Everyone waited quietly, no 1 spoke, and no 1 knew what they were waiting for, but just waited like this…
And at the foot of Aurau Blem Mountain, several modified off-road vehicles , making a huge roar.
With a whistle, several racing cars rushed out like crazy.
Aurau Blemshan is a circling mountain road, but these cars did not slow down, but continued to drift and turn around.
A young man with yellow hair is far ahead of the first place.
Looking through the rearview mirror, seeing the car that was left far behind, Pushica laughed.
Brush…
But at this moment, Pushica only felt a flower in front of his eyes, and then a figure passed by his car.
Pushica was so frightened that he almost drive the car into the cliff beside him.
The shocked yellow hair on his face rubbed his eyes forcefully, and there was panic in his eyes.
Because he saw clearly that it was a person.
How can a man run faster than his racing car?
But just when Pushica wanted to see who it was, he found that the person had already run away…
At the same time, Grebor in Darionmazu Shrine suddenly opened his eyes.
"Here…"
Grebor slowly stood up and walked out, followed by the 10 magic masters.
When Grebor walked out of the shrine, he found that a figure had slowly reached the top of the mountain and stood in front of him.
This person is dressed in capable sportswear, but he is only many years old, and there is no expression on his calm face.
It looks like a morning runner.
However, Grebor felt a huge threat from this person.
And this person is Abel.
Facing the 100s of warriors who had gathered in the square, Abel was like a walk, feeling the rising sun shining on himself, and walked towards Grebor step by step.
The eyes of 100s of warriors were all focused on Abel alone.
Just as Abel took a few steps forward, dozens of samurai came out with their knives drawn, instantly surrounding Abel. These people had cold eyes and strong skills. The samurai knives in their hands were shining under the sunlight.
The strength of these warriors is comparable to that of the Great Martial Sect. If such a character is placed anywhere in the secular world, he can also become a hegemon.
But now dozens of warriors comparable to the Great a Votu surrounded Abel, but Abel's face did not show a trace of movement.
Because these people are like ants in his eyes.
Even ants are not as good as…
"Who are you? What are you doing at my Darionmazu Shrine?"
Grebor asked Abel loudly.
"Murder…" Abel spit out 2 words lightly.
Grebor frowned: "Could it be that you destroyed Zurala Shrine."
Abel nodded: "Yes, if you don't want to be destroyed, then tear down the statue, replace it with mine, and enshrine me as a god, like this If so, I won't slaughter my own followers…"
"Presumptuous…"
DarionmaTrueain Trueanye shouted angrily, knowing that the god worshiped was the ancestor of his DarionTrueain family, how could it be replaced by Abel.
"Since you don't agree, then there is only death…"
After Abel finished speaking, he was nothing but the warriors around him, and continued to move forward.
"Do it…"
Grebor saw this and gave an order.
When dozens of samurai saw this, they shouted loudly, and then the samurai swords in their hands volleyed towards Abel.
Dozens of katana swords formed streaks of cold light in the air, and these cold lights instantly enveloped Abel.
However, Abel turned a blind eye and continued to move forward.
Dangdangdang……
Abel didn't dodge, didn't even resist, let those samurai swords slash at him.
Even if Abel does not activate the indestructible golden body, this powerful body cannot be broken by these warriors.
To be continued....
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