Belief In The Kingdom of God

In the cold castle, the lights are constantly flickering, and it seems to be about to go out.

In this castle, at the forefront, the three princes looked down with cold expressions, as if they were looking at a group of dead people.

Queen Gertis stood up directly, looking down with an extremely beautiful face.

However, at this time, no matter how beautiful her face is, now, it can't make the many blood races present have a trace of feeling.

"Ge, Your Majesty Gertis...you must be joking, right."

After a long time, a voice slowly came from below.

A youth-looking blood race had a bitter complexion, only felt that the cold sweat on his back wet his clothes, and barely suppressed his fear and spoke.

The core of the heart is the core of the blood clan, and it is also everything in the blood clan. Similar to the human heart, but for the blood race, it is countless times more important than the heart.

This is the power and the source of life of the blood race. A blood race, even if the body is broken, but as long as the core is still there and there is strength to support it, it can be continuously reborn.

But once the core of the heart is lost, it is equivalent to the loss of the human heart, and the consequences are self-evident.

However, facing the bitter expressions of many people below, there was also the question with a hint of fantasy. Gertis, who was standing above, ruthlessly broke this illusion, revealing the ruthless reality in front of these people.

"Aren't you a member of the blood clan? Didn't you claim that you can die for me?" Her face was no longer as gentle as before, and became extremely cold: "Now, I want your heart."

An icy tone sounded all around, deeply engraved in the hearts of many blood races.

After all, even if she looks like a gentle and beautiful girl, she is actually a blood prince who has lived for countless years. His heart is extremely cold, and naturally he will not have mercy on the lower blood.

In the final analysis, the so-called lower blood race is not only an ant, but also a blood taint and shame for the upper blood race.

As Queen Gertis's words fell here, there was a burst of sound around her.

The entire castle began to emit a faint **** brilliance, revealing on the surrounding walls and floor, directly blocking the entire castle in the first place.

In front, some of the upper blood races had cold faces and walked down slowly.

This situation directly broke the psychology of the people below who had been holding a fluke, and a trace of despair could not help but rise in their hearts.

"Your Majesty Gertis! If it is something else, no matter how difficult it is, we will do it."

An elderly kinsman showed despair: "But once we take away our heart, we will definitely die."

"Who said that without the core, you will definitely fall?" Gertis above was disapproving.

"In the past, didn't there have been cases where the nucleus was lost but still alive, or even the nucleus was born again?"

With a little playfulness on her face again, she said.

Upon hearing this, the many blood races below showed despair.

In the history of the blood race, there are indeed cases where the heart core was lost, but still alive, and even the heart core was born again. However, most of this comes from myths and legends. There are only one or two real cases in the countless years of blood inheritance.

This kind of probability, it is said that all nine deaths are flattering, and there is almost no hope of survival.

puff!

Blood was splashing everywhere, and the battle began to erupt in the front.

Heads of blood warriors looked cold, walked down from above, and began to slaughter the numerous lower blood races below.

Above, Queen Gertis's face was soft and calm, with no response to the scene below.

The majesty of the huge blood erupted from her body, and the majesty like the little sun escaped, making everyone pale.

And below, the large number of lower-level blood races almost lost most of their combat power at once, and faced with the higher-level blood races that were far stronger than themselves, they did not have the slightest power to resist.

Jessm shook his head. With the current situation, I can't imagine any turning point.

"If we have this batch together, plus the ones we collected before, it should be enough."

Above, several princes are still talking.

"It should be enough. After all we have been preparing for so many years, even if there are still shortcomings, it should not be far off."

Legris nodded.

"Countless years of waiting, it's finally coming." The other prince also nodded, exclaiming.

"By now, we don't have to worry about anything, just unfold all the power and destroy the group of humans."

Gertis also sneered at the proposal, looking a little bit angry about the experience during this time.

However, at this moment, an accident happened.

Underneath them ignoring, Karim sneered, with a stern face on his face, and looked at Jessm in front of him: "It's finally time, you crap!"

"Give me your heart core obediently! Damn ants!" He laughed frantically, looking a little unhealthy.

Opposite him, Jessm watched his movements without any reaction, but stared at him coldly, as if a high king was watching the ants.

"You!" This look made Karim a little uncomfortable, even angered him, and slammed Jessm with all his strength.

His fist was getting closer and closer to Jessm, almost hitting the opponent's face.

At this moment, a shocking bloodline exploded with majesty and fierce, powerful and terrifying aura exuding, oppressing countless blood races.

As if a lofty emperor showed majesty, and as if the creatures of the night showed their breath, in the hearts of countless blood races, a great majesty emerged, almost making them want to kneel down.

This is due to the impulse of the bloodline, the bloodline bloodline's instinctive obedience to the upper bloodline is extremely powerful, entrenched in the heart of each bloodline, and it erupts at this time.

Opposite Jasm, Kalimu had disbelief in his eyes, and his whole body began to tremble, and he forcibly stopped the fists that he had waved.

There is an urge to kneel down in his heart, not from the original intention, but from an instinct. The fist that had been trying hard to smash was also forcibly stopped under this instinct, unable to touch the front.

At this moment, all the fighting couldn't help but stop, and all the blood races were gasping for breath, feeling weak for the increasingly stronger sense of oppression in their hearts.

Jesm's eyes were cold and he looked at Karim in front of him quietly. Just staring at the other side in this way brought him endless pressure.

"I didn't scream crazy just now, why is it silent now?" It seemed that he was a little dissatisfied. A cold smile appeared on Jesm's face, and he said fiercely to Karimu in front of him: "Now, give I knelt down!"