You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 181 The situation is reversed

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

Crazy shouts of killing filled Ligang Street, which was stained red with blood.

The believers on both sides unleashed all their strength and murderous intent.

For believers in the God of Ceremony, this is a critical moment in a desperate fight.

"Destroy all blasphemers!"

At this moment, Osval's body no longer had any of the calmness and calmness he had in the past. His eyes were scarlet, and he rushed to the front of the team, while shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Behind us is the temple of our loving father!"

"We have no retreat, we must kill all the enemies!"

"Today is the day for the heretics to die!"

The rippling wind and sand could not stop Osval's roar.

The ferocious face made him look like a vicious evil creature.

Along with his declaration, an inexplicable throbbing appeared in the hearts of all the sand people who heard Oswald's roar.

Of course they could not understand the words of the leading black-robed leader of the believers, but they could really feel the undisguised hatred and curse in them.

Indescribable tension filled the nerves, making people feel timid for no reason.

It's like announcing the impending execution!

boom--

The dull sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Sand People.

puff-

A Sandman warrior who was facing Osval had his head shot through the side.

Red and white liquid rushed out of the hole in its head.

Sprayed and merged into the blood on the ground.

Without stopping, Osval continued to rush to the next enemy.

The heavily stepped ground splashed with pools of blood, which wetted the hem of his robe, which had already become somewhat dirty.

The current scene is not appropriate for a gentleman in black.

Therefore, he wanted to end everything as quickly as possible.

In the name of the great loving father, the supreme god of etiquette!

Behind Osval were the equally aggressive black-robed believers.

The black-robed believers' will to fight without fear of death inspired such amazing power that the battlefield was once in a stalemate.

However, soon after, the sand people gradually began to gain the upper hand.

After all, their hard power is greater than that of the black-robed believers.

After surviving the chaos after their leader's sudden death, the regrouped sand people have basically restored their combat prowess.

If it weren't for the fact that some "ignorant" sand people took advantage of the chaos and left, resulting in the reduction of manpower for the "Jia" tribe to besiege the Black-robed Ceremony, the decline of the Black-robed believers would have come even faster.

Even though some people were missing, there were still hundreds of sand people who chose to stay.

Compared with the black-clothed gift party, the numerical advantage is still obvious.

Gabor drew out his sand blade.

Accompanied by a wail of pain.

thump--

A corpse in black robes knelt on the ground.

Then, he never stood up again.

Human blood soaked into the black gold sand blade blessed by Father Sand, making it look even more cold and evil.

Gabor, the "new leader", glanced around the battlefield and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation has been completely controlled by "Jia"!

The enemies, who were originally quite strong and seemed to be trying to penetrate the Sand People's front line in one go, were all forced back at this time.

Looking around, there were several people behind the enemy who looked seriously injured, almost clinging to the scarlet curtain.

The enemy's front row has also retreated to the position of the temple gate that was reduced to rubble.

The monster that caused the clan leader's sudden death also failed to use any weird power.

Judging from its significantly reduced speed and reaction when facing several approaching sand warriors, we can understand that the hidden backhand of this "Talek" church is not far away from being eliminated.

The situation is dominant, the numbers are dominant, and the gods are dominant.

A sneer flashed across the corner of Gabor's mouth.

The advantage is mine!     Right now, there is only one last problem.

He turned his attention to the leader-like figure at the front of the enemy's formation.

The leader's body was covered in blood, making it impossible to even see what he looked like.

It's just that most of the blood that covered his face probably belonged to the soldiers of the Sand People.

So, this is the last and last!

Thinking of this, Gabor held the sand blade and rushed straight towards the leader of the black-robed believers.

Several sand people around him also charged forward.

Vow to use absolute superiority to completely remove the enemy's last fulcrum of resistance!

However, just when Gabor wanted to end it all for good.

Pat pat pat——

It seemed like dense raindrops hitting the ground.

Suddenly there was a continuous sound of treading water from both ends of the street.

In fact, normally, such a sound would not be very obvious on the battlefield.

But Feng'er conveyed the message to the ears of the sand people.

The magical spell called [Whisper of the Wind] is an important tool for the sand people to rely on for battlefield planning and intelligence acquisition.

Different from ordinary magic, because it consumes very little, [Whisper of the Wind] is a practical magic that every sand citizen will choose to constantly bless their body.

However, at this time, Gabor would rather it was not so convenient and practical.

Because at such a critical moment when the enemy is about to be killed, no news is the best news.

What comes now can only be enemy reinforcements.

Gabor was right.

Boyce arrived.

He led the city guards who had regrouped and wore masks tightly, and surrounded them from both sides of Ligang Street.

The sand people surrounding the temple were immediately surrounded.

The wounds left on Boyce's face when the Sand People entered the city have turned dark red, making him look even more determined.

At that time, the intensity of the Sand People's offensive was far beyond imagination, especially the highly destructive large-scale magic, which immediately shattered the front line that Boyce had painstakingly arranged.

Although he himself was blessed by the gods and did not face the sand people's magic, he was still thrown away by the manic air waves.

After falling to the ground, he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, the sand people had already invaded the city.

If a few alert guards hadn't immediately taken Boyce and hid in an alley north of Tarek Avenue, he might have been stabbed by the sand people and died inexplicably.

Beuys was not afraid of death, for after death he would return to the realm of the great god of ceremony.

But that must not be what happened after the Black Gift humiliatedly threw away the "Talek"!

Boyce was driven by a strong sense of mission.

He reassembled a group of city guards as quickly as possible.

Among them were the elites whom he usually relied on, and the militiamen who were still fearless after facing the sand people directly.

This is not surprising.

"Talek" is a church run by the Rite in Black.

Blood scares those without talent.

But it will make talented people even crazier!

Xicheng, which was originally in chaos, returned to basic stability in less than two hours.

Boyce now led a guard of no less than three hundred men.

Let the ignorant and fearless sand people——

Pay the price!

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