Don't confiscate my citizenship

Today is December 2nd.

It is not a special holiday.

But this morning the entire southern continent will focus on the southernmost giant, the Krei Empire.

It has been confirmed by all parties in various countries that after experiencing a blood clan turmoil, the Krei Empire in the south not only did not bury its national destiny, but instead gave birth to a ninth-level strongman. Today, he will truly master the supreme power of the Krei Empire and ascend the throne.

At this juncture, the Krei Empire gave birth to a ninth-level national hero, which is undoubtedly shocking news for the allied countries in the war.

What is even more worrying is that Hecintos intends to continue the war started by Saint Bardo the Great unless the allied countries in the north are willing to negotiate with him.

However, the parliaments of the allied countries all understood that the Krewe Empire, as the aggressor and the dominant party, had no intention of surrendering under the leadership of Hecintos, and it was impossible for it to surrender halfway at this juncture. Instead, it would put forward more extreme conditions to let the allied forces exchange for peace.

If the agreement is signed, whether the Krewe Empire, which has absolute power, will abide by it in the future is one thing, but the price will inevitably be too high for them to bear, and they will lose their only current counterattack power in the future.

Since yesterday, some member states of the Kingdom United Parliament Alliance have expressed their intention to negotiate with the Krewe Empire.

…

Hetton Kingdom.

Ikerite in winter will not be very cold, even on such a morning.

Ikerite Academy Alchemy School District.

The clear stream beside the road, meandering, reflects the branches and leaves of winter trees, and is particularly quiet in this morning. Looking further away, the flower fields across the river are part of the Alchemy Academy System Botanical Garden, and are also a teaching and research base for bioengineering.

"Alas, there is no interesting news recently. The whole Ikrit Academy is dead..."

Lu Weixier held his hands behind his back, stepped on the stones in the stream, sometimes maintaining his balance, sometimes almost losing his balance, and staggered through the shortcut.

In addition to the magic recording camera hanging around her neck, she also had two work badges on her chest, indicating that she was a member of the Student Union and a reporter for the Hutton Times.

As the secretary of the Student Union, she usually did not go to the Student Union to work, unless the president was really short of staff.

Now there was no work at the newspaper, so she was so idle that she could only wander around the school.

One after another, the red brick and stone buildings stood there, engraved with the engineering secrets left over from the history of the Sage Academy.

Her figure stepped on the deep veins of the school and walked along the familiar road.

Now the front page headlines are all about war.

She didn't like it at all.

No one reads the news of a small reporter like her, and they were all squeezed into the corner.

This year, the atmosphere of Ikrit Academy is not as vibrant as it used to be at the end of the year.

Even tourists and residents passing by Ikrit Academy are rare.

Most Ikrit residents who come here for the first time will find this academy complicated and they can't find their destination after going around and around, but there are often enthusiastic students to help point the way.

However, Luvixil is already a third-year student and has long been familiar with the huge Ikrit Academy.

Luvixil thought and soon passed several important landmarks. The Jera Memorial Square is probably ahead.

Generally speaking, only this place will be a little more lively at any time.

Because there is an outdoor giant screen, everyone likes to watch it.

It was made by Jera Zelter, a magic craftsman who graduated from Ikrit Academy two hundred years ago. If you look carefully, you will find many of his works in the academy.

It seems that when Lanqi first came, Princess Vivian asked him about the magic craftsman Jera. As a result, Lanqi's answer was much more profound than the answers given by other art connoisseurs, which surprised Vivian. At that time, Vivian saw that Lanqi was not an ordinary person. Later, her brother Prince Enor was even better and wanted to be brothers with Lanqi.

"It's really a nostalgic Feng Shui treasure land."

Lu Weixi stopped and looked at the square that appeared in his vision.

Her lovely juniors, also known as the three bullies in the capital, attracted many teachers and students to watch every Shadow World Challenge in the Jera Memorial Square during the early period of the disease.

At this moment, the clock face hanging high in the Sage Academy clock tower leisurely pointed to eight o'clock in the morning, and the open-air giant screen in the square surrounded by the teaching building was showing the most important live broadcast of the day.

Because today's Krei's coronation ceremony may determine the situation of the future war in the southern continent, and even the direction of the next few years.

"Hesintos is not a good guy. They are clearly invaders, but he wants to continue fighting after he came to power."

The Ikerite students on the steps of the square discussed passionately.

"He may be an enemy to us, but he is a patron saint to the residents of the Kremen Empire. If they take the initiative to admit the fault of the war initiated by the previous emperor, then the Kremen Empire will pay a huge price, which will undoubtedly damage the empire. Hesintos's decision-making direction has always been the most beneficial option for the empire."

"And now, whether it is the war situation or the additional ninth-level divine realm strongman, they represent a great advantage. It is impossible for them to surrender voluntarily. From their decision-making point of view, the most correct thing is to fight resolutely."

"Do you think he will talk about morality to our kingdom? As the first military god, he agreed to this war. To us, he is a great sinner. He is just a hero of the Empire."

Listening to the students' discussion.

Levihill found a high seat at the far edge of the steps and sat down bored, holding his chin to watch the coronation ceremony of the Empire on the screen to pass the time.

"Anyway, these things will be written in the news tomorrow. It doesn't matter whether you watch it or not."

Levihill pouted and muttered.

War is a dirty game, and the winners are often dirty players.

From the fact that Hecintos can stand in this position now, there may be some shady means behind his success.

Levihill complained in his heart, holding his chin to look at the picture being broadcast on the outdoor giant screen.

...

South of the Cremorne Empire.

There was light snow in the capital Brillda.

After experiencing a catastrophe, the long-lost peace was finally found again.

Shortly after dawn in this historic city-state, a grand coronation ceremony was being prepared in full swing.

The faint golden sunlight passed through the gaps in the clouds and fell on the surface of the Grande River with the light snow.

The prosperity and beauty of this reborn heart of the empire are no less than any city along the mountains and coasts of the empire.

Today, the Cremon Empire will usher in a new leader - the hero who leads everyone to reveal the truth and stop the blood clan conspiracy.

"Have you heard? The Bloodbath Day was actually led by Saint Bardo the Great. In the past two days, more and more evidence of the past has been unearthed."

"Who doesn't know? The biggest beneficiary after the Bloodbath Day was neither the civilians nor the nobles, but Saint Bardo the Great's imperial power was more stable. The extremists either died in the turmoil or were finally executed. It's just that when Saint Bardo the Great was there, no one dared to discuss it like this, and no one dared to investigate it."

"It's different now. The liquidation of Saint Bardo the Great is the topic that conforms to the main trend."

People walking on the streets of the central city occasionally discussed it.

Whether at home or on the streets, people were talking about the upcoming event in groups of two or three.

Hearing about the more and more royal scandals of Saint Bardo the Great, combined with Saint Bardo the Great's performance on the day of the blood clan turmoil, the residents could not help but feel lingering fears. Fortunately, this fake emperor died, and the one who was about to take office was the people's leader and hero who truly saved them, Hecintos.

Regarding Hecintos's ability to pick up the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros, more people thought it was a fairy-tale miracle.

There are also a few scholars who believe that the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Cyros could not be picked up by someone without royal blood. Maybe Hecintos really has some royal blood, but he became a civilian because of some changes.

But no matter what, it cannot change the fact that today's boiling public opinion wants him to ascend the throne.

The empire needs such a strong, upright and reliable leader.

And according to Hecintos's performance since he took office as the first military god, he has always been very good to the people and will love the civilians very much, which makes the people more determined to support him.

Manhot District, the central city of Brillda.

The heroic statues stand solemnly on the Krewe Memorial Square, waiting for this unique and grand coronation ceremony.

The towering buildings and strong artistic atmosphere are spread in every corner of Brillda.

The Krewe Memorial Square in the center of the city-state is surrounded by white monuments and dark gray statues of the first generation of military gods with different styles.

After urgent repairs, the cracks on the face of the first generation of military gods have been repaired.

The coronation ceremony will be held in the most magnificent and top buildings in the center of Brillda-the Saint Astri Palace and the Krewe Memorial Square.

The mechanical troops have been cleaning and repairing for days to smooth out the scars of the battle, and the palace with the destroyed eastern barrier has magically restored its former glory.

The sun of the empire is rising higher and higher.

The ancient sundial covered with translucent fine snow on the memorial square is almost pointing to nine o'clock in the morning.

Before the coronation ceremony officially began, the square in front of the Saint-Asteri Palace and even the streets several kilometers away were already full of residents, with no end in sight.

Thousands of citizens came from all directions, crowding the periphery of the square, just to witness this historical moment with their own eyes.

Although they had just experienced a riot three days ago, many people were still afraid and dared not go to densely populated areas again.

But it was difficult to reduce their expectations and trust in Hecintus today and the sense of security Hecintus brought them.

Perhaps it was because they would regain real security after the disaster, or perhaps it was to commemorate the citizens who unfortunately died in the attack and riots of the vampires, they still went out today to watch the coronation.

The entire city-state was preparing for this moment.

On the main road outside the Cremon Memorial Square, knights patrolled back and forth, their armor was covered with snowflakes, and the sound of horse hooves resounded like thunder on the stone road. They were ready to ensure the safety and order of the coronation ceremony.

This altar is several meters high and is carved from the finest Fengdao stone. The four sides are engraved with the national emblem of the Cretan Empire and a roaring lion with its head held high. The top is, as always, an image of the heroic spirits of the ancestors, who are either holding swords or shields, witnessing this historic moment.

On the steps in front of the palace, the tall and straight knights of the Royal Guards lined up on both sides. They were wearing dark heavy armor, with red feathers fluttering on the top of their helmets, turning into a steel wall. The Royal Ceremonial Band was in place at the bottom of the steps, ready to play music at any time.

Clang, Clang!

When nine o'clock arrived, the bells rang along with ritual music.

In front of the Saint-Astri Palace, which was temporarily restored by the Imperial Machinery Corps, a long red carpet spread out on the steps, reaching deep into the palace, like a holy path descending from heaven.

The knights lined up neatly on both sides of the red carpet were ready.

They were wearing dark armor, holding long swords, looking forward, eyes burning with the flame of loyalty, and their postures were as firm as mountains.

The sound of the horn sounded, echoing in the sky above Brilda like the sound of nature.

As the trumpet sound reached its climax, the palace door slowly opened.

The golden light shines from the door, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, illuminating the entire Creation Memorial Square and the light snowflakes in the sky.

Under the gaze of everyone, Hyacinthus slowly walked out of the palace.

He was wearing a robe intertwined with white and gold, and a heavy blue cloak engraved with golden prints, shining in the light.

And none of this is as dazzling as the legendary Sword of Heroes of Seiros that he holds tightly in his hand.

On the sword, the ancient Seiros inscriptions were flashing, and all the power of the ancient heroic spirit was awakened by him.

Hyacintos had the same peaceful smile on his face as always, and seemed flattered by everyone's support. He raised his hand and interacted cordially with the endless residents in the distance.

The heavy pressure of the past three days has not left any trace on him.

It was indeed confirmed that he had reached a god-like realm. The injuries suffered by the ancestor in the bloody battle that day had almost recovered in just three days.

In Creation Square, under the throne of the Twelve Foundation Stone Gods, except for the first diamond seat and the sixth beryl seat, the other ten military gods are waiting for Hyacinthus just like they did on the National Day Ceremony. , performing the duties of maintaining order and witnessing the emperor's coronation.

They once guarded this land side by side, and now, they will witness their comrade being crowned king, opening a new chapter in the Creain Empire.

"Hacintos, thank you for saving us."

Kanzel, the Eighth Army God of the Golden Stone, sighed, looked in the direction of Hyacinthus and muttered to himself.

He still felt very guilty about the death of Emperor Saint Baldo.

If Hycintos hadn't defeated Rashal, the ancestor of the Vampire Clan, all of their military gods would have continued to be manipulated by the Vampire Clan and do things that harmed the empire.

Fortunately, Hyacinthus was equally kind to them and completely pardoned their sins. The story about the vampires was over, and he only asked them to continue fighting for the empire.

"It's okay, everyone has done it. Even if Emperor Saint Bardo is still alive, he has to pardon us."

The mechanical prosthetic eyes of Jasper, the Fourth Army God, flashed with a faint smile.

In fact, she didn't feel any guilt. Judging from the results, it was good enough.

Now the more she investigates, the less favorable she becomes toward Emperor Saint Bardo, and she even feels that Emperor Saint Bardo should have died long ago, and his crime is even unforgivable.

"You can't blame everyone if you highlight one law, right?"

muttered the fifth army god mica lugaed.

Although he had a disciplined character, he could not refute Jasper's words at this moment.

No matter what, the matter has come to this, and several military gods expressed their respect and respect for Hyacinthos' coronation in their own way at this moment.

Only Julius remained silent for a long time.

"Julius, are you okay?"

The Ninth Army God Amethyst Ryan looked at Julius beside him and asked. He felt that Julius' expression was not good.

Ryan is also a military god who has recovered from being controlled by the vampires. Whenever he thinks about what he did in the past two days, he feels extremely regretful. Not only did he do too many wrong things, but he also almost hurt his companions, and even , the relationship with his sister Ursula may have been destroyed by him to the freezing point long ago.

While he blamed himself, he also felt very guilty for nearly injuring his colleague Julius that day. Julius seemed to have a bad temper, but he would not blame his colleagues for such a thing, which made Ryan blame himself even more.

Of course, Ryan knew that Julius was the one who was having the hardest time these days, because Violet probably died at the hands of Rashael, the ancestor of the blood race, and the whereabouts of her body were still unknown.

So it is natural that Julius is depressed.

"It's okay. Let's focus on the work in front of us. Today we will wish Hyacinthus first."

Julius turned his head to look at Ryan and spoke softly to Ryan.

"That's good."

Ryan replied, glancing at Julius one more time.

He was sure that Julius seemed to be in fine condition, but Julius's expression gave him an inexplicable illusion of a mask, as if Julius was enduring the anger that was about to burn in his heart, supporting him to be perfect. Finish today's work.

The high platform on the Memorial Square was cheered by the imperial people.

Hyacintos walked slowly towards the circular stage-like altar amid cheers.

"Long live Hyacinthus!"

"Long live the Creation Empire!"

The cheers were like waves, rising one after another, resounding through the sky. Snowflakes covered their cheeks, making their skin slightly cold, but this did not hinder their enthusiasm. They believed that the light snow today must be Ruixue.

Imperial people waved imperial flags and threw flowers.

Hyacinthus came to the altar.

He turned around and faced his future people, the responsibilities and missions he was about to assume.

The sunlight that penetrated the clouds in winter coated his body with a layer of gold, as if the gods were crowning him.

And he, like a god, like a true king, stands above all the people.

"Hesintos."

The eleventh God of War, Emerald Simonlo, who temporarily replaced Violet as a priest, walked forward with an ancient book in his hand and smiled as he read out Hesintos' name.

That was the law and creed of the Cremon Empire. The cover of the book was inlaid with teardrop-shaped gems, symbolizing the light of truth in the Elsaya Sanctuary.

Originally, the coronation ceremony should have been hosted by the high priest of the Elsaya Sanctuary, but Violet happened to be killed a few days ago. None of the other moon priests in the Saint Cremon Monastery could take on this important position. Simonlo, the chief of the Storm and Freedom God, who was also a God of War, could serve as a clergyman of the same level to replace Violet's work.

"Hesintus Oregia."

After reading Hesintus' name, Director Simon Luodian opened the book devoutly, and a solemn voice sounded, echoing over the square,

"Are you willing to swear to follow the laws of your ancestors, and as the emperor of the Cretan Empire, assume the responsibility of governing the country and protecting the people?"

"I, Hesintus Oregia, swear on my life and honor that I will wholeheartedly protect the Cretan Empire, every inch of the empire, and every citizen. My sword will always fight for justice; my heart will always beat for the people. The fate of the Cretan Empire is my fate; the future of the Cretan Empire is my future. From now on, forever."

Hesintus' voice was firm and powerful, like an oath and a promise.

"Are you able to treat every citizen of Cretan fairly, day and night, regardless of status?"

"Are you willing to stand up when Cretan is threatened, and use your life and glory to prove your leadership?"

Simonro's questions came one after another, and the coronation ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner.

Hecintos answered each question with the most resolute tone.

Hecintos' voice seemed to be able to penetrate time and space, reaching the hearts of every citizen of Cretan Empire outside Brillda and even outside Botswana Province.

Clerk Simonro closed the book and said loudly to the crowd-

"People of Cretan, do you support Hecintos Oregia as your king and the emperor of Cretan Empire?"

"Your Majesty Hecintos!"

A thunderous shout broke out in the crowd, and the voices of millions of people gathered together, like the most magnificent movement.

That voice resounded through the heavens and earth, reaching every corner of the capital, Blierda, carrying the voices of countless Cretans.

"Now, in the name of the spirits of our ancestors and the people of Cretan, I hereby crown Hecintus Oregia as the emperor of the Cretan Empire. May his rule last forever, and may the Cretan Empire be everlasting!"

Director Simonro turned to Hecintus and raised the laurel wreath. His voice was like an oracle that could not be disobeyed.

The air was filled with the excitement of the festival, and the sun gilded everything with a layer of gold.

At this moment, the sky suddenly brightened by half a point.

The sky, which was originally covered by clouds and fine snow, seemed to be opened a little.

People felt that this auspicious sign was that the gods were blessing the birth of the new emperor of the Cretan Empire.

Just when the entire square was silent, everyone held their breath and witnessed this sacred moment.

The laurel wreath was steadily held by Simonro to Hecintus.

At that moment, it seemed as if a sacred light descended from the sky and shone on Hecintus.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky.

The crack was so deep and so long that it was about to split the sky.

The surrounding clouds were torn apart, and the vortex-shaped clouds quickly spun and condensed into a huge hole.

A dazzling white light leaked from the crack, illuminating the entire Kremlin Square.

The light was so strong that people could not look directly at it.

People subconsciously raised their arms to cover their eyes. The joy in the air quickly cooled down, and the cheers gradually subsided, replaced by a kind of uneasiness.

The smile solidified on the faces of the people, and then turned into doubt and vigilance.

The easily stressed people looked at each other and whispered to each other, not knowing what had happened.

It turned out that the brightening of the sky just now was not an illusion, but something was about to come.

An ominous premonition, like a shadow.

Soon they saw it.

In that light, more than a dozen figures slowly descended.

The strong light covered their faces, and only vague outlines could be seen.

But even so, one could feel that they were unusual.

These figures were all dressed in white robes, like gods and angels.

The figure at the head looked more like a pope, wearing the only pure white pope robe, with a silver mask on his face.

He was slender, his manners revealed an innate majesty, and his body was surrounded by an aura that perfectly integrated with the world, as if he was born to be a gospel teacher, admired by everyone.

Although it was unknown who these people were, judging from the attire of the white-robed man at the head, it seemed that he was a religious leader from ancient times, or the leader of a mysterious organization, who came across time and space, making the other residents present subconsciously feel scared.

The appearance of this group of uninvited guests instantly changed the direction of the entire square.

Director Simon Rodin stopped the coronation ceremony, and the nine military gods on the memorial square all looked at the group of uninvited guests with vigilance.

The reason why their God of War is staying here today is to deal with any possible unrest.

After the blood clan turmoil three days ago, I thought everything was calm.

At this moment, it seems that a deeper terrorist force is about to come.

The residents of Brillda can't stand such a torment.

But with Hecintos, they still feel at ease.

Hecintos has become the strongest person in the entire empire and even in the southern continent of this year. He is the only strong man who has entered the realm of gods. Even if the ancestor of the blood clan comes again, the people of the empire now believe that the ancient evil spirit will be wiped out by Hecintos under the sword of the heroic spirit of Seros.

"..."

Hecintos no longer stared at the laurel in front of him, and his eyes were cast towards the center of the square.

The stronger the people present, the more clearly they can feel the breath emanating from these white-robed figures.

Such power even made the military gods present feel a little puzzled.

The brows of the third military god, Geyat, were tightly knitted.

Most of these people are at least eighth-level strong men.

In fact, some of them gave them the feeling that they were not inferior to their military gods.

Even on the battlefield of the Allied Forces, it is difficult to gather so many top-notch warriors of the time.

And if the Allied Forces’ warriors really gathered, then their appearance here today is undoubtedly a long-planned sneaking into Brillda, and at this moment they are planning something that can easily endanger the entire capital.

Panic and anxiety began to spread among the people.

“Why are you here again?!”

“I will never join in the fun again!”

“Get away first.”

The imperial people who exclaimed subconsciously wanted to retreat and escape from the square.

The fear that was still vivid three days ago turned into an invisible hand that tightly grasped everyone’s heart.

The side of the stage near the palace of the Cremon Memorial Square.

“My lords, I wonder why you are here?”

Hecintus’ eyes never left this group of uninvited guests. Those who appeared here today, even without asking, could be guessed that they were enemies who came to mess up the scene.

But the people had not yet left, and it was not suitable for him to act too irritatedly.

He held the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros, and the light on the sword became sharper.

Above the center of the square, the white-robed figure at the head did not answer immediately.

The white-robed pope only raised his head slightly, and the eyes behind the mask were like torches, as if he wanted to see through Hecintus.

That look seemed to be judging.

"Hecintus Origia, the people of the people that the Cremon Empire tried to crown, we are summoned by the oracle to witness this moment."

After a long while, he spoke,

"You are not the orthodox emperor, please return the throne to the orthodox successor of the Cremon royal family to maintain the normal order of the world."

The words of the white-robed pope echoed in the square like thunder, and even the residents who were evacuating in the distance were trembling.

Oracle?

Which god has such great power?

And why did he send down the oracle at this moment?

In the crowd, speculation and doubts intertwined into a huge network, and discussions continued in the chaos.

Some people began to recall the ancient prophecy, but more of them were an unspeakable uneasiness and fear.

This white-robed pope doesn't look like a normal religious being, but more like a cult pope!

...

At the same time, the attention paid to the coronation ceremony of the Krelian Empire in the allied countries began to rise sharply.

The most direct manifestation was in front of the open-air square of Ikerite College.

The change in the scene quickly attracted the attention of a large number of teachers and students.

As long as they passed by here, even those who didn't intend to pay much attention to the coronation ceremony of the Krelian Empire couldn't help but stop.

Even if they didn't think about it, they knew that the ratings of the broadcast at this moment would begin to explode exponentially in the scope of the Kingdom United Alliance!

This change may be a panic for the imperial people.

But for their allied countries, suspicion and fear are accompanied by a little hope.

"Even if a mysterious force with an unknown position comes, it is a good thing as long as they are willing to help us fight Hecintos."

The students of Ikerite said one after another.

You can even dream that if they both lose, it will be a blessing from heaven for the Kingdom Alliance.

Because the residents of the allied countries have developed an excessive fear of the military power of the absolute strongman Hecintos, the imperial power.

This is just as the White Robe Pope said, it is a terrifying imbalance. If Hecintos wants to kill all the way from the south to the north, no one can really stop him.

Lu Weixier was full of energy, and his lazy eyelids lifted up.

Her reporter radar was buzzing.

The picture continued.

The air near the people's side of the Krei Memorial Square.

Behind the White Robe Pope, other believers also looked at the military gods.

The terrifying sense of oppression brought unprecedented pressure to the ordinary imperial residents who fled behind.

They originally thought that the gathering of the twelve military gods was already the most powerful group in the Krei Empire, but they didn't expect that there was such a force that couldn't even be named, with an unknown number of eighth-level strongmen.

The unknown, sometimes when it reaches a certain level, will turn into fear.

The pressure, like an invisible boulder, pressed everyone outside the square to breathe.

This mysterious white-robed pope actually made a shocking statement, demanding that Hecintus surrender the throne and return it to the so-called "legitimate heir"!

"Why do you think I am not orthodox?"

Haicintos asked the white-robed man in a leisurely manner while waiting for Simon Luo to reinforce the barrier of the Krelian Memorial Square and waiting for the residents to evacuate as far as possible.

Although he had wanted to quickly deal with this group of guys who pretended to be gods and made trouble, and even wanted to chop up and cut up the civilians who were in the way, his personality did not allow him to do such a thing at this moment.

What a trouble.

"Haicintos, you are not a truly peace-loving person. In the war in the southern continent, you are indispensable to add fuel to the flames. Your absolute strength and absolute power will make the whole world unbalanced, which is a devastating threat to the countries in the north of the entire southern continent."

The white-robed pope continued.

"Your accusation is a bit arbitrary. Everything I do is for the prosperity and stability of the Krelian Empire. I will never do anything to harm my people."

Haicintos looked at the direction where the residents were quickly retreating under the evacuation of the guards, and spoke to himself.

He looked calm and composed, as if he didn't think this group of people posed a big threat to him.

He just couldn't attack casually because of the civilians.

And the other party seemed to have calculated this and held him back.

The side that always occupies the moral position will be more limited in action, and the side that has no scruples can be more despicable.

"Hacintos..."

Seeing the state of Haixintos, the other military gods also put down their hearts a little in the tension.

If it was the night when the blood clan attacked, perhaps the threat of this group of white-robed followers would be infinite.

But at this moment, with the ninth-level Haixintos and the remaining ten military gods, even if this group of guys is strong, they are not to be feared.

"Humans always imagine the future, and this future should actually make people feel scared. But most people will not be afraid because they cannot understand the meaning behind it."

The eyes under the mask of the white-robed pope were as calm as water.

"Under your absolute rule, this world will neither enter a relative balance nor a balance of terror. You will only bring war and destruction."

He said from the perspective of an observer who is detached from the world.

"If you insist on making trouble, I will also wipe you out for the people of the Cremon Empire."

At this point, Hecintos confirmed with Simonlo beside him that the temporary barrier had been reinforced, and finally sent a hostile signal to the other party, and no longer said anything more for the fleeing people and enemies.

At this moment, something happened that the gods of war did not react to.

Julius, the tenth god of war, suddenly summoned a heavy artillery and aimed it at the white-robed pope in mid-air.

The black and red hot energy gathered in the barrel, and the air was distorted by the high temperature.

He was the first to attack!

The dazzling beam of light from the heavy artillery penetrated the sky and went straight to the white-robed pope. The roar of the artillery was deafening, and the recoil made the ground tremble.

The residents outside the barrier did not even react. When their eyes caught this scene, it had already happened completely.

The tenth military god, Red Tourmaline Seat, has always been the most decisive military god. On the battlefield, he may not give a signal to his teammates before taking action and delivering a decisive blow!

"Julius, what if civilians are injured!"

The twelfth military god, Cat's Eye Stone Bianca, said in shock.

Fortunately, she sensed the change in Julius's breath just now, and knew what Julius was going to do.

At this time, Julius used the compressed magic beam cannon, which was also his ultimate move.

But before she finished scolding Julius, she was choked by the situation in the sky.

The white-robed pope did not dodge or evade, and did not even make a defensive move.

He just floated quietly in the air, allowing the blazing beam just now to attack him straight.

The energy beam split into two in front of the pope, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

The two beams split and passed by the pope's side, shot into the distant sky, and finally dissipated in the clouds.

The White-robed Pope remained motionless throughout the whole process.

He did not even use any spells, and there was no breath of magic flowing, but he easily resisted Julius's full-strength attack.

For a moment, Julius opened his eyes.

The heavy artillery in his hand was still steaming, but he was completely frozen in place.

He looked at the unscathed White-robed Pope in the sky in disbelief, as if he had never seen anyone who could take his heavy artillery with his face and remain unscathed.

The other military gods also realized the seriousness of the matter at this moment, and they did not have time to blame Julius for his reckless preemptive strike.

No one knew the power of Julius's full-strength attack better than them. As Julius, who specialized in burst output, no one dared to take it casually without any action just now.

Julius looked at Hecintus, Salon, and Geyat with a look as if he was facing a great enemy.

Perhaps in his opinion, this level of strange enemy must be at least the level that the first three military gods can deal with.

"..."

Gayat pretended not to see it. He didn't want to challenge an enemy full of unknowns for no reason.

At least he didn't understand the principle of the white-robed man taking Julius' attack just now.

If there was spellcasting and magic flow, it would be easy to explain.

This means that the other party used an evasive or defensive or even immune item.

But at present, the opponent's defense is not like these. There are only two possible explanations. Either it is an ultra-high-standard defense spell that makes it impossible for others to observe the trigger, but even if it is epic, there must be a limit on the number of times; or he is so strong that his defense is so strong that people can't understand it, and Ge Yat can hardly hurt this person.

Saron held the hilt of the sword, and held it straight.

Facing such a strong enemy, he really wanted to try.

And Saron's eyes have almost penetrated the opponent's breath and magic flow and possible future evasion directions. What he saw was that the opponent was full of flaws, as if he was standing there defenseless and could be hit at any time.

But this strange enemy made him feel that there was no flaw, as if it was useless to hit anywhere.

And Hecintos still looked calm.

The hand holding the sword has quietly exerted force, and the veins are bulging.

"Interesting."

He muttered to himself, his eyes were like torches, and he was tightly locked on the white-robed pope.

Hecintus wanted to test his sword on this troublemaker from just now.

He was just enduring, and had been enduring for a long time. In order to maintain that troublesome image, he had to take into account the safety of some stupid civilians. Even if he wanted to kill those civilians, he had to wait until he was completely in power, and then slowly kill them for his pleasure.

The whole Blierda, through the broadcast, every corner of the city-state was shrouded in a solemn killing.

At this juncture, a duel seemed inevitable.

Fine snow was flying.

"God of War, the world you see now is unreal and incomplete, because you are looking at the world with your eyes open. From now on, you must learn to close your eyes to see the world."

The white-robed pope on the screen did not get angry or suddenly start a terrible war of destruction because of Julius's sneak attack just now, but spoke to them with a little regret.

It's just that the white-robed church members behind him have already looked at the gods of war with hostility.

This made the gods of war feel pressured.

If they attack again.

The guys behind this white-robed pope might also make a move.

A war started by twenty eighth-ranked people.

By then, it will no longer be a bloodbath-level turmoil. The disaster may spread from the capital Blildada with a full-scale melee until the entire Botswana province, which is the size of a kingdom, is destroyed in a few hours.

"Enough."

Although Hecintos' voice was soft, it was filled with unquestionable majesty.

"If you insist on harming Blildada, let me tell you what this means."

The moment the voice fell, Hecintos' hand had officially rested on the hilt of the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros.

"I wanted to observe in the empire for a while, but now I have to stop you."

The white-robed pope saw the super-standard barrier temporarily reinforced at the Cremorne Memorial Square take shape, and told Hecintos the biggest concession he had made.

"Within an hour, if you don't make a move, I won't make a move. Let the nearby residents retreat and free up the battlefield for us."

He said kindly.

"Do you want to challenge me?"

Helsintos smiled rarely,

"I can just kill you all, right?"

He looked at the other party and asked silently, his deep and playful eyes seemed to be questioning the other party. If you want to rely on the safety of the residents to hold him and threaten him, the premise is that you must have enough power to threaten him.

But Hesintos wanted to tell all the people of Blierda that he had absolute power to suppress, so there was no need to compromise with the other party. He led the God of War to drive out all the other parties and end the battle without endangering the safety of Blierda.

This was also the moment to show everyone his absolute dominance!

The next second, the silver light of the God Age burst out from the scabbard, illuminating the entire sky.

The light seemed to be burning at the same time with tens of millions of stars, instantly engulfing the dark clouds above the square, illuminating the sky as white, and there was a faint thunderous sound echoing, shaking the entire city-state of Blierda.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color.

The sky, which was originally covered with clouds, was suddenly split open by an invisible giant sword. The edge of the gap and the space were distorted, as if time and space had lost their original laws under this sword.

When Hecintos pulled out the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seros, just gathering the Qi, in the face of this ninth-level pressure, all enemies seemed so small and vulnerable.

The air became sticky and heavy, and every breath in the city of Brillda became extremely difficult.

It seemed that there was an invisible big hand, and even the situation far away from the barrier could not escape the horror of this power.

And under this attack of Hecintos, any enemy will be wiped out!

The other military gods all changed their faces at this moment.

The sword energy emitted by them enveloped in the barrier alone made them feel tingling in their skin, blood flowing back, and their internal organs trembling violently.

Salon held the hilt tightly.

Only when he reached the peak of the eighth level did he understand how much this power was different from the eighth-level domain, and how far it was out of reach.

The strongest slash of the ninth level cut through the sky, pointing directly at the white-robed pope and the followers behind him, wanting to chop them all into pieces!

The air made a sharp whine under this sword, and wherever the sword light passed, the buildings and statues were as fragile as paper in front of this sword energy, and turned into dust in an instant.

Countless sword energies separated from the main sword light and turned into dense sword shadows, surrounding the white-robed pope and the followers behind him.

All the military gods present subconsciously prepared for defense. Even if the slash was not aimed at them, they were also sure that they would be injured by the aftermath if they were not careful!

This time, the white-robed pope finally took action.

He seemed to be laughing under his mask, or perhaps saying something.

But no one could hear what he was chanting in this moment of silence.

Time accelerated at this moment, and the surging silver light turned into a tangent to cover the believers, falling from the sky to cover their figures!

The snow-covered Cremorne Memorial Square suddenly erupted in silence. The sound was like a thousand thunders, deafening, and in an instant, the whole Brillda was blown by the wind.

Just as Hecintos looked at the moment when everything was submerged in the distance with indifference.

His eyes suddenly moved.

The expressions of the other military gods were immediately covered with shock, and they were extremely alert.

They couldn't believe that this person would appear here!

The entire downtown area of ​​​​Brillda was enveloped by a sudden strong wind, and it trembled as if the world was created!

This strong wind was just a small whirlwind at first, but in an instant it became a storm that could sweep away everything.

Under the violent wind magic, all attacks, the nine-level slash that Hecintos had previously slashed, became like fragile pieces of paper in front of it, and were easily blown away.

The sunrise of the city-state was like nectar.

The majesty that hit the soul directly interpreted the great power that constituted all things in the world. The glory of the Age of Gods was performed on the white-robed pope. He led the flow of clouds and changed the appearance of the sky. The power that penetrated the clouds was the unique breath of the wind. The wind gently blew the earth, and the snowflakes stopped in an instant and rose against the sky!

The sky was bright at this moment, and all the clouds in Brillda were blown away.

In legends from ancient times to the present, the wind god controls the direction of the wind. His voice is a gentle whisper, but also a thunderous pardon.

The figure at the center of the storm was the god who controlled the wind.

This simple collision did not hurt him at all, nor did it hurt the residents behind him.

Only the strong wind made his mask fall naturally.

"You seem to have some misunderstandings, so I want to make a statement."

The wind blew across Loren's forehead, blocking his eyes with his hair, leaving only the other blue pupil that was exposed, shining brightly.

"Hesintos, you are the challenger."

He raised his hand and pointed at Hesintos, no longer hiding his arrogance.

Off-screen.

"Fuck, Loren!!"

Suddenly, the entire Ikerite Academy was boiling, and even the entire capital Ikerite was shaking from the roofs of various districts.

The face on the screen was their high priest!

Especially the students of Ikerite Academy, they like to see the big priest Loren!

At this moment, the haze of war was swept away, and the students and teachers in front of the open square stood up from the steps in joy, waving their hands or clenching their fists and roaring.

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