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"Of course the result was bad. They went to the family members and were captured. But as a god, I think it's better to hand over the execution power of your majesty to your fellow majesty."

"Ares! You madman!" Jian Yulei roared at Ares with red eyes

"Your delusion will not succeed. When we repel your army, Orari's family will definitely destroy your country! Banish you to the sky!"

"Keep talking! I love to listen." Ares made an exaggerated gesture of listening, with a pleasant and malicious smile

"I like to hear the prodigal dogs bark and bark. The louder you bark, the more right I am."

"Aren't you laughing at me for playing old-fashioned war games? Don't you always call me an idiot in private? Now, my wise colleagues, you have been captured by me, an 'idiot'!"

Ares walked back and forth beside these bound gods, and the ear-piercing laughter accompanied by him was his greatest humiliation to these gods

"Let me see, what am I going to do if I break Olalie? Well, I must piss on the top of the Tower of Babel, facing all of you!"

"Ares, if you capture Olalie, then you alone will guard the monsters under the Tower of Babel."

A god named Thoth responded very calmly

"We don't care about your war, but don't forget that it's all a game. Ares, you've gone too far, so don't blame us for kicking you out!"

"What? Do you want to be serious?" Ares laughed even more wantonly. He pulled out the Sword of the God of War on the ground, aiming at Thoth from a distance.

"Then let's go to war! Let's go to war unscrupulously! I'm looking forward to that scene so much. My people trample the world with horseshoes in my name, and then, as gods, we jump out and fight for our family!"

"In the end, we fought until the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark. Looking back, haha, all the family members are dead!"

When Ares said this, there was no pause or pretense. he's excited, really excited

The God of War really doesn't care and even desires to turn the lower world into a burning hell and become the second God of War's melee heaven!

"Next, I still have some things to deal with, Mr. Ares, I will leave these to you to deal with." The arrogant and calm response

"Okay! By the way, help me call Carly and the others over before leaving. Isn't it better to be alone than to be happy together hahahahaha!"

Ares laughed wildly and ran away. Arrogant took a last look at these gods indifferently, but also turned and left here.

It is time for this tiresome war to end.

...

The horn sounded, and the crowds were crowded. From the end of the horizon, there was a violent and restless Scarlet Demon Army, and there was no need for a second repeat.

However, compared to the previous one that only had two troops and could only bury their heads and do things recklessly, this Scarlet Demon Army received assistance from Ragia.

A whole artillery unit was finally transported to the front line. These hideous and terrifying demonic weapons were ready to go. The sharp wailing of monster souls in the howling fire wind made the warriors of the Blood God feel physically and mentally happy.

Of course, none of this can compare to the satisfaction of cutting off an enemy's skull and offering it to God.

The support this time not only brought a group of artillery, but also a mage unit belonging to Lagia.

Holding skulls and steel whips in their hands, and wearing thick brass armor, burning flames projected from their eyes.

These guys don't look like a group of spellcasters. To be precise, these guys are indeed spellcasters, but... psykers.

"The gods are a group of treasures that cannot be dug up."

Mu Feng commented on Olalie's gods in this way, and described them in a very blunt way. These high-level creatures with powerful nature and self-restraint are inexhaustible treasures--and high-level tool people.

The purpose of making the thinking souls of this group of gods into a streaming server is not just to open up a virtual world. These gods, like sparks bursting out all the time, are also an excellent resource that can be reused.

Connecting their conscious souls to the forged stone of reality provides the coordinates of reality—that is, these psykers can achieve the realization of fantasy through relatively small energy consumption.

The essence of psionic spells is that wishes come true. Psykers project their thoughts in the conscious world, and then refract them into reality and materialize them through psionic power.

Then, in the absence of a specific "fantasy world" like the subspace, it is more difficult to construct a consciousness projection, and the energy required to refract reality is also greater.

One of the great benefits of using the brains and minds of those gods as streaming servers is that the souls and minds of these higher creatures can completely play the role of that 'subspace'.

Then, there is the problem of connection and projection.

It is just enough to use that fake reality stone as a transit hub. Turning fiction into reality, instead of cause and effect, a group of cheap psykers were created in this way.

I saw these blood-colored psykers shaking the dry bones in their hands and continuously chanting those horrible blasphemous words. Dedicate their allegiance to the great being of their mindlink, and then draw their own lives to fuel their power.

They were calling frantically, and their roaring thoughts opened up the junction between reality and fantasy, and portals leading to illusion were opened one after another. In the portals, the sound of melting fire made of wrought iron and the shocking sound of fire could be faintly heard. The roar of the unknown.

And what came out of those portals were monsters built by the gods of war.

The scarlet and deformed Khorne hound, the bloodletter wielding the flaming demon sword, and the war golem swallowing molten magma, such monsters that are profane with reality and cannot be realized have come from fantasy to reality.

These horrific monsters swallowed their horrifying figures in the jumping arcs and burning flames, and the surging power from the thinking world transformed the surrounding reality.

The grass withers and burns, the earth gushes out magma, the world of thinking is eroding the space of reality, and transforming all these into places suitable for these evil things.

But the erosion of this world stopped abruptly before it was about to spread completely.

The power and rule of Uranus threatens this erosion of the world. Although the rules of Uranus were circumvented by tricks, if God o used his spirit and thinking to excessively erode the world, it would be regarded as using divine power to interfere with all this.

Although the rules of Uranus are simple, it uses invisible pressure to block all possible tricks.

God of War's disdainful and angry roar came from behind the portal, but it didn't matter, everything from the perfect world in the mind of God of War was enough.

These dissipated auras from the thinking world constructed by God of War bless all the berserkers and demons, making them even crazier and more cruel!

There was no need for orders anymore, the moment Baqie shook the bell stick in his hand, the scarlet magic army rushed out like a wave of destruction.

They vowed to trample everything in front of them, and offer endless glory to the great God of War!

"They are coming..." Bell watched the trampling demon army, slowly picked up the silver hand, looked at the miserable green army behind, and said softly

"Go and release your desire to destroy...no need to hold back."

"Destroy, all of this!"

"waaaaaaaaaagh!!!"

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Chapter 117. Unjust War

Those who trampled on Olalie were a group of monsters who only knew killing and war, but didn't know forgiveness, let alone mercy.

But is it a group of great heroes who guard Orari?

No... It's just another level, and it's even more 'worse' legion.

The miserable green army of thousands, controlled by the demonic blood infection, roared and roared towards the scarlet demonic army in an unstoppable desire for destruction.

Not long ago, the cowards who would tremble and even have nightmares in the face of this destructive force were now like knights who bravely charged in the face of a dragon.

But that's not courage, they're just not afraid.

The fear that fills the spirit and brain is dominated by a purer and larger madness. Without fear, they must do everything possible to release the mad desire for destruction in their hearts. After the fear is wiped out, only the thoughts driven by evil energy remain An incomparably pure desire to destroy everything in front of him.

Neither side is a good thing, and both sides are things that are extremely crazy and more thorough than monsters.

But to deal with monsters, you should let the monsters do it, the same crazy and cruel, how can you extinguish the same crazy thing?

"Rip them apart!!!"

In the rear of the scarlet demon army, demonic cannons that imprisoned monster souls were activated amidst hysterical roars and screams, and those shells carrying souls and curses flew out wailing, and landed heavily on the attacking fel army among.

Destruction, death, that was inevitable. Even though these men drank the blood of demons for power, most of them remained flesh and blood.

And when these shells explode, they will also release the souls of the monsters inside, and inflict secondary indiscriminate soul and physical damage on the surrounding survivors.

They are not yet powerful enough to become monsters that ignore the laws of physics and objective facts.

But even if they were blown up and killed, this group of demonized army whose brains were almost burned out by evil energy still did not flinch, their only purpose in their eyes was destruction, and their only purpose was to tear apart the guys who charged towards them!

Moreover, Olalie is by no means without countermeasures.

On the city wall, the summoned spell-casting troops continuously poured magic power into the fel energy crystals supported by Mufeng's friendship in front of them, and the transformed fel energy was injected into the fel crystals that were placed in the burning magic fire of the Fel Stone.

These evil stones were activated, as if possessed of 'life' by the creator, and then they flew into the sky.

The clouds that were dyed red instantly took on a miserable green color, and what dragged and fell with that miserable green color were stones that were 'alive' one after another!

boom! ! ! !

Countless heavy meteors bombarded the Scarlet Demon army, and the huge explosion of fel energy blasted countless berserkers, Khorne hounds, and vampires into pieces!

But this is just the beginning, from the trauma of the earth that was smashed into huge holes, hellfires slowly climbed up one by one. These living elemental demons, burning with inextinguishable flames of fel energy, tilted the flames of fel energy and dealt a heavy blow to all the lives around them!

Like the many previous fights, this war still lacks strategy and wisdom at all.

Only a group of monsters fought violently with another group of monsters, as if they were self-destructing, they were going to tear each other and tear their own way.

But this is often the norm in war.

Those surprise attacks, tricks, and brilliant schemes are the minority of war, and they are still a small number of successful cases intercepted from a larger number of torn apart failures.

A good fighter has no great achievements, and this is the truth.

Shak, who was almost demonized into a huge demon, jumped up, roared and smashed into a group of Khorne hounds, opened his mouth, and sprayed raging fel flames, burning those equally terrifying monsters.

Her thick and strong arms grabbed the berserker in front of her and tore them apart, and then she blocked the vampire's sword with the strong demonic spikes on her arms.

But for the Scarlet Demon Army, they just felt even more ecstatic.

Only in this head-to-head, blood-to-blood war fortune is more in line with their appetite and God's favorite--let those tricks go to hell! We will shed blood like rivers!

"...This is completely wrong."

Through the magic mirror, Hestia saw this horrific scene, she lowered her head and muttered to herself

This is not the story she expected at all, this is not a hero vs. demons, but a group of demons vs. another group of demons!

There is no element of justice in the fight between monsters.

But……

"Hahahaha, well played, beautifully played!!!"

"Tear up those bastards and make Ares cry!!!"

Hestia silently looked at the cheering "similar" around him, they didn't care about it, and most of them were even more happy with the splendor of this war.

Yeah, what is she thinking? Didn't she and her 'kinds' come to the earth just to be happy? For entertainment, no expense was spared.

For them, this completely wrong game is nothing more than a new way of playing.

It might or might not be better for them.

It's just, my child, my Bell... what kind of... monster have you become?

Hestia looked at Bell who was always expressionless in the magic mirror, and said softly.

"The situation is very good."

Bell looked at the two groups of monsters fighting together, his golden eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice

Evil energy infusion is indeed a method that can quickly make the weak stronger. As long as there are enough 'materials', any amount of cannon fodder can be produced.

Of course, Bell didn't have such evil thoughts, he just knew that he used extreme methods to protect everything he loved—although, this was a bit too extreme.

"Go and meet our enemies!"

Bell raised his right hand, the glorious holy light tore through the atmosphere and summoned a group of war horses built by the holy light.

The light casters who followed him, and the scholars who created them, let their "father" who they worship infinitely summoned the holy light horse and charged forward!

The purpose of their charge is not the chaotic battlefield, in fact, it is too stupid to charge there. They are the users of the Holy Light, and in the eyes of demonized ones whose brains have been burned out by evil energy, they will only become things that need to be eliminated even more.

What they raided was the artillery formation of the Scarlet Demon Army.

The Holy Light Warhorse under Bell's crotch erupted with a speed that was unmatched by ordinary biological mounts, leading him around the chaotic battlefield and heading towards the rows of artillery attacks.

As it should be, he received a warm greeting from these demon artillery.

Cannonballs burning sparks and souls were hit in front of him one after another, but Bell didn't dodge or dodge, just propped up the shield of the holy light and charged forward!

"Fire! Fire!"

The officer in charge of the artillery line roared hysterically, he was not afraid of death, he just wanted to tear up these enemies as much as possible to please the God of War.

Only by killing more enemies, the wonderful God of War kingdom will be open to them! In that sublime heaven, they will enjoy unimaginable joys in this world!

Rows of soldiers braced against their advancing spiked shields, shielding their own flesh from the deafening daemon cannon behind their heads.