At four o 'clock in the morning, thick black clouds shrouded the entire City of Atlanta, blocking all the stars.
"It's another super large-scale divine battle. It's going to be never-ending —"
In a bunker to the south of Castle Wildenstein, Wildenstein's 22nd Armored Regiment commander Steward Wildenstein looked into the distance with night-vision binoculars while smoking. "This year, there have been no less than 20 legendary battles in the City of Atlanta, right? Including the Van Drick Family.
"If you include them, there are at least 30 times!"
Beside him, his chief of staff, Darryl Weir, shrugged. "I don't find it strange. Anyone who rose to this level in just a year like your family would only face more conflicts and wars. This is a supreme family that can directly confront the National Progress Association! As far as I know, many people in your family are now excited as if they are on steroids. You know Rashia, right? He's the commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 27th Regiment. He's your kin. I saw him in the tavern yesterday. This guy is right in front of us. He has a tattoo of André Wildenstein on his arm. Then, while drinking, he clamored that Little Wildenstein is destined to be the new king of the Hohenstaufen Dynasty, and that it is our honor to die for him. "
"There are a bunch of people in the family who are all muddle-headed."
Steward sneered. His voice was mixed with sorrow and sarcasm. "What restore the glory of the Hohenstaufen Family — what era is it now? Who knows how many years has it been since the Hohenstaufen Dynasty was destroyed? There are at least eight branches that have been passed down. The new king of the Hohenstaufen Dynasty? Does it mean that even the Holy Roman Empire will be restored in the territory of America? A bunch of idiots whose brains are fried by the theory of bloodlines and the so-called glory of their ancestors! "
"But sir, you look excited too. Very — "
Darryl Will squinted at Steward suspiciously. He found that the latter's face was flushed, and he was obviously in a state of extreme excitement.
But when a normal person was faced with a war that could cause massive casualties, even if they didn't feel fear, they would feel heavy, right? Especially when they knew that the other side wanted to exhaust them, the low-level combatants.
"How should I describe it? You look like you're about to burst into flames. "
"Of course I'm excited! You have enough reasons to do so! "
Steward raised his chin and looked at the area in front of the bunker that was being swept back and forth by the searchlights with his scarlet eyes. "Darryl, you're not a member of the Wildenstein family, so you won't understand."
"Experience what?" Darryl Weir's eyes flashed with confusion. He was even more confused now.
"Experience the feeling of your blood boiling! Just half a month ago, the bloodline in my body awakened — "
With a wave of his hand, an icy blue mist condensed in his hand. It then turned into a tiny ice ray and bombarded the wall next to him, causing the wall, which was 20 square meters in size, to freeze.
It was a crude spell, but Darryl's pupils contracted slightly. "A Dragon Disciple Warlock? You've awakened the Dragon Disciple? "
He knew that this friend of his was extremely talented in the path of a warrior. That was why he was already a level-12 extraordinaire before the age of 30. But in the aspect of the bloodline that the Wildenstein family was most proud of, Steward Wildenstein had never been able to effectively develop it.
"Level-3 Dragon Disciple! He awakened it just half a month ago, and he was at my age. In fact, in the past half a month, at least 1,200 members of the Wildenstein family have become Bloodline Warlocks. Not a single one was left out! And without exception, all of them were Silent Demon Dragon Patrick's Blue Dragon bloodline or Titan Warriors. Some of them were Level-9 Bloodline Warlocks as soon as they awakened! My daughter is one of them. She's only seven years old now. This is incredible! Do you know what this means, Darryl? "
Steward Wildenstein's lips curled up slightly, and he gave a somewhat neurotic smile. "It's the Bloodline Retrogression! There's a member of the Wildenstein family who strengthened his Blue Dragon and Titan bloodlines to the point that even distant clansmen like me can awaken the bloodline. You can guess who this person is, right? "
"The vice president, right?"
Darryl Weir said thoughtfully, "Only this person and Chairman Conxiuli have the Titan and Blue Dragon bloodlines at the same time. But I guess it can't be the chairman. "
In Atlanta, this was already well-known information.
"So I understand Rashia very well. Under such circumstances, how could he not be grateful to the vice president? He's almost 30 years old, and he still hasn't become an extraordinaire. Over the past decade, he's taken a lot of medicine to stimulate his potential, and even his lifespan is running out. But not long ago, he met the vice president, and his body almost completely recovered. Then, he crossed the threshold of level-11. "
Steward Wildenstein said as he put away the ice mist in his hand. "Some people speculate that Mr. Wildenstein Jr. has already mastered the Life and Death Domain, so he can directly heal people's internal injuries and force the Blood Clan to surrender. I'm not too sure."
"Force the Blood Clan to surrender?" It was the first time Darryl Weir had heard of this.
"You don't know?"
Steward Wildenstein looked at him. "Many troops of the Blood Clan have joined these two days, including Ruimore and Turuiduo. They can't have taken the initiative to surrender because they think our vice president is optimistic, right?"
He did not continue this topic. "In short, even those in our family's Elder Council, those who think they are calm and prudent, have now gone crazy. They took out all their cash a few days ago just to hire more mercenaries and more Legendary powerhouses to participate in the war. "
"At this time, I also have to support the vice president no matter what. I've never been interested in the glory of the Hohenstaufen family. But I believe that the Wildenstein family will definitely become the masters of America. As long as we survive this time, all the forces and families on this continent must bow their proud heads in front of us! "
Darryl Weir shuddered at the fanaticism in Steward's words, but he could understand his colleague's state.
He thought to himself that if he were in Steward's place, he would probably be even more excited than Steward!
…
At the same time, the Purple Gem Building in the north of the city was also brightly lit. Many important members of the Fandrick family, as well as some visitors from the city, were gathered here.
On the spacious viewing platform, everyone was standing by the window, including Heinze Van Drick. Although the position where he stood had an excellent view, there was no one within ten meters of him except for a tall and thin man.
"Whether the Wildenstein family can become the pole of the Federation of America depends on today's battle. If they can survive, then no one on the east and south coasts of America will dare to resist their will. But if they fail, then — "
"They are still members of the supreme family! They just need more time to accumulate their foundation. "
The one who interrupted Heinze's words was the tall, thin man. His name was Alec Van Pieter. In Atlanta, the Van Pieter family had been on par with the Howard family. In terms of influence and financial resources, they had been second only to Fandrick and Wildenstein.
The position of this Mr. Alec Van Pieter was on a par with that of Alexandra Howard.
"Unless they can kill Andre and the sniper, and take the Sky Scepter for themselves. But the possibility of that is very small. That's why I'm standing here today, Heinze! "
It should be noted that not long ago, the Van Peter and Fandrick families had been fighting openly and covertly over the fate of Longwei. They had even formed a blood feud. However, the recent annihilation of the Howard family and the fall of Philip the First had made Alec Van Pit feel a bone-piercing chill. It was so cold that he had personally rushed to the Amethyst Building today in an attempt to obtain warmth from his former enemy.
"It's just as you said, Mr. Alec."
Heinze smoked his cigar with an unfathomable expression. "So I'm also very curious about your intentions. If you want to reach some kind of agreement with the Fandrick family about the future situation, I'd welcome it. But if you want to do something, then — "
"The National Association of Progressives looked for you, right?"
Alec Van Peter interrupted him. "So I want to ask for your opinion. Don't misunderstand! Of course, I can't do anything at this time, unless they have already achieved enough results in their operation against the Wildenstein family to change the situation. Just wanted to see what you thought about another one of their offers. So what do you think, Heinze? It's impossible to restrict the Wildenstein family after the war with just the power of one family. "
"They did contact me, but I'm still thinking about it."
Heinze hesitated for a moment, but still decided to show a certain amount of sincerity in front of this future ally.
"At this time, it's obviously unwise for us to make a move against the Wildenstein family in the city of Atlanta. But their latter proposal does have a certain degree of feasibility. Regardless of the outcome of this war, the National Association of Progressives needs to seek to balance the expansion of the Wildenstein family's power. In Atlanta, there are no more suitable candidates than our two families. They still have sincerity. It's just — "
"It's just that we still have to see the direction of this war, right?"
Alec Van Peter's eyes relaxed, and he didn't continue to press. "I think this should be what the Easterners say, 'great minds think alike.' I think so too. Then, let's see how far the kings of the City of Atlanta and the state of Georgia can go under the all-out attack of the National Association of Progressives. "
At this time, a phone rang on the spacious viewing platform. The ringtone came from a black-clothed guard standing 20 meters behind Heinze Van Drick. After the guard picked up the phone, he reported to Heinze with a solemn expression, "Chairman, it's a call from Manhattan. The two sides have already started fighting around Anthony's villa, Jade City. And it's a god-level battle from the start. "
This sentence made everyone present feel refreshed, and they all looked toward the east of the city with anticipation.
Heinze Van Drick took another puff of his cigar. "Let them keep an eye on the war situation, especially Andre Lee Wildenstein! If they can't restrict the sniper of the Wildenstein family, then they won't be able to fight this war in the City of Atlanta. "
…
In Manhattan, Anthony's Jade City villa, the area within ten kilometers around it had been forcibly separated from the main material world by the Manhattan Magic Tower Committee and entered the state of a demiplane.
And just as Anthony Braden began to try to break the curse seal that Thomas Milan had imposed on his soul, a great battle began to break out at the outer edge of this demiplane.
The first to fight was Odyssey Van Drow under Li Mochen, and the opponent of this King Van Drow was the follower god of the Goddess of Magic, Lady Isadora Max, the Goddess of Astrology.
She was a low god who became a god with the power of faith two hundred years ago. Because she had just mastered the Theocracy of Magic Astrology, she was taken under the banner of the Goddess of Magic.
Magic Astrology was undoubtedly very powerful, so powerful that it could interfere and even block Li Mochen's use of the power of stars. It could also greatly strengthen Isadora Max's Astrology spell.
However, this Theocracy was also very difficult to improve. Isadora Max's Theocracy level was still at the elementary level. She didn't even have the power to create a divine kingdom. So far, she had stayed in the mortal world. And the battle between her and Odyssey Van Drow was rapid and exciting.
The former's spells were endless, and Isadora Max was able to cast those powerful Star Spells freely as if they were at her fingertips. However, her sixteen-story magic tower could not enter this demiplane. Under the deterrence of the sixteen Magic Annihilation Cannons and the many magic towers in the sky, the enemy's magic towers could only temporarily stop outside the demiplane to avoid the bombardment of the "Emerald City."
Odyssey Van Drow, on the other hand, kept trying to get closer and keep attacking. His body was split and closed, and his blood-colored origin power was invincible. He could easily destroy those star spells one by one.
If it wasn't for the fact that his enemy had mastered the extremely advanced Star Leap technique, Odyssey Van Zhuo would have already killed Isadora Max with his sword.
But what kind of person was Li Mochen? With his rich experience and accumulation of cultivation, he could tell at a glance that the two of them were slacking off. The seemingly exciting battle was actually more of a performance.
Isadora Max, who could fight head-on with a mage, was indeed not going all out, and the same was true for the Van Drow King.
There was another Van Drow, Schroeder Van Drow, who took the same approach. The opponent he chose was also under the command of the Goddess of Magic. That should be a Cardinal under the Goddess of Magic, a near-god-level combat power. At this time, he was using various divine spells granted by the Goddess of Magic to suppress the Vampire Prince, Schroeder Van Drow.
The latter had the intermediate Theocracy of Water, and his combat power was extremely strong. But the Cardinal also used the gift of the Goddess to wantonly modify and distort magic, creating incredible power. That was one of the powerful divine rights of the Goddess of Magic, "Magic Shaping."
"Two cunning guys!"
Li Mochen looked at the two of them with the scope and could not help but laugh.
But he did not reprimand or force the two Van Drow Kings to go all out. He just secretly made a note of it in his heart.
The Van Drow Clan had undoubtedly reached a tacit understanding with the Church of the Goddess of Magic before the battle started. As a force that was already under his banner, such an action could undoubtedly be said to be malicious!
But Li Mochen did not expect the two of them to serve him wholeheartedly. Being able to hold back two opponents of equal strength head-on had already achieved the purpose of bringing them here.
His dissatisfaction with the two of them could wait until after the battle. He had plenty of ways to deal with the two of them in the future.
"Very cunning indeed —"
At this time, Moses Ruimor, who was standing behind Li Mochen, also smiled. "It can be considered smart. Fighting on the edge of the battlefield should be the safest. This is the nature of the Fan Zhuo family. Back in the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages, our Secret Party Alliance had a saying that had been passed down for a long time. Bruch, Gangro, and Ruimore fought at the front, while Fan Zhuo stood behind them to pick up power and money.
"But now the one standing at the back should be me, the boss."
Li Mochen had already moved the scope in another direction. By the time he finished speaking, there were already dozens of demigods fighting in this area.
The light of the magic had already illuminated the half-plane with a radius of ten kilometers as if it were daytime. And the shock waves and airwaves caused by the impact of the source power had also begun to destroy every inch of the land in the half-plane.
Li Mochen did not choose those demigods as his targets. He judged that he might only have one or two chances to make a move, so he had to choose more valuable targets and do his best to reduce the pressure on Anthony Braden.
He quickly locked on one with the scope. It was Ivan Cotter, the God of Processing under Thomas Milan.
The concept of processing was very powerful, and Ivan Cotter had also entered the realm of the gods in the field of alchemy. And at this time, this person was surrounded by the brilliance of mythical equipment. So that his opponent, the God of the Erie Canal, Cologne, whom Anthony had invited with a lot of money, was completely suppressed by Ivan Cotter.
The former was a divine title condensed by the Divine Power of Water, but when this person condensed his divinity, he did not dare to compete with those powerful water gods and sea gods. Instead, he condensed the faith of sailors with the Erie Canal.
Although this person held the middle-level Divine Power of Water, he was in a difficult situation when facing Ivan Kotter's numerous mythical equipment. He was powerless.
If it weren't for the fact that the Erie Canal was next to Manhattan and could provide him with a steady stream of divine power. The God of the Canal would have been beheaded by his opponent during the fight.
And in the eyes of Li Mochen, this "God of Processing" was undoubtedly one of the few people who posed the greatest threat to Anthony Braden. This person's divine right was only "processing," but this person relied on the mythical equipment to master the additional divine right power as high as six kinds.
If the other party was really going to use the strategy of pairs as he expected, then he must first sweep this person out of the battlefield.
"I'll leave the rest to you, Moses, if that lady really intends to participate in this divine war and attack me."
"Don't worry, Your Highness!"
Moses Ruimor bowed slightly with a solemn expression. "I will ensure that your Destiny Village Magic Tower will not be disturbed by any external forces. Even those gods! "
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