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Chapter 211 Temporary Peace

The three gods of war who descended were unexpectedly crushed to death by the enemy, and the surrounding crowd dropped their jaws in shock.

Even those single-handed strongmen gradually stopped fighting in the shock of this incredible scene. The paladins looked excited, while the Crusaders camp showed sadness and fear.

There is no way, even the big bosses above can't do it, so how can we fight next?
As the last god among the three gods this time, Akrate, the god of victory, felt his heart tense when he saw his younger brother who came down with him be killed on the spot.

He knew very well that although he was indeed stronger, facing such a ferocious enemy, it was probably for him to get triple kills.

So Akrate coughed, his whole body was dazzling, and he put on the ostentation of a true god, and said majesticly:
"Mortal, you are very good!"

"Are you interested in joining our God of War? You have the potential to become a God of War..."

"I'll add your sister! Let's go!"

Without giving him a chance to finish his words, Aiwen didn't say anything wrong at all. He got close and slashed his neck with a sharp knife, instantly interrupting his subsequent solicitation.

Of course, it is also possible that it was deception. After all, he is a weak divine power, so what can he use to recruit a quasi-demigod, just relying on words?
"Human legend! I remember you!"

After saying the last words, the head of the God of Victory was torn apart by someone with a backhand knife, and instantly turned into ashes and dissipated completely...

Well, everything is clear again...

(Ewen: Hey, why did I say again?)
All three war gods were wiped out, and the morale of the crusading army suddenly collapsed completely, without the slightest fighting spirit.

But the difference between elites and cannon fodder can be clearly seen at this time. Even in this extremely bad situation, these professional soldiers did not fall into chaos. Instead, after looking at each other, they focused their attention on the hunters. On the Demon Duke.

They are all waiting for the commander who can really make a decision to make the final choice.

Should we continue to carry on, or should we admit defeat, retreat temporarily, avoid the enemy's terrifying edge, and then make long-term plans?

Obviously, even though the Demon Hunter Duke was extremely unwilling to hold on to his ancestral sword, he was still very rational after all.

"We retreat!"

After gritting his teeth and making this decision, he pushed away the guards who were surrounding him faintly in the center, strode up to Ai Wen, and looked at the man who killed three descending gods in one breath without fear. Alien legend.

He knows the rules.

Nothing can be done without paying a price, and the price he paid for his willingness to admit defeat this time was himself.

Looking at the stubborn old duke, Aiwen raised his eyebrows and raised his hand. Amidst the exclamation of countless people, he volleyed away the legendary sword.

Seeing the ancestral sword being robbed, the Duke's lips moved subconsciously, but finally he sighed from the bottom of his heart and didn't say anything.

The winner has the right to get everything. This is the biggest rule in the world!

Come in high spirits, leave in disgrace.

The 4-strong army did not wait for the subsequent 200 to arrive, but lost a total of nearly a thousand scouts, more than 40 temple knights, more than [-] priests, ten senior professionals, one grand knight, and... most importantly After his commander, the Demon Hunter Duke, quietly withdrew.

Because it was a civil war, Aiwen did not stop them from retreating, but only locked up the Duke who voluntarily stayed as the price for provoking the war.

After all, whether it is for the subsequent spread and development of the Holy Light, or for Lilith not to be cut off from her own race, he can't do too much.

Theocracy is theocracy, and kingship is kingship.

The nobles are essentially not the same as the gods that Aiwen is destined to become the mortal enemy, and cannot be confused, even if they are racial gods.

Of course, although this wave of enemies has retreated, this is obviously just the prelude to a new chaos that is about to begin.

After all this tossing, the belief in the Holy Light has been completely exposed in front of various temples and even gods.

For the most fundamental benefit of belief, the gods will not let go of the lion leader, Aiwen and the paladins. The follow-up blows and conspiracies will inevitably cover their heads in an endless stream.
Although I am a little sorry for the suffering native humans, there is no doubt that Ivan is grateful for this war between humans and orcs.

If the real foreign enemy, the orcs, were not watching from the sidelines, it would even directly cripple the kingdom's conventional combat effectiveness.

Not only will it be difficult for the Lion Territory and Holy Light Faith to expand as crazy as they are now, but they will also endure the oppression of more hostile forces.

In other words, as long as the orcs don't fail completely, a group of people dominated by the Temple of War and the Temple of Death will not be able to mobilize all the energy of the entire human race to crush them and kill the Holy Light at the initial stage of incomplete development.

As long as there is no large-scale interference, given the current terrifying development speed of the territory and the ever-changing spreading ability of the Holy Light.

It is estimated that when the war is really over, it may be decided which of the various temples and the forces of the Holy Light will be stronger!

In any case, the civil war is temporarily over.

The coalition forces of all parties in the west have failed. Without other foreign aid, it is estimated that they will not come to tease the lion leader again for a long time.

And taking advantage of this rare gap, Ivan started to do things again

——He plans to open up the ocean map!
The capture of Quintbe reminded someone that the vast ocean world of Silithus was also a whole new area in which he could do his best.

Although the sea area of ​​the Silithus plane is not like the earth, it is wider than the land. On the contrary, the sea area is smaller than the land area, but it is an extremely vast three-dimensional area after all.

There are a large number of special products, countless races, kingdoms, and most importantly, new markets waiting to be explored!

In the case that the consumption power of the major human kingdoms has been greatly reduced due to the war, opening up a new market is already a problem that Aiwen has to solve before his eyes.

If the channel of the ocean can be opened up, then there will be a new dumping place for the piled up materials in the Netherworld, and there will be no need to wholesale them cheaply to profiteers in the plane.

After all, the loss of profits is also terrifying.

Moreover, the old lich recently sent him a message, saying that several plane chambers of commerce actually planned to take advantage of the situation and wanted to lower the already extremely low purchase price by another [-]% after seeing that the human war situation was not good recently!
I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is, so I’m looking for death!
Aiwen really can't spare time to deal with them now, and wait to deal with the post-war issues of the Lion Territory at hand, especially those temples, priests and believers who originally believed in various gods in the territory, try to solve it, don't leave a single ticking time bomb.

After that, someone has made up his mind to grab him in the star world!
Let the Plane Chamber of Commerce know that even if they run into the void of the astral world, as long as they think about it, someone can take care of them!
(End of this chapter)