The King of All Worlds: Start by Summoning Angels

Chapter 69

The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was full of stars.

"What is this?"

"Glowing rain?"

"This is the first time I've seen such rain!"

"So beautiful!"

More than a thousand gray dwarves in the tribe were all stunned by the scene before their eyes.

Endless light rain enveloped the entire tribe.

The sacred light poured down on the world.

This was the first time they had seen such a beautiful scene in their lifetime.

Many gray dwarves couldn't help but reach out to touch the falling light rain...

However, there must be something wrong when things are abnormal!

The old chief of the tribe shouted: "Everyone listen, use the things around you to cover your body as much as possible, don't be contaminated by the light rain, and don't touch it!"

The old chief and a group of tribal warriors were the most sober.

They were also the first to act.

Release the magic power in your body to condense a shield and cover your body.

But this seems to be of no use at all.

The falling light rain, like a phantom of nothingness, directly passed through their magic shield, and even passed through the armor on their bodies and entered their bodies.

With the integration of the light rain~

A group of gray dwarf warriors suddenly felt that their souls were cleansed.

The body and mind were comfortable.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Not only did it not hurt me at all, but it made me feel very comfortable."

"I was very nervous just now, but now I am very relaxed, as if all the troubles and negative emotions have disappeared."

"I heard the call of God!"

"Me too."

"There are countless holy sounds ringing in my ears..."

"I know, I was wrong!!"

"I am a sinful gray dwarf. I should not bully the tribe members, and I should not frame Ruber in order to improve my status in the tribe..."

"God, please forgive my past mistakes!"

"I pray to the sacred and light, to the Supreme Lord, and to my soul for salvation!"

Beside the old patriarch of the tribe~

One after another, the strong men of the tribe began to cry bitterly.

They even threw away their weapons and prostrated on the ground and kowtowed crazily.

More than half of the strong men of the tribe were repenting.

This strange scene made the old patriarch and several level eight gray dwarf warriors sweat coldly.

What frightened them the most was...

It was not just these level six and level seven tribal elites.

None of the tribesmen with lower levels could stay awake.

At a glance, the densely packed gray dwarves threw away their weapons, took off their equipment, and all knelt on the ground.

More than a thousand gray dwarves in the tribe.

None of them were spared.

All of them were repenting their sins.

They kept asking for forgiveness from the Lord of Holy Light.

For the old patriarch and others, such a scene was even more terrifying than meeting the devil of the dark world.

"Damn it!"

"Get up! All of you get up!"

"This is evil magic! It's the temptation of the evil god!"

The old patriarch screamed in fear and kicked down the tribal elites who were kneeling on the ground nearby.

He tried to use this method to make the tribe members regain consciousness.

However, this method did not work at all.

He saw with his own eyes that the tribal elites who were kicked to the ground by him actually got up again, continued to kneel and pray to the evil Lord of Holy Light.

There was no pain on their faces.

There was only the piety of believers.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!"

"The war hasn't even started yet, and the tribe has already been defeated!"

The old patriarch looked dull and fell into deep despair.

Because at this moment~

There were only four of them who were awake in the entire tribe.

One was him.

The other three were level eight warriors of the tribe.

As for the other tribe members, they were all captured by the belief in the evil god.

An eighth-level gray dwarf asked with a trembling voice: "Chief, what should we do now?"

"I feel like I can't hold on any longer!"

"The evil god's belief is too terrible, and my will is being destroyed!"

"Chief, only you can save the tribe now!"

The other two eighth-level gray dwarves also spoke up.

The old chief turned his head and looked at them, only to see that the three of them were trembling, their faces were pale, and their expressions were

There was endless fear and despair.

He wanted to boost morale, but he couldn't say a word.

Before the war started, he felt that he was very capable.

Now, he was also panicking.

After all, before the horn of war was officially sounded, their tribe had lost 99% of its combat power.

There were more than a thousand tribesmen, and only the four of them were still holding on.

Not to mention, the number of enemies was as high as several hundred.

A round-the-clock battle was enough to tear them to pieces.

The old patriarch smiled bitterly and said, "I can't even save myself now, how can I save the tribe?"

An eighth-level gray dwarf hurriedly said, "Patriarch, you can't lose faith! If even you give up, then our tribe will be completely finished!"

"Don't worry, I won't give up!"

"Even if there is no hope, I will fight to the last moment!"

The old patriarch drew out the long sword on his back and looked up at the four-winged archangel Elena standing high in the sky, and the hundreds of angels who were approaching.

He now understood why the goblin tribe was conquered in a short time.

The belief in the evil god destroyed the will of the goblin tribe.

How long can the few remaining goblins resist?

The current gray dwarf tribe is suffering the same treatment as the goblin tribe.

"Believers of the evil god!"

"There is no breeding ground for faith in this world!"

The old patriarch held a long sword in one hand, stared at Elena with an angry expression, and said like a curse: "One day, your Lord of Holy Light will be surrounded and suppressed by our native intelligent race!"

"The heretic who blasphemed my Lord is not worthy of pity!"

The four-winged archangel Elena's soft face was filled with indifference.

She waved the staff in her hand, and sprinkled a brilliant holy light.

Suddenly, the more than a thousand gray dwarves ended their prayers.

Then, they stood up in unison and quickly moved away from the old patriarch of the tribe.

In the blink of an eye...

Only the old patriarch and the three level eight gray dwarves beside him were left in the square.

When looking at them, the gray dwarves of the tribe even had strong hostility, because they felt that the old tribesmen were too stubborn and stubborn.

What's wrong with believing in the Lord of Holy Light?

Their native intelligent race is pursuing immortality.

As long as they believe in the Lord of Holy Light, they can immediately obtain immortality at the soul level. Even if they die, their souls can return to the divine realm of the Lord of Holy Light and exist forever.

Isn't this what they are pursuing?

Moreover, under the protection of the Lord of Holy Light, the Gray Land Dwarfs can still move towards glory.

The old patriarch and his men should have no reason to refuse!

"The evil gods should be destroyed!"

Seeing the hostile eyes of the tribesmen.

The old tribesman was so angry that tears were about to flow, and at the same time he was more and more angry.

Because in his opinion, the reason why the evil Lord of Holy Light spread faith was to enslave their people.

Now, the evil god has done it.

So, the evil god must die! !

The old patriarch could no longer suppress his anger, and roared and rushed towards the four-winged archangel Elena.

Although he did not have the ability to fly, he was not helpless.

He slashed the long sword in his hand frantically, and in an instant, sword lights dozens of meters long burst out.