Divine Civilization

Uh ~ "

Before everyone could react, St. Luke had pulled his sword out of the sheath.

In the long sound of the sword, he raised his sword at the center of the battlefield in one stroke, and the swift sword light penetrated the rain curtain and fell straight down the sky.

Like Tianhe upside down, the horrifying sharpness tingles the human scalp.

The tauren and the demons were in shock as they were at war, and felt the approaching death almost at the same time.

If you don't retreat, you will die!

The horses on both sides flew back like an electric shock.

Under the crisis of life and death, those demons have already exerted their speed to the extreme, and every figure is as fast as lightning.

However, they are fast, that sword light is faster than them.

Almost at the same time they were backing down, the sword light had been chopped down, and the overwhelming sword light drowned them instantly.

"what!"

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhhhh!"

There were continuous screams on the battlefield.

I do n’t know how many demons can escape. In the light of the sword, the ash flies away. Even the high-level demons and black smoke are almost wiped by the sword.

On the contrary, the Tauren people thought that this time would be undoubtedly dead, but did not want the sword light to scratch their bodies and stroked in the past. Although the blazing sword light curled up the bovine hair on their bodies, no tauren was injured or killed by it.

After a moment, the sword light dissipated, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground.

Under the torrential rain, the deep ditch caused by Jianguang gathered a lot of rain in a blink of an eye, just like the Chu River and Han Dynasty traversed the entire battlefield.

One side of the sword mark is an untouched tauren. On the other side, most of the demons are wounded.

The Tauren looked at this scene sternly, but did not respond for a long time.

For a while, there was silence in the room.

...

"Hehe ~" Just outside the planet, a spacecraft two or three kilometers long was so quietly suspended in the void.

Wu Hui was lying on a special Taishi chair in front of the bridge, eating all kinds of delicious food that the beautiful angel peeled and handed over. On the side is watching the performance of Saint Luke, who has reached the strength of the eight-winged archangel, and it is as easy to deal with those weak magic puppets as it is to open a matchless.

Taking advantage of overlooking, Wu Hui also saw the entire Chenhui plane through the porthole. There is no doubt that this is a very beautiful planet. However, at this time, the planet seemed to be shrouded in a dark mist, and the space was somewhat distorted.

Those dark mists are trying to erode the world through their twisted spaces. Those magic mists have already eroded all the gaps in the space where many weak spaces overlap.

All kinds of ugly monsters desperately drilled into the Chenhui plane from the gap, and they gathered in groups to wait for the higher demons to enter. Once waiting for a higher demons, under the lead of the opponent, they will launch a crazy attack on the nearby Tauren tribe.

The crisis faced by this tauren tribe is not single. Now the war on the Chenhui plane has been fully ignited. There is a spark of sparks. If it is not rescued, it is estimated that the Chenhui plane will be taken by that branch Mysterious demonic civilization devours devour.

This is the planet plane that Wu Hui bought for a large price, pointing at it to generate income.

Settle down!

Wu Hui continued to look at Saint Luke's side.

The high-level demons who reached level 9 were shocked by Saint Luke.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, pilgrimage Luke Yaoyao, and asked, "Which **** is your lord? Why should I get involved in my demon race?"

Although his attitude was polite, his tone was not lacking. The comer is powerful, but the demons he belongs to come from a branch of the demons in the distant starry sky. Based on them, the demons of the tribe are gathered, and there are 11 levels of demons. No one can afford it.

St. Luke glanced at him with the corner of his eye, but ignored him, but closed his sword and returned to his scabbard, looking down at the tragic tauren.

"The Lord of the Original Plane has sold this plane to my Lord. From now on, everything on the plane will belong to my Lord, including the Tauren family."

He announced in a deep voice that as he spoke, a majestic spirit swept across the audience, and everyone instantly understood the cause and effect.

The transaction was completed at the Coyce trading market, and the entire process was documented. It can be found at random, and it cannot be faked.

The smoky complexion suddenly turned black, and the tauren clan was suddenly uproar.

"This, how is this possible ?!" The Tauren Chieftain Tong Ling's big eyes rolled round, shaking his head frantically, refusing to believe it all, "How could the great ancestor abandon us ?!"

Behind him, the shaman's pale face had completely faded.

As a shaman, he is one of the closest to the gods, and one of the most sensitive to the changes of the gods. Recalling the fact that he could no longer receive feedback from the gods during recent prayers, he could not even deceive himself.

"What he said is probably true."

He pursed his lips, shaking his voice.

It takes time to establish faith, but it takes only a moment to collapse.

The Tauren people have to accept the blessings of the ancestors since their birth. The ancestors are not only their beliefs, their ancestors, but also their spiritual backbone.

Hearing the shaman's words, the tauren, who was still holding on to luck, suddenly collapsed.

Many tauren fell into the ground and lost their souls, and even some tauren cursed directly. The tauren boys also became confused and overwhelmed.

The Tauren Chieftain couldn't help screaming, and his heart was full of pain and confusion. The blood-gathered ancestors have abandoned them. What significance does it have to support them till now?

Among the cliffs, the old shaman hiding in the cave also widened his eyes incredulously, pursing his lips and whispering: "How can ... how can ..."

St. Luke doesn't care if they accept reality.

On the whole Chenhui level, I don't know how many Tauren tribes are still being hunted down. He doesn't have time to talk to them, and he doesn't have time to wait for them to calm down.

He flapped his wings and fell among the tauren, and said lightly: "The plane will change to the master, and the native people on the plane will generally become slaves. But my Lord is kind and willing to give you a chance."

Then, as soon as he raised his hand, he invited a statue of light from the storage ring.

The idol is three or four people tall, bright and clean like jade, and the weather is majestic. As soon as it fell to the ground, a faint golden light bloomed.

"This is the image of my Lord. You know what to do."

After all, he didn't wait for them to react and then took off again, flapping his white wings and galloping in the other direction.

In the sky, a golden eye with wings flew through the thick clouds and descended from the sky, leading Saint Luke in the front.

In the blink of an eye, his figure lingering in the holy light disappeared into the thick cloud.

"Shaman, Chief ..."

Seeing Saint Luke's departure, the tauren who had thought they were safe were suddenly disturbed.

Saint Luke's meaning couldn't be more clear. No **** will bless irrelevant people, believe in this god, they are their own people, everything is good to say, otherwise they can only survive and die.

The tauren chief and the tauren shaman looked at each other, hesitating for a moment.

Before they changed, they would not even hesitate, and they would never abandon the ancestral god. However, their hearts were shaken after being struck by the ancestors.

However, shaken and shaken, the faith in the ancestors has long been rooted in their blood and soul, so how easy is it to make the determination to change their faith?

"Master Smoky, what shall we do?" A Demon seeing Saint Luke leave, and hurriedly approached Smoky to ask respectfully.

"Now that you are gone, do what you want to do." Hei Yan snorted coldly. "Even if a **** has bought this noodle? If you want to take over the noodles, you have to see a few devil adults agree not to promise."

It took them a lot of money to get a demon order to expedite this planetary plane that was searched by folding in four dimensions.

As long as this plane is occupied, the entire demons will use this plane as a springboard, gradually eroding this star field, and even the entire star continent.

And they will also receive great merits. Even his black smoke may get a lot of resources, so that he can have the opportunity to be promoted to the devil. How can such a good opportunity be missed?

"Master Smoky is right." The demons complimented charmingly, "There are a few masters of the demon god, and there is no need to worry about a little hair god."

After speaking, he turned around and kicked the ordinary demons around him: "What are you stupidly doing? Unhappy! Get rid of all those tauren who don't know anything!"

The ordinary demons were stabbed for a while, but did not dare to complain in the slightest, turned around and killed the minotaurs under the cliff with their minions' minions.

Suddenly, the offensive just paused again, and the tauren were surrounded again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Tauren Chieftain took the last breath to the front. However, they knew in their hearts that it would not be long before they were in their current state.

After finally fighting off a wave of attacks, the Tauren Chieftain added several scars to his body, and the injured left leg could hardly move.

He gasped sharply: "Elder Shaman, you take an idea, I listen to you."

Seeing him like this, the tauren shaman smiled sadly: "Even the ancestors have abandoned us, what can we hesitate? Forget it ~ that's it."

With that said, he turned and knelt down towards the tall and towering idol, holding his hands up and reaching to the ground.

"Great deities, please bless the tauren ..."

His voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, with a desperate determination.

...

In the "Judger" battleship, Wu Hui has been paying attention to the situation of Chen Hui's plane.

The moment the tauren shaman opened his mouth, he was suddenly moved, and found that there was a new channel of faith that squeezed the original channel of faith and connected to his godhead.

At the same time, the new channel of faith is still consolidating and becoming stronger and stronger, and in just a few breaths, it has turned into a believer. In this way, the trend of its transformation has not stopped, and it continues to solidify, but it is much slower than before.

"Oh, really, no matter what kind of creature, it is always the most vulnerable at the most critical moment."

Wu Hui lamented.

Moreover, the tauren are a tendon. As long as they do not abandon them actively, they will hardly betray their faith.

As long as all the remaining tauren on the Chenhui plane are converted into believers, it won't take him many years to buy the **** crystals used by the plane and earn back again ~

The blood hoof didn't take these people away, it was really cheap for him.

"God, upgrade the idol."

Without waiting for the tauren shaman to wait long, Wu Hui thought, a drop of divine fluid turned into a torrent of energy, and instantly poured into the idol on Chenhui's plane along the channel of faith.

With the influx of divine power, the idol immediately began to transform and upgrade, and it rose to level 4 in a short moment, which is equivalent to the level of the bright idol in the main church of the principality of the light plane.

Level 4 idols can store 625 divine power. The coverage of Shenwei is 120 kilometers. It has level 4 light blessing aura, level 4 healing aura, level 4 purification aura, level 4 war aura, and four light skills. It is very powerful.

Within the power of the idol, all own combatants will be blessed, and enemy combatants will be suppressed.

The metamorphosis was completed, the idol shook slightly, and it suddenly bloomed with a great deal of light.

This light is bright and bright, just like the dawn of dawn, bringing infinite hope.

When the light of God arrived, the cloud above his head began to dissipate quickly as if he met a nemesis, and even the pouring rain began to weaken rapidly.

In just a few breaths, the clouds dissipated, the rain stopped, and the hot sun appeared in the sky again. The sun shines, and everything shines.

The tauren were still immersed in the sorrow and anger abandoned by the ancestors. When they saw this, they were surprised for a moment, and then they exclaimed: "Elder Shaman, idol ... idol ..."

The tauren shaman pressed his forehead close to the ground and prayed reverently. Hearing this voice raised his head quickly.

The sight in front of him shocked him.

When sacrificing the ancestors, the idols of the ancestors will appear a little different, but there is no such weather. This **** who took over Chenhui's plane, is so powerful?

When he was horrified, the idol swept open a circle of halo.

This halo is misty like the morning light, but it is astonishingly fast, and silently swept over the bodies of all tauren.

As the Tauren Shaman felt the aura swept through, a warm force merged into his body.

This power is as gentle and gentle as the drizzle of spring, nourishing his nearly exhausted body. In a short while, his body was rejuvenated and his complexion returned to ruddy.

At the same time, other tauren around him also felt the change brought about by this power.

The fatigue caused by continuous fighting has disappeared silently, the exhausted physical strength began to recover quickly, the bleeding wound stopped bleeding, granulations re-grown on the broken limb, and the small wound was silent. Healed in time, and scars were barely visible ...

The warm light is flowing in their bodies, their already strong muscles are nourished, and they become stronger and stronger.

For a time, as long as the undead Tauren almost recovered most of their combat power, even the most injured Tauren Chief was wounded more than half, and even the strength had risen by a large margin. Weapons became more rapid.

"Divine grace! It is divine grace! We tauren are saved!"

The tauren shaman burst into tears, his voice trembling with excitement.

He rubbed his heads one after another towards the idol, so that the tough cowhide on his forehead was almost worn out without stopping.

The channel of faith above his head almost solidified, transformed, and became a fanatic.

Noting the changes in the Tauren family, the high-level demon Smoky Heart who hadn't put the idol in his eyes suddenly gave an unpleasant premonition.

However, before he thought about where this premonition came from, an ethereal halo passed over his body, and swept across the entire Demon camp in an instant.

Suddenly, a terrible coercion rolled down like the sky.

The black smoke felt as if he was in the hot magma instantly, the bone joints all over his body seemed to be burning, and even the magic in his body seemed to run wild like a natural enemy. He used I tried my best to suppress it and barely controlled my magic.

Even he is so, let alone those lower demons?

There were moments of sorrowful wailing from the lower demons, and in the wailing, the surface of their bodies seemed to be blazing, one by one, with the light of the holy light. As if the light of the morning sun shrouded, the blister burst quickly, and the black magic gas was continuously vented in the sound of "Zila", and the situation was unbearable.

The halo that shrouded them was like the nemesis of the demons, and the blink of an eye greatly weakened the fighting power of these lower demons.

This pure power of light ...

Smoky complexion suddenly changed: "Bright Protoss!"

damn it! How could it be a bright protoss?

The Bright Protoss is a fairly ancient race in the universe. It was rumored to have dominated the entire universe when it was the strongest. Although it has now fallen, there are still many different branches in the universe.

Although he has never really seen the Bright Protoss, he also heard the elders of the tribe say how difficult and difficult the ancient race is and how restrained the demons are.

He never thought that such a humble little plane like the Chenhui plane could attract the bright protoss!

However, at this moment, even if he recognizes that the idol is related to the Bright Protoss.

Seeing that the demons were suppressed by the halo effect, the tauren shaman refreshed, and yelled quickly: "Clan people! God's grace comes, the time for the counterattack is here! Kill!"

While speaking, he waved the bone stick skillfully, and the **** breath of golden light permeated from the bone stick, soon covering all the tauren inside.

This is the shamanic shaman "inspiring morale" of the tauren shaman. Infested with light, the power of this shamanic witchcraft almost doubled.

Shrouded in blood, the morale of the Tauren people rose sharply.

The tauren chief swept away the demons who rushed forward, and his right hoof stepped on the ground fiercely, and an uproaring roar came out of his hair: "Roar ~ kill kill! Revenge for the brothers!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The surviving tauren roared on the ground, and even the old tauren who had been guarded in the middle couldn't help picking up their weapons and rushing forward.

The furious black smoke was suddenly drowned by the surging tauren.

In a blink of an eye, the original rout situation was suddenly reversed, and the demons were suppressed by the tauren, and they reluctantly recovered the situation until they exited the halo envelope.

This scene under the cliff is just the beginning.

Just as the tauren began to counterattack, St. Luke had flew to another tribe inhabited by tauren.

The situation in this tribe is not as bad as the previous one, but it is not optimistic. St. Luke regularly announced the change of plane, and then dropped the idol and rushed to the next Tauren tribe. The same scene was staged in this Tauren tribe.

In less than half a day, idols took root in the Tauren tribe, and one idol was a stronghold, covering half of the Chenhui plane like a net.

With the help of the idol, the situation of the tauren ’s overall defeat has finally been greatly relieved. Depending on the idol, a battle of offensive and defensive positions has begun, and the original offensive of the demons has finally been contained.

On the "Judge" battleship, Wu Hui was in a good mood.

The Tauren has a straightforward personality and a simple mind. His faithfulness is obviously higher than those of the Aesop planes. The operation of St. Luke actually made him have 67 extra devotees.

In his current net worth, although these few fanatics are nothing, the Tauren family is said to have 500 million people. Even if the population is now being sieged by the demons, the total number is still considerable.

When these tauren have become his followers, even if the efficiency of the idol collecting the power of faith is much lower than that of the godhead, it will still allow him to soar the amount of **** power he harvests every day.

"Your Majesty, these demons are really abominable." St. John kept his eyebrows watching the picture transmitted by the eyes of the Holy Light, and suddenly said at the moment, "Unfortunately, the old nests of the demons are opposite those gaps in the space, otherwise, their subordinates must take The soldiers went to clean them up. "

"Not in a hurry. The real strong of the Devil haven't shot yet. This battle will not end in a short while."

After more than a hundred years of polishing, Wu Hui's demeanor is more stable now, and he is more impatient and impatient.

He said in a deep voice: "With the order, the Palace of Gods soldiers will build a door of space in three days. I will build a door of space between the Tauren Plane and the Kingdom of God to support me at any time."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Hui immediately ordered ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ the hall of the soldiers to run at high speed like gears. Within three days, the germ of a space gate was built.

Wu Hui used the method of building the gate of space on the Aesop Plane to give the shaman of the Tauren Plane to ask them to build an altar to worship the idol. Soon, the space anchor of the Chenhui Plane was marked by the altar. , Established a solid space channel, and solidified the channel on the door of space.

With this gate of space, the Kingdom of God can immediately send reinforcements as soon as there is any trouble on the Tauren plane.

This is the fact that the kingdom of God now has more battles and insufficient troops, otherwise the angel army will be sent directly to suppress the situation, and the demons will not even think of the door of the gap in the space.

At the same time, behind the snarled magic mist, there was a horrifying roaring god, and the magic mist twisted wildly, as if there were some peerless fiends going to rush into the Chenhui plane.

"My lord!" St. Luke arched his hand slightly anxiously. "The demons on the opposite side of the folding space are very powerful. Shall we dispatch a large army, put them in one or two, and cut off each other's arms?"

Wu Hui, however, was very calm, and his spiritual force swept across the continuously distorted spaces, and he grinned: "This is an excellent opportunity. You lead the army to defend the Chenhui plane and block and strengthen those space gaps. The magic below level 10 All ethnic groups are brought in to sharpen those tauren. In addition, from the two planes of Guangming and Aesop, the army has also been mobilized to support. Don't worry, fight slowly and fight for hundreds of years. The degree of it, you can grasp it. "

Wu Hui understands that war is the best catalyst for spreading faith.

"Yes, my lord!" St. Luke commanded on one knee, determined. As long as it is my Lord's order, whatever it is, he will unswervingly carry it out.

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