Belief In The Kingdom of God

As the ancestral **** was suppressed, his soul body was absorbed by the branches and turned into a little pure source to nourish this branch, making it look more and more verdant, as if it had just broken away from the subject.

This is a branch of the ontology of Attis. It was given to Pope Grama several decades ago and became a sacred object of the church. At this point, it was invited out.

And with the passing of the ancestor god, in the distance, Attis, who was commanding the battle in the army, was slightly taken aback.

Under his induction, at this moment, the source power that had been entwined all the time around suddenly moved, and a little bit of source power with a **** murderous meaning filled the surroundings.

He looked in front of him, and the golden pupils in his eyes condensed slightly.

I saw on the battlefield, killing all around, a little bit of blood flying, like a rain of blood.

From the extraordinary perspective of the gods, as each soldier was fighting bravely, the surrounding world was also continuously affected by it, and a little bit of killing source power filled it.

Being in this environment, Attis felt that a blood-red divinity suddenly condensed and formed, and at a speed that amazed him, he was absorbing the killing source power that was full of surroundings and rapidly growing.

"This feeling, killing..." Artis murmured, sensing the faint fluctuations in the true spirit, a blood-red divine trembling slightly, a little familiar.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the faintly similar feeling of throbbing when the priesthood of nature was condensed back then.

He looked up at the sky, and saw that in the distance, a powerful luck with a thick **** resentment had been completely broken at this time, and above his head, a little black energy was gradually rising.

This is calamity, but also cause and effect, representing a kind of sin. Although it is still very weak at this time, as Atis sweeps the entire world, it will become deeper and deeper after more killings are made.

But after this cause and effect, a star was faintly flickering, and a little destiny seemed more and more profound.

Seeing this scene, there was a glimmer of enlightenment in Artis' heart.

"Yes, the priesthood is originally a personality condensed from the bottom of the gods themselves and the heavens and the earth. It is not only a personality, but also a mission and responsibility."

He thought of the faint echo of the world when he condensed the priesthood of nature, and he understood.

"The person of nature, to a certain extent, actually represents the maintenance of the world order."

"This world is completely decayed in nature. When it is on the verge of extinction, I naturally look forward to salvation. That's why I can condense the priesthood of nature so easily by virtue of the essence of the gods. Because this represents the expectation of world consciousness. Get the blessing of the world in the dark."

"If I were in an undamaged world, I would like to condense the natural priesthood at the time, I am afraid it would not be so easy."

"And this time I was reincarnated, in essence, it was actually just to overthrow it, drive out all the corruption in the world, and make it redeem. Of course, this is also in line with the general trend of the world, and naturally can also be blessed by world consciousness. Even, condense the personality."

"If you change it to a fairy-xia novel from the previous life, it will kill the robbery, drive out the chaos, and regenerate the world. Naturally, you will have the power of the world."

He thought about it in his heart, and a touch of gold in his eyes became more and more obvious with his thoughts, which seemed very majestic.

At this time, below, the battle gradually ended.

A figure fiercely stepped forward and knelt down in front of Attis.

"Your Majesty, Brook's prince has been killed by me!" The man said in a calm voice, with scars on his body.

As the sound fell, his hands jerked up, and a head was lifted by him, which was frightening.

It was the head of the prince, looking hideous and terrifying, with a trace of disbelief in his eyes, as if he didn't expect to die like this.

"Kokus, good job." Artis nodded, with a trace of appreciation on his calm face, then looked at him and said: "Where are the others?"

"Corris, the former knight commander of the Principality of Brooke, is still stubbornly fighting ahead. At this time, he has been besieged by the adults, and the other knights are also constrained by our sacrifices and surrounded by the army." Looking at Attis, Kkus is not. Hesitating way.

"As for the second prince and others, they are now besieged in the inner city, they are already surrounded!"

As his words fell, above his head, a huge light of faith was oscillating slightly, and a divine power that was on the verge of a third-level high priest gradually spread out.

Seeing this, Artis couldn't help but admire him, and said, "Follow me!"

Arriving in the front, in a military formation, knights fought hard in it, waves of fighting spirit and divine power fluctuations lit up from time to time, breaking the ground to pieces.

At this time, they were still in the city, and the opponent's home court, so the knights relied on the familiar terrain, and they used the terrain to fight against the people. For a while, Attis's men suffered heavy losses.

Seeing this, Artis couldn't help frowning, and then looked straight ahead.

There, a knight in armor with a firm complexion was rampant, and his life was plundered under the giant sword in his hand.

And beside him, several yellow robe sacrificials are holding him back, making him still unable to get out of trouble.

"Bazel!" he shouted after looking at it.

"Take the head of the opposing prince to persuade you to surrender, and if you refuse, immediately strangle it with a crossbow."

Following the order, Bazel took the prince's hand to persuade him to surrender, and suddenly stunned a large group of knights, somewhat disbelieving.

However, after seeing this first level, although a large number of people chose to surrender on the spot, there are also many people, but they are even more crazy because of this, seeming to want to avenge their prince.

But for these people, Bazel did not hesitate to get the instruction of Attis. After an order, countless bows and crossbows were sent together, bringing countless arrows shining with the brilliance of divine magic to fly forward, plundering a piece of land. life.

Seeing this, some people hurried to the deeper alleys and other places where the crossbows were not easy to play, and then continued the street fighting with Atis.

As an individual gradually flees or surrenders, the number of people present gradually becomes rarer, and in the end, only a few knights such as Coris remain.

"Do not surrender!"

"Do not surrender!"

A loud roar spread around, and with a soft sound, the giant sword in Corris's hand was captured by a sacrifice, and then several swords were pointed at his body. As long as he had a little abnormal movement, he could make him Die immediately.

Seeing him like this, Artisze immediately moved forward and looked at him lightly.

"What a young lord!" Seeing Atis, Corris was shocked and he couldn't believe it.

But then, Artis lowered his head and looked at Corris below, a pair of golden eyes reflected a cold color: "Don't surrender!"

Following his inquiry, in an instant, a corpse million, blood-flowing killing power came out, and it hit Corris's heart fiercely, making his heart tremble, as if he felt the most extreme Fear.

"I, I, would..." In the end, under the gaze of everyone around him, he lowered his head and said with no blood on his pale face.

With the surrender of Corris, the city's work of persuading the surrender was taken a step further.

Corris was originally the knight commander of Prince Brooke. In the army for more than ten years, his prestige was even higher than that of the original prince. At this moment, after he persuaded him to surrender, the knights who had resisted fiercely surrendered one after another. Si easily divided into his hands.

In the end, after a day, the chaos gradually subsided in the city. Under the fierce suppression of Attis, some local ruffians and the like who took advantage of the chaos in the city were all suppressed. Only a few knights who have not surrendered are still resisting in the hidden place, appearing very weak under the search of the **** of nature in the city and the worship of the believers.

A few days later, after Attis completely cleaned the city, Kkus once again walked on the road to the palace.