countless people cried, countless people laughed, countless people cheered to the sky!
On the spectator stand, Emperor Li Ying stood up abruptly and waved his fist.
At this moment, no one asked him to maintain his etiquette.
Because the others were even crazier than him.
Blue veins popped on Regent Li Yu's forehead as he roared, "Well done!"
No one knew that when the young Protoss broke the formation and rushed out, he almost couldn't help but personally save those few youths.
Emperor-level power!
The young Protoss actually had Emperor-level power!
This was cheating, but it was an open and aboveboard cheating!
If you're so capable, why don't you humans play like this too?
Don't think that sealing Emperor-level power in an artifact would make it easy for a God-level to use it.
Even many Emperor-level powers didn't have this method!
Who would have thought that the four youths could still fight back so beautifully against the young Protoss who had activated Emperor-level power?
Those who understood would naturally understand.
Those who didn't need to understand too.
They only needed to know that Rune Dragon, the only remaining seedling in the human camp, had won and entered the finals … that was enough!
Cheers shook the heavens.
This wasn't an adjective.
On the Protoss camp, the fifteenth-ranked Duke Wanmiao stood up absentmindedly. The moment he saw his son die, his body couldn't help but sway.
Then, an indescribably terrifying aura emanated from his body.
His son was dead, and he wanted everyone to die with him!
But at this moment, on the Purple Cloud side, there was also a similarly powerful aura that shot into the sky!
Even ordinary God-levels couldn't sense this kind of aura.
Only those who had reached the Quasi-emperor level would be able to sense it and be scared out of their wits!
Was there going to be an Emperor-level battle in the Purple Cloud?
Once an Emperor-level battle broke out, this planet wouldn't be able to withstand it!
"Duke Wanmiao, calm down … calm down! You can't start a battle now! "
"Duke Wanmiao, my condolences. If you act now, all your previous efforts will be wasted!"
Duke Wanmiao roared with grief and indignation. "If you didn't insist on using such methods, how could my son die? How could he die? How could he die? "
Terrifying roars reverberated within the God Race's camp.
Countless people turned pale.
However, the other vassal kings who had descended were calm.
The first-ranked Yougu Feudal Lord glanced at Wan Miao and said solemnly, "I can understand the pain of losing your son, but … Wan Miao, your son wasn't the only one who died."
The second-ranked vassal king, Scarlet Fire, nodded. "Don't be rash, Wan Miao. The humans have Thearchs, and there are more of them than we imagined!"
The third-ranked Vassal King Lan Bing said, "Once we start fighting, we won't be able to gain anything unless all the Kings descend."
The top three vassal kings who were presiding over the tournament spoke at the same time.
It could be seen how serious this matter was.
The eyes of the thirteenth vassal king flickered. He wanted to say something but hesitated.
His son had also been killed by Shirō Makino, so he could understand Wan Miao's grief and indignation.
Wan Miao narrowed his eyes, a fire burning within them as he gritted his teeth. "Shirō Makino …"
Fu Long Battle Team had entered the finals!
As for the other semi-final match, apart from professional human analysts, not many people paid attention to it.
Everyone only knew that they were just one step away from the final victory!
Even though they knew in their hearts that at this time, they should continue to maintain their calm and composure, and not be too happy.
But they couldn't control it!
Calm … f * ck them!
We've won!
The Eighteen Stars of the Ancestral Dragon, as well as all the resource stars, and even the exiled criminals, at this moment, everyone felt the same!
The thoughts of the Ancestral Dragon People had never been so unified before!
On the battlefield, Shirō Makino calmly took away Shen Zimiao's space ring and took off his protective armor.
It was this armor that Lin Zijin and Wen Jun's frenzied attacks just now had not hurt him.
It was obvious that it was a good item.
With a thrifty attitude, he took it away as well.
When the Protoss Quasi-emperor came in to collect the corpses, he looked at Shirō Makino and the others with a gaze filled with bone-deep hatred.
"Don't look at us like that. Be careful that we misunderstand your intentions, and accidentally attack you," Wen Jun said calmly.
The Protoss Quasi-emperor's gaze turned cold, then he said in a low voice, "I am the referee in charge of maintaining order, are you going to attack me?"
"You're a referee with a crooked butt, be careful walking at night," Lin Zijin said from the side.
"You …" The Protoss Quasi-emperor exuded a dangerous aura.
"Everyone calm down, it's not worth it for someone who doesn't even dare to participate in the god-class battle." Shirō Makino advised very kindly.
"That's true." Lin Zijin nodded. "Brother is right!"
"That makes sense, what's there to say to a coward?" Wen Jun nodded.
"He looks a little poor …" Si Yin muttered softly.
This scene was also captured by a large number of cameras, and was transmitted to countless Ancestral Dragon People who were celebrating.
Those who saw it did not know whether to laugh or cry, but a strong sense of pride rose in their chests!
We humans also have top-notch geniuses who are not afraid of you Protoss!
The Protoss Quasi-emperor seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly laughed coldly. "You killed the fifteenth Vassal King's son, God Miao. Prepare to die!"
Shirō Makino stopped in his tracks, and looked at the soulless body of God Miao in the Protoss Quasi-emperor's arms. "He's the Vassal King's son? A God's son? "
"I am!" God Miao, who had been kept into the Talisman Artist's Encyclopedia, did not understand what was happening, and roared madly.
Shirō Makino quietly and completely sealed the Talisman Artist's Encyclopedia.
The Protoss Quasi-emperor looked coldly at Shirō Makino. "Are you afraid?"
Shirō Makino shook his head seriously. "I'm not afraid. Go back and tell your Vassal King that if he wants revenge, I will give him a chance after the battle is over!"
"Who do you think you are? If you want to die, I will fulfill your wish! "The Protoss Quasi-emperor said, and quickly left with God Miao's body.
These young people were all crazy. They even dared to provoke the Vassal King, what else would they not do?
If he did not leave, they might really attack him.
After Shirō Makino and the others came out, they were treated like heroes.
The Emperor stood at the front, the Prince Regent stood a step behind Li Ying, and the rest of the big shots of the Zulong Empire stood behind them!
When Shirō Makino and the others walked out of the enchantment and appeared in front of them, the big shots of the Zulong Empire all looked at them as if they were looking at rare treasures!
"Welcome back, Master Bai!"
"Marquis Bai, you've worked hard!"
"Xiao Bai, you've all done well!"
"Ask-Jun's swordsmanship is the best in the world …"
"Zijin's swordsmanship is rare …"
"Si Yin, you're so cute, hahahaha!"
Si Yin: Can you not be so perfunctory? I'm already an adult, can you use a different term to describe me? I'm not cute! You don't even give me a melon, you only know how to talk glibly! Hmph!
Over at the Protoss camp, they were intensely researching and analyzing the cause of God Miao's death.
After the fifteenth Vassal King Wan Miao had calmed down, the first thing he wanted to do was figure out what had happened and how his son had died in battle!
"God Miao had already activated the life-saving magical artifact that you had given him …" Yougu said calmly, looking at Wan Miao. "You should have told him the correct use of that magical artifact. Not only did Wan Miao not die, but the others … might have also survived. We might even have eliminated the Rune Dragon Battle Team in this battle!"
Faced with Yougu's accusation, Wan Miao did not choose to defend himself. He said with a pained expression, "I didn't expect the battle to be so tragic."
Yougu nodded. "I didn't expect it either. Faced with Shirō Makino's realm, we were all wrong!"
Everyone in the room turned to look at him.
You Gu said slowly, "He is not a young Great Grandmaster-level talisman master. He is a Great Grandmaster-level talisman master. Moreover, he is a peak Great Grandmaster-level talisman master! He's just one step away from becoming a God! "
"What?"
"That's impossible, right?"
"Since ancient times, no human has ever become a Great Grandmaster in their early twenties, let alone a Great Grandmaster … This is ridiculous!"
"King Yougu, how did you come to this conclusion?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the group of Vassal Kings in the room, including the group of young Protoss Divine Sons, were all shocked to the extreme.
The Protoss Quasi-Emperor who had collected God Miao's corpse could not help but shiver. He muttered to himself, "Great Grandmaster … Peak Great Grandmaster … A peak Great Grandmaster who can step into the God Realm at any time? No wonder … he would say such arrogant words. It's not arrogance, it's self-confidence. "
A Peak Realm Talisman Great Grandmaster was really not the slightest bit inferior to him, a Quasi-emperor.
Moreover, there was still some time before the great battle royale. What if he stepped into the God domain during this period of time?
As he listened to the disbelieving voices of the group around him, the Protoss Quasi-Emperor instantly thought of more things.
A Talisman Grandmaster in his early twenties was already impossible, and a Great Grandmaster was definitely impossible!
But he was already one!
Combined with his continuous observation of Shirō Makino these past few days, he did not doubt King Yougu's conjecture at all.
So many impossibilities had become possibilities for Shirō Makino.
In that case, was it really … impossible for him to step into the God Realm in his early twenties and have the ability to fight against Emperor-Level Vassal Kings?
He suddenly felt cold.
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