The moment the violent explosion sounded, Leonardo's eyes lit up immediately, and invisible fluctuations of spiritual energy spread. Before the air waves and building debris reached the Holy of Holies, they were blocked by invisible barriers.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped. Dust, clods, and even air waves all solidified and suspended in the air.

"I'll go out and have a look.

Leonardo stared at the outside of the house and whispered to Baimon.

Baimon nodded, and responded in a cold voice: "I will protect the folder.

Leonardo nodded, and the whole person slowly escaped into the void.

He had just clearly felt the violent spiritual energy fluctuations coming from outside the house. He also clearly sensed the source of the loud noise. It's not that someone is bombarding here with weapons. There were eighteen attackers in total. They wore thick white robes, with huge scarlet crosses imprinted on their chests, like blood marks, and heavy iron masks that looked like torture tools on their heads. This is the kind of iron mask worn by serious criminals. Even in their faces, there are many horrible wooden stakes. Their crimes are written on each stake, which oozes dull, dried blood. With the iron mask firmly nailed to the face, it looks like a prisoner who is suffering from inhuman torture.

"Wishing you peace and prosperity. May your life outlast the stars.

"May your blessing be higher than all creations in the world, and higher than all the stars in the sky.

But their voices are calm and solemn

The dim yellow spiritual energy echoed between them like water waves, infinitely strengthened.

As they moved forward, many dim yellow spears, sword blades, and arrows condensed in the void, or monsters with different appearances, or dim yellow lightning, flames, and water.

It was a scene like a miniature natural disaster.

In front of them, even thousands of troops will be easily defeated by them.

"May you be kind to us, and the light of wisdom and evil will shine on the earth.

"May our cup of blessings overflow, may your spirit hang high in the sky, and adjudicate all injustice in the world." A95 Facing the dragon, they were fearless, sang hymns, and walked slowly and orderly. Even the walls were shattered within seconds, the ground was cracked, and the ceiling was smashed into powder...

That is all the disasters that have been accumulated for hundreds or thousands of years—all reduced and concentrated here.

The only difference is that they are all dim yellow.

Fang Buddha is like an ink painting composed by dusk. And what made the ground tremble was the loud scream of innocent buildings that were affected by Yastaru during the battle. As soon as she launched a charge, the surrounding stone pillars were shaken and collapsed by the power surging from her body; she just jumped up lightly, and the surrounding ground sank deeply, cracking like spider webs. She waved her hand, and the storm blew the sword away, and the thunder and flames fell on him, but it was difficult to stir up even a single ripple.

Yastaru's eyes turned a cold and haughty dark gold. Sharp dragon claws condensed on her hands, a steel-like dragon tail emerged from under her short skirt, and huge wings gradually grew out behind her.

She punched the eighteen people. The moment it landed, there was a bell-like bombardment.

A dim yellow barrier emerged to stop her. The price was that the eighteen people were repelled two steps, each of them made a slight sound of bone cracking, and the stakes on their faces came in and out of fresher blood mist, but they were not afraid of the pain, they just paused and continued to raise their voices. Chant aloud: "May justice survive, may the name of justice be passed on forever - they sing loudly and walk methodically.

"May your kingdom come! May your glory live forever!"

"Shut up, traitor!" Staring at them fiercely, Yastaru suddenly raised his head and let out a loud growl.

Get out of here!

In terms of tone, this sentence does not have much deterrent effect. It's just that the sound-it was like thunder and scattered dozens of times. Amid the huge dragon's roar, the surrounding ground cracked, squirmed and turned into dust. The ground was like an avalanche, and foamed like boiling milk, and large areas collapsed. The dim yellow barrier suddenly became blurred, vibrating and cracking. The wooden stakes on the eighteen people screamed, as if they were about to be pulled out by an invisible force. Horrible and ugly blood stains also began to soak on their exposed skin, and the flesh and blood under the fingernails without exception turned into a blood-soaked scarlet color. But they still didn't retreat, like puppets without sanity, they held their heads high and chanted loudly.

It's just that their chant suddenly changed

"The shadow of fate is fickle and alternates between full and empty:

"All beings are suffering, misery is intertwined, the poor and the noble are all perishing, they hold their hands high, and those dim yellow creations no longer appear around them.

Instead, it seems to be wrapped in an entire invisible and boundless ocean. The sea grew clear as they chanted, as if beginning to emerge from the shadows: "The eyes of the Lion are blind and cloudy. He cries out: Destiny is my enemy!"

"Destroy us, strike us:

"Oppress us, enslave us, etc. They sang a long poem at high speed. But he didn't retreat, but closed his eyes and relied on his experience to judge the case. Yiri governed the Teutonic Kingdom very well and became a generation of Mingjun .

-Of course, some people claim that he didn't suffer from myopia, but syphilis; others say that because he lost his sense of justice, the lion's eyes became cloudy. In order to clear up such folk rumors, the blind wrote this song "The Lion Declares War on the Wheel of Fortune". The song quickly spread among the people and was adapted into an opera, and the blind man got his wish and stopped the folk rumors.

However, three years later, he was found dead in his bedroom one day. As he wrote in his poem, "The lion died with his eyes wide open. The left eye was blinded and the right eye was as bright as the sun". His left eye was pierced by his own sword, piercing through the back of his head and protruding out. The hilt of the sword was held in his own hand. His glaring right eye is indeed as bright as the sun—but it is full of dim yellow.

Just when Yastaru was about to rush over again, Leonardo flashed to her side from the void.

He whispered, "Let me do it.

"Yes, my lord."

Without any hesitation, Yastaru suppressed his killing intent and obediently stepped back. Leonardo, on the other hand, kept silent, just raised his right hand and pointed directly at the sky.

The chanting of the eighteen people was also coming to an end, they divided into three parts and chanted loudly at three times the speed: "At this moment, there is really a trace of hesitation;

"Fate has crushed even the most fearless warrior,

"The strings are plucked! Weep for me!" They paused and sang in unison.

"Sing and cry with me!"

As they chanted and fell to the ground, a dim yellow ocean formed and roared towards Leonardo.

The surrounding rock, soil and walls have already collapsed amidst Yastaru's roar. But at this moment, they all turned into a dim yellow ocean, infinitely increasing in value, eating away at the surrounding land, and the growler engulfed Leonardo.

But Leonardo didn't move. His eyes are full of complex colors. Because he could see clearly—the names of these eighteen people were clearly green. And it's a very rich dark green. But even so, Leonardo still decided to fight back. He took a deep breath, his spiritual energy surging. he whispered.

"Hereby declare..."