Chapter 469 "Fire Fighting"
Holy Land Marie Gioia.
At this moment, smoke was everywhere and the entire holy land was shrouded in endless chaos and fear.
The magnificent building was crumbling in the explosion, and its former majesty and glory turned into flying ashes.
In the corridors and in the square, cries, curses, and pleas for mercy were heard constantly, like an endless nightmare lingering in the minds of countless Tianlong people.
"Help! Help! You bastards, stop them!"
A celestial dragon dressed in luxurious robes yelled at the guards around him with a look of horror on his face, but the guards' faces were also filled with panic.
Faced with those pirates armed with sharp blades, the guards were defeated one after another and were unable to hold their defense line at all.
The cries for mercy were even louder than the roar of battle.
"Evildoers! Do you know who we are? How dare you! Aaaaah!"
Another Celestial Dragon wanted to intimidate with his past power, but was chopped to the ground by the pirate who rushed over.
The blood spread across the carpet, dyeing the luxurious embroidery bright red.
More celestial dragons fled in all directions like frightened birds. They were used to looking down on all living beings from a high position, but now they were as nervous as ants, as if they might be caught in the storm of destruction at any time.
Compared to the fear brought by the mysterious man before, the horror of this day was even more severe, like hell had descended.
The former authority and glory of the Celestial Dragons now seemed so fragile.
They lost their only shelter, and the thick "sacred" veil had been cruelly torn apart, revealing their terrified true faces.
Those brutal pirates swept through mercilessly like a violent storm, and every corner and every corridor was filled with ruthless murderous intent.
The Golden Lion held two swords and swung them wildly with a grin, and the wind blades cut the wall into pieces; Charlotte Linling laughed towards the sky, her loose golden hair like dancing flames, and the big knife in her hand smashed all obstacles in her way.
"Hahahahaha...these so-called 'gods' are as fragile as paper!"
The golden lion's wild laughter resounded throughout the holy land, and his blood-stained face looked extremely hideous.
The originally noble status of the Celestial Dragons has now made them nothing more than prey in the eyes of the pirates. They are no longer afraid, no longer dodge, and even enjoy the pleasure of pulling the "God" down from the altar.
On the other side of the chaos, on the palace wall of Pangu City, several Tianlong people huddled in a corner, trembling so hard that they couldn't even make a sound.
They witnessed with their own eyes one of their companions being beheaded. His dazed eyes were still open and there was even a hint of lingering fear as he rolled to the ground.
Such a scene deeply hurt the nerves of every Tianlong person and plunged them into deeper panic.
"How could this happen? Why did it turn out like this..."
Someone was mumbling, his voice trembling and broken.
However, no one could answer, and no one cared about their struggle and pain at the moment.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, a tragedy they had never imagined.
At this moment, the high and mighty Celestial Dragons finally felt what they feared most - their power, status, and even lives were no longer protected by the sacred halo.
Those mortals who once bowed to them have now turned into vengeful ghosts, attacking them from all directions and plunging them into endless darkness and despair.
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The Five Elders shuttled through the ruins of the holy land of Mary Geoise. Their figures were as swift as the wind, and wherever they passed, there seemed to be the sound of wind and thunder.
But even though they have infinite power, they seem to be exhausted at this moment.
Every swing of the hand and every punch was accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion, and the powerful momentum swept in all directions like a huge wave, crushing approaching enemies in an instant.
However, even so, the pirates still came in an endless stream like the tide.
"Damn it!" Izambalon V. Nasujuro Saint roared and swung his sword. A huge sword energy cut through the sky, smashing several pirates who rushed up to pieces.
But before he could catch his breath, more enemies descended from the sky, one boat after another, coming in like a swarm of demons.
He looked up and saw that the pirate ships floating in the sky were actually arranged in a long array. One after another fell from the sky, as if there was no end.
"Where do these lunatics get the courage from?"
Saint Jaygolucia Satan roared in a low voice, the veins on his forehead bulged, and an unprecedented numbness and powerlessness surged in his heart.
They couldn't understand why these pirates dared to invade so wantonly and even caused such unrest in the holy land of Marijoa, the "territory of God" without any scruples.
The pirate ships that fell from the sky seemed to be mocking their incompetence and satirizing their infinitely inflated "holy" halo.
"Are these guys...all crazy?"
Saint Macas Maz's heart was shaken, his eyes flashing with disbelief.
They have become accustomed to looking down on everyone and are accustomed to everyone's fear of the world government.
However, today's pirates had no scruples at all. They tore at everything in the holy land like desperate beasts. A chaos they had never experienced before was spreading mercilessly.
The Five Elders were putting out fires everywhere. Every time they cast a spell and attacked, it seemed as if they had put in all their strength, but the burning battlefield ahead of them seemed endless.
A group of pirates fell, and more followed, with new enemies joining the battle every second.
The terrified screams and deaths of every Tianlong person stung their eardrums and gradually shattered the fortress of self-confidence in their hearts.
"They are just a bunch of lawless lunatics!"
Saint Topman Vochuli gritted his teeth and clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound.
The rage in his heart almost burned out his sanity.
However, looking at the pirate ship that kept falling, and even the pirates jumping from the sky, rushing towards them facing bullets and swords, his anger couldn't help but be mixed with a hint of uncontrollable chill.
They are fighting, they are trying their best to suppress, but this is not simply "suppression".
The Five Elder Stars once believed that as long as they displayed absolute power, the chaos in the world would be shattered like waves hitting rocks.
But now they clearly feel that this catastrophe is far beyond any previous ones, even beyond the limit of what they can imagine.
Those pirates that dropped from the sky were like dying ghosts, without a trace of fear, only crazy will to fight and a desperate charge.
"Impossible... How dare these pirates..."
The Five Elders' doubts grew deeper and deeper, and this chaos seemed to have a deeper purpose.
Their "firefighting" at this moment is just barely maintaining the remaining order, and it may even be futile.
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