Belief In The Kingdom of God

At night, Attis took people to gallop on the deserted land.

Because this world is too dangerous in the wild, compared to previous lives, there are very few people who stay in the wild at night, which adds a little convenience to Attis and his party.

However, even if so, with the blessing of divine art, the thousands of troops can't be covered up by covering up. Even if there is no sound at the foot and fits with the surrounding environment, the unique aura of thousands of warriors condensed in the dark still makes the knight in the opposite manor faintly aware.

"Huh?" Sensing this qi, several knights patrolling the manor were suddenly taken aback and looked at the outside world.

From their perspective, they could only see that in the outside world, huge shadows were gradually hitting, although there was no sound, but a little bit of awe-inspiring murderousness continued to come, making them involuntarily raise their heads.

"Enemy attack!" At the next moment, a powerful sound rang in the manor, prompting a reaction in this place.

This speed is actually very fast. This is because the chaotic situation of this world, the mixed world of ghosts and monsters, makes the knights here very high.

"Has it been found that something is wrong?" Attis said, sensing the riots faintly coming from a distance.

In his eyes, after this turmoil, the originally silent and scattered luck in the manor began to fluctuate, trying hard to condense to counter the enemies from afar.

Unfortunately, at this distance, it is very difficult to react again.

Seeing that the other party had reacted, Attis no longer concealed it, and the light of the divine arts blessed the army on the spot, and then directly charged away.

At this time, the enemy was shocked to discover that, at some point, so many enemies had already assembled below.

At this time, after Nadir left, after removing the manpower that had been lost in the mountains, Attis still had more than four thousand people. Charge together at this moment, that murderous aura is shocking.

Without any accident, the army directly rushed into the manor, but there were only a few hundred inside the manor. The contrast of power made the battle situation extremely clear.

In this extremely disparity in contrast, the knights on the opposite side gathered in one place, blocking the intersection and resisting, hoping to block the advance of Attis and others.

Seeing that the other party chose to rally and resist, instead of fleeing while defending his lord in the dark, Artis also breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, the most difficult thing in this battle is not to defeat the enemy, but to prevent the enemy from escaping.

If the opponent chooses to flee immediately when he finds Attis, Na Attis will have a headache instead. After all, if the opponent flees, the news of the arrival of Attis and others may be learned by the major lords in the Brooke Principality. At that time, they will face a dilemma.

However, when the opposing knight chose to play, the situation could no longer be reversed.

As the battle progressed, the knights were killed under the siege of the army, with a **** color.

Seeing this scene, faintly, someone behind him wanted to escape, but he was surrounded by the well-prepared Attis.

After a while, as the battle ended, Bazel walked up to Attis with a little blood.

Behind him, a nobleman was tied up, his mouth covered.

"His Royal Highness, this is the local baron. Before he was going to escape, he was blocked by me." Bazel knelt down on one knee.

In response, Artis nodded.

"Bring it down and let the priests interrogate." He looked at the other person trying to speak, and said softly.

So under the other's unwilling eyes, Bazel dragged it down, leaving only a little blood on the spot.

Looking at the other person's back, Artis turned and looked in the other direction.

There, another battle is taking place.

Compared to Attis, the battle at Nadir seemed very easy.

The main combat power in the entire territory is in the lord's manor, and it is smashed by Attis. There are only ordinary guards in the town, and a few sparse knights.

And this person is a bit reluctant even to deal with the hidden priests such as Bill, let alone Nadir.

With the assistance of Bill and other priests, Nadir took down the town with no effort, and then quickly occupied various places under the guidance of the believers.

This is also the drawback of the knight's prevailing world.

In addition to professional fighters such as knights, other fighters and militias all need to be recruited in advance. Once they encounter an emergency, they will be too late to recruit, and they will be caught off guard.

"General Nadir, where's your Royal Highness?" After he completely occupied the town, Bill looked at Nadir in front of him and asked.

Behind him, several red-robed priests looked at Nadir eagerly, somewhat urgently.

"His Royal Highness took people to the manor, I must have succeeded at this time." Nadir looked at the many sacrifices in front of him, and said.

"However, with the end over there, the Lord tomorrow should come here to inspect."

In response, Bill and others nodded.

That night, with the assistance of many sacrifices and believers, Nadir sent people to completely control the entire town, and cleared out some gangsters who took the opportunity to make trouble, so that the town was restored to peace for a while.

It's just that, under this calm, a little bit of murderous atmosphere is enveloped.

On the second day, Artis will bring people to the town.

At this time, after receiving news that Attis was coming, countless people were waiting in front of the town.

At the forefront, there are Nadir and Bill, and some officers, but more of them are some sacrifices. Some of them are dressed in white robes and some are red, but they all wear special emblems for sacrifices. Serious.

Among these people, there are old and young, the old are like old people, and the young are only more than a dozen years old, but they all have a look of fanaticism and piety, watching the front closely.

When the figure of Attis appeared in their eyes, everyone's hearts suddenly shocked, as if something was pulling their minds in the dark, making them tremble.

In their perspective, in front of the young man with extraordinary handsome eyes and faint golden eyes, a divine power that is thousands of times larger than them is brewing, fluctuating, and an incomparably pure natural aura is faintly surging, imitating Like a supreme will sleeping in its body.

The more powerful the sacrifice, the more you can feel.

In the sense of Bill's yellow robe sacrifice, in front of Attis, a boundless divine power that conquered the world and suppressed the world was permeating, with the terrifying natural divine power, it made his mind shake and he couldn't help himself.

In response to the zealous gazes of many sacrifices, Artis quietly walked forward, and as the distance got closer, everyone's feelings became clearer.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Artis looked at a corner suspiciously. Under the supernatural induction of the gods, it seemed to feel a somewhat familiar gaze faintly.

And in the corner that Attis looked at, an old man stood alone, alone, looking a little lonely.

It was an elderly man, wearing a somewhat torn red sacrificial robe, holding a crude and crude but exuding pure light on top of the emblem, his arms trembled with excitement.

He stood there, combing the traditional hanging hair of the Northland tribe, looking very lonely, just staring at Artis in a daze, with faint tears in his eyes, with persistence and determination.

"Tree God!" He muttered to himself, looking at the handsome and compelling Attis in front of him, in the faint, he seemed to see the towering ancient tree in his heart.

Following his thoughts, a little light of pure faith spread to Attis's heart following the inspiring sense.

In the dark, a scene emerged in front of Attis.

It was a day decades ago, the scene when he just woke up.

At that time, he had just awakened, and because he was eager to restore his divine power, Manifesto called the people of that tribe to come and worship, and successfully condensed the natural **** position, and took the first step after awakening.

At that time, there must be this old man among the people around him.

He watched this skinny old man, above his head, a little light of pure and incomparable faith emerged, and a firm will was embedded in it.

From this will, a faith that will never hesitate even if he fell into the abyss, even if he died in another country, was lightly reflected on the line of his faith, and it was continuously conveyed to the spirit of Attis through a certain connection. Among.

Feeling this will, Artis looked at the emblem in the old man's hand.

The Divine Emblem looks very crude and simple, yet it exudes a gleam, which is extraordinary.

This is also due to the reason. At the beginning, because of the difficult conditions, the first batch of the emblems were made very rough, far less sophisticated than the later ones.

This old man was one of the first batch of sacrifices. Later, in response to Attis' oracle, he abandoned his tribe that had survived for countless years, and resolutely came to the southern city-state to preach to this day.

In the southern city-states, there are many sacrifices like him.

Attis turned and looked to the sky.

At this time, under a certain unique induction, above the northern land, a little bit of hot light gradually lit up, a little bit of firmness, and a persistent light flickering, continuously flowing into his back and turning into his most solid. Backing and cornerstone.

Feeling this scene, Artis couldn't help sighing, the originally stable spirit was trembling, and a faint emotion surged into his heart.