Chapter 563
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The roar of the high priest just now has something special. It is a warning to the surrounding area of the invasion of the highest foreign enemy.
They have not issued such a warning for a long time, the last time when nuclear missiles are about to be bombed.
However, in the last time, they took a crazy dispersion among millions of people, taking it as the quality, dispersing into the vast space, and there was no holy land.
In this case, the nuclear missile that has lost its valuable bombing target can only return after a short distance, so it has to suspend its attack.
But now, a completely strange faith force has come here, and he will never think that this is a friendly exchange.
In the fanatical eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers, there are more and more martial arts masters in the sky, and soon they gather to more than 50. Layers of powerful shield and aura cover a square of sky.
The warning sign in the high priest's heart was relieved a little. He led the martial arts group and the troops gathered from below to fly to the center where the red light converged.
It was a beautiful, Round faced woman with the racial characteristics of a yellow goblin, with a power of faith he had never seen before.
At this time, they were surrounded by the army, but there was no fear. Instead, they looked at them with interest, as if they were looking at the fish on their own chopping board.
"Who is your highness?"
The high priest flew in and looked at the faces of more than 60 strong martial arts masters around the baby waterbird. He didn't do it immediately.
His heart was shaking. The church with so many powerful martial arts teachers should never be unknown. But why didn't he have any information before?
The baby waterbird and sixty-two people behind him put their hands on their chests and flew to the sky with their eyes equal to those of the high priest.
In the eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers, two pairs of sharp bloody sword wings slowly unfolded, more than eight meters long.
"My Lord's name is the God of blood."
Among the sixty-three four winged Blood Angels, there are illusory scenes of all living beings praying, covering the sky, driving away the power of storm belief around, leaving only a blank space in the statue of storm God.
A will of blood, killing and cleaning the world slowly swept through the hearts of all the people present, which made them fear and instantly know the doctrine of the God of blood.
“…… Strange gods... "
The holy power inside the body was shaken by the creaking high priest, who barely raised his head and roared: "this is the domain of my lord storm God, the angel of strange gods. Do you want to start a war?"
The martial arts masters around were shocked to find that the number of these Blood Angels was only about ten more than them. After gathering together, they showed the realm only saints could have!
There is no field, strength is completely different.
No matter how many, if there is no array to integrate the forces, they will be sublimated and qualitatively transformed into mole ants.
With his roar, great changes finally took place in the huge statue in the center of the temple.
The sea of faith like mountains and seas began to gather, and the surrounding air was heavy as iron, and an unknown force of terror was waking up.
"My Lord! My Lord
Hundreds of thousands of believers at the bottom were excited and ecstatic. They knelt down and prayed to the sky. A closer feeling appeared in their hearts, and they had a little more understanding of storm belief.
Baby waterbird's face became very dignified, ignoring the roar of the high priest, mobilizing all the strength of the field to focus on the statue slowly waking up.
She could feel that a huge will completely beyond the limits of the primordial friars was coming through layers of space.
“…… Roar Humble unbelievers... "
Boom!
In a trance, it seems that I saw endless light, endless heat, and groups of mushroom clouds rising without seeing the boundary, which blew up the coming majesty will, and could no longer care about the battlefield here.
"Unbelievers who steal the power of the gods, you will be judged by the gods, and your souls will be burned to ashes by the flame."
The impending will to withdraw, a wisp of sea blue magic power flew to the baby waterfowl, in her wings can not be refused to outline the storm mark, there is a faint aura of terror.
But in the end, all the visions disappeared. There were only 63 four winged Blood Angels, such as baby waterbird, and martial arts class enemies such as the white faced high priest.
The high priest said solemnly, "if you leave now, you will be free from God's punishment for a while, and your soul will fall into the abyss."
There was no response to the bluff.
The illusory field of Blood Sword slowly unfolds, surrounding them, limiting their holy power and isolating their escape space. The meaning is obvious.
"Fight for the Lord! Kill the angel of the false gods
The high priest's face showed madness and determination, the scepter danced, and three sea blue hurricanes came from the sky and tore at the surrounding blood sword fields.
The endless light of faith spread on more than 50 martial arts masters around them, greatly increasing their strength and defense."Kill!"
More than 50 martial arts masters roared like meteors of different colors to the surrounding sea of blood swords, and a large sea of clouds was shaken.
It is true that it has caused some effects. Under their desperate attack, half of the Blood Sword fields are destroyed, and some of the Blood Angels' mana is consumed.
Baby waterbird looked at them coldly, and the dark red sword Qi composed of 63 beliefs condensed into a sword prison, which shrouded more than 50 dead fighting martial masters.
In the sword prison, the sword spirit is like a tidal wave. The three sea blue hurricanes are first cut off by the waist, and then scattered in the air by the tearing peak.
The more than 50 martial arts masters who launched the charge broke their weapons and their shields were quickly eroded under the cover of the faint red sword. Just as the bright meteors of various colors just rose, they fell to the ground, mixed with powdered flesh and blood.
After three breaths, only about 20 people were left wrapped up in the territory, including the scarred high priest.
"Angel of the false gods, don't you think..."
The high priest, with all his hair and beard, roared at what he wanted to say.
But a huge sword Qi composed of ten sword Qi chopped him and his solemn and stirring words into pieces.
The rest of the martial arts masters felt cold in their hearts.
"All right."
Baby waterbird looked around at the remaining 20 or so martial arts masters and said, "is there anyone who is willing to abandon the false god of storm and change to the great God of blood? You can live. "
As priests and paladins who truly believe in the gods, their power is given by God. Basically, it is impossible to betray. The moment of betrayal is the moment of death.
Unless there are gods of the same rank or above willing to accept them, keep their souls and renew their power.
However, these remaining people are not like this. They may be believers, but their strength composition is not the power of faith, but the self-cultivation, which is similar to a kind of physical strength of fighting spirit.
"Heresy, you don't want to..."
"We Ellens would rather die than surrender, and would..."
With these words, which may seem solemn and stirring to others, but totally insensitive to the blood angel, the number of people rapidly reduced to only 16.
The rest of the martial arts masters looked left and right, shivered and knelt on one knee under the silent blood angel's gaze:
"we are willing to convert to the great God of blood!"
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The roar of the high priest just now has something special. It is a warning to the surrounding area of the invasion of the highest foreign enemy.
They have not issued such a warning for a long time, the last time when nuclear missiles are about to be bombed.
However, in the last time, they took a crazy dispersion among millions of people, taking it as the quality, dispersing into the vast space, and there was no holy land.
In this case, the nuclear missile that has lost its valuable bombing target can only return after a short distance, so it has to suspend its attack.
But now, a completely strange faith force has come here, and he will never think that this is a friendly exchange.
In the fanatical eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers, there are more and more martial arts masters in the sky, and soon they gather to more than 50. Layers of powerful shield and aura cover a square of sky.
The warning sign in the high priest's heart was relieved a little. He led the martial arts group and the troops gathered from below to fly to the center where the red light converged.
It was a beautiful, Round faced woman with the racial characteristics of a yellow goblin, with a power of faith he had never seen before.
At this time, they were surrounded by the army, but there was no fear. Instead, they looked at them with interest, as if they were looking at the fish on their own chopping board.
"Who is your highness?"
The high priest flew in and looked at the faces of more than 60 strong martial arts masters around the baby waterbird. He didn't do it immediately.
His heart was shaking. The church with so many powerful martial arts teachers should never be unknown. But why didn't he have any information before?
The baby waterbird and sixty-two people behind him put their hands on their chests and flew to the sky with their eyes equal to those of the high priest.
In the eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers, two pairs of sharp bloody sword wings slowly unfolded, more than eight meters long.
"My Lord's name is the God of blood."
Among the sixty-three four winged Blood Angels, there are illusory scenes of all living beings praying, covering the sky, driving away the power of storm belief around, leaving only a blank space in the statue of storm God.
A will of blood, killing and cleaning the world slowly swept through the hearts of all the people present, which made them fear and instantly know the doctrine of the God of blood.
“…… Strange gods... "
The holy power inside the body was shaken by the creaking high priest, who barely raised his head and roared: "this is the domain of my lord storm God, the angel of strange gods. Do you want to start a war?"
The martial arts masters around were shocked to find that the number of these Blood Angels was only about ten more than them. After gathering together, they showed the realm only saints could have!
There is no field, strength is completely different.
No matter how many, if there is no array to integrate the forces, they will be sublimated and qualitatively transformed into mole ants.
With his roar, great changes finally took place in the huge statue in the center of the temple.
The sea of faith like mountains and seas began to gather, and the surrounding air was heavy as iron, and an unknown force of terror was waking up.
"My Lord! My Lord
Hundreds of thousands of believers at the bottom were excited and ecstatic. They knelt down and prayed to the sky. A closer feeling appeared in their hearts, and they had a little more understanding of storm belief.
Baby waterbird's face became very dignified, ignoring the roar of the high priest, mobilizing all the strength of the field to focus on the statue slowly waking up.
She could feel that a huge will completely beyond the limits of the primordial friars was coming through layers of space.
“…… Roar Humble unbelievers... "
Boom!
In a trance, it seems that I saw endless light, endless heat, and groups of mushroom clouds rising without seeing the boundary, which blew up the coming majesty will, and could no longer care about the battlefield here.
"Unbelievers who steal the power of the gods, you will be judged by the gods, and your souls will be burned to ashes by the flame."
The impending will to withdraw, a wisp of sea blue magic power flew to the baby waterfowl, in her wings can not be refused to outline the storm mark, there is a faint aura of terror.
But in the end, all the visions disappeared. There were only 63 four winged Blood Angels, such as baby waterbird, and martial arts class enemies such as the white faced high priest.
The high priest said solemnly, "if you leave now, you will be free from God's punishment for a while, and your soul will fall into the abyss."
There was no response to the bluff.
The illusory field of Blood Sword slowly unfolds, surrounding them, limiting their holy power and isolating their escape space. The meaning is obvious.
"Fight for the Lord! Kill the angel of the false gods
The high priest's face showed madness and determination, the scepter danced, and three sea blue hurricanes came from the sky and tore at the surrounding blood sword fields.
The endless light of faith spread on more than 50 martial arts masters around them, greatly increasing their strength and defense."Kill!"
More than 50 martial arts masters roared like meteors of different colors to the surrounding sea of blood swords, and a large sea of clouds was shaken.
It is true that it has caused some effects. Under their desperate attack, half of the Blood Sword fields are destroyed, and some of the Blood Angels' mana is consumed.
Baby waterbird looked at them coldly, and the dark red sword Qi composed of 63 beliefs condensed into a sword prison, which shrouded more than 50 dead fighting martial masters.
In the sword prison, the sword spirit is like a tidal wave. The three sea blue hurricanes are first cut off by the waist, and then scattered in the air by the tearing peak.
The more than 50 martial arts masters who launched the charge broke their weapons and their shields were quickly eroded under the cover of the faint red sword. Just as the bright meteors of various colors just rose, they fell to the ground, mixed with powdered flesh and blood.
After three breaths, only about 20 people were left wrapped up in the territory, including the scarred high priest.
"Angel of the false gods, don't you think..."
The high priest, with all his hair and beard, roared at what he wanted to say.
But a huge sword Qi composed of ten sword Qi chopped him and his solemn and stirring words into pieces.
The rest of the martial arts masters felt cold in their hearts.
"All right."
Baby waterbird looked around at the remaining 20 or so martial arts masters and said, "is there anyone who is willing to abandon the false god of storm and change to the great God of blood? You can live. "
As priests and paladins who truly believe in the gods, their power is given by God. Basically, it is impossible to betray. The moment of betrayal is the moment of death.
Unless there are gods of the same rank or above willing to accept them, keep their souls and renew their power.
However, these remaining people are not like this. They may be believers, but their strength composition is not the power of faith, but the self-cultivation, which is similar to a kind of physical strength of fighting spirit.
"Heresy, you don't want to..."
"We Ellens would rather die than surrender, and would..."
With these words, which may seem solemn and stirring to others, but totally insensitive to the blood angel, the number of people rapidly reduced to only 16.
The rest of the martial arts masters looked left and right, shivered and knelt on one knee under the silent blood angel's gaze:
"we are willing to convert to the great God of blood!"
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
The roar of the high priest just now has something special. It is a warning to the surrounding area of the invasion of the highest foreign enemy. They have not issued such a warning for a long time, the last time when nuclear missiles are about to be bombed. However, in the last time, they took a crazy dispersion among millions of people, taking it as the quality, dispersing into the vast space, and there was no holy land. In this case, the nuclear missile that has lost its valuable bombing target can only return after a short distance, so it has to suspend its attack. But now, a completely strange faith force has come here, and he will never think that this is a friendly exchange. In the fanatical eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers, there are more and more martial arts masters in the sky, and soon they gather to more than 50. Layers of powerful shield and aura cover a square of sky. The warning sign in the high priest's heart was relieved a little. He led the martial arts group and the troops gathered from below to fly to the center where the red light converged. It was a beautiful, Round faced woman with the racial characteristics of a yellow goblin, with a power of faith he had never seen before. At this time, they were surrounded by the army, but there was no fear. Instead, they looked at them with interest, as if they were looking at the fish on their own chopping board. "Who is your highness?" The high priest flew in and looked at the faces of more than 60 strong martial arts masters around the baby waterbird. He didn't do it immediately. His heart was shaking. The church with so many powerful martial arts teachers should never be unknown. But why didn't he have any information before? The baby waterbird and sixty-two people behind him put their hands on their chests and flew to the sky with their eyes equal to those of the high priest. In the eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers, two pairs of sharp bloody sword wings slowly unfolded, more than eight meters long. "My Lord's name is the God of blood." Among the sixty-three four winged Blood Angels, there are illusory scenes of all living beings praying, covering the sky, driving away the power of storm belief around, leaving only a blank space in the statue of storm God. A will of blood, killing and cleaning the world slowly swept through the hearts of all the people present, which made them fear and instantly know the doctrine of the God of blood. Strange gods... " The holy power inside the body was shaken by the creaking high priest, who barely raised his head and roared: "this is the domain of my lord storm God, the angel of strange gods. Do you want to start a war?" The martial arts masters around were shocked to find that the number of these Blood Angels was only about ten more than them. After gathering together, they showed the realm only saints could have! There is no field, strength is completely different. No matter how many, if there is no array to integrate the forces, they will be sublimated and qualitatively transformed into mole ants. With his roar, great changes finally took place in the huge statue in the center of the temple. The sea of faith like mountains and seas began to gather, and the surrounding air was heavy as iron, and an unknown force of terror was waking up. "My Lord! My Lord Hundreds of thousands of believers at the bottom were excited and ecstatic. They knelt down and prayed to the sky. A closer feeling appeared in their hearts, and they had a little more understanding of storm belief. Baby waterbird's face became very dignified, ignoring the roar of the high priest, mobilizing all the strength of the field to focus on the statue slowly waking up. She could feel that a huge will completely beyond the limits of the primordial friars was coming through layers of space. Roar Humble unbelievers... " Boom! In a trance, it seems that I saw endless light, endless heat, and groups of mushroom clouds rising without seeing the boundary, which blew up the coming majesty will, and could no longer care about the battlefield here. "Unbelievers who steal the power of the gods, you will be judged by the gods, and your souls will be burned to ashes by the flame." The impending will to withdraw, a wisp of sea blue magic power flew to the baby waterfowl, in her wings can not be refused to outline the storm mark, there is a faint aura of terror. But in the end, all the visions disappeared. There were only 63 four winged Blood Angels, such as baby waterbird, and martial arts class enemies such as the white faced high priest. The high priest said solemnly, "if you leave now, you will be free from God's punishment for a while, and your soul will fall into the abyss." There was no response to the bluff. The illusory field of Blood Sword slowly unfolds, surrounding them, limiting their holy power and isolating their escape space. The meaning is obvious. "Fight for the Lord! Kill the angel of the false gods The high priest's face showed madness and determination, the scepter danced, and three sea blue hurricanes came from the sky and tore at the surrounding blood sword fields. The endless light of faith spread on more than 50 martial arts masters around them, greatly increasing their strength and defense."Kill!" More than 50 martial arts masters roared like meteors of different colors to the surrounding sea of blood swords, and a large sea of clouds was shaken. It is true that it has caused some effects. Under their desperate attack, half of the Blood Sword fields are destroyed, and some of the Blood Angels' mana is consumed. Baby waterbird looked at them coldly, and the dark red sword Qi composed of 63 beliefs condensed into a sword prison, which shrouded more than 50 dead fighting martial masters. In the sword prison, the sword spirit is like a tidal wave. The three sea blue hurricanes are first cut off by the waist, and then scattered in the air by the tearing peak. The more than 50 martial arts masters who launched the charge broke their weapons and their shields were quickly eroded under the cover of the faint red sword. Just as the bright meteors of various colors just rose, they fell to the ground, mixed with powdered flesh and blood. After three breaths, only about 20 people were left wrapped up in the territory, including the scarred high priest. "Angel of the false gods, don't you think..." The high priest, with all his hair and beard, roared at what he wanted to say. But a huge sword Qi composed of ten sword Qi chopped him and his solemn and stirring words into pieces. The rest of the martial arts masters felt cold in their hearts. "All right." Baby waterbird looked around at the remaining 20 or so martial arts masters and said, "is there anyone who is willing to abandon the false god of storm and change to the great God of blood? You can live. " As priests and paladins who truly believe in the gods, their power is given by God. Basically, it is impossible to betray. The moment of betrayal is the moment of death. Unless there are gods of the same rank or above willing to accept them, keep their souls and renew their power. However, these remaining people are not like this. They may be believers, but their strength composition is not the power of faith, but the self-cultivation, which is similar to a kind of physical strength of fighting spirit. "Heresy, you don't want to..." "We Ellens would rather die than surrender, and would..." With these words, which may seem solemn and stirring to others, but totally insensitive to the blood angel, the number of people rapidly reduced to only 16. The rest of the martial arts masters looked left and right, shivered and knelt on one knee under the silent blood angel's gaze: "we are willing to convert to the great God of blood!" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
