Belief In The Kingdom of God

Under the plain, the two groups of men and horses were constantly fighting, and the two sides met hand in hand, and for a while, the ground was bleeding all over the ground.

At this time, the situation of the battle is very clear. One of them is ragged and morale is slack. Compared with the other, the morale, equipment, number of people, etc. are all at a disadvantage.

In the battlefield, Nadir roared, his arms slammed hard, and a huge sword faintly flashed red in his hand, suddenly cut forward.

"Furious Sword Slash!" He roared angrily, beheading several opponents at once.

At this time, his body was dripping with blood, the blood of the enemy killed, dripping down his body, staining the surrounding ground red. He raised his head, looked at the opposite side, and yelled: "Surrender and don't kill!"

"Surrender and don't kill!" Waves of echoes resounded in the battlefield. Around, soldiers seemed to roar, looking at the enemy on the opposite side, full of iron and blood.

Seeing such prestige, someone on the opposite side gritted their teeth and wanted to continue resisting, but more people trembled, consciously a panic of fear hit their hearts, and then as the first person threw down the weapon in their hands, More and more people choose to surrender. Only a few people remained in place to resist.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing this, Nadir laughed, then looked at the stubborn people, with fierce eyes, rushed up.

After a while, in front of Attis, a messenger stepped forward to send a message.

Seeing this, Artis nodded, leading several people behind him to observe the field.

At this time, the scene on the ground was very terrifying, with corpses and flesh and blood scattered all over the ground, with a disgusting **** atmosphere, enough to make people frighten.

Attis's complexion was as usual, and his handsome face remained unchanged, but standing there quietly, a deep breath of standing like an abyss followed, causing the red-eyed people around to calm down.

"My lord, this battle killed two hundred and seventy-three people and captured nearly two hundred people. Some people fled halfway and couldn't count them." In front of Artis, he was covered in blood and took it with a strong aura. Dill knelt down on one knee and told him.

"Well, don't worry about those who ran away. How many people have we lost?" Attis asked, looking at Nadir in front of him.

"About more than sixty people, among them, more than ten were killed in the battle, and the rest were injured." Nadir held his posture beside him, looking at Attis.

Listening to this, Atis nodded and said: "Pull out a few prisoners and interrogate them."

When Nadir answered, he turned his head to the side again, and several people behind him.

It was a few priests wearing ordinary sacrificial attire, standing quietly behind them from beginning to end.

Looking at them, Attis looked directly at the leading middle-aged man, and said: "Bill sacrifices to sacrifice."

Hearing Attis's shout, the middle-aged man looked at Attis with his face as usual, but he did not dare to look up at his face.

In the eyes of these sacrifices, the body of Artis in front of him was filled with a huge divine power like a sea like a sea. In his body, an unimaginable breath of divine nature was permeating, with a high above. The god-like majesty made them feel overwhelmed by it, and they wanted to kneel down.

Feeling this, Bill's heart shuddered and he didn't dare to look directly at Attis's face, for fear that he could not help but kneel down. At the same time, I couldn't help but pray in my heart, wanting to make myself better.

As he prayed in his heart, the terrifying coercion that was originally in his heart gradually decreased. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then a white light gradually emerged in his hand.

Behind them, several old people also sang and sang silently, in harmony with each other. Then the fluctuations of divine power gradually appeared, and a vast light emerged, with holiness and divinity, faintly forming a divine skill brand.

This is the purification technique, and in Chen Ming's division, it belongs to the scope of the first-level divine technique, that is to say, each of these several sacrifices is at least a red robe sacrifice.

As the purification technique gradually lighted up, in Attis' eyes, the faint devilish energy enveloped around was completely purified, and the soul bodies were dyed with white light, returning to their original colors.

This is the purification technique, which can purify the devil energy and purify the soul.

Under the action of this magical technique, these souls can be contaminated with a trace of divine power, can resist the devil, and even delay their life span to a certain extent.

"Unfortunately, non-believers, without my protection, in the end, they still can't escape the fate of being transformed into the world's nourishment." Looking at the soul bodies with pure white light, Attis thought faintly in his heart.

However, in the eyes of others next to him, everything on the site has not changed, just sensing the light of purification, feeling a little warmth pouring in on the body.

Seeing this, Artis nodded and asked several priests to go to the other side to heal the wounded, while he went to the other side under the leadership of several people.

After he left, behind him, the headed Bill Sacrifice exhaled and looked at Artis who had already gone away, and said fanatically: "It is indeed the reincarnation of my god, even if the soul has not yet awakened, the power is covered. Below, there is still such a majesty."

"Not bad." Behind him, an old man looked at Attis with enthusiasm in his eyes: "Even if the true **** is reincarnated, it is also the true god, and it is definitely not something mortal can invade."

He enthusiastically looked at Attis's back, and above his head, golden luck was permeating, and he was a yellow robe sacrificial ritual.

On the other side, Attis followed the two captives who had surrendered, looking forward with cold vision.

I saw a corpse in front of a village match. Inside the village, ugly monsters with red eyes, gnawing on the corpses on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but change their expressions. Originally, the iron-blooded aura that they had just walked out of the fight has not dissipated yet. They looked at Atis fiercely, with anger and hatred in their eyes.

"Nadil!" He looked calm, he couldn't see the happiness or anger, just faintly shouted.

"Yes!" On the side, Nadir said awe-inspiringly.

"You take a hundred people and drive these monsters away." Artis said.

Over there, Nadir was ordered to look behind him, and several of them separated automatically under the leadership of their respective officers.

In front, a group of demonized beasts suddenly raised their heads, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes suddenly looked at Atis and others in front of them, their mouths were wide open, and the broken human flesh and blood on them were clearly visible.

If the army of ordinary lords saw this scene, it would be panicked and even some riots would occur. But these private soldiers carefully trained by Attis did not have this problem. On the contrary, a **** courage permeated them, making them angry and eager to try.

With the roar of the monster on the opposite side, Nadir led a hundred people to disperse and fight with dozens of monsters, splashing black or red blood all around.

"Roar!" One day, the demonized beast suddenly struck from behind. Artis didn't move, but with a backhand sword, a sword scar broke through the air, cutting it in half with a strong and sharp mood.

After a while, when the battle was over, Artis stepped forward and frowned as he looked at the **** scene around him.

In the sky, a wave of dark evil air emerged, and the death of a large number of demonized beasts released a large amount of evil energy, bringing some evil intentions to this area, especially those on the earth contaminated by the blood of monsters. , It is even more scorched, and it seems that it cannot be used for farming for at least a few years.

In the wreckage, there is still a little bit of white air gradually condensing, sparsely sparse, and appear very loose.

He immediately understood and understood that some survivors still existed, so he ordered a search around.

After a while, a messenger came up: "Sir, there are some survivors in the underground warehouse, mostly women and children."

Seeing this, Artis nodded: "Bring them up and put them on the other side, ready to move next."

At this moment, Nadir came up covered in blood and looked at Attis, with a sigh on his fierce face: "My lord, there are too many monsters recently. In just a few months, it’s better than I’ve seen in the past. Many have passed."

In this regard, Adis was silent.

As a god, he has long discovered the recent anomaly. During these decades, the concentration of demon energy surrounding him has risen too fast, and now it is even more crazy. Ten years ago, although Warcraft was extremely harmful, it was still relatively safe for the city-state duchy. However, with the crazy outbreak in recent years, even people in the city-state were infected by demonic energy.

With the status of some of the sons of the world, he clearly saw that the power of the originally silent world around him had gradually boiled and awakened in the last few years. It seemed that it was about to be unable to suppress a certain horrible thing, and it was about to reach the brink of explosion.

And these phenomena appeared at the same time, but the power of the world's origin leaning on him became stronger.

"These phenomena all show that the world has begun to be unable to suppress it." Artis sighed.

Only in the real crisis, the world consciousness will be so crazy, desperately squandering its origin, wanting to give birth to a true son of the world.

"The next thing is the game."

Attis looked at the distant sky, where dozens of stars were shining, and on it, a little bit of source force slowly dropped.