Belief In The Kingdom of God

A few days later, on a vast plain, Attis looked at it intently.

On the plain, a little magical light gradually emerged, scattered on the ground, reflected in his eyes.

This demon nature is powerful, swept with traces of devilish energy, as if carrying all kinds of mighty powers in the dark, making people degenerate and decayed. However, compared to the demonic scene before, although it is still strong now, it has gradually weakened, as if lingering.

What appeared to be outside was that the beasts on the earth were gradually becoming scarce. Compared with the horrible tide of beasts when they first came before, they were even pitiful.

The surrounding knights and lords were all excited to see this. Whether they wanted it or not, they could only drag their tired body and continue to fight under the command of the king behind them.

But under this exhilarating atmosphere, Chen Ming clearly saw that, under the cover of this devilish energy, a deeper and more terrifying devilishness gradually awakened in the depths, nourished by the remaining blood on the earth. , Slowly recovering.

"It's getting stronger!" He looked over the ground.

In his perspective, the earth was covered with a **** mist, with a certain evil will, continuously absorbed the blood remaining after the fierce fight on the earth, and then nourished a certain consciousness in the distance. At the same time, in the direction of the center, the king's breath became stronger. Although it still looked that old and worn-out appearance, it had already returned to its peak.

Even in the midst, some unknown changes are gradually taking place.

Attis thought of the screams that he had heard before, the screams from the king's camp, and the rumors about the king's cannibalism, and could not help but sneered.

"I don't know if it has reached a deal with a certain existence, or is it itself eroded and demonized by a certain will?"

He thought about it, but he couldn't help thinking about the piece of meat he had purified decades ago.

That was a will that originated from the flesh and blood of an unknown demon god, and was born after a long period of gestation, and it was also the root of the world's degeneration.

This kind of consciousness born from the origin of the demon **** carries a trace of immortal demon nature during his lifetime, is innate with the law, and is incomparably powerful in nature. Even if Atis suppressed it with a branch of his own decades ago, it has not been completely wiped out today.

"However, there may be other external causes..." He looked at the faintly twinkling star above his head, and his heart moved slightly.

Above the stars, a little purple qi was permeating it, and it was trembling slightly at this time, emitting waves of unknown waves, silently affecting the surroundings.

In the eyes of Artis, a little bit of purple luck gradually eroded and twisted towards the king's luck, pulling it into a whirlpool, and moving along a trend.

"Anyone who adds his destiny must have the blessing and blessings of the world, and he is a general trend. Therefore, unless they encounter more general trends, they will continue to involve others."

He watched this scene and couldn't help sighing.

This king was obviously affected by his luck, so that he was involved. Under the inducement of various inducements, he involuntarily did all kinds of things.

In the previous life, this was called the pioneer of the king. Under the inducement of Qi Luck, all the incentives would be amplified and various things would happen. If there is no such person to take the lead in disrupting the original order, how could there be such a useful place as the destiny of Attis.

He looked at the king's place in the distance, and said nothing.

After a long time in this way, ten days later, amidst a burst of cheers, a corpse of a beast fell on the ground, mixed with blood and blood.

The wave of monsters that had lasted for nearly a month finally came to an end, and gradually faded under the suppression of many lords of the city-state.

However, the losses were also very heavy. After this battle, many of the lord’s subordinates suffered heavy losses. The farmers who were recruited were not bad, and they were dead if they died, but the knights who practiced fighting spirit made them feel heartache.

In this world, only aristocratic knights who practice fighting spirit are the real warriors in the eyes of these lords. In fact, most of the civilians are used as labor for transporting food, etc., and are not really regarded as combat power.

After this devastating disaster, the knights under the lords suffered heavy casualties, which made their hearts quite complicated.

But because the king's army suffered heavy casualties, they didn't say anything, but an urgency slowly emerged in their hearts, wanting to return to their territory as soon as possible.

With this emotion permeating, the king held a banquet in the center of the camp, preparing to return to the city after the banquet was over.

Hearing this news, the major lords couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief and happily participated.

After the war, a banquet was held and the knights and nobles who attended the station commended him. This was originally a tradition, so everyone didn't think much about it. Only a few people, thinking of the king's younger face recently, vaguely felt something was wrong.

But even if he is extremely wise, feels keen, and can feel something wrong from a few clues, it can't change the occurrence of things.

In such an atmosphere, Artis went to a banquet.

The banquet venue was arranged very well, although it was arranged in a hurry, but it can be seen that the decorators are very careful.

Among them, one by one, tall and burly, or extraordinary appearance nobles shuttled among them, but if you observe carefully, you can see a trace of vindictive fluctuation and a trace of blood from these people.

This is the result of a long period of fighting, and he is inevitably carrying a lot of blood.

From the perspective of Attis, the air luck entwined with these people is much weaker than when they first arrived here.

This is because the army under him was severely damaged, and even himself was injured. The inner strength was greatly reduced, which was manifested in the natural shrinkage of luck.

Inside, after Attis came in, several lords smiled at him and expressed kindness.

After the understanding of fighting side by side in the previous month, many lords expressed a certain degree of goodwill towards Attis.

And Artis responded with a smile one by one, until someone patted on the shoulder.

"Atis!" A familiar voice came from behind.

Attis turned and looked, it was Bagel and Ariel, who were standing behind him at this time.

"My father, my grandfather."

Opposite, Ariel nodded, and then looked behind Atis, somewhat stunned: "Who are these people?"

I saw that behind him, several attendants in gray robes followed him, bowing their heads respectfully, unable to see their faces.

Seeing this, Artis smiled and did not speak.

On the opposite side, the two looked at these people thoughtfully.

The banquet proceeded slowly. Next to him, Artis looked ahead, the food on the table did not move at all, but waited quietly.

Waiting for a while, under everyone's gaze, the king walked out with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the venue condensed slightly, and everyone looked at the king and felt something was wrong.

I saw that the king was stained with blood, and a strong smell of blood came from it, causing everyone in the audience to frown. At the same time, beside the king, several guards followed the king with a strong devilish energy.

Seeing this scene, there were some lords who were more vigilant or had long ago been hostile to the king, faintly placed their hands under the weapons in front of them, and vindictiveness was brewing on them.

At the same time, a few people turned their heads slightly and looked at Bagel and Artis, with a hint of consultation in their eyes.

These are the families that have made friends with the Narba family.

In the front, the king saw the scenes of actions in the audience, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth slowly twitched out, faintly a bit hideous.

In Artis's eyes, above the king's head in front of him, a horrible phantom with a triangle, six arms and scales appeared on it.

On top of the luck of the many lords in the audience, a little bit of black life gradually emerged.