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When Angison saw Artis walking out of the hall alive, he looked surprised: "I thought you were dead."

He did not participate in this beheading operation, so he survived.

Such a terrifying scene can be seen from a long distance away, as if a giant is standing above the city and slapping it down.

The whole land was shaken by this, as if the gods were punishing them out of anger.

Then, they lost contact, and everyone thought that Artis and others were sacrificed in this operation.

He also continued to direct this war as the temporary leader.

This small setback will not make them surrender to those pagans. On the contrary, the loyal believers will continue to move forward more firmly.

A smile appeared on Artis's face, with a hint of evil, and he said piously: "Because of the Lord's blessing, I am reborn!"

When Angison heard this, his pupils trembled slightly, and he also knew what this meant. When a group of humans who are not so rational to begin with can ignore death, they will completely turn into a group of lunatics.

Death is a constraint and a rule for human beings. It makes human beings think twice before doing some dangerous things and maintain a certain degree of rationality. No one will accept death safely.

And indeed it is.

Artis changed his clothes again, put on his spare prosthesis, and said lightly:

"Continue the beheading operation."

Angelson reminded: "That monster should still be there, guarding the cathedral of Metamorphosis."

Artis smiled and said proudly:

"So what, but this time I will change my approach."

Then, he organized his people and rushed to the brightly lit city not far away again overnight.

Artis's assassination methods have long been famous throughout the southern continent. Countless chiefs, nobles, and officers have died at his hands. Before the war, he also habitually carried out beheading operations, trying every means to get rid of the enemy's leaders, and then suppressed them.

sexual war to achieve a perfect victory.

Also relying on this method, in the early wars, the foreign teachers achieved outstanding victories and once annihilated the main force of the church army.

In addition to the bone-chilling atmosphere at night, there was also unclear light snow floating in the air, wrapped in the wind, blowing on the face, and then emitting hot steam after melting.

After learning about the resurrection of Artis, the atmosphere among the pagans was extremely enthusiastic. If the gods could protect them from the threat of death, then there would be nothing to fear. What's more, loyal believers would sacrifice themselves for the sake of the church and the Lord.

Able to die without hesitation.

"They are like turtles, no matter how hard we bomb, they won't come out!"

Francis, the captain of the Holy Art Cannon Team, said with an angry expression.

Artis' expression remained unchanged: "Suppress them and suppress their momentum, so that they will become weak on the battlefield."

They have more than a hundred of the latest artillery pieces from Melun, which have ultra-long range and high accuracy. They are mounted on the mountains in the wilderness and continue to bombard the cities occupied by the Epizootic Cult.

For several days, the sound of artillery fire continued.

The artillery is extremely powerful and has the blessing of blessing. Even a werewolf with strong vitality will be destroyed if it is hit by a cannon.

Artis led hundreds of people past the artillery position, disappeared into the night, and secretly advanced toward the city.

"Everyone in the Epizootic Cult thinks I'm dead, so they will definitely relax their vigilance. Now is also the best time to carry out an attack." Artis said to the members of the secret group behind him who were wearing night clothes and light armor.

Pairs of scarlet eyes lit up in the dark night, like bats in the dark night, spying on the enemy's actions.

This explanation is originally irrelevant. The secret group is the most loyal believer, and they will carry out his orders unconditionally.

But he also felt that it would be better to explain something more clearly, so that everyone would be aware that even if it meant death, such an action would not be meaningless.

at the same time.

Su Changxing did not go ashore. He felt that this continent was being watched by countless pairs of eyes. Once he went ashore, he might be discovered by the gods behind the church. It was a good choice to hide in the ghost ship and act according to the situation.

He and these gods naturally came to be on opposite sides, just because of the competition for belief. There was more than one god, at least three, and he had probably seen two of them.

The god who spread plague in the empire, as well as the god whose body descended on Syndergar, and another one spread his flesh and blood in the world, and a piece of it was eaten by Count Mel.

His strength is far from reaching the realm of the gods, and he is certainly no match for these gods. However, in this world, those gods can only interfere indirectly.

As long as all traces of the gods belonging to this world are removed, then they will not be able to contaminate this world.

Su Changxing also realized a very important point. If these gods only need faith, there is no need to be attached to such a world. However, in other worlds, no trace of these gods has been found.

Whether it is on Blue Star or in other worlds, there is no trace of gods.

According to the information obtained from the eighth dimension, the gods have fallen asleep a long time ago and have not shown their traces for a long time. Except for a few powerful righteous gods, they give some information from time to time.

In this world, the gods are still active.

It is more like these gods are imprisoned somewhere, can only access the world, and need faith.

What kind of existence could imprison so many gods in one place?

The stronger the strength, the more doubtful questions there are. After wisdom and reason reach a certain level, people will not understand more. What is more important is information.

Everything in the world has internal connections and internal information connections. This is also the principle of the operation of the data eye.

He saw the huge monster hidden above the city. It seemed to be a demon, but its bloodline was very impure.

This is one of the reasons why it is able to gain a foothold in this world. Real demons cannot exist in this world at all.

Gods understand the structure of rules better than any living creature, so they also know how to avoid the restrictions of the rules.

This also means that even if they are banned from this world, they can still interfere with this world through various methods.

Atis and his men quickly approached the city. As if sensing the approach of Atis and others, the monster above the city gradually broke away from the illusory plane and condensed into the real dimension, with the outline of a phantom appearing.

No one in the city noticed it, including Atis and others. Although they looked at the sky from time to time, they could not see through the cover of the gods at all. They could only see the dark sky with stars.

Artis soon encountered a group of patrolling guards, and the two sides collided head-on and started fighting.

Artis showed quite terrifying power, far beyond that of a mortal. It seems that after this rebirth, his power is even more powerful than before. Even a musket can hardly penetrate his body, and he only needs to use the palm of his hand to do it.

Easily knock the opponent away, and use the blade in his hand to harvest the enemy's life wantonly.

What Artis brought were the elites in the church, and they were all very powerful.

They quickly resolved the fight, left the scene, and rushed to the Cathedral of the Metamorphosis Cult.

But such movement has already alerted other patrol teams in the city, and they are rushing here one after another.

The strange thing is that these patrols did not approach Artis and others, but surrounded the nearby area.

Seeing this scene, Artis felt that it seemed familiar. It seemed that he had been in a similar situation before.

Looking up into the sky, a huge palm with long black hair smacked down at them from the sky. The sharp nails glowed coldly in the darkness. The palm grew bigger and bigger until the shadow covered all the nearby blocks.

cover.

Accompanied by frightening roars and the smell of fear, they spread wantonly in the air. They could only watch helplessly as the palms fell towards them, and their legs stopped in place uncontrollably, as if they were frightened!

Su Changxing also saw the face of the monster clearly. It was a huge werewolf with long black hair, and its scarlet eyes echoed the bright white moonlight.

This is a terrifying creature that should never exist.

[Fear Werewolf: Level 4, the incarnation of fear, a creature raised in the shadows by the gods, condensed with hatred and resentment.

Once you see it in the dark night, just close your eyes and wait for death.】

Su Changxing stood on the platform of the ghost ship's mast, set up a black and white sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger the moment the werewolf took action. The bullet penetrated the dark night sky, flew hundreds of miles away, and hit the werewolf's wrist first.

The werewolf's hand was broken off at the wrist, and a blazing white flame burned brightly, lighting up the entire night sky.

People in the city looked toward the night sky, toward the burning, holy flames and the huge, ugly monster that was revealed.

"The Lord protects us!"

With a fanatical look on his face, Artis shouted and led the people to kill in the direction of the cathedral.

More than ten kinds of blessings fell from the sky at the same time, covering them, including the blessing of shadow, which made them disappear from everyone's sight and approach the church secretly.

Since Su Changxing came here in person, it meant that he would end this war with his own hands.

War is always accompanied by interests and various purposes, but its destructiveness is often beyond expectation.

If this continues, I'm afraid the entire southern continent will be destroyed. People are the foundation of faith, and if too many people die, the gain will outweigh the gain.

The blazing white flames grew stronger and stronger, wrapping around the werewolf's entire arm, and a fox's face emerged, screaming.

It's the blazing white devil.

However, it is no longer a real demon, but a part of Su Changxing's belief. It lives in the belief and can be condensed by the belief and appear in the real dimension.

After Su Changxing completed his promotion, these four demons had become part of his faith.

Chaos and faith have a certain homogeneity in themselves. They seem to be two completely opposite forces, but they tend to be unified when tracing their origins.

Only the form of existence is different.

A large number of beliefs in the Zangsheng Cult were gathered from all over the world, breaking through the belief barriers of the Metamorphosis Cult in one fell swoop.

It was purely numerical suppression, giving them the absolute upper hand.

A strange phenomenon appeared in the dark night sky. Sunlight shot out from the clouds, just like day and night.

"Ouch!"

The body of the blazing white demon suddenly grew larger as the flames burned, and with a fierce force, he threw the werewolf to the ground. The two huge monsters rolled twice in the ruins.

now.

The church of the Epizootic Cult was in a state of preparedness, and the air was full of solemnity.

"The executioner is approaching here. As long as he dares to enter here today, he will never return!"

The pope holding a golden scepter stood on a high place and said loudly that although he was a new pope, his majesty was the same. Anyone could become the pope with the authority given by the gods.

"Yeah?"

A rhetorical question came from directly above.

A figure in black robes hangs upside down from the church ceiling.

Then two, three, four.

No one knows exactly how these assassins of the Sect of All Living Beings entered this place. They fell from the ceiling one after another and rushed towards the location of the Pope.

This was an honest assassination, without any cover-up.

The Pope snorted coldly and waved one hand. Many of the soldiers around him grew larger in size, breaking through their clothes and armor, revealing their bodies covered with long black hair. They were ferocious werewolves with scarlet eyes.

Full of desire for destruction.

The Pope is the leader of Epigenetic Cult and can also play a role in stabilizing and gathering faith. Killing him can push Epigenetic Cult into the abyss.

The shadows slide among the crowd, swift and light, unobtrusive.

The dangerous information is real.

Finally, the Pope realized something and looked back sharply. The scepter in his hand formed a silver spear and was thrust hard into the ground.

A mechanical arm stretched out from the ground and grabbed the silver spear. Artis poked his head out of the shadows and crawled out. With his other hand, he stabbed the Pope with a slender blade.

All this happened in an instant, and the surrounding church soldiers did not react, and they were unable to stop it.

For Artis, moving in the shadows is easier than eating or drinking. It is naturally easy to break through the blockade of so many people.

The pope opened his eyes wide and saw the two sharp fangs protruding from Addis's mouth, like sharp blades that seemed to be about to pierce a person's eyes.

He couldn't help but close his eyes and raise the scepter in his hand. The powerful force field spread around him, centering on him, and bounced away Attis, including the surrounding church soldiers.

"Just because you're a monster? Don't even think about it!" the Pope roared, and the scepter in his hand ignited a red flame, forming a spear more than ten meters long and piercing through Artis.

At this moment, he was endowed with unparalleled divine power and possessed the power to transcend reality.

Battles between churches are always unexpected, and you never know what means the other side will use at the next moment.

The upper limit of strength does not depend on the person, but on how caring the spirit behind it is.

Artis was launched into the air, and then hovered lightly in the air, with a pair of black wings spread out behind his back, like a bat's wings magnified countless times.

The power accumulated in his blood was activated, bursting out with terrifying power, and grabbed the flaming spear that penetrated him.

The heavy force collided in the space, causing concussions. The walls of the church cracked inch by inch, and the glass of the surrounding windows shattered at the same time, splattering to the ground.

The Pope recognized that this was a blood race, a creature that lived in the shadows like werewolves. He was not surprised because he had seen relevant records in the church's epics.

at the same time.

The members of the secret group who followed Artis all showed their true appearance, spread out pairs of black wings, exposed their slender fangs and started fighting among the crowd.

Among the foreign teachers, Artis is not the only one in the Shadow Vampires. An entire secret group is composed of Shadow Vampires. Some of them are not real Shadow Vampires but they have accumulated the blood of the Shadow Vampires. At some point, they will truly become the Shadow Vampires.

Erupt and transform into a shadow vampire.

Both the Shadow Vampires and Werewolves were transformed from humans. They were affected by Chaos and became immortal monsters. While gaining strength, they also lost their identity as humans.

Artis collided with the Pope, his sharp claws pierced the Pope's chest, and took out his heart with one hand.

At the same time, he was also pierced through the abdomen by a flame spear, and the flames continued to burn his flesh and blood, emitting a large amount of white smoke.

Both sides seem to be losing out, with no one benefiting from it.

But Artis was no longer a human being, and this injury was no big deal to him. Just as he was about to tear the Pope's body apart with both hands, the church was shaken again, and the east wall cracked, revealing a long

The huge hairy calves were burning with white flames.

That was a broken leg of the Dread Werewolf.

It seems that the blazing white devil has the upper hand, but in fact it is because Su Changxing has a lot of faith as support.

Standing on the mast, Su Changxing watched this scene quietly, everything was still under control.

After being promoted, his control over faith has risen to a new level, and he is fully capable of confronting epic creatures like the Dread Werewolf head-on.

If we really want to compare, the Dread Werewolf may be even more powerful than Wan Fang back then, but his strength has been suppressed in this world. Otherwise, just by standing there, this continent would have been devastated.

"Mortal, you are blaspheming!"

"You will fall into a point of no return!"

"Back off now, I guarantee you will be forgiven!"

…

All kinds of gibberish rang in his ears. Su Changxing looked at the sky, knowing that it was the voices of the gods warning him.

Of course, he will not retreat because of this. He will continue to control the blazing demon and eat away at the body of the feared werewolf. He has gained the absolute upper hand. Victory is only a matter of time.

On the other side, Artis killed the Pope and led people to evacuate the city in the chaos. Due to the two giant monsters disrupting the situation, no one stopped them at all.

Some things are destined.

When Su Changxing came here, the demise of the Epigenetic Sect was already doomed.

The size of the blazing white demon is getting bigger and bigger, gradually surpassing the size of the fearful werewolf, wrapping around its body, sucking the nutrients from its flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, Su Changxing also relaxed a little. After all, the opponent he faced was a god. He did not dare to be careless at all, and was even ready to evacuate this place through the illusory plane at any time.

"It's nothing more than that." He sighed, feeling that even if an epic creature like the Dread Werewolf looked powerful, its upper limit was only here.

Jin looked into the depths of the black sea, glanced sideways at Su Changxing, and warned, "Someone is coming."

The slight sound of water flowing came from a distance, and then became clearer and clearer, as if sliding by my ears.

Su Changxing also looked in that direction for the first time. It couldn't be a coincidence that the person appearing here at this time, and most people couldn't see the ship at all. The other party was obviously coming towards them.

It was a small wooden boat, which was extremely stable in the waves. A man in a black hood was rowing the boat towards them.

It was faster than it looked, and it was close in the blink of an eye.

"Your Excellency should not be here."

Under the hood was a pair of old faces, one eye was blind, and the other eye also looked cloudy. The man looked at Su Changxing and spoke unhurriedly, with a steady voice.

This is an Extraordinary, a fourth-level Extraordinary, and also a player.

This is how Su Changxing saw the fourth-order extraordinary people except Hongjun, who looked like a cloud of fog floating on the sea, and might dissipate at any time.

[Fog God Envoy: Level 4, controls twisted power, is divorced from human nature, and exists as an immortal. 】

God's messenger...

Su Changxing sighed, and probably knew the purpose of the other party's coming here: "So you are coming to fight with me, for those gods... You have such powerful strength, there is no need to succumb to them."

The Mist Traveling Divine Envoy stopped his movements. There were dewdrops sliding on the leather coat on his body, shimmering with a cool halo. His movements were very slow, with a smell of decay. He glanced at Su Changxing meaningfully, and then lowered his head, indifferently.

said:

"You have crossed the line. Mortals should behave like mortals, instead of trying to surpass others to gain power that they cannot control."

"That would cause chaos..."

"Leave here. I'll just pretend that nothing happened. I'm a long time old and I don't want to meddle in other people's business."

"Leave here, leave this world!"

The words are not that powerful, even weak, but they carry a vague pressure with infinite pressure and an air that cannot be refused.

Before Su Changxing could say anything, Jin smiled strangely and cursed: "It's none of your business! This is not your home. We can go wherever we want."

Makes sense.

Su Changxing did not speak, but looked at the other party quietly, his attitude was very obvious. He would definitely not retreat even now. The relationship was established. Even if he retreated, the gods might not give up.

The Mist Traveler glanced sideways at them and sneered: "In that case, you are offended. God-thief, you have gone too far!"

"Your behavior has offended all the gods in the sky!"

It seemed that a cold wind was blowing, and a layer of ice formed on the dark sea. He walked to the bow of the ship and looked up at the stars in the sky.

Su Changxing was not surprised at all by the appearance of the other party. Over time, some powerful humans would always emerge, and among them, there were probably not a few who succumbed to the gods.

Mortals will be mortals after all.

Gods are still gods after all!

Su Changxing only asked one question: "How many are they?"

The Mist Traveling Divine Envoy did not shy away, with a smile on his face and said without hesitation: "Just like the stars in the sky, there are more than you can see or imagine."

He couldn't remember exactly how long it had been. Over the long years, things had changed, and he had seen all kinds of creatures, some of which were as powerful as gods, but so what?

He felt that Su Changxing should surrender, just like him.

"What now?" The Mist Walker asked again.

Su Changxing said calmly: "There are more than I thought, and it's not surprising."

The Mist Traveler smiled inexplicably. His smile was bright and lively, and he seemed to be several years younger.

There was a high-pitched singing sound rising along with the waves, like thousands of knife blades rising up and down, arranged in rows and rows.

Su Changxing has always thought that the so-called gods are just more powerful creatures, because he already has it and has a deep understanding of it.

The so-called faith, the so-called church, including the gods themselves, were nothing but a huge deception, and he smelled of fraud in them.

It's quite unsettling, no one knows what is hidden under the veil.

Su Changxing's body was separated and broken bit by bit by the night wind, like gravel, and collapsed on the rotten plywood.