Into another world with Naruto

Some people were dissatisfied when they heard this kind of guarantee, but they immediately saw a pair of cold eyes like long knives unsheathed staring at him, as if they would immediately disappear after saying one more word. Only then did they remember that Jiu was the leader here. The super magic god, not these people, was like being poured down from head to toe by a basin of ice water, and all his words disappeared in an instant.

Saint-Joyaf suppressed everyone's objections with a fierce look, smiled and replied to the sky: "There is no better way than this, I will do as you say."

Now that St. Joyce has made a decision, no one can change it. Even if they are not convinced, they can only dare to be angry in their hearts and dare not speak out. They are convinced that as long as they say one more word, death will definitely come.

"Thank you for your generosity, you will be favored by destiny."

Everyone's eyes were like sharp blades, slashing at Hermes, who was protected by the divine light. Lucky guy, the three gods were dead, but he didn't expect that this half-disabled man survived.

The smile on Hermes' face that had survived the desperate situation disappeared at some point. Instead, he looked like he was begging for death, which made the strong men present confused. Wasn't this being saved?Is life more painful than death?

Hermes pursed his lips and made a final struggle, but seeing a circle of strong men who would immediately blast him into pieces as long as he didn't speak, Hermes spoke with difficulty: "I am the God of Assassination." I swear by my priesthood that every day from now on, if I seek revenge on every life present today without permission, I will be burned at the stake for 1 years."

"This oath is witnessed by all gods, witnessed by all living beings, and witnessed by endless planes."

When Hermes finished speaking, his voice echoed between heaven and earth, and an invisible force shrouded Hermes' body at the edge.

Hermes was covered, as if the last bit of strength had been drained from him. His dejected look made him realize the reality. A majestic god was actually forced by a group of mortals to swear an oath to save his life.

What a shame, what a shame! ! !

Uncontrollable murderous intent emerged from the bottom of his heart. Hermes wanted to kill everyone who looked at him with strange eyes. However, as soon as the murderous intent appeared, a halo of imprisonment created by heaven and earth was cast on his soul. .

"Zi la~ Zi la"

The sound of squid grilling on a hot plate that only Hermes could hear made him scream in pain.

This is the power of swearing by the priesthood. Even the slightest dissatisfaction in the heart will cause the oath to backfire. The burning of the soul can only be regarded as a slight punishment. If the hatred in the heart turns into action, then the fire of the soul will burn from the inside out. , there is no way to extinguish it, and it will take a full 1 years to extinguish it.

"what"

Hermes rolled in pain in the air, and all means had no effect on the pain of the soul.

"I am not dissatisfied, I am not dissatisfied, I thank you, you are my savior, you are good people, I am a bad person, I am a bad person..."

It hurt so much that even the god Hermes couldn't resist. His half-broken body kept talking about the kindness of the strong people around him, in order to brainwash himself and forget about hatred.

"May fate favor you."

The divine light disappeared, along with Hermes who was screaming in pain inside, leaving behind the devastation and strong men of the two races on the ground.

The gods on the battlefield either died or left, and the war was officially declared over.

The God Hunting Plan was completed, and the death of three gods was obtained at the minimum cost. This plan can be said to have achieved unprecedented success.

But when the gods passed away and the plan ended, the strong men of the two races who were fighting side by side just now coincidentally separated on two sides, and their cautious eyes kept scanning the bodies of their comrades.

Now, any small spark may cause a war between the two races.

The noble qualities that turn conflicts into friendship cannot appear in the two tribes. They and their ancestors have too much blood of each other on their hands.

This time, being able to plan a cooperation that the world could not imagine has reached its limit. Now the blood feud between the two sides reminds them whether they are going to fight again.

Saint-Joyaf threw two magical crystals casually, and the orc prince Laurian caught them with a bang, his face was very puzzled. He couldn't imagine that humans would share such treasures with the orcs. This was to support the enemy.

What's more, they killed three gods in total, and giving them two divine power crystals was giving them the bulk.

"Human beings are never stingy to their comrades. I hope this is the beginning of our friendly cooperation." Saint-Joyaf explained his behavior.

The orc prince Laurian directly threw over half of the body of the God of the Hills, "The orcs will not accept the benefits of humans, now we are clear on both sides."

Saint Joaph put away the body of the God of the Hills. It was not surprising that he was still so hostile to the orcs. If the blood feud between the two races could be resolved in a few words, the sages would have finished it long ago before he could say it.

"Let's go. Enough blood has been shed by the warriors of the two races. There is no need to add more." Under the premise that humans clearly had the advantage, Saint-Joyaf hesitated several times but failed to be cruel.

You must know that a quarter of the elite troops of the Orc Empire are here. If these orcs can be left here today, the strength of the Orc Empire will definitely be greatly reduced. This has countless benefits for mankind, but Saint Joya still cannot aim his butcher knife. The comrade just now.

Perhaps because he is not a professional soldier, he cannot do anything for victory. He is just a spell caster who has spent his whole life studying magic. He cannot give an order and ruin the precious lives of countless soldiers for unnecessary things.

Today, using the lives of tens of thousands of warriors as bait to catch the gods has reached its limit. Looking at the corpses on the ground made St. Joyce extremely sad. This was the most difficult decision he had made in his hundreds of years. I know that when they made the plan to hunt the gods, the maximum number of deaths they could withstand was [-].

With the temptation of the Holy Sword, coupled with the fight between the two strong men, and the blood flowing everywhere, no god can resist such a good opportunity and not weaken the strength of the two races. According to the predictions of the think tank, when [-] humans die in the battle, , when more than three people in the eighth-level field died, the probability of the gods taking action was almost [-]%.

Unexpectedly, only [-] people were killed in the battle, and not a single strong person died. The gods could not bear it anymore. Compared with humans who are good at forbearance, these guys who became gods were blinded by their arrogance and forgot the laws of the jungle. , hunters will also prey on other creatures.

"It's time for us to return to the plateau and multiply. When our children can wield swords, that's when we go south again."

The Orc Prince Laurian also expressed his deepest apologies to the fallen Orc warriors. They did not fall on the heroic and invincible path forward, but fell in their plot. Every Orc warrior must be for greatness before dying. The God of War Campas and the great Orc Empire, thinking of this, Laurian felt extremely sad. Conspiracies and tricks are not the evil methods that the Orcs should play. It is their true nature to face thousands of sufferings with openness and chest.

"Let's go back to our plateau, that is our home."

The orc prince Laurian had tears in his eyes, feeling extremely guilty for the death of every warrior. They fell under the sword of humans, rather they fell under his orders.

He hit his chest with his fist and shouted to the 30 soldiers,

"Kempas!!!"

"Campas!"

The voice of shouting the God of War resounded throughout the wasteland, which was the best way to motivate the orcs.

The orcs didn't understand what happened, and the large army went back without taking action. Except for the [-] wolf cavalry and [-] bear warriors, the other soldiers were just on a trip at public expense. As for the tens of thousands of orcs who died, they were not remembered.

In the billowing smoke and dust, 30 orc warriors left in the distance with the sound of joy. Compared with the previous battles, only a few people died this time, which was definitely a good thing.

After watching the orc army leave, the strong humans set their sights on the City of Hope under the leadership of Saint Joyaf.

"We will die." The ancient blue dragon Sicomach was even more frightened than facing the forbidden curse. The reputation of St. Joya's ninth-level magic god was not spread out, but was killed from the sea of ​​​​blood from the corpse mountain. He can deal with everyone. A human being shows the greatest kindness, but to foreigners, he is the greatest executioner and the greatest devil.

Especially with the group of top players behind him, Scomach felt that death had never been so close.

"Girl Feilin, tell Li Xi and Feimo that I will only give them an hourglass time. If they can't arrive, the City of Hope will disappear forever."

Kindness is only given to one's own people, while cruelty is only given to enemies. St. Joyce obviously doesn't like this small city in the wilderness. The whole city is filled with a disgusting atmosphere. Human beings do not need this kind of city.

There are two princesses and some humans in the city, and St. Joyce does not have any compassion.

"Chief Sir, Li Xi and sister are on their way back. Please wait a moment. We will definitely give the empire an explanation. We have no intention of occupying the Holy Sword." Feilin knew what kind of existence these people in the Palace Mage Group were. They are the patron saints of mankind, but they are also the gods of death to their enemies.

"An hourglass does not allow for provocation. I did not take action directly for the sake of the late Emperor." Saint-Joyaf snorted coldly. The whole sky was shaken. No one dared to say another word under the pressure of the God of Dharma.

Cang Ye and Breed showed their reluctance, but after Saint-Joyaf spoke, they could not change anything.

Feilin's face turned pale, and everything she did was useless when facing St. Joan of Arc.

No one said anything about their escape. Facing the masters carrying the pressure of killing gods, their resistance was like cheese resisting a sharp knife, with no strength, hesitation, and fear.

Time passes by second by second, and they are all top experts. They don't need to look at the hourglass to understand time. They can accurately judge the passage of time as long as they perceive the changes in space.

Saint-Joyaf closed his eyes and tapped his fingers rhythmically. Against the backdrop of hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the city, he was holding the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people.

As soon as the sun turned a corner, Saint-Joyaf opened his eyes, coldly and ruthlessly, and directly issued a judgment to the hundreds of thousands of lives in the city, "The time has come."