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Anjisen saw Artis come out of the hall alive, with a surprised expression: "I thought you were dead."

He did not participate in the beheading operation this time, so he survived.

Such a terrifying scene can be seen from a long distance, as if there is a giant standing above the city, slapping down with a slap.

The entire land shook because of this, and it seemed that the gods punished them because of their anger.

Then, they lost contact, and everyone believed that Artis and others were sacrificed in this operation.

He also continued to command this war as the temporary Grand Hierarch.

This little setback will not make them succumb to the heretics, but the faithful believers will go on more firmly.

Atis showed a smile on his face, with a bit of evil spirit, and said reverently: "Because of the blessing of the Lord, I have a new life!"

An Jisen's pupils trembled slightly when he heard this, and he knew what it meant. When a group of irrational humans can ignore death, they will completely become a group of lunatics.

Death is a constraint and a rule for human beings. It makes human beings think twice before doing something dangerous and maintain a certain degree of reason. No one will accept death safely.

And that's true.

Artis changed his clothes again, put on a spare prosthesis, and said lightly:

"Continue to execute the beheading operation."

Angison reminded: "That monster should still be there, guarding the cathedral of the Postnatal Sect."

Artis smiled and said proudly:

"So what, but this time I'll do it differently."

Then, he organized his manpower and rushed to the brightly lit city not far away again overnight.

Artis's assassination methods have long been known throughout the southern continent. Countless patriarchs, nobles, and military officers died in his hands. Before the war, they also habitually executed beheading operations, trying to get rid of the enemy's leaders, and then suppressed them. Sexual wars for perfect victory.

Also relying on this method, in the early stage of the war, the foreign teachers achieved remarkable victories and once annihilated the main force of the church army.

The style of the night is biting, and there is still unclear light snow, wrapped in the wind, blowing on the face, and releasing heat after melting.

After hearing the news of Artis' resurrection, the atmosphere among the foreign teachers was also extremely enthusiastic. If the gods could protect them from the threat of death, then there would be nothing to be afraid of, not to mention that the faithful believers would for the sake of the church, for the Lord, To die without hesitation.

"They are like tortoises, no matter how we bomb them, they won't come out!"

The captain of the Holy Spirit Artillery Team, Francis said grumpily.

Artis's expression remained unchanged: "Suppress them, suppress their aura, so that they will become weak on the battlefield."

They have more than a hundred of the latest artillery pieces from Myron, which have a super long-range range and high accuracy. They stand on the top of the wilderness and continue to bombard the cities occupied by the Postnatal Cult.

For several days, the sound of artillery fire continued.

The artillery is extremely powerful, and blessed with blessings, even if a werewolf with strong vitality is shot in the middle, his body will be destroyed.

Artis led hundreds of people past the artillery position, his figure disappeared into the night, and he moved towards the city secretly.

"Everyone in the Postnatal Sect thought I was dead, so they would definitely relax their vigilance. Now is the best time to attack." Artis said to the members of the secret group who were wearing night clothes and light armor behind him.

Pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the dark night, like bats in the dark night, watching the enemy's actions.

Such an explanation is irrelevant in the first place. The secret group is the most loyal believer, and his orders will be carried out unconditionally.

But he also felt that it would be better to explain it clearly, so that everyone can know that even if it is death, such an action is not meaningless.

at the same time.

Su Changxing didn't go ashore. He felt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at this continent. Once he went ashore, he might be discovered by the gods behind the church. Hiding in a ghost ship and playing by ear is a good choice.

He and these gods naturally came to the opposite side, just because of the competition for belief, there were more than one god, at least three, and he had probably seen two of them.

The **** who spread the plague in the empire, and the **** whose body part descended on Syndegar, and one who spread his flesh and blood in the world, was eaten by Earl Mel.

His strength is still far from the domain of the gods, and he is certainly not the opponent of these gods, but in this world, those gods can only interfere indirectly.

As long as all traces of this world belonging to those gods are removed, then they will not be able to infect this world.

Su Changxing also realized a very important point. If these gods only need faith, there is no need to be attached to such a world, but in other worlds, there is no trace of these gods.

No matter in Blue Star or other worlds, there is no trace of gods.

According to the information obtained from the eighth dimension, the gods have been sleeping long ago, and have not shown their traces for a long time, except for a few powerful righteous gods who give some information from time to time.

In this world, the gods are still active.

These gods are more like being imprisoned in a certain place, only accessible to this world, and need faith.

What kind of existence can imprison so many gods in one place?

The stronger the strength, the more doubts there will be. After reaching a certain level of wisdom and reason, people will not understand more, and what is more important is information.

Everything in the world has an internal connection and an internal information connection, which is also the principle of the operation of the data eye.

He saw the huge monster hidden above the city. It seemed to be a demon, but its blood was very impure.

This is also one of the reasons why it is able to gain a foothold in this world. Real demons simply cannot exist in this world.

Gods understand the structure of rules better than any creature, so they also know how to avoid the restrictions of rules.

This also leads to the fact that even if they are forbidden by this world, they can still interfere in this world through various methods.

Artis led the people quickly approaching the city, as if sensing the approach of Artis and others, the monster above the city gradually separated from the illusory plane, condensed in the real dimension, and a phantom silhouette appeared.

No one in the city noticed it, including Artis and others. Although they looked at the sky from time to time, they couldn't see through the cover of the gods at all. They could only see the dark, starry sky.

Artis soon encountered a group of patrolling guards, and the two sides collided head-on and fought.

Artis showed a terrifying power, far superior to ordinary people. It seems that after this rebirth, his power is stronger than before. Even a musket is difficult to penetrate his body, and he only needs to use the palm of his hand. Easily knock the opponent into the air, and recklessly harvest the enemy's life with the blade in his hand.

What Artis brought was the elite of the church, all of whom were very strong.

They quickly resolved the battle, left the scene, and rushed to the cathedral taught by the afterlife.

But this kind of movement has already alarmed other patrols in the city, and they rushed here one after another.

The strange thing is that these patrols did not approach Artis and others, but surrounded the nearby area.

When Artis saw this scene, he felt familiar. It seemed that it was a similar situation when he came here before.

Looking into the sky, a huge palm with long black hair came down to them from the sky. The sharp nails glowed coldly in the dark, and the palm grew bigger and bigger until the shadow covered all the nearby blocks. cover.

Accompanied by frightening roars and the smell of fear spreading wantonly in the air, they could only watch helplessly as their palms fell towards them and their legs stopped in place, as if they were frightened stupid!

At the same time, Su Changxing also saw the face of the monster clearly. It was a huge werewolf with long black hair, and its scarlet eyes echoed the bright white moonlight.

This is a horrible creature that shouldn't exist.

[Fear Werewolf: Tier 4, the incarnation of fear, a creature raised in the shadows by the gods, condensed with hatred and resentment.

Once you see it in the dark, just close your eyes and wait for death. 】

Su Changxing stood on the platform of the ghost ship's mast, set up a black and white sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger the moment the werewolf made a move. The bullet pierced the dark night sky, flew hundreds of miles away, and hit the werewolf's wrist first.

The werewolf's palm was severed from the wrist, and a blazing flame burned brightly, illuminating the entire night sky.

Everyone in the city looked at the night sky, at the burning, holy flame, and at the huge ugly monster that was revealed.

"God bless us!"

With a frenzied look on his face, Artis shouted and led the people to kill in the direction of the cathedral.

More than ten kinds of blessings fell from the sky at the same time, covering them, including the blessing of shadows, making them disappear from everyone's sight and approaching the church secretly.

Since Su Changxing came here in person, it meant that he was going to kill and end this war with his own hands.

War is always accompanied by interests and various purposes, but its destructiveness is often beyond expectation.

If this continues, the entire southern continent will probably be smashed to pieces. People are the foundation of faith, and if too many people die, the loss outweighs the gain.

The blazing flames became more and more intense, wrapping around the werewolf's entire arm, and a fox's face emerged, screaming.

It is the Blazing Demon.

However, it is no longer a real demon, but a part of Su Changxing's belief. It lives in the belief, can be condensed by the belief, and appear in the dimension of reality.

After Su Changxing completed his promotion, these four demons have become part of his belief.

Chaos and faith have a certain homogeneity. They seem to be two completely opposite forces, but they tend to be unified after tracing their origin.

Only the form of existence is different.

A large number of beliefs of the All Beings Sect came together from all over the world, breaking through the barriers of belief of the Postnatal Sect in one fell swoop.

It is completely suppressed in numbers and has an absolute upper hand.

A vision appeared in the dark night sky, and there was a sun shining through the clouds, just like day and night.

"Aw!"

The figure of the blazing demon suddenly grew larger as the flames blazed, exerting force, and threw the werewolf to the ground. Two huge monsters rolled twice in the ruins.

now.

In the church of the Housheng Sect, it looked like it was in full battle, and the air was full of chills.

"The executioner is approaching here, as long as he dares to enter here today, he will never return!"

The pope holding a golden scepter stood on a high place and said loudly that although he is the new pope, his majesty is the same. With the authority bestowed by the gods, anyone can become the pope.

"Yeah?"

A rhetorical question came from directly above.

A figure in a black robe hangs upside down from the ceiling of the church.

Then two, three, four.

No one knew exactly how these assassins taught by all beings entered here, and they fell from the ceiling one after another, rushing to the Pope's position.

This was an aboveboard assassination without any cover-up.

The Pope snorted coldly, and waved his hand, many soldiers around him grew in size in vain, tearing off their clothes and armor, revealing a body wearing long black hair. They were werewolves with ferocious faces. Full of desire to destroy.

The Pope is the leader of the Postnatal Sect, and it can also play a role in stabilizing and cohesive beliefs. Killing him can push the Postnatal Sect into the abyss.

The shadow glides through the crowd, swiftly and lightly, without being obtrusive.

The danger message is real.

Finally, the Pope found something, and looked back abruptly, the scepter in his hand formed a silver spear, which was stabbed fiercely into the ground.

A mechanical arm protruded from the ground, grabbed the silver spear with one hand, and Artis poked his head out from the shadows, climbed out, and stabbed the Pope with a slender sharp blade in the other hand.

All this happened in an instant, and none of the church soldiers around could react, let alone stop it.

For Artis, moving in the shadows was easier than eating and drinking, and it was naturally a breeze to break through the blockade of so many people.

The pope opened his eyes wide, and saw the two sharp fangs protruding from Addis's mouth, like sharp blades, as if trying to blind people's eyes.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and held up the scepter in his hand, a powerful force field spread around him, bouncing Artis away, including the church soldiers around him.

"Just relying on you, a monster? Don't even think about it!" The pope roared, and the red flame ignited the scepter in his hand, forming a long spear more than ten meters long, and piercing it towards Artis.

At this moment, he was endowed with unparalleled divine power and possessed power beyond reality.

Battles between churches are always unexpected, and it is impossible to imagine what means the other party will use in the next moment.

The upper limit of strength does not depend on the person, but on how caring the gods behind him are.

Artis was thrown into the air, and then hovered lightly in the air, spreading a pair of black wings behind his back, like the wings of a bat magnified countless times.

The power accumulated in his blood was activated, a terrifying power erupted, and he grabbed the flaming spear that was penetrating.

The heavy force collided in the space, causing shocks, the walls of the church cracked inch by inch, and the glass of the surrounding windows shattered at the same time, splashing onto the ground.

The Pope recognized that this was a vampire, a creature that lived in the shadows like a werewolf, and was not surprised. He had seen related records in the church's epic.

at the same time.

The members of the secret group who followed Artis showed their original appearance, spread out pairs of black wings, and showed their slender fangs to fight among the crowd.

Among the foreign teachers, Artis is not the only Shadowblood, the entire secret group is composed of Shadowbloods, some of them are not real Shadowbloods but have accumulated Shadowblood bloodlines, and at some point they will be real Outbreak, transformed into a shadow blood race.

Whether it is a shadow blood race or a werewolf, they are all transformed by humans. They are affected by chaos and become immortal monsters. While gaining power, they also lose their identity as humans.

Artis collided with the Pope, his sharp claws pierced the Pope's chest, and pulled out his heart with one hand.

At the same time, he was pierced through the abdomen by the flame spear, and the flames continued to burn his flesh and blood, emitting a large amount of white smoke.

Both sides seem to be losing out, and no one has benefited.

But Artis was no longer a human being, and this injury was not a serious problem to him. Just as he was about to tear the Pope's body apart with both hands, the church shook again, and the east wall burst open, revealing a long Mao's huge calf, burning with a white flame.

It was a broken leg of the Dread Werewolf.

It seems that the blazing demon has the upper hand, but it is actually because Su Changxing supported him with a lot of faith.

Standing on the mast, Su Changxing watched the scene quietly, everything was still under control.

After being promoted, his control of faith has risen to a higher level, and he is fully capable of confronting epic creatures like the fear werewolf head-on.

If we really want to compare, the fear werewolf may be stronger than Wanfang back then, but his strength was suppressed in this world, otherwise, just standing there, this continent would have been devastated.

"Mortal, you are blaspheming the gods!"

"You will fall into the point of no return!"

"Retreat now, I promise you will be forgiven!"

…

All kinds of nonsense babbled in his ears, and Su Changxing looked up at the sky, knowing that it was the voices of the gods who were warning him.

Of course, he will not retreat because of this. He continues to control the blazing demon and cannibalize the body of the fearful werewolf. He has already gained the absolute upper hand, and victory is only a matter of time.

On the other side, Artis killed the pope, and led people to evacuate the city in the chaos. Due to the disturbance of two huge monsters, no one stopped them at all.

Some things are meant to be.

When Su Changxing came here, he was already doomed to the demise of the Postnatal Sect.

The size of the blazing demon is getting bigger and bigger, gradually surpassing the size of the fear werewolf, wrapping around its body, absorbing the nutrients from the flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, Su Changxing also relaxed a little. After all, the opponent he was facing was a god, and he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. He was even ready to evacuate this place through the illusory plane at any time.

"It's nothing more than that." He sighed, feeling that even an epic-level creature like the fear werewolf might seem powerful, but the upper limit is here.

Jin looked into the depths of the black sea, glanced sideways at Su Changxing, and reminded, "Someone is coming."

The slight sound of water flowing came from a distance, and then became clearer and clearer, as if it was sliding by the ear.

Su Changxing also looked in that direction for the first time. It is not a coincidence that the people appearing here at this time, and most people can't see this ship at all, and the other party is obviously running towards them.

It was a small wooden boat, very stable in the waves, rowed by a man with a black hood, and the boat moved towards them.

Faster than it looked, and approached in the blink of an eye.

"Your Excellency shouldn't be here."

Under the hood was a pair of old faces, with one eye blind and the other cloudy. The man looked at Su Changxing and said in a calm voice.

This is an Extraordinary, a Tier 4 Extraordinary, and also a player.

This was the way Su Changxing saw the fourth-order Extraordinary except Hongjun, who was like a cloud of fog floating on the sea, which might dissipate at any time.

[Mist God Envoy: Tier 4, controls the distorted power, is separated from the essence of human beings, and exists without aging or death. 】

angel...

Su Changxing sighed, and probably knew the purpose of the other party's coming here: "So you came to fight with me, for the sake of those gods... You have such a powerful strength, there is no need to succumb to them."

The Misty God Envoy stopped what he was doing, dewdrops were sliding on the leather coat on his body, and it shone with a cool halo. He moved very slowly, with a smell of decay. He gave Su Changxing a meaningful look, then lowered his head again, indifferently said:

"When you cross the line, mortals should behave like mortals, instead of trying to get beyond their own power to gain power beyond their control."

"That would be messed up..."

"Get out of here. I'll just pretend that nothing happened. I'm a lot older and I don't want to meddle in my own business."

"Get out of here, out of this world!"

The words were not so forceful, even feeble, but vaguely filled with infinite pressure, with a taste of undeniable refusal.

Before Su Changxing could speak, Jin smiled strangely and cursed, "None of your business! This is not your house, we can go wherever we want."

Makes sense.

Su Changxing didn't speak, but just looked at the other party quietly, with an obvious attitude, and now that things had come to an end, he would definitely not back down, and even if he backed off, those gods might not be willing to let it go.

The Misty God Envoy squinted at them and sneered: "If that's the case, then I'll offend you. God-stealer, you've gone too far!"

"Your behavior has offended the gods all over the sky!"

It seemed that there was a cold wind blowing, and a layer of icicles formed on the dark sea. He walked to the bow and looked up at the stars in the sky.

Su Changxing was not at all surprised by the appearance of the other party. In the long time, there will always be some powerful human beings, among whom there are probably not a few who succumb to the gods.

Mortals are mortals after all.

Gods are gods after all!

Su Changxing only asked one question: "How many are there?"

The God Envoy of Wuxing didn't evade either, with a smile on his face, he said without hesitation: "Like the stars in the sky, they are more than what you can see and imagine."

He can't remember exactly how long it has been, the world has changed in the long years, and he has seen all kinds of creatures, among which the powerful ones are even comparable to gods, but so what?

He felt that Su Changxing should succumb, just like him.

"What's going on now?" Wuxing Divine Envoy asked again.

Su Changxing said calmly: "There are more than I imagined, and it's not surprising."

Wu Xing Shenshi laughed out of nowhere, his smile was bright and lively, and he seemed to be a few years younger.

There are high-pitched singing voices gradually rising with the waves, like thousands of blades arranged up and down, row upon row.

Su Changxing has always only thought that the so-called gods are just more powerful creatures, because he already has them and has a deep understanding.

The so-called faith, the so-called church, including the gods themselves, was nothing but a great deception, in which he smelled fraud.

It was frightening, no one knew what was hidden under the cover of that layer of tulle.

Su Changxing's body was separated and shattered bit by bit by the night wind, like gravel, collapsing on the decayed splint.