Don't confiscate my citizenship

The snow in Brillda began to grow heavier.

The gradually dense snow drifted to the foot of the towering Ostro Highlands, surrounded by endless green pine forests.

The terrain on the west side of the city was undulating, and there stood a magnificent, temple-like beige building, which was the Imperial Military General Staff and the Imperial Army Headquarters.

In the deepest core area of ​​this building, the God's Temple was like an underground theater, surrounded by twelve imposing arches, and the dome was inlaid with murals composed of thousands of glowing immortal crystals, shining brightly on the ground paved with ink-colored marble below, as if it had turned into the center of the galaxy.

However, today Brillda was in chaos, and the God's Temple became unusually deserted.

Directly below the transparent glass mirror in the center of the round table was the most mysterious forbidden area of ​​the God's Temple.

Deep in the center of the earth, a black mosaic magic cube with a strange red light was bound by layers of chains on a stone platform, and flashing magic-forbidden steel pillars were erected around it to seal it tightly.

The six sides of the magic cube were densely covered with ancient curses of the Seros Empire and the Elsaya Sanctuary. The chains wrapped around it were almost alive and wriggling, exuding the breath of void creatures.

The Gate of the Illusionary Territory was originally a supreme spell used by ancient sealers to seal the immortal vampires. It was recorded in the Holy Land Moon Temple. It must be used at no cost with the blessing of the Wolf Sage as a medium, otherwise the caster will suffer a fatal backlash. Later, it was made into equipment.

No one noticed that inside the mirror of this magic cube, the endless [Illusionary Territory] space was undergoing drastic changes--

In the exiled void world, all the colors between heaven and earth were stripped away, leaving only endless grayness, a barren land without any grass, charred ruins and dense remains of void creatures.

The black desert was shaking from time to time, and the cold wind whistled past, rolling up the dark sand on the ground, mixed with a hint of blood.

In this deadly void, a figure was still fighting.

He was wearing a black priest robe, almost blending into the dark environment.

His face was full of vigilance, his short brown hair fluttered in the wind, and there was no sign of giving up in his eyes.

At this moment, the black fog was pouring towards Loren from the horizon, and the black clouds were also pressing down. With the eardrum-piercing vibration, the whole world was shaking violently.

That was not an ordinary black fog, but an overwhelming army of void creatures.

Boom!!!

The ground in front of Loren suddenly shook violently, and the gray-black dust exploded in the air, rolling up the erupted volcanic ash. A crack came from the depths of the wasteland, winding and twisting, more than ten meters wide.

Spider-shaped super-giant void creatures rushed out of the cracks, bringing with them a group of ugly and smelly void beasts. They looked like worms, strange beasts, and ghouls, with a vicious breath all over their bodies, like the dregs of hell thrown into the world.

At this critical moment.

The originally lifeless void suddenly swept through the thunder punishment like a waterfall.

Loren clasped his hands together, and the violent airflow instantly gathered into a silver vortex in his palm.

When the vortex exploded, the natural disaster turned into a hurricane and roared towards the army of void creatures.

The natural disasters of ice, fire, light, darkness, wind, thunder, earth, water and wood flashed in the hurricane, as sharp as a knife. Wherever they passed, the void creatures were cut into several pieces, the big snakes were cut into several pieces, and black blood splashed everywhere.

"Here, I can use this kind of magic at will, and I am getting more and more proficient."

Loren thought silently. He no longer felt any pressure in these beast tides.

The unstable spells that he dared not use casually or even practiced in the real world before, now he can use them casually without worrying about natural disasters and consequences.

And for some reason, Loren felt more relaxed since just now.

These void creatures are like paper.

He didn't know whether these void creatures became weaker or he became stronger.

It stands to reason that it is difficult for him to become stronger quickly, because he has already reached the limit of the eighth level in this illusory territory.

The airflow around him was shining with cold electric light, and the power of natural disasters swirled and roared around him.

Whenever he raised his hand, the natural disaster would condense, and then rush out with a devastating force, making a loud noise in the air, and no void creatures were spared wherever he passed.

The wind blade condensed in Loren's hand. With just one swing, he could crush the invading void worms. Thunder fell from the sky, and the void beasts turned into charcoal in the roar, changing the appearance of this land. The earth was cut into pieces, the rivers were all icy, and everything was razed to the ground where the hurricane passed.

This time, Loren finally looked up at the purple-red eyes like a veil in the sky.

Even with the analysis of divine arts, Loren could not fully understand the foreign divine thoughts that echoed in his ears and enveloped the sky and the earth. In the depths of the dark clouds, a purple-red eye like a veil opened from time to time, and a strange light flashed in the pupils.

Loren also knew that there were several most powerful void creatures in the virtual territory. They were immortal in this space, and it seemed that this space itself was difficult for even him to defeat head-on, so he could only try his best to avoid it.

But if this continued, he might even be able to beat them.

The earth exploded again, and a kilometer-long crack appeared in front of Loren. Void creatures poured out like a tide. They fluttered and roared, launching a new round of attacks on Loren.

At the same time, Loren's eyes condensed, and lightning flashed in his pupils. Lightning fell from the sky and struck the center of the hurricane without deviation.

The battle broke out again.

In a moment, snow-white ice crystals fell from the sky, leaving no ashes on the corpses of the void creatures on the ground.

"Strange, where do I get so much faith power..."

Loren stood on the ice field condensed by his magic power, motionless, and puzzledly muttered to himself.

This time he finally figured out the reason why he became stronger.

It turned out that it was not that the void creatures became weaker for no reason.

But he really became stronger.

Even though there was a different space across the illusory territory, Loren felt that there was a faith power that was about to burst through the wall of the different space and bless him, which made him have a premonition of transforming into the ninth-level divine realm.

A long time ago, he had a lot of faith power in his body that made him feel inexplicable, and now the faith power that surged again was unprecedented.

If it wasn't his illusion.

Once this level of faith power was really blessed on him, I'm afraid he would immediately break through to the ninth level.

"Not really."

Just reaching the limit of the eighth level, he can complete the most difficult step of collecting faith power and reach the ninth level?

Loren couldn't figure it out.

There were too many things he didn't understand.

But often in this situation, according to history, there were almost always a large number of helpless residents in distress, and someone was needed to save them, so there would be such a large-scale prayer gathering of faith power.

Compared to figuring out why the faith power chose him, he was more anxious about what happened outside in the past two months that he needed a missing person like him to save him.

…

At the same time, the snow was getting heavier on the ground.

"The Brillda Mafia went all out, deliberately targeting several key energy centers in Brillda, completely bypassing the guards of the First Military Police Brigade of the Capital Garrison and the Imperial Special Operations Department."

The voice of the reporter's report on the news screen echoed in any place with a giant screen in Brillda.

Whether it is a large kingdom or the southern giant, the Kreihe Empire, most of the powerful and destructive combat magic in the core city-states is prohibited according to regulations, and the scope of use of life magic is a little wider. Once entering combat mode, it will trigger security warnings and suppression.

Only in some special areas can high-level magic be used wantonly, and the capital Blildah also has such areas.

It is divided into legal combat areas and gray areas.

For example, the Silver Moon Restoration of the Midnight Council, which has been frequently circulated among the citizens of Blildah recently, the Mist Watcher, which has always been an urban legend, the Dawn Cult responsible for maintaining the order of the Pantheon, including Director Simon Rodin, the Voice of Truth Group, a news media company that controls the most authoritative channel in Blildah, and the old-fashioned force, the Moat Port Blildah Mafia, etc., they either have the permission of the legal combat area or occupy a gray area.

"But now the situation has completely changed."

"Let's not talk about the riot that the Blildah Mafia has started. With so many level 8s starting the war, the city defense barrier can no longer suppress it."

"It's like a group of level 8 heroes rushing to the tower on the battlefield. Even if there are no troops, the defense facilities can't be hit."

The experts in the studio on the screen were chatting seriously.

The main battlefield where Loren and Hecintos were located in the Krei Memorial Square was relatively static, but the other level 8 battlefields that could be filmed had caused the shooting screen to shake from time to time.

Southeast side of the city-state.

In the winter, the Blildah port area was whistling with a biting cold wind mixed with misty snow.

In the huge port, only the sound of the wind echoed between the empty containers.

The snow covered the scattered containers, softening their edges.

Above this steel maze composed of containers and narrow alleys, several figures emerged and fought.

"I said, I just want to stop you from stopping our companions from capturing the East District Energy Station, I don't want to fight you to death."

The leader Mi Gaiya was surrounded by deep dark magic, which turned into countless silk threads, extending and floating behind him, pulling many black dolls.

He raised his hands and said to the other party who was chasing him.

The pure black sky began to show a strange blood color, and the air seemed to solidify.

Being forced all the way to the gray area, they can really attack without scruples.

Correspondingly, the military gods also want to let go of their hands and feet and fight to the death with them.

Because in this port of the Brillda Mafia, the military gods will be able to destroy with all their strength without worrying about hurting the residents of Brillda.

"I knew you would help the high priest Loren, it turned out to be you, Duke Mi Gaiya."

The leader on the opposite side, Jasper, spoke with sarcasm.

"It's really unnecessary. Can we stop the fighting here? If you don't take action, we won't take action either."

Mi Gaiya looked at the territory of the Brillda Mafia and said with heartache.

This is the legal industry of the empire, and his wife is still a shareholder. Fighting here is tantamount to destroying the family.

"What do you think?"

The fourth military god Jasper was shining with blue light, and his blue mechanical eyes flashed with cold light.

She didn't want to listen to this man.

What's more, they had an advantage of three against three, and there was no need to adopt a strategy of avoiding fighting with the other side.

"Duke Mi Gaiya, I'm sorry, we have to arrest you and then go to support our companions in other places. Of course, you can also choose to surrender."

The physique of the eighth military god Kangzel next to Speer was even taller against the black plate armor, and the modified mechanical body was shining with a cold metallic luster.

At this moment, a blood-red comet suddenly streaked across the sky, dragging its long tail like the fangs of a vicious dog, tearing the sky apart and making a deafening roar.

"Stop talking nonsense! Let the fight begin!"

Accompanied by this angry roar, the figure of Blood Chalcedony Philip fell from the sky and landed firmly next to Milaya, who avoided him with a look of despair.

The man was wearing dark red armor, his black hair was flying like flames, his eyes were blood red, and his gaze was so fierce that it made people feel heart-stopping.

Hot air waves surrounded him, and the air was distorting.

A fierce battle suddenly broke out.

The original battle was between Milaya and Jasper, the god of the fourth army, and Ifatia against Kangzel, the god of the eighth army, Haojinshi. Basically, the two sides could be evenly matched.

However, Thalia, who was nearby, faced off against the Seventh God of War. It seemed difficult to deal with them in a one-on-one attack. At the same time, Thalia needed to save her mana, so she could only merge the battlefield with Milaya Ifatiya, letting her sister and Brother-in-law, please bear with the pressure more.

"Sorry! I can't stop this militant!"

Thalia chased after Philip, the seventh god of war, and apologized to Milaya and Epatia.

Under her control, countless gray cracks emerged and expanded in the air, covering the enemy like a spider web, trying to tear everything apart.

Jasper and Conzel also attacked at the same time, galloping in the air and rushing towards them with the force of wind and thunder!

The container was torn into pieces under the impact of magic, making large holes in the ground, and the steel bars turned into powder in the high temperature.

"It's okay, sister, protect yourself and hide behind me!"

Ifatiya knew that her sister could not use too much of Lanqi's magic power casually.

"If you dare to hit my husband and sister, then I will be angry too."

The silver-haired girl looked at the three military gods across from her with no natural expression, and her voice was filled with coldness.

She grabbed the gap to distance herself, and at the same time waved her backhand, the cursed flame turned into dozens of jet-black fire snakes, wrapping around Jasper and Conzel.

"Well done!"

Blood Chalcedony Philip has completely entered a state of fighting madness.

He looked up to the sky and screamed, blood surged all over his body, and blood-red magic lines appeared on his skin.

As he roared, the ground beneath his feet exploded, and hundreds of pillars of fire rose into the sky, heading towards Milaya Fattia and Thalia.

The dark curse was like the karma fire of hell, twisting and tearing the air wherever it passed.

The container melted and deformed under the high temperatures on both sides, and the scorching hot air waves evaporated the snowflakes.

"Fortunately, I can be a healer, so let's hold off slowly."

Mi Gaiya did not retreat but moved forward. He waved his hand, and the dark silk threads moved in response, weaving a large net in front of him, blocking all the raging pillars of fire. At the same time, he began to treat Sister Ifatiya, using dark spells. Provide them with continuous attribute enhancement.

The terrifying impact set off strong winds and huge waves, and the entire harbor began to churn.

…

The land near the Monastery of St. Creation on the south side.

Large tracts of snowflakes were flying in the howling north wind, flying one after another, weaving into a white curtain, almost covering the entire sky.

The white snow reflected the remaining skylight, causing a strange blue-purple halo to appear at the junction of the earth and the sky.

The Great Monastery of Saint Crege looks like it is standing alone in the endless snowfield in the wind and snow.

The faint light curtain surrounding the monastery is the light released by the barrier, which envelopes this holy land, blocking outside intrusion and protecting the safety of students.

It was like blazing light and darkness descending at the same time, and six distinct figures emerged in the void outside the barrier.

They were surrounded by suffocating magic power and aura fluctuations, and the entire Saint Creation Monastery trembled slightly under their aura.

In St. Creation's Monastery, the priests and students looked up at the sky in the dormitory, witnessing this catastrophe with all the blood on their faces.

"Why do the high priest's men come here?"

"They probably wanted to cover their comrades who were occupying the energy station, so they fought with the God of War."

"The magic power fluctuations on these three guys don't look like humans..."

"That's the demon clan. Even the powerful demon clan that should have been extinct long ago is helping Loren. Could it be that he came back from hell with the help of the demon's power?"

Originally, if Principal Violet was here, they would not be afraid of the attack of such an eighth-level demon.

But at this moment, Violet was suspected to have died in the turmoil of the vampires a few days ago. St. Creation Monastery, the sanctuary of Elseiya, no longer has the strongest protector, and now it can only rely on the help of other military gods.

As the discussions continued, the faces of the students and priests in the monastery showed different expressions of fear, confusion, awe, and anger.

"All teachers and students, don't panic and never leave the protective barrier. There are three military gods protecting us. We must obey the command of the monastery. If anything goes wrong, I, Acting Principal Naira, will be fully responsible."

The sound of the radio still echoed calmly throughout the monastery.

Outside the barrier, high in the sky in the distance, three great demons and the God of War were silently confronting each other.

The command of the 1st Military Police Brigade and the Imperial Special Operations Service was now in disarray.

Colonel McCree and Major General Nicholas were both confused, and the two sides actually exchanged fire.

"The two pigs seem to be trying to blame each other and are still fighting among themselves at this point."

The Tenth Army God Ruby Julius cursed angrily as he listened to the news coming from the headset.

"I said that the Imperial Special Operations Department should not have been separated from the Capital Garrison Command. This is a hidden danger left by Emperor Saint Bardo."

The ninth military god, Amethyst Ryan, said in a similarly anxious tone.

But they could not care about those details.

This side was also a multiple eighth-level melee.

They had no time to remedy the situation for the First Military Police Brigade and the Imperial Special Operations Department.

"Who the hell are you guys?"

The twelfth military god, Cat's Eye Stone Bianca, pointed at the three figures opposite and shouted.

"You can call me Guardian Lord."

The wine-red short hair of Antanas, who was in the lead, was wantonly flamboyant, flying like flames in the cold wind, reflecting her fair face.

Antanas had returned to her original fighting posture, with a pair of red lips slightly opened, drawing a sharp arc, as if soaked in blood and murderous intent.

"We have now joined the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, and are with the Ice and Snow Witches of the same clan, aiming to maintain the order of balance in the world."

Sinora was wearing a black dress under her white robe, floating beside Antanas, with her plain face and eyes slightly closed.

She raised her right hand slowly in the posture of a broken law minister, and a pitch-black sickle appeared out of thin air, with a cold light reflected on the blade.

"You can choose to cease fire and stay here, then we will not take action."

Praana looked indifferent, indifferent to everything around him.

He raised his head slightly, surrounded by a distant and indifferent temperament, as if he was born to gaze at the world from a high place.

"The three of us are far stronger than the three of you, so why should we agree to a ceasefire with you?"

The eyes of the ninth military god, Marquis Ryan, were calm and sharp, and his pair of green eyes seemed to contain the vast ocean, but at this moment, those eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring straight at the demons opposite, like a lion ready to go.

He raised his right hand slightly, holding the hilt of the sword in the air, ready to summon his sharp magic sword at any time.

Although he hesitated in his heart at this time, he could not show hesitation in front of the enemy.

"Don't think I will be restrained!"

At this moment, Julius' dark red eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light. He raised his hand and pointed, and the heavy artillery roared, and the hot energy flowed wildly in the barrel, expanding to the extreme in an instant!

The dazzling light column roared out, rushing straight to the demon camp with a devastating force. Wherever it passed, the void was torn apart, revealing countless tentacle-like winding cracks, and fierce winds and chaos surged out.

The light column stirred up thousands of layers of air waves, rolling up the wind and snow all over the sky and sweeping towards the demons. It was a furious roar that would shake the foundation of heaven and earth!

"It seems that you have decided to fight."

Sinora's lips curled up into a sneer, having heard her brother's prediction.

She slowly raised one hand, and shook the sickle in her palm lightly, and a dark barrier rose up in response, lying across the path that the blazing white light column must pass through.

The bright light column hit the barrier that Antanas had protected her, and instantly exploded with a burst of fire.

In a flash, two completely different energies collided wildly, causing scattered beams of light to penetrate the sky.

The entire sky of Brierdanan was instantly illuminated as bright as day, and dazzling fireworks burst out from the confrontation. From a distance, it looked like a small sun burning in the sky.

The students in the monastery barrier were all shocked by this scene, their eyes widened in disbelief, and the resolute juniors' knees softened, their faces turned pale, and they trembled.

"Julius, calm down meow!"

Bianca was so scared that her tail stood up. She grabbed Julius and stopped him from suddenly fighting again.

Every time she saw Julius' actions, she would rather believe that she was a traitor than believe that Julius would have any problems.

"Julius, listen to what they want to do first."

Ryan also blocked Julius with his hands, his palms were full of cold sweat, and he looked at the three demons opposite with vigilance.

At this moment, they had to fight the enemy out of duty. If they showed hesitation at this time, they would easily be misunderstood as traitors among the gods of war by other companions.

But Ryan really didn't want to start a war near the Abbey of Saint Cremon.

His sister was still in the abbey.

Ryan couldn't fight for the merits of the empire as firmly as Julius, because for him at this moment, the safety of his sister was above everything else.

……

As the time approached the ten o'clock of the decisive battle, the whole of Brillda was shrouded in chaos and tension.

In the north of the central city, under the cover of the crystal sky barrier, the streets were empty, only the whistling cold wind rolled up the remaining snow on the ground, making a shrill whine.

On this quiet street, figures gradually emerged in the wind and snow.

"Simon Luo's barrier is finally completed, and I can finally move."

The man in a simple white doctor's coat had short silver-white hair and complained softly.

Just over 20 minutes ago, Lujiade, the fifth military god Mica Seat, had just assisted the Imperial Special Operations Department in blocking the Silver Moon Reform Association that attacked the energy station in the Manhot District, and successfully defended the energy station in the north-central part of the city-state.

Fortunately, he easily resolved the battle without casualties, and the residents were evacuated by the Imperial Special Operations Department.

This operation seemed difficult for the Imperial Special Operations Department, but Lujiade didn't use any effort at all. He still carried his dark golden medical box, and his clean robe was only stained with snowflakes.

"Go to support Ryan's side? It doesn't seem necessary... Jasper's side doesn't really need it... Saron probably doesn't want my support, so forget it and help Jasper open the situation."

Luke Yed muttered to himself and squinted his eyes, as if he was sensing something.

Suddenly, his expression changed and he looked into the distance solemnly.

He felt a very strong wave of magic power nearby.

Luke Yed's heart tightened, and he involuntarily quickened his pace.

"Stop, Mica Road Gayed."

Just as he was about to leave the neighborhood, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

Lugayeed stopped his floating steps and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a slender female figure walking slowly at the end of the street.

It was a woman whose whole body was covered in ice and snow. She had waist-length silver-white hair that fluttered in the wind like frost and snow, blending into the blizzard.

"Ice Witch Artemis..."

Luke Yed narrowed his eyes slightly and read out the other party's name in a calm tone.

As a priest of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the Northern Continent, the Ice Witch also has some reputation in the Southern Continent.

"Mr. Lukeyed, I'm sorry, but I have to stop your movement."

The Ice Witch's goal from the very beginning was to block the Fifth Army God Lu Gayad.

As healers, they are not very aggressive. Even if Luke Yeede is stronger than her, it will be difficult for them to escape from her ice attribute control and force their way through.

And it’s hard to tell the winner when they are consuming each other.

"If possible, I really don't want to fight with you, a priest."

Luke Yed's expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand to press the medicine box behind him.

"Me too."

As the Ice Witch spoke, the temperature around her suddenly dropped, and the cold air condensed into circles of ice crystals around her, reflecting the blue light. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and snowflakes rose out of thin air on the ground.

"Generally speaking, it's a blessing to spar with an opponent with martial ethics, but it's too bad to fight you here today."

Luke Yed frowned secretly.

The terrifying magic power surrounded the Ice and Snow Witch, as if it were real substance. The air condensed because of it, and a thin layer of frost gradually climbed up on the buildings on both sides of the road.

"Now that I've met you here, let me see the strength of the Fifth God of War."

After the Ice Witch finished speaking, the strong wind mixed with ice and snow roared out, rolling up the snowflakes all over the sky, and pounced hard on Luke Yed.

The cold wind was so biting that Lukeyed felt his cheeks hurt, and the magic power around him seemed to be frozen.

But Lugayed didn't panic at all, and with a sway of his body, he went straight up into the wind and snow.

He reached out and slapped the medicine box behind his back. Part of the alchemical poison poured into his body, allowing him to begin to gain all-round strengthening. The other part turned into an incendiary agent and began to melt the ice on the entire street.

…

On the western outskirts of the city, Ostro Hill.

The vast Ostro mountain peaks are covered with mountains and ridges, covered with white snow, and glowing silvery under the reflection of the blizzard.

However, this peaceful and peaceful scene was broken by the movement from the sky.

"You are so strong, the second god of war, Saron of Obsidian!"

Sigrid jumped up into the air, waved out her shining silver fist, and the snowy mountain was instantly pierced.

A huge force from the air came towards Saron's face. Saron reacted very quickly and blocked the black blade in the air. The blade collided with his fist and a deafening roar broke out.

The two forces struggled, and the earth was in a stalemate, causing rocks to crack.

Saron exerted force on his wrist, and the black blade shone with a cold light, trying to turn against the enemy.

Sigrid understood, and her fist erupted with blazing silver light, preventing Saron from gaining any advantage.

Sometimes they collide in the sky, sometimes they fall to the ground, overturning trees and fighting.

"..."

Although Saron did not speak, his serious eyes looked like he had found a long-awaited good opponent.

His black sword thrust out, and his sword moves suddenly changed. The tip of the sword drew a strange arc in the void. He avoided Sigrid's fist path in a roundabout way. Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, he struck down with the sword edge and slashed towards Sigrid. Lid's thin neck.

Sigrid's pupils shrank, and she turned her head suddenly at the critical moment. She barely managed to avoid it, but her body was like steel, and she used her breath to strengthen it to resist the sword.

Her whole body was like a gathering of bright moonlight, and she punched out with a punch that was as powerful as a rainbow, like a dragon roaring or a hurricane roaring.

"Have fun."

Saron quickly retreated with his sword, resisting the punch of the mountain torrent and tsunami. At the same time, he used offense as defense, and his long sword drew layers of sword curtains in front of him.

Dang, Dang, Dang! !

The sound of smoky metal collision sounded like a foundry, and the layers of snow on the sky were once again lifted.

Far away on the other side of the mountain.

The third army god Ge Yat held the mechanical wand in both hands, and countless dark purple spider threads spurted out from the magic circle, pouring down to the ground like rain and waterfalls.

Wherever the spider silk is shrouded, everything seems to have been drained of life, trees withered, white snow turned into powder, and even the flowing air solidified.

"Stop running!"

It can be said that the opponent Ge Yat met this time made him feel rare and relaxed. Even as long as he felt the terrifying battle on Saron's side, he was glad that his opponent was the Dimension Bishop and not the Hegemon Catholic Church.

The magic spider silk moved in response and rushed towards Togliado like a hungry wolf.

"Ahhh!"

Toliado looked frightened and scurried away. No matter how he dodged and moved, the spider's thread always followed him, pressing him step by step.

In a blink of an eye, spider silk wove into a giant web, blocking all escape routes, and was about to swallow him up.

He could only jump into a space crack, flash to dozens of meters away, and then continue to escape.

"Are you going to fight or not?!"

This made Geyate's blood pressure a little high.

The bishop of the dimension was not that weak, but he could only run, and he would pretend to be weak while running. After fighting for a long time, Geyate also felt irritated.

Geyate had switched the mechanical staff to the fastest but less powerful mechanical magic wand form, but was still dodged by the dimension bishop.

Even on the other side of the distant mountain.

Feeling the one-sided battle between Geyate and Toliado, Sigrid and Salon also felt a little noisy and speechless.

"Are all your cardinals so individualistic?"

Salon stood with a sword in his hand and asked during the rare interval between battles.

"It's okay."

Sigrid stood in the wind, her long light hair flying, her eyes like stars and violets, and her posture was as straight as a martial god.

She was surrounded by the bright moonlight, her fists clenched, and her whole body exuded a chilling momentum, indicating that she was going to conquer everything in front of her.

The two confronted each other for a moment, and suddenly attacked. Sigrid swung a punch with a thousand pounds of force, directly hitting Salon in the face.

Saron shook his long sword, and the sword light flashed, blocking this powerful blow.

At the other end of the battlefield, Toliado seemed to be unable to escape.

"Help! Killing!"

Toliado dodged Geyat's attack in a panic.

"If you scream again..."

Geyat's eyes became a little more serious.

Geyat's eyes flashed with cold light, and he gently moved the mechanical wand forward.

The next moment, countless chains suddenly appeared, locking Toliado and his space door tightly from all directions.

The mist around Geyat suddenly spread outward in a large area, flowing unsteadily like a shadow. No matter how Toliado ran, he could not get away from Geyat.

Geyat acted quickly, waved his hand, and purple-black light burst out from the mechanical wand, going straight into the back of Toliado's head!

"Lord Sigrid, save me!"

Toliado could only let the six-sided space cube cover his body, and almost immune to all of Geyat's must-hit spells.

"Toliado, don't disturb me and Salon in a one-on-one fight."

Sigrid threw a feint at Salon, then flashed in front of Toliado and used her fist to help him force Geyat back.

Although she said this on the surface, she also exchanged glances with Toliado.

Toliado consciously succeeded in restraining Geyat, creating a two-on-two situation.

This is what both of them want to see.

Before the words fell, a cold light came.

It was Saron's black blade.

Sigrid dodged sideways.

The silver light on her fist blasted towards Saron.

At the same time, the mechanical wand in Geyat's hand was transformed back into a wand with slow casting but greater power. The chain magic circle took shape in the sky, and the entangled silk flowed out of the magic circle, covering Sigrid and Toliado like a spider web.

Sigrid felt her movements stagnate.

"Geyat, you can't compare with Asksan at all. His sealing magic is much more terrible than yours. He can actually compete with Sigrid."

Toliado raised his hand to open a space barrier, separating the entangled silk net and letting it fall in other directions.

"Are you qualified to speak?"

Geyat fell to the ground, and the ground cracked with the staff. Countless vines emerged from the cracks, circling up to the sky like a giant python, and whipping Sigrid like a whip.

Saron held the black blade, and the sword was sharp. Every time he swung the sword, the void was cut and several black holes burst out.

Facing the double attack of vines and black holes, Sigrid was unstoppable. Her fists blasted out one after another, and the fists were overwhelming. The air waves lifted the falling snow and the whole mountain was shaking.

She was shining with dazzling silver light, like a god descending to the earth, beating the vines into ashes and tearing the black holes alive.

The place where the battle raged was devastated.

The towering pine forest was uprooted, the trees fell to the ground in all directions, the branches and leaves were messy, the stone pillars were broken, and the pure white snow was scattered with charred soil and rubble.

The most terrifying thing was the sky, with electric snakes dancing, whistling winds, and flying snow being impacted by the air currents and unable to fall naturally. It hovered at low altitude. The entire Ostro Mountain was wailing for this amazing battle and trembling for the melee between these four top strong men.

But as the fight continued, Geyate felt something was wrong.

Tyrant Catholic and Dimension Bishop treated him as their own and did not attack him at all.

The two cardinals only caught Salon two against one, and even seemed to help him create a great opportunity for Geyate to sneak attack Salon.

Salon had to start guarding against Geyate.

"Geyate, you shouldn't come to disturb my fight."

Salon muttered to himself with a little dissatisfaction, without even looking at Geyate.

The previous fight between Geyate and Toliado felt too fake, as if Geyate was playing a joke with Toliado.

But the current situation seems to be a two-on-two melee.

"Saron, I'm not a traitor!"

Geyat could only shout like this angrily.

But he immediately realized that it felt even weirder to say this.

It was as if he was asking Saron to let down his guard and let him hit him.

"It seems that he is not so easy to fool."

Toliado and Sigrid whispered to each other.

"Saron, don't be influenced by them. They are the despicable cardinals of the Church of Resurrection."

Gayat listened to the conversation between Sigrid and Toliado with veins popping out on his forehead.

To him, what they meant was that Salon was not so easy to fool.

But to Salon, it might have another meaning!

The earth-shaking battle was staged again on Mount Ostro.

The fighting near the realm of gods made it difficult for mortals to observe.

"Change the plan."

Sigrid and Toliado said in a conspiracy, and then Sigrid rushed towards Salon and Gayat.

She smashed Salon's sword curtain with a punch, and then she was flashed by Toliado's forced displacement, appeared in front of Gayat, and punched Gayat.

"!"

Although Salon reacted, he didn't dare to help Gayat block it at this time.

If he faced the full force of Tyranny and exposed his back to the currently abnormal Geyat, he would be defeated and killed if he made a mistake, which would bring disaster to his companions.

At this moment, Sigrid did not give Geyat any chance. The purple pupils that had been relaxed most of the time seemed to be covered by cold frost, replaced by a firm killing and determination.

She turned into a storm and slammed her fist into Geyat's body!

Sigrid's violent power caused all the mountains behind Geyat to collapse like a surging sea tide. The first collision between the two was faster than thunder and shook the entire city of Brillda!

A wide crack appeared on Mount Ostro, as if it was swallowed up, and the bottom collapsed step by step. The finely carved sculptures and glass of the Capital Garrison Command were all shaken off in an instant, and the fragments were scattered in the wind.

Sigrid's figure was reflected in the angry eyes of the fallen Geyat in the ruins.

Even though Geyat's combat awareness had slowed down the world in his eyes when the crisis came, Sigrid's fatal attack did not make any noise. When the sound of breaking through the air reached his ears, Geyat had been hit, and a fatal shattering sound broke out in the air.

Without giving Geyat a chance to breathe, Sigrid's pursuit arrived in front of Geyat again.

"Geyat, let's go somewhere else to play!"

Sigrid blasted Geyat away like a meteor, pushing him towards the separate battlefield on the west side.

At this moment, she was attacking with all her strength, and her skin was surrounded by a faint silver glow, as bright and sacred as a crescent moon. This was not magic, but a phenomenon brought about by her physical fitness, immune equipment, and the perfect combination of the original stone tablet and fist intention.

Sigrid has a primordial slate that is different from other cardinals - [Priorital Slate - Foundation].

When the most direct normal attack is thrown with full force, it will be triggered, giving a sharp increase in its power.

"Gayat!"

Saron swooped down from a distance to help Gayat block Sigrid.

At this moment, Saron also found that Gayat did not seem to be a traitor, otherwise Sigrid would not have beaten Gayat to death like this.

Even if it might still be a trap of the enemy, Saron could not watch Gayat fall into a life-and-death crisis.

However, before he completely fell, Saron felt that his vision was misplaced, as if he had passed through a space wall and returned to the sky again.

"Your opponent is me now."

The voice of the Dimension Bishop Toliado sounded.

At this moment, his voice was no longer so cynical, but he was serious about Saron.

"Sigrid, the next step is up to you."

Toliado muttered in the direction where Sigrid was going away.

"..."

Saron looked at the Dimension Bishop Toliado with a complicated expression.

He knew that he had fallen into a trap.

All Toliado's purpose was to exchange opponents with Sigrid, and let Toliado hold Saron back so that Sigrid could defeat Geyat.

This time, the Archbishop's previous cowardice did not seem to be pretended.

But Toliado, who was beaten and ran around by Geyat, actually dared to challenge the second military god who was far stronger than Geyat, so Saron could no longer analyze what kind of person Toliado was.

"Hey, Mr. Saron, can we reconcile?"

Toliado finally proposed to Saron as he watched Geyat being shot down by the silver comet and flew away.

He was already a little scared.

Although Lanqi's plan was very good, he succeeded in exchanging opponents with Sigrid.

But the pressure came to him.

"Evil way."

Saron, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, was almost angry.

He had to help Geyat quickly.

Since both Geyat and Toliado have become sacrifices, the competition is about who can break through the opponent first, him or Sigrid, who are in the advantage position.

"Let me go! Although my attack power is not that strong, I am still strong enough to survive."

Toliado manipulated the surrounding space ripples like an acrobat, not letting Salon leave.

He was surrounded by a transparent six-sided cube, floating in the air, and any attack would pass through him.

At this moment, Salon's sword suddenly trembled.

And Toliado stared at the direction of the center of Brillda in surprise.

This was far more than the fluctuations caused by the battle on Mount Ostro just now, and even from such a distance, the vibrations in the triple barrier could be heard.

This can only mean one thing-

The battle between Hecintus and the White Robe Pope has begun.

...

The God's Temple in the snow is towering into the sky.

The originally crystal surface still glowed with dazzling golden light, as if magma was flowing in it.

It was a miracle stone that had been baptized by billions of years and remained immortal.

But at this moment, the building was hit hard by the figure of Geyat.

Although the extremely angry Geyat took the fatal successive attacks at close range, he had many damage reduction and life-saving equipment. His body was not shaken away again. He quickly stabilized his body between the ground and the air, and a dark purple mist formation began to erupt around him. Like the anger in Geyat's eyes, the invisible magic barrier in front of him resisted Sigrid's fist, and the sound and air waves of his disappearing figure were raised again.

"Too despicable, Sigrid!"

After resisting Sigrid's attack, Geyat continued to flee. Every word he uttered was like a curse. The heavy and cold magic was like a blade that cut scars on the dim mountain. He tried his best to use illusion and sealing to block all the space between Sigrid and him.

This woman is too scary.

It's impossible to stop her.

After seeing the successful line-changing tactics of Sigrid and Toliado, Geyat knew that this woman was coming to kill him.

His figure was hidden, his breath was disordered, and his figure was a little shaky. The snow mist cast a shadow on his face, making him look even paler and more haggard.

"What on earth did this thing eat to grow up..."

Geyat gritted his teeth and said, his voice was low and hoarse, and his resentment was beyond words.

He had fought against such opponents with only numbers but no mechanisms.

For example, Juliana, the national swordsman of the Kingdom of Alolan, who possessed [Original Slate-Regeneration].

He can easily suppress his opponent and beat him without any chance to fight back.

The mechanism of Tyrant Catholicism is simpler than Juliana.

The problem is that Tyrant Catholicism's stats are too high.

Like the Moon Goddess's foot filling, the aura on her body is very similar to Violet's.

She is not a human at all, and she can't be stopped.

Violet is also a numerical monster, and she also has a mechanism. Geyat has never understood why Violet, a priest, has the same physical strength and power as a warrior.

The wolf tribe, a perfect race with no weaknesses but only advantages, is indeed very reasonable to be exterminated, because its existence itself is too much!

"As long as we reach that place...!"

Geyat desperately fled, praying that Salon could break through Toliado as soon as possible, or better yet, Hecintos could defeat Loren as soon as possible. Now in the Cremon Memorial Square in the center of Brillda, Geyat could clearly feel that Hecintos and Loren had started a war, and the terrifying might of the God Age slash was like the anger of the gods.

And he had to hold it off before Sigrid caught up.

He still had an empty epic equipment card that he hadn't taken back.

It was placed at the bottom of the God's Temple.

[Illusionary Territory]

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

[Attribute: Seal/Illusion]

[Level: 8]

[Effect: You can drag the target into the illusionary barrier, and continuously summon illusionary void creatures in the barrier to assist in combat. If you successfully and continuously control the opponent for more than five seconds, you can keep it in the illusionary territory. The illusionary territory will no longer be usable before it is unsealed. ]

[Note: It may have sealed space and time together. The illusionary territory is similar to a parallel world. There is no concept of time here. Everything is completely disturbed and everything is stagnant. ]

Only by taking back the [Illusionary Territory] can he fight back against Sigrid.

Control for five seconds can often only be achieved by beating the opponent to an extremely weak state first.

Even if Sigrid cannot be sealed directly, the illusory barrier opened by this equipment can be used to restrict Sigrid, fight in his advantageous home field, and drag him to Saron!

Geyat took out a seal engraved with twisted agate and pressed it into the groove of the temple gate.

In an instant, the restrictions were lifted one after another, and the heavy stone door slowly opened, letting him pass.

Geyat's figure flashed into the door, turned into a black shadow in the heavy snow, and disappeared without a trace.

He knew that without the guard of other military gods, even the barrier of the God's Temple could not stop Sigrid for long.

The fist of the Tyrant Catholic Church can destroy everything in the world, even Saron's sword, Sigrid just used a steel fist to face it head-on. Just thinking about it, Geyat felt pain in his ribs, and he didn't want to be hit by such a thing again in his life.

Only the temple at this moment made him feel a little relieved.

The interior of the temple was solemn and solemn, and melodious and ethereal music echoed.

It was the sound of heaven played by instruments such as harp, flute, and wind chimes.

The melody was sometimes high-pitched and passionate, and sometimes low and gentle, shrouding the entire hall in a holy and peaceful atmosphere.

The music seemed to be chanting a sacred poem, and it seemed to be telling the history of thousands of years ago. It purifies the soul, heals the wounds, and brings infinite tranquility and salvation.

The thin morning light sprinkled through the rose window and sprinkled on the ground, decorating the interior of the temple with brilliance.

Geyat's figure flashed through the corridor like a ghost and came to the holy land of the God of War.

Just when Geyat was secretly rejoicing, a bright silver light suddenly lit up outside the temple, like a full moon rising slowly, dispelling the protection of the shadow.

Sigrid was already demolishing the wall.

Every vibration made Geyat's scalp numb.

He was afraid that the terrifying werewolf would appear behind him in the next second.

Just thinking about it.

The roar behind him became more and more intense.

Sigrid may have already rushed into the Temple of the Gods.

"You despicable wolf girl, I will fight you!"

Geyat roared, forcibly urging the remaining magic power in his body to set up barriers and seals in the corridors he passed.

However.

He got from the perception of the detection spell that this woman did not intend to go through the corridor at all.

Tyrant Catholic Church ignored the wall and broke it directly when she encountered it. Even if it would take a little more time, she would never recognize the way.

Cold sweat instantly covered Geyat's forehead.

This did not slow her down much.

Her thinking was different from others from the beginning.

Because Tyrant Catholic Church was hunting directly in the direction where he was.

No, she must not succeed!

Geyat accelerated desperately towards the center of the Temple of the Gods.

But not long after.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the light gradually dimming.

It seemed that it was not the light that dimmed, but some shadow caught up with him.

Geyat's brain had not finished thinking about this problem.

The sound of shattering that seemed to be inside the building a moment ago.

The next moment it was approaching his face!

"I have to defeat you quickly, otherwise my man will not be able to hold on."

The woman with green hair and purple eyes occupied his entire field of vision out of thin air, with a condescending and cold look in her eyes.

Although Lanqi could hold on to Hecintus, Hecintus was not stupid. Once he found that Lanqi only defended and did not attack for too long, he would find the problem.

She needed to complete the most important step in Lanqi's plan.

Sigrid did not give Geyate any room to react, and slammed her fist into Geyate's body again!

The violent force caused the interior of the God's Temple to surge and collapse, faster than thunder, shaking the entire Ostro Mountains!

The floor tiles of the God's Temple also cracked and collapsed, collapsing and sinking step by step. Geyate and Sigrid fell like weightlessness and came to a new wide space.

"Give up, Geyat."

Sigrid looked around the underground area of ​​the God's Temple and walked towards Geyat, who was leaning on the ground in a state of decadence.

"Hehe..."

A shadow clung to Geyat's forehead, and the corners of his bloody mouth slowly curved up.

"You didn't expect it, Sigrid, this is my escape route!"

The moment Geyat's magic power began to flow, the black mosaic cube with a strange red light behind him was bound to the stone platform by layers of chains, and the flashing magic-forbidden steel pillars stood around it and began to rotate and twist!

The terrifying power seemed to drag Geyat and Sigrid in together in the next second!

However, Geyat's laughter had not yet ended.

He widened his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

I saw mist everywhere.

As if a god rang the bell, the golden divine light rippled and turned into a storm, spreading from the God's Temple until it swept across the entire city of Blierda, celebrating the birth of the strongest and most powerful ninth-level god in the world.

Standing in the mist was a man with confused eyes.

Like a collapsed and melted ice cube, he sighed.

He stood alone in the black robe of a priest, bathing in the hymn, his face full of compassion, having long passed the test of life and death, and heard only the suffering of all living beings from the power of faith.

Life and death, for this man, seemed to be irrelevant.

But for Geyat, this was a more terrifying scene than death.

"Lo, Loren!!!"

Geyat shouted.