87_87643 The two dragon golems rushed up from the left and right, and were pinned down by Forty-Seven, but the impact force made him have to retreat, and one foot was already on the edge of the Tower of Seven Sins. The flames swept in and obscured his vision, and then a third dragon golem broke through the fire cloud and pounced on Forty-Seven like a beast hunting - but Forty-Seven didn't give it a chance to open its mouth and bite it off, and a vicious head hammer slammed into its chest and neck, and the cracking sound was clearly audible.

Forty-Seven's arms let out a mechanical roar, and the turbo spinning at the elbow at high speed even spewed out a fiery blue-white air current, throwing the two dragon golems in his hands far away again, and then preparing to crush the one that had just been knocked down by his head in one fell swoop. He held down the dragon golem's head, and overwhelmed it with terrifying force, regardless of its frantically scratching claws and its frantically whipped tail, grabbed its tattered iron wings, and tugged hard-

Even the dragon golem's painless body let out a huge howl as it felt like it was about to be torn apart. The metal that made up its musculoskeletal bones made a tooth-aching sound, groaning and beginning to deform and break.

Just push harder, tear it in half and see how you fix it - the other two dragon golems have just rolled and risen in the pit created by their bodies, and even if they rush to the rescue, it will be too late.

Suddenly, the tower at the foot of forty-seven collapsed. As if a dissociation had been struck, the slate wrapped in steel bars fell apart and shattered into flowing sand along with the metal structure inside. Forty-seven couldn't stand on his feet, and his huge body fell along the quicksand formed by the tower, and he roared and grabbed the dragon golem's wings to take it away from the tower of seven sins, but the part of the dragon golem also turned into sand and escaped from Forty-Seven's control.

Dragon Flame then catches up with the falling Forty-Seven, drowning him. Night sky. A gigantic flower of death blooms.

"Nonsense!Who let them use the spitting attack ground!" Singh struggled to reassemble the tower that he had just disassembled to interfere with Forty-Seven, but some of it had already been scattered forever. But this is also something that can't be helped, and if you let Forty-Seven and the Dragon Golem fight on the Seven Sins Tower, the tower will collapse before they can distinguish the winner - now the energy to maintain the Seven Sins Tower can't be lower, and it has reached a very dangerous time.

No one answered, and Singh didn't pursue it, because he also knew that although the dragon golems were as powerful as the real dragons, and they were incredibly strong, their extremely low thinking ability and the way they fought according to a little residual instinct were simply a great insult to the creatures they imitated.

Singh rechanneled his will into the minds of the three dragon golems, restraining their desire to pounce in pursuit.

The huge ball of fire slowly dispersed. Singh searched for traces of the Construct Giant, and he didn't seem to have fallen into the dust, so where did he go?

A huge figure burst out of the clouds of fire scattered beneath the Tower of the Seven Sins, relieving Singh's doubts, but also exacerbating his surprise.

Forty-seven's back and leg propulsion engines shuddered, and a huge stream of air swept away the clouds of flames and soared upward—and deformed.

Whether it is the body or the limbs, the whole body of Forty-Seven is undergoing a precise and ingenious system reconstruction, stretching and contracting. Permutations and combinations, a large number of parts are moved to new positions and fixed, changing his body structure, and under the heavy armor that is opened one after another, the internal axles and parts move rapidly, and the steel bones are folded or elongated, constructing new forms, and then wrapped in reassembled armor pieces......

Forty-seven, who changed form while flying, surpassed the Tower of Seven Sins, then turned around and fell. He spread a pair of huge, precisely symmetrical wings to provide cushioning, and the turbine-type engines on the wings emitted airflow and sound that made Forty-Seven seem to be wrapped in a storm of thunder. It falls on the flat top of one of the towers of the Seven Sins. The slender and sharp spikes on the folded wings reflected the color of the flames, a pair of powerful hind limbs were equipped with strange thrusters, and the wings on either side of the neck had bulges of unknown purpose at the base of the wings, with sharp serrated spikes, but the long metal tail hung down gently with an extremely flexible metal tail, and there was a crackling electrical discharge between the iron tower and the iron tower—he bent his neck slightly. On the steel dragon head with spiral-shaped sharp horns like a crown decoration, a pair of eyes were still full of blood-red glow, and their eyes were full of disdain.

Dragon. A glowing and terrifying dragon.

I can't tell what color he is. The horns and various geometric metal crystals are intertwined, impeccably interpreting the magnificent meaning on the dragon's body, and the steel armor scales flicker and flicker, as if reflected, but also as if glowing, as if shrouded in a layer of glittering gemstone dust. Compared to the humanoid state, the dragon's body is slender and lean. But it is also undoubtedly strong, and it clearly reflects the temperament that Forty-Seven usually lacks—solemnity and perfection.

"Remarkable...... Is this the Divine Armament......" Kiscain exclaimed softly.

Forty-seven glanced at the Tower of Seven Sins, a little lazy. He tried to turn his head, but found that he couldn't, and his neck, though now longer, had lost the function of the hinge.

The three dragon golems breathed fire at Forty-Seven, who had turned into a dragon, but this time he didn't make a hard connection, but flew up easily to avoid the pillar of fire. Falling onto another tower, not even the thrusters opened. It's as if it doesn't have weight.

Forty-seven perched on the minaret, staring at his opponent as if examining his subjects. A dragon golem flapped its wings and jumped to the tower in a rather clumsy posture, intended

Go on the offensive.

"Temptation?" Forty-Seven snorted, casting his breath like a real dragon.

It was a cloud of ruined light. Explosive energy gushed out of his mouth like boiling flames and lightning. The dragon golem, which was climbing up, bore the brunt of it, and its whole body was wrapped in. The torrent of particles poured down, and the dragon golem only lasted a few seconds before completely crumbling, and the particle light flow rushed into its body, exploding and destroying every structure of it, even with the help of flames to repair it too late - the dragon golem let out a few muffled explosions, falling apart and turning into pieces.

The other two dragon golems escaped from the range of the dragon's breath in time, apparently the result of the direct manipulation of the mages in the control room.

After the light cloud dissipated, everything it once covered was unrecognizable. A large area of the Tower of Seven Sins became cratered, and the raised parts of the tower that the Dragon Golem had climbed over were flattened out as a result of the incessant explosions in the cloud of light. The heat melts the metal and stone, leaving them back together in a completely different state, and the evaporated material mixes with the ionized air, producing a toxic smoke that fills the air.

Before the mages could react, Forty-Seven had already swooped down. Not only him, but the entire top of the tower had been torn up by him—it had been sliced by Forty-Seven with its blade-like tail where it needed to be, and then thrown at the enemy.

The more difficult of the remaining two dragon golems was smashed and crushed underneath. The other flew up and stretched its neck to bite Forty-Seven. But Forty-Seven easily got out of the way and turned around and took a bite. As he turned and tore at the Dragon Golem with his teeth, his body was deformed again, and after he fell, he had re-become the Constructed Giant Forty-Seven who was holding it - apparently in this form he was more interested in hand-to-hand combat, and the Dragon Golem, whose neck had been twisted to the limit, broke under Forty-Seven's strangulation before he could adjust.

The headless dragon golem stumbled, attacking recklessly, slamming all over its body and losing control of its entire body - and then fell off the Tower of Seven Sins.

Forty-Seven threw away the dragon golem's head. He also made up a kick to squash it completely, and then prepared to deal with the last one.

The last one suddenly became difficult to deal with.

There was already a hint of whitening in the sky, and dawn was approaching. Suddenly, as if the last and thickest darkness had been extracted, a huge black fist suddenly formed on Forty-Seven's head and struck with unimaginable force. It seemed to be the angry blow of a ferocious god, and even Forty-Seven couldn't fully resist it, and he was half-kneeling down by this blow, and even the Tower of Seven Sins was suddenly deflected.

Dark Iron Fist retreats into the air, then unleashes a second blow. Forty-seven dodged with a backflip. When you turn over, you turn into a dragon and fly into the air. The Tower of Seven Sins, which had been hit twice by the Giant Dark Iron Fist, floated diagonally in the air, unable to regain its balance any longer.

"Captain Singh!" exclaimed the aides, not only because of the crisis in the Tower of the Seven Sins, but also because of Singh's mutation.

Singh gripped the platform with both hands, staring blankly ahead—under his unkempt hairline. On the wrinkled forehead, a sore that was festering at a visible rate was slowly expanding.

"Don't touch him! it should have been lodged on the Dragon Golem!" Kiscain stopped the old mages from acting recklessly, allowing them to react in time.

"Without the control of the judges, the Tower of Seven Sins will not be able to hold on!What now?Master Kiscain?" Now that Singh is gone, Kiscain has naturally become their backbone again.

"Alas. Kiscain slowly walked over to his console and stretched out his hands.

"Let's do our best for a while. As long as the Tower of Seven Sins does not fall, Singh will still have confidence and will be able to hold on......"

The two dragons stared at each other.

"I've never been interested in talking to dying people...... You're an exception, though. Forty-seven flattened its iron wings, floating smoothly in the air with the help of the power of the turbine above.

The dragon golem crawled out from the top of the shattered tower and shook off the pieces from its body. A construct that a few moments ago could only act on the command and instinct of others suddenly had a feeling of extreme wisdom.

"Hehe......" The Iron Dragon Golem let out an old laugh, wondering how Singh used its hissing throat to make a sound, "I agree with Kiscain now...... You're a peculiar constructor. ”

The Dark Iron Fist slammed down from below, making Forty-Seven furious-dare to attack me?!

He climbed up and dodged, but just happened to hit the invisible giant hand of Bigby's shattering palm, but fortunately, Forty-Seven was no longer Wuxia Amon. Once again, the dragon's breath erupted, pressing down on the dragon golem possessed by Singh, and even the dark iron fist that was coming up vanished under the destructive cloud of light—the dragon's breath of the forty-seven earths was not just aimed at matter.

But the dragon golem withstood such a catastrophe. It used its own spit against the forty-seven earth dragon breath, and instead of fire, it spit out an invisible energy force field. The space seemed to distort, and a stream of roaring particles raged and accumulated above the dragon golem's head. But he couldn't break through the power protection that Singh exerted with all his might, and it spread helplessly to all sides.

There was a flash of electricity in the control room, and two mages were even knocked to the ground.

"Master Kiscain!

Kiscain issued a new order - but not to save the Tower of Seven Sins - and it was indeed untenable.

And Sim

Unconsciously, he grabbed the control platform and stood still, but his ears and nose were already dripping.

Forty-seven broke free from the grip of the invisible giant palm and circled in search of an opportunity. It was rare that he didn't pounce on him, because the opponent in front of him was extraordinary—the mage. Only after having the same strength as them, or even above them, can we truly understand their terribleness. Who knows what tricks they have in their hands?

He hadn't forgotten that Morriel had thrown him into an inexplicable labyrinth of different dimensions.

The dragon golem flew up and pounced on Forty-Seven. But even if Singh controlled it himself, its maneuverability was quite different from that of Forty-Seven at the moment, who only adjusted the direction of the turbines on the wings, and then easily changed the direction to dodge.

Old Guy ...... Are you in a hurry to fight me? Forty-seven pondered, more cautious.

If you can't touch him, you can't use the "Imprisonment Technique...... Did I be too anxious for him to think something was wrong? Should I have used this spell in the first place...... Singh was a little anxious, the Tower of Seven Sins was already crumbling, and it seemed that he could only hope to find another "God Weapon" in the forest to repair it, so in order to achieve this purpose, he could only dispose of this structure as much as possible.

How did he suddenly become so shrewd!

Singh's powerful giant palm cooperated with the dragon golem to encircle and intercept Forty-Seven. But no matter what, he couldn't completely control his actions, and Forty-Seven played delaying tactics rather shamelessly, and it seemed that he was waiting for the time to use Dragon Breath again.

There was a loud bang from the Tower of Seven Sins behind him.

Singh looked back. One of the towers has fallen outward. It still swayed helplessly with the flames ignited by the fierce battle, and a large number of iron and stone fragments were scattered, and finally broke away from the Tower of Seven Sins entirely, succumbing to gravity and smashing towards the ground, leaving a terrible wound on the Tower of Seven Sins.

No! How could it be! It should still be able to hold on! Singer's eyes were split, and the Tower of Seven Sins was the place where he would work hard for the rest of his life. He'd already paid almost a mile for it to be able to travel to the heavens—and now the Tower of the Seven Sins is about to fall?

Forty-seven, who had been dealing with Singh, took advantage of this opportunity to raid.

Singh withdrew his attention from the Tower of the Seven Sins, but for a moment of distraction, a flash of light had already hit his eyes.

The invisible force of the palm took shape in front of Singh, and it was almost too late. The lightning flash was hampered less than five feet from the dragon golem, and when it collided with the smashing palm, Singh could see that it was a fusiform metal object encased in lightning, with a long blue-white tail flame on the back half, like a meteor.

The powerful explosion was as bright as a small sun, and the sweeping energy waves intertwined with flames and lightning, making the palms of the power hands appear a clear outline. What is this? Before Singh could figure it out, the same explosion happened in his back - the dragon golem was hit and sank. Tumbling and falling in the air with thick smoke, followed by two more, drawing two arcs in the air, hitting the dragon golem from different angles, completely blowing it into two.

Inside, Singh leaned back violently. The wolf fell to the ground in a fit of rage.

"Singh, give up!" Kiscain came over to pull him, but Singh opened his hand like crazy, got up and threw himself in front of the control platform: "No! There is still a chance! We can let the Tower of Seven Sins go to the forest, keep the Tower of Seven Sins, and we can refine the power of the 'Divine Armament' again!

"I let them go, they can't be buried with the Tower of Seven Sins! they have already paid for the Tower of Seven Sins for the rest of their lives!"

"What!" Singh grabbed Kiscain by the collar, "Gone? I didn't give permission, you gave such an order? They are the mages of the Council!

"What mages!" Kiscain broke free from Singh, "what kind of mages are they! they've spent their whole lives studying the Tower of the Seven Sins, studying the 'Divine Armament', what else would they be? they're just our tools! That's enough!"

Singh looked at Kiscain in a daze.

"That's it...... Never. The corners of his mouth twitched. Suddenly laughed, and even the white beard that was stained with blood trembled.

The Tower of Seven Sins shook again. Judging by the very powerful magical images that had flickered and misplaced, Forty-Seven was still attacking the Tower of Seven Sins - the blasting missile that destroyed the Dragon Golem was fired from a strange device that opened at the dragon's neck and shoulder, as if a pair of heavy ballistas had been installed at the base of his wings.

"Let's go. Singh said calmly to Kiscain, reverting to that old and calm tone: "The Council cannot be destroyed by you and me...... Remember, old friend...... With archmages like us, the Mage Council is here...... Let's go...... Don't worry about Argus, let's find a successor first......"

Kiscain didn't say anything. He looked at Singh one last time, and obeyed him for the last time—for more than a hundred years. That's what he's always done.

Dawn came. When the first morning light shone on the Seven Sins Tower, the tilted towers finally collapsed completely. A violent explosion occurred inside the tower. It was the out-of-control energy in the tower that made an angry declaration.

The Tower of the Seven Sins burned, with smoke and flashes of light, falling from the sky - like a sun falling in the dawn