Belief In The Kingdom of God

With a loud bang, the city gate was opened from within, and Bazel looked at the city gate that opened instantly, without hesitation, and rushed in with someone.

Inside, he looked at the knight who fell on the ground and the priests standing in place, and nodded clearly.

Although he was very worried about the influence of the sacrifices, he still had no doubts about their power and support for Attis.

"My lord!" At this time, Kkus, who was covered in blood, came out, with an iron-blooded courageous temperament, which surprised Bazel.

"My lord, our sacrifice has already caused chaos in the city, please come with me!"

"Please lead the way!" Bazel said while looking at Kkus, sensing the divine power in the opponent's body.

At this time, the city was in chaos. The knights of the prince and the sacrifice of the **** of nature, as well as the private soldiers of the nobles and some rascals who took advantage of the chaos, made the city chaotic.

Seeing this, there was a faint commotion in the army that had surrounded the inner city.

Kezel, who had been desperate, looked at this scene, his face was uncertain for a while.

Although he has the will to die in his heart, he also has that consciousness. But in the final analysis, no one is willing to die if they can live, so seeing the chaos below, even if it is not necessarily the friendly army, there is still joy in my heart.

"His Royal Highness, should we take the opportunity to rush out?" Beside him, Rurill said, somewhat eager to try.

"No!" Kezel flatly refused: "At this time, the city gate is definitely the fiercest place for the two sides to compete, and we may not be able to rush out!"

"Ruriel, go down and save Gedil now, don't worry about the others!"

Ruriel nodded and went down to the army.

And below, at this moment, Koris looked at the commotion in the rear, somewhat stunned.

"My lord, the second prince sent someone out!" said the adjutant on the side.

He turned his head and looked ahead. A team of knights in the inner city suddenly rushed out and headed towards Gedil, who was struggling to support under the siege at this time, seemingly to be rescued.

He sneered: "Let him save! As long as you don't escape outside the city, the result will be the same!"

"Let our people evacuate, let's go to rescue Your Highness first!" He said so, appearing very decisive.

And in the front, the frontal impact is beginning.

"Brook's Guards, come on to me!"

The eldest prince looked at the raging group of attendants ahead, his face pale.

Following his orders, soldiers in armor stood up beside him. Everyone carried a solemn and iron-blooded breath. The vindictiveness on his body was faintly fluctuating, although it was not as neat and orderly as the opposing army. , But it seems more sturdy and iron-blooded.

This is Brook's royal guards. Strictly speaking, everyone is a child of the royal family, with the blood of the ancestor god.

There are only eight hundred of them, but they have an extremely powerful advantage.

As the order was given, the sound of a little horse's hoof gradually came, and everyone had a horse, even in the city. At this time, all of them charged, and suddenly swept down with a terrible aura.

To tell the truth, in the city, the knight is actually not easy to use, but the place is just flat and wide, but it gives the prince this opportunity.

After the two intersected, the guard regiment led by Bazel was suddenly upset, but it was barely maintained under Bazel's command and did not break apart.

Seeing this scene, the prince frowned: "What a powerful soldier."

Judging from his experience in the army for many years, the army that was rushed by these knights in the front and that could not be disintegrated on the spot was indeed very few, and it was already an elite.

He was about to order the knight to continue the attack, but there was a sudden noise from the outside world, and soldiers in vine armor stepped into it, but Nadir arrived.

Suddenly, Bazel was overjoyed and counterattacked vigorously.

For a time, the prince's army was severely suppressed, batches of sacrifices were wielding divine arts, and the warriors were running horizontally and horizontally, besieging the prince's side.

"The prince, there are too many enemies, retreat!" Beside the prince, Koris, who had been late, knelt down on one knee and advised him.

"Can't retreat! If you retreat at this time, you will lose!" The prince said calmly, not at all moved by the unfavorable situation in front of him.

"Corris, call the rest of us, and I will personally lead someone to rush in!" He said so, with cold eyes in his eyes.

"His Royal Highness should care about yourself first!" A voice came from behind.

Suddenly, he was startled: "Who!"

In a corner of the battlefield, a thin figure gradually approached, with a handsome face.

"Kokus! Is it you?" Seeing this man, the prince's face suddenly sank, looking at the figure walking in the distance. So.

At this time, many unexplained doubts in the past were solved. He looked at the heroic Kkus in front of him and said: "You opened the city gate?"

However, in the face of the prince's inquiry, Kokus just smiled, his natural divine power oscillated slightly, and he didn't mean to explain to him at all.

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On the other side, in the inner city that seemed a little silent at this time, a shrine and an old priest walked in it.

This is Brenda, who had healed for the king, and his image has changed drastically at this moment.

At this time, he was wearing a cyan-gold high priest's robe, his hair was trimmed, and he looked very energetic. And on his seemingly old body, a powerful vitality is flooded, and the natural elements entangled in his body are clearly visible, which makes it impossible to ignore.

He walked quietly in this magnificent temple. Under his induction, the originally clean and tidy statue was filled with blood, as if countless souls were cursing and resenting every moment. .

This is the curse and resentment of living beings on the verge of death. Although it has long since passed away, its resentment remains under this strange environment, which is frightening.

"Hey..." Feeling the resentment of countless souls around him, the old man couldn't help but sigh softly, and then looked forward.

There, a figure gradually appeared, wearing a black robe, but it was Quetzal, the high priest of the Principality of Brooke.

At this time, he looked at Brenda in front of him with a cold face: "I should have thought of it, it turns out that all of this is you."

At this moment, he also figured out a lot, including the sudden death of the king, and the sudden detachment of control.

However, at this moment, he calmed down, looking at Brenda in front of him, in the dark, he seemed to feel a powerful force that transcended mortals flowing in the other's body.

"Which ancestral **** are you a sacrifice?" He looked solemn and looked at Brenda in front of him.

"Ancestral God?" Brenda gave a mocking smile: "How can I make sacrifices to the Cthulhu."

This attitude made the other party suddenly sneer: "Forget it, why should I talk so much to a dead person."

"Just look at how the evil **** in your mouth sent you to die!"

He laughed, a dagger in his hand violently cut his hand, and a little blood sprinkled on the altar in front of him.

Suddenly, the altar shone fiercely and became crimson. In the faint, there seemed to be a manic and powerful will gradually awakening, releasing its boundless power.

A little bit of blood was rising, gradually spreading, and then condensed into an armored warrior in the upper air.

This warrior was wearing armor and was ten meters tall. He looked extremely tall. A powerful force spread out unscrupulously, with traces of madness in his eyes.

"Hahahaha!" The high priest laughed frantically, looking extremely crazy in Brenda's pitying eyes below.

In his eyes, the Cthulhu in front of him carries a powerful evil chaotic power, and as soon as he appears at this moment, under a certain connection, it immediately deeply affects the other party.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw the opposite Quetzal suddenly scream, with incomparable fear and incomprehensibility in his eyes, wailing in bursts.

At the same time, the body of the ancestor **** on the opposite side kept shrinking.

Another moment, Quetzal opened his eyes sharply and looked at Brenda.

At this time, his eyes had become red, with a **** brutality, a powerful majesty, and a powerful force.

Being rushed by this power, Brenda snorted and looked at the high priest who had changed in front of him, with faint jealousy in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, the high priest gave him an interesting look: "Mortal, you are very good."

"Able to stand under my majesty, you are much better than this trash."

He looked at Brenda with a hint of playfulness in his eyes: "Are you interested in being my sacrifice? Everything in my principality can be obtained by you."

"Wealth, strength, power, beauty...I can give you everything you want, how about?"

However, upon seeing this scene, Brenda sighed softly and did not reply.

Under the traction of the dark, in his arms, a verdant branch suddenly brightened, and a faint light gradually radiated out, with vitality.

Seeing this branch, the high priest whose body was invaded by the ancestor **** was taken aback, and then the change began.

Under his gaze, a powerful and majesty suddenly appeared, and it was crushed down with the mighty power of the world, and a gleam of light dropped gently, with the boundless murderous intent and extremely powerful essence, to suppress him.

"No!" At this moment, he suddenly yelled, and his whole body couldn't help shaking frantically, feeling the extremely powerful crisis, and he couldn't believe it.

In the next second, a blood-red chaotic aura suddenly exploded, violently opposing the realm of a little natural essence that was suddenly pressed down above, and an extremely fierce brilliance broke out, covering this place.

As if for a moment, and as if after a long time, everything was gone. Only one branch was left on the field. It looked green and verdant, with vigor and vitality. Among the branches and leaves gently rippling, a little blood-red power was suppressed by it. ,draw.