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"It's cold."

This is the first feeling that the clergy of the Temple of the Fallen Temple of Pamela came to this edge of land.

Compared with the four distinct seasons of the land where humans were once, the land of night is maintained between 25 degrees Celsius and 35 degrees Celsius all year round, which has a tropical climate.

The Lord of the Fallen Temple has eleven sub-temples, and Pamela is one of them.

At this moment, receiving a notification from the Yamara war tribe for help, and the secret oracle that the great fallen **** personally descended on, the Temple of Pamela, after a short preparation for the descending ceremony, took all the things that the temple could convene in a short time. The clergy rushed to the edge of the area between the Temple of Thousand Faces and the Temple of Depravity.

In this emergency trial mission, a total of more than two hundred clergymen were dispatched.

In addition, there are hundreds of derivative beasts.

This is also all the high-level clergy and war history that the Panmela Temple can dispatch temporarily, and each blood spawn is comparable to the strength of a third-level creature.

As for the Fanatic Guard, it was thrown far behind because of speed, and it took a while to rush to the destination.

The task time is urgent, and the senior priests can only move forward.

Most of them have been blessed and sheltered by fallen gods.

This is due to the fact that the fallen **** is a newly-developed god. The prayers of believers have not completely overwhelmed his spiritual consciousness, making him completely a humanoid weapon of war. Almost every once in a while, he will be more or less Or less came to the oracle, or even came to the miracle in person.

But as time goes by, the time for the fallen **** to come is undoubtedly getting shorter and shorter.

The high priest looked at the crow at the back of the team in blood.

This crow, with its feathers extremely dark and smooth, without any abnormalities, was full of vigor, and was riding on the back of a high-grade derivative beast, resting with eyes closed.

suddenly.

The crow seemed to perceive the high priest's gaze, and it opened its eyes.

"I read fear in your eyes."

The High Priest of Pamela is a **** creature in the form of a scavenging beetle, with three pairs of tentacles growing on top of his head. It said in a low voice, "The reason tells me that since the cataclysm, we have been weakened so much that it is difficult to reconcile. The human see contends."

"But this is our home. Tell me, are you still willing to carry out your original promise and dedicate everything you have to protect the fallen faith?"

The crow stretched out its wings and took a few strands of snowflakes from the sky.

The white snowflakes on its feathers were contaminated into pitch black in a short time, and its eyes seemed to have corrosive mental power, degrading everything it touched, and classifying it as laziness.

"I am willing to give everything for this."

After getting the Beetle's answer, the crow nodded, very calm.

It does not have the emotional waves of the priesthood and blood, and even the emotion of facing death has gradually faded. This is the price of the prayers of hundreds of millions of believers and the power of law and divinity.

While enslaving believers with doctrinal beliefs, it will eventually become what the believers think.

Only a dozen kilometers away are left.

The clergymen can even perceive the energy field full of fierce oppression, and the eerie source of frost in the depths of the blood fog, the source of the law of frost, a huge giant peeping at the little things here is slowly near.

But for the crow, the confrontation with the arrogant and powerful evil **** who broke into Fengyan without permission had already begun.

The two sides are getting closer.

at last.

With the emergence of two pure metal war kings with a length of more than ten meters, a row of pure metal war weapons of different shapes is like a solid city wall, blocked in front of many bloods, and they look at the already beginning to take shape in the distance. Behind the formation, dozens of anthropologists stand high in the sky, guarding the ice giant who has been squeezed in half by the wind wall behind them. A pair of arms are doing their best to grasp everything in front of them, trying to get the back half of the body in.

All blood became suffocated.

"Yamara..."

The peacock blood raven, who took the painter's wishes to the fallen temple for reinforcements, saw the ruined blood nest, and couldn't help crying.

With such tears and emotions from the bottom of the heart, the clergy who came along could not help but feel some sympathy.

Sympathy, what an extravagant emotion.

It is not easy to appear in these clergy.

But for the fallen **** whose spiritual will is gradually being eroded by believers, when he has become a legal weapon to protect believers, he has already regarded the low-level blood creatures as his livestock, just devouring spiritual prayers. As food.

Therefore, it has hardly caused any emotional fluctuations in this blood nest gathered for its own believers.

It's like looking at a stone, unremarkable.

"Break through the lines of defense and guard the faith! This is its most vulnerable time and the best chance to defeat it."

A jet of black light suddenly soared into the sky.

The invisible ripples spread, and the fallen **** issued orders for the war of faith.

The law of depravity erodes the soul of every priest. They are willing to fall into perdition. In order to protect the faith in their hearts, they dedicate everything and initiate a desperate charge.

Boom, boom.

The pure metal war weapon developed by Fladick made dull footsteps on the ground.

The derivative beasts, which are a mixture of biochemical flesh and metal machinery, are not to be outdone. The war weapons that the **** creatures have continuously strengthened to fight against the Vatican angel wars are now used to deal with scholars.

The **** priests, with a defying attitude of fear of death, caused the scholars guarding behind the temporary barrier to take a deep breath.

Pioneers still need at least four or five hourglass hours to fully enter the eye of the wind and exert their full strength.

Before that, she could not escape, and could only be used as a sandbag to be beaten passively.

But fortunately, most of the pioneers who have already come in, already have the ability to resist.

The only thing that made them feel uneasy was that the soaring black smoke behind the blood of these priests, the divine breath that spreads in it, has far surpassed methods such as clones or sacrifices.

The air was full of malaise and non-desolation.

Being so far apart is gradually eroding everyone's will.

Not only the psychological impact, but also the imprisonment of the energy magnetic field.

"From the perspective of the nature of the law, you should be the fallen **** in intelligence? Heh heh heh, it seems that my luck is good, and I came to the weakest mansion, and I smelled the breath of the weak from you. "

[Ice Age] At this time, Di Jiana even ridiculed.

Her unscrupulous mental roar made the low-level scholars who were a little nervous when they came to the divine residence during the first expedition to relax a little, and successfully angered the priests.

The positions developed by pure metal war weapons ahead are constantly falling.

But Dijana, who was still racing against the clock and trying to break into the Phoenix Eye, was not worried about this.

Different from the worries of the Big Three.

Dijana is the pioneer who completed the growth and transformation in the second golden age of academia after the wasteland disaster.

She witnessed the academia revolting from the oppression of the Holy See, and living in a new era with stronger adaptability in troubled times.

The former enemies, whether they were the Holy See or the wizards of the dark world, or the wall demon and superman, have either perished or have been eliminated by the natural environment in the adaptive competition with scholars.

Therefore, Dijana is almost blind and fanatical about her self-confidence in the outstanding capital of scholars and the social system.

She is ready for the worst.

Even if it fails and cannot complete the blueprint for capturing T's genetic engineering, it will use fission-level radiation weapons to saturate the attack and completely destroy this wind eye, without continuing this primitive war mode.

Scholars are invincible.

She would not believe that the so-called T-number genetic engineering blueprint would allow these barbaric creatures to replicate the miracles of academia!

And it is with such a plan that Di Jiana will not worry about the possibility of her failure next.

After all, the overall strength of this Fengyan is really not worth mentioning to the human academia after the second golden age of technology explosion.

"Sink into the darkness, fall into the abyss, I will see more clearly, chasing the watch in my heart."

Doctrinal law, quiet voice.

The crow's body was constantly swelling in the black light, and it was becoming more and more terrifying.

The coercion of the laws that override the lower creatures is constantly releasing in all directions through the gods condensed by the tides of faith. The white snowflakes in the sky have also been stained with black and gray, and even caused many relatively inferior pure metal wars. The weapon began to show a slight sluggish delay.

The fallen **** is finally in the mortal world, showing its full body posture, releasing unparalleled power!

Although the crow shrouded in the gloom is only a dozen meters, it is even less than most legendary creatures, but the light of the law that is full of palpitation and sinking is undoubtedly a desperate stagnant water that drowns everything. .

The tentative long-range attacks of the guardian scholars only caused ripples of black light.

"You are the future of the academia. The reason why you were recommended by the pioneer deans of all parties. To participate in this expedition, you should know your own value if you want to. You have a long-term future and are a valuable asset of the academia. So In the next war, I hope you can... survive the process of training and learning."

Tijana had already sensed that the fallen **** was in the process of transforming into a law weapon.

It gradually reduced to the way its believers prayed, a machine without emotional consciousness.

As a weapon, the fallen god’s mood swings are pitiful, and fighting is also the most intuitive collision. The only way to confront with the power of the law is to be rough, crude, and primitive for higher creatures, but for lower creatures. It is full of overwhelming power.

Dijana has become more and more able to understand the advanced advantages that pioneers have when facing these divine residences that require the support of faith.

Rumbling rumbling rumbling.

Ice crystals and black light, cold ice and degeneration collide.

[Ice Age] Tijana, who was stuck in the wind wall, could only use the power of the law to confront the fallen **** head-on.

One side is supported by the tide of faith and has a steady stream of divine power.

The other side is to reduce energy consumption and maintain the magnetic field through more subtle laws.

The war lasted one day and one night!

Affected by this, the corpses in the surrounding area of ​​several thousand meters were covered with ice.

There were pits and icy gullies everywhere. Metal war weapons and derivative beasts were almost twisted after biting each other, and they were frozen in ice.

finally.

With the arrival of thousands of mad believers from the Temple of the Fallen and joining in this singular war against the invading Cthulhu, the blood eaves finally made the invading Cthulhu pay a huge price, and finally ended in a disastrous defeat, and the body of the **** was severely damaged.

"Start then!"

Dijana was weak and painful, unwilling to growl, and withdrew from this eye of wind in embarrassment.

The fallen **** Crow, with the home court advantage and the support of the believers, guarded the eye of the wind.

The followers of the blood madness watched embarrassedly fleeing away from the ice crystal evil god. The void left in the wind wall is in the process of the powerful self-healing process of the wind eye. It is getting smaller and smaller and healed continuously. They cheered and celebrated this greatness. victory.

Although this victory was too tragic.

however.

"So, is it my turn next."

[Wujin Zhanpu] Diga, the black, high-temperature firebird that he transformed, was made of tungsten steel, and suddenly got into the slender bird's beak from the gap of the wind wall that had healed to the last gap.

Two flames spurted from the nostrils.

Such a change suddenly made the cultists of the Fallen Temple panic for a moment.

There is still an evil **** outside?

How did they come one after another?

There is no support from the tide of faith here, did they build the temple outside the eye of the wind?

This is impossible.

The incomprehension and doubt, the subversive mode of warfare by scholars, made Xueyan feel deeply disturbed in their doubts.

Only the fallen god, which has been gradually weaponized, is gradually losing emotions, and at the same time losing the ability to think. It almost immediately launched a war against the invasion of [Ujin Zhanbao] Diga. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

This time, the war lasted longer.

The war lasted three full days!

But [Ujin Battle Soul] Tiga can do nothing more than that.

More and more blood gathered in the eyes of the wind, and gathered here one after another. It tried to break through the wind wall time and time again, and it suffered even stronger thunder resistance, even if it was the true body blessed by the fire of Ujin. After all, it is difficult to maintain.

After a helpless sigh, it chose to leave sadly, admitting that the invasion had failed.

"Victory..."

"We finally won!"

This time, until the wind wall was completely healed, the **** people murmured in the sea of ​​volcanic corpses.

Thousands of blood gathered here.

It's not just mad believers and the clergy of the fallen temple. Almost all of the nearby blood spur tribes have gathered. This is a life and death war between nations.

Even with the support of the tide of faith, the fallen god's divine power is almost exhausted. It is too tired. This situation will undoubtedly accelerate the erosion process of its spiritual consciousness and become the purest weapon to guard the doctrine of believers.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie, it seems that the two of them are not lucky."

Suddenly.

Far away in the Brood Forest, [Astrologer] Hei Wen's gloomy laughter came faintly, once again breaking the celebration of the **** guardians.

Along with him, there are the King of Many Eyes and the low-level scholars who are responsible for the guardianship, who are stunned looking at the tragic scene of the tragic war of the two heavens of ice and fire.

The **** soldiers who were enthusiastically clearing the victory of the war looked at the depths of the turbulent blood fog, another group of invaders slowly approaching here.

The war for several days is too long.