The gold medal is of course fake.

The token symbolizing the supreme authority of the Golden King has only issued a few dozen pieces during the tens of thousands of years of rule. For the Golden King who loves absolute centralization, putting authority in the hands of others is simply unwilling tolerant. Therefore, a few gold tokens in history are known as rare treasures with great research value and collection value.

If any rare treasure is known to a master of the copycat, there will be only one outcome. This gold medal was already being created when Wang Lu forged the Golden King wine glass.

The appearance of the gold medal is restored by querying a large amount of historical materials, while the sound and aura of the Golden King were gradually explored and imitated by Wang Lu during several conversations with the Golden King. There is no such thing as much similarity, but it does have a bit of the unique charm of the Golden King.

Wang Lu raised the token high, and under the faint majesty that was faintly similar to the Golden King, the army of the God of War Tanu collapsed on the spot, and all fell to the ground, and no one dared to get up.

The Golden King's army could not even recognize the token of its own lord. It was undoubtedly a tragedy, but it was also an inevitable tragedy, because for these puppets, the nature of obedience overwhelms everything. If it were those real Golden King army, they would never be fooled so easily. Unfortunately, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the brave men who once followed the Golden King have only left wrecked puppets, and these puppets have never witnessed the king with their own eyes since they were born.

For Wang Lu, this scene now means that his tactics have been successful, and his copycat skills have once again created miracles.

Of course, the counterfeiting is not glorious, but if the fake product can also play the role of the real product, it will no longer matter whether it is true or false.

Wang Lu held up the token and never spoke again. He just kept silent and let these gold guards kneel down obediently. This gold medal is a fake after all. It can be used by surprise. It is much more useful, or if it is too long, no matter how stupid the puppet is, it can be seen. Therefore, it is better for Yu Qian to say less. Anyway, the golden king in history is not known for his talkativeness.

Time slipped away bit by bit, Wang Lu quietly held the token, and the 400 scattered gold guards, 30 gold warlocks and 8 gold commanders in front of him knelt quietly on the ground, buried his forehead deep in the soil, and did not dare to look directly at the light belonging to the Golden King.

Only Tanu still maintained his standing posture and quietly waited for time to pass. For this precise war machine, futile struggle was just a waste of time. He had asked the Golden Guards to stand up a few times before he received no response, so he gave up his continued attempt.

Anyway, the effect of the fake will not last too long. As time goes by, these puppets will always find abnormalities.

Sure enough, about two or three hours later, a legion commander moved slightly and began to shake. For the faithful puppet, being able to kneel in front of the token of the Golden King is a great gift. Under normal circumstances, even if they are exhausted and unable to move, they dare not move at all. Now, they are obviously beginning to doubt the authority of the gold medal.

The commander of the legion had a high level of intelligence, and soon there was a second place. The third commander began to shake. After a while, they stood up and glared at Wang Lu, their eyes like burning lava.

Forging the token of the Golden King is undoubtedly a blasphemy, and the unforgivable blasphemy of sin

"roar"

A commander roared to the sky, and anger swept across, shaking all the golden guards' bodies. Then he slowly stood up, raised his head, and his eyes... became even more confused.

Seeing this scene, Wang Lu smiled and threw away the token, then turned around and left. Behind him was a jungle of steel and rocks.

"Haha, welcome to my tower defense world."

Hundreds of defense towers of various shapes intertwined into a complex maze, the dark and solid bone dragon tower, the deep green dragon tower, the manic and unruly red dragon tower, the mysterious black dragon tower and the holy and glorious holy dragon tower... The wisdom crystals of the Blaidong dragon clan are undoubtedly revealed at this moment, and hundreds of dragon towers stand side by side, with momentum connected, as if they are really an ancient dragon cave. Even if they are just looking away from each other, it makes people feel unspentant and depressing.

This is a real place of death. Even the golden guards under the command of the war god Tanu, if they dare to enter the jungle of the defensive towers, they will be dead. Perhaps when these defensive towers are not formed, they can destroy their opponents with one attack, but they have wasted too much time.

"Soldier God Tanu, don't stand there, come and fight to the death. There are only five of us. If you can rush over, you will win."

Wang Lu had already walked into the siege of the defense tower and reunited with Aya and others, while the hard-working hard workers disappeared without a trace.

In order to rush to work, Wang Lu gave them the order to burn their lives like a hard-working writer whose deadline is tomorrow but has not moved a word. In one sentence, these already amazing workers burst out at a speed of amazing speed, and built a jungle of steel and rocks in a blank space in just a few hours.

When the jungle of the defense tower was finally built, the huge building materials in the mustard bag were exhausted, and even the peaks not far away were hollowed out, these hardworking workers finally reached the last moment of their lives, as if burned out, and they were wiped out. The defense towers they left behind were like standing tombstones.

In response to this, after a moment of shock, the war god Tanu actually smiled faintly on his face.

Now that things have come to this point, even if the military formation technique is twice as powerful, it is impossible for the more than 400 infantry under his command to rush down the jungle of the defensive tower. If a few commanders are replaced, it will be almost the same to become a very long-distance artillery car. Since the defeat has been decided, the outcome is not that important. Tanu focuses more on Wang Lu's means of winning.

"Interesting." This is a heartfelt praise. He has seen too many scenes in his life, but the scene in front of him still makes him feel fresh. Very interesting tactics and interesting opponents. Strictly speaking, Wang Lu is considered to be unfair because he has not shown any talent in strategy at all, but Tanu has never been an overly obsessed with victory or defeat, otherwise he would not have survived as a guardian in the treasure house of the Golden King for tens of thousands of years.

"You won this level," Tanu said.

Wang Lu said in surprise: "You just gave up?"

Tanu said: "If this battle had a one-percent chance of winning, I would have fought once, but since I didn't even have one percent, I really don't need to let these soldiers die in vain. In the endless years that followed, they will only be with me."

Wang Lu nodded and said nothing more. After the war god Tanu gave up, a gate leading to the darkness was opened behind him.

"Go over and wish you good luck."

When Wang Lu and others walked into the door and walked on the stairs of light to the next junction, the door slowly closed.

At this time, Wang Lu, who was walking at the front of the team, suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned his head and looked along the gap where the gate had not yet closed, but he saw a collapsed world.

On the battlefield just now, the sky was shattering, the earth was sank, and huge cracks were blooming, like the mouth of a wild beast, tearing and swallowing the world bit by bit. The war god Tanu stood in the military formation, his figure was like a pine tree, and calmly welcomed the arrival of the doomsday.

...Is this what the so-called endless years referring to? Wang Lu couldn't help but be shocked.

Aya, behind Wang Lu, felt Wang Lu's gaze and turned around, but the door closed at this moment.

"What a pity. If there is still a chance next time, I really want to fight him fairly." Aya said regretfully.

"Yes, what a pity." Wang Lu said softly.

At the same time, deep in the king's treasure house, Paul was filled with shock and anger, and the anxiety in his heart had reached its limit.

"I passed, but I actually passed the third level."

He saw the process of Wang Lu passing the level with the authority of the administrator. At first, he still hoped that Wang Lu would fail in front of the war god Tanu. After all, he was really a powerful opponent. If he had not been faceless, his trial road would have ended here. After faceless, Tanu modified and improved the rules, making it even more difficult to defeat. With Paul's cognition, he could not even think of how to defeat him.

However, as Wang Lu repeatedly broke through the difficulties with miraculous means, Paul's heart gradually sank. Especially when Wang Lu took out the gold medal in the copycat and made the gold guards kneel down together, Paul even scolded him in anger.

Unfortunately, everything was useless. Wang Lu and others were already walking on the stairs of the glory and would soon walk to the fourth closing door.

And when Paul was irritated and even a little frightened, a gentle and kind voice laughed and said, "Don't worry, their steps have come to this point. In the fourth level, we will end everything."

Unfortunately, the faceless comfort cannot warm people's hearts at all, and at this moment, a cold voice questioned it.

"End everything, just you trash?"

The person who questioned was a blood-colored warrior. The warrior leaned on a jagged sword in both hands, and was covered in a gloomy and solemn bloody smell. He was the highest referee of the Inquisition of the Holy Light. Now in the church, Duke Ferdinand, who ranked first in the number of purified people

When Wang Lu and others spent more than half a day to guide the third level, the chief referee finally left his subordinates and returned to the Holy City alone at the fastest speed. Although he was extremely tired at this time, his fighting spirit was still high. Especially when he witnessed Wang Lu breaking through the third level and seriously threatening the position of the Holy Light Sect in the King's Treasure House, he felt even more angry from the bottom of his heart.

"Heavens who dare to covet the holy land of our religion must be purified with the most severe punishment."

The five legendary saints of the church are undoubtedly the Pope, and the one who follows is the Supreme Referee. His fanaticism towards the church is almost distorted. Fifty years ago, because his daughter fell in love with a pagan, he cut off his daughter's head and hung it at the main entrance of the courthouse. As for the pagan, no one knows whereabouts, and no one wants to know. With such a deformed and strong belief, Ferdinand naturally dislikes the mediocre and incompetent Paul. He always thinks that he will slow down the development of the church. It is best to cut it with one sword and change to a smart and smart person to the stage. Unfortunately, he has never been able to do it.

As for the Faceless? A few years ago, he was very optimistic about this church sharp knife with a vicious style. Although he didn't have much contact, the Faceless's brilliant achievements made him quite praise him. Unfortunately, after seeing him at this time, Ferdinand was angry.

"Faceless, are you going to join the battle in this shameful manner?"

In the eyes of this referee, the faceless person's weakness was invisible. He was seriously injured by the Knight King's sword not long ago, and now he has not recovered. This seriously injured incarnation is not as good as a beginner's profession, and participating in the battle will only drag others down.

However, in response to this, the Faceless Man just glanced at Ferdinand, and said lightly to the saint who was above him, "It's all about you, what are you? Did I invite you to come? I invite you to express my opinion?"

"You?" Ferdinand was furious, and the jagged giant sword emitted a red light, and he couldn't help but take action.

"If you want to do it, please kill me, and then use your poor brain to think about tactics and intercept the people of Jiuzhou. If you succeed, the credit will be yours. The Sea of ​​Holy Light will definitely favor you. Good luck.
Chapter completed!