Bright Era

Now it is not just the matter of Nightmare and Azinu, the **** of soul Thord and the **** of the sea and several of the main gods of the Azur protoss, they have also joined the siege of Azinu. With Nightmare as the main attack, Thorder and others supported them from the outside, and Azhul and Sanhua Tianmai struggled to support them in the siege, but according to the current situation, they would undoubtedly be beheaded on the spot.

There was a **** wind in the arena, the gods fought to death, and from time to time high-level gods fell. And their deaths in battle will set off a terrifying soul impact in the hearts of their believers. From time to time, millions of believers will kneel to the ground crying, crying and fainting on the spot.

On the battlefield of the Eastern Subcontinent, such a scene can be seen at any time.

Either it’s a frenzied attacking army of the Temple of Heaven, or a rebellious believer of the Myra Sect. From time to time, there will be large tracts of believers who suddenly let go of their weapons and knelt to the ground crying and crying. A considerable number of them will After fainting, the more devout people are, the stronger the soul impact they will receive.

Especially those fanatics, when the gods they believe in fall, their souls will directly disintegrate on the spot.

Therefore, if a **** with sufficient status and influence falls, there will be hundreds of thousands, millions of soldiers fighting bravely falling to the ground. The enemy on the opposite side will let out a high-pitched roar into the cloud, raise the sword without the slightest pity, and behead the opponent crying to the ground on the spot.

Different from ordinary fighters, all the believers who were able to participate in this raid were carefully selected elites. Their strength was very strong, and their killing speed was naturally much faster than ordinary fighters. So as long as there is a believer of the gods who knelt down and cried, they would basically be beheaded on the spot if they couldn't survive too much time.

On the battle line that stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, millions of people are just a small wave in the war that has swept across the entire eastern subcontinent. They were swallowed up in one bite before they were lifted. Human lives have never been so cheap. They are like animals in a slaughterhouse, kneeling on the ground, crying, and then being killed without resistance.

Occasionally, there will be such a wonderful scene, that is, the two armies that are fighting, the gods they believe in suddenly fall at the same time. The soldiers of the two armies with hundreds of thousands and millions of them would cry at the same time and knelt to the ground, twitching and groaning. On the battlefield with a radius of hundreds of miles, millions of people knelt on the ground face to face and shed tears. The scene was cruel, but it was indescribably funny.

Just as the war was in full swing, Lin Qi, with the help of Haiji and Mu Lin, discovered that the church army secretly hiding in the southern waters quietly dispatched. A large group of gods of the Vishnu clan surged onto the deck, looking at the eastern subcontinent coastline with great excitement.

During the War of the Ancient Gods, the gods of the Vishn clan fought in the West, and they had no chance to come to the East.

After the War of the Primordial Gods, the gods hurriedly divided their belief territories, and after occupying the territory, they fell into a deep sleep. These gods of the Vishish tribe did not have the opportunity to come to the east to appreciate the exotic customs.

But today, when the gods of the Tianmiao and the gods of the Mila sect entered the **** arena to fight in blood, the Vishites finally had the opportunity to set foot on the eastern territory. And their visit this time is not to visit, but to grant death and destruction to this land.

"Miss Mu Wei's oracle is not to be disobeyed!" The strongest Lord Vishnu snarled in a cold voice: "The death of Lord Mudel is suspected by any god! As Miss Mu Wei has the sharpest hand The sword, we must eradicate all suspected gods! No matter who they are, as long as they can assassinate Lord Mudel, they must die!"

The gods of the Vishnu clan showed weird smiles, and they liked such oracles.

As a vassal race of the God of War, the gods of the God of Vishn have never been too lazy to make sense. They are unwilling to waste their brains to waste their saliva. They prefer to use knives and swords to convince the enemy, they only trust their knives and swords. For them, the so-called morality and truth are how much blood the enemy shed after a sword is cut down!

If the enemy only sheds a drop of blood, then you have no reason at all.

If the enemy sheds a large pool of blood, then you have a lot of truth.

If you kill the enemy with a single sword, then there is no doubt that the truth is in your hands, and what you say is truth!

"The God of Destiny, Theram, is useful occasionally!" Another main **** of the Vishite clan laughed loudly: "The most merciful Theram, the safest Theram legion, and the most life-saving Theram. Although he is already a joke, there is no doubt that he is useful sometimes. It's really strange. How did he know that Nightmare's hand has that strange arena?"

The main gods of the Vishish clan were discussing this question that puzzled them for many days. They were accustomed to using brute force to solve the problem, and they really couldn’t understand some of the magical powers of Therum-why he knew **** gladiator Does the field exist? Why did he foresee in advance that Nightmare would use this strange artifact to wipe out all the gods of the Mila Sect?

It's really hard to understand!

However, as the fleet got closer and closer to the coast, the gods of the Vishnu clan closed their mouths. Those complex issues that make their brains ache, save them for later discussion. They clenched their swords, raised their shields, and when the huge ship was still several miles from the coast, they jumped onto the coast.

Now it’s time to speak with swords, other things, considering too complicated issues, it’s not the strengths of the gods of the Vishnu clan.

With the sound of a sharp horn, dozens of clergymen of the Myra Sect led a large group of indigenous warriors to rush over. They had already learned that in the far north, the army of believers in the Temple of Heaven had invaded the holy Myra Territory. Therefore, all the clergy of the Myra Sect in the entire eastern subcontinent were prepared for battle with fear.

When the siren sounded, the brigade preparing for the war immediately clashed out. But a flash of golden sword light flashed, and the thousands of indigenous warriors and all the priests who rushed out suddenly stiffened and stayed where they were.

After a long time, a line of blood spurted from the necks of these indigenous warriors and clergymen, and then a pillar of blood rose into the sky, rushing into the air against their heads. A lower **** of the Vishnu clan swung a sword, and cleanly killed all the creatures in front.

In a tribe near the coastline, tens of thousands of indigenous women and children all spurted blood and fell to the ground. All the livestock and insects within a radius of several tens of miles fell to death on the spot, and even the flowers, plants and trees collapsed. The murderous intent contained in this sword has wiped out all lives within dozens of miles.

"Toward the lair of the Myra Sect!" The strongest Lord Vishnu laughed: "Kill all the people you saw along the way! Anyway, we are a group of dead people, we are on the battlefield of the Primordial God War The Gods have already fallen, so we don’t need to fulfill the meaningless covenant of the gods! It is not allowed to shoot to the believers of other gods? What a stupid promise!"

The gods of the Vishnu tribe laughed with joy, the giant warships in the rear landed one after another, and millions of strong men jumped off the deck of the ship, forming a neat array with the fastest speed. Without wasting a word, under the leadership of the many gods of the Vishnu God Clan, this amazingly powerful church army rushed towards the headquarters of the Mirage Sect with the fastest speed.

It is not only the headquarters of the Myra Sect, but also the entrance to the sleeping space of the Gods of the Myra Sect. Some of the sleeping gods, as well as the treasure house hidden in the crevices of the space, are the important tasks of Mu Wei for these gods-as far as possible to kill the gods enshrined by the Milo god, and then all their Resources were looted.

The gods of the Vishish clan have all fallen in the Primordial Gods War, so no one knows who stabbed the gods of the Myra Sect from behind. For Mu Wei, Mudel's death is always a thorn in her heart. She wants to eliminate all possible suspects, and those gods must pay the price.

On the top of the Tianmiao sacred mountain, in the most important core area of ​​the Tianmiao, the blood-stained long sword in Alan Du's hand is slowly being drawn from the body of a golden giant spirit. Hundreds of powerful Tianmiao gods fell down beside him, all kinds of gods' blood stained the ground.

There was a strange fragrance in the air, and there were more delicate and graceful voices. Those were the gods of the Yanling Protoss who were killed by Alan Du. After they were killed, they would turn into a ray of colorful light, a fragrance, and a clear sound. The fragrance around Alan Du was extremely strong, almost condensed into substance, at least nearly a thousand gods from the Protoss were killed by him.

Among the gods of the Tianmiao, the population of the Yanling Protoss was originally extremely sparse, and being killed by Aran Du in this way was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Yanling Protoss.

Looking around indifferently, Alan Du whispered Lin Qi's order: "Kill, looting, take away all valuable things!"

With a light snorted, Alan Du slashed out with a sword, and a dark golden gate suddenly appeared in front of him. The air rolled gently, and the door was forcibly pulled out of the void by Governor Alan, but he was struggling desperately, trying to escape back into the void. Alan Du shook his head and pressed his hands on the huge portal with a strong push. Suddenly countless fires burst from the dark golden portal. With a dull roar, the door was forcibly opened by Alan with violence.

Alan Du, who was about to enter the gate, suddenly stiffened. He raised his head, glanced toward the south, and then muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Vishu? Do they also want to take advantage of the fire?"

"Then, when I finish my work here, I will join in the fun too!"

"Sack, take away all valuable things, this of course also includes the treasures of the multi-armed secret demons!"

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