The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The roar of the high priest just now has something to do with it. This is to send a warning of the highest foreign enemy invasion to the surroundings.

As the Blue Star confrontation with the top powers and occupy an absolute advantage, they have not issued such a warning for a long time. The last time was when the nuclear missile was about to bomb.

But last time, they took a frantic dispersal among millions of people, using it as the quality, dispersed into the vast space, and there were no sanctuary.

In this case, nuclear missiles that have lost valuable bombing targets can only return without success after a short half-distance, and have to suspend their attacks.

But now, a completely unfamiliar power of faith has come here, and he will never think that this is a friendly exchange.

In the enthusiastic gaze of hundreds of thousands of believers, there were more and more martial artists in the sky, and they soon gathered to more than fifty. The powerful shield aura shielded the sky.

The warning sign in the heart of the high priest was slightly relieved, leading the martial arts group, and the army that quickly gathered from below, flew towards the center where the red rays of light gathered in front.

It was a beautiful round-faced woman with the racial characteristics of a yellow goblin, and the power of faith in her body was unprecedented.

Surrounded by the army at this time, there was no trace of fear. Instead, he looked at them enthusiastically, as if looking at the fish on his chopping board.

"I wonder who your Highness serves?"

The high priest flew over and watched the more than sixty martial artist-level powerhouses around the baby waterfowl show dread, and did not immediately act.

His heart was shaking. The church with so many martial masters should definitely not be obscured, but why there is no information before?

The baby waterfowl and the sixty-two people behind them put their hands on their chests, their bodies flew into the sky, their eyes level with the high priest.

Behind him was twined with red light, and among the shocking eyes of hundreds of thousands of believers below, two pairs of sharp blood-colored sword wings slowly unfolded, more than eight meters long.

"My name is the **** of blood."

Between the sixty-three four-winged blood angels, illusory prayer scenes of sentient beings emerged, covering the sky, driving away the power of belief in the storm, leaving only a blank space at the statue of the **** of storm.

A wave of blood, killing, and the will to clean up the world slowly swept across the hearts of everyone present, making them panic and instantly know the doctrine of this blood god.

"...Ability God..."

The high priest who was crushed by the sacred power in his body was horrified, barely raised his head, and roared: "This is the domain of the **** of the storm, the angel of the Ability God, do you want to start a war?"

The surrounding martial artists discovered to their horror that these blood angels, who were only a dozen more than them, showed a realm that only saints had when they gathered together!

Whether there is a field or not, the strength is completely different.

No matter how large the number is, if there is no formation to unify the forces, sublimating them into a qualitative change is an ant.

With his roar, a huge change finally took place on the huge statue in the center of the temple.

The ocean of faith like mountains and seas began to converge, the surrounding air was heavy as iron, and an unknown terrifying force was awakening.

"My lord! My lord!"

The hundreds of thousands of believers below were excited and ecstatic, kneeling to the ground and praying fervently to the sky, a feeling of closerness emerged in their hearts, and their understanding of the storm belief was a little better.

The baby waterfowl's complexion became extremely solemn, ignoring the high priest's roar, mobilizing all the power of the domain to stare at the slowly awakening statue.

She could feel that a huge will that completely exceeded the limit of the Nascent Soul Stage monk was coming through the layers of space.

"...Roar... the humble unbelievers..."

Rumble!

In a trance, it seemed to see endless light, endless heat, and clusters of mushroom clouds that couldn't be seen rising from the border, blowing up the impending majestic will into chaos, and could no longer take care of the battlefield here.

"Unbelievers who steal the power of the gods, you will be judged by the gods, and your soul will be burned to ashes by the holy flame."

The impending will to withdraw, a ray of sea-blue divine power flew to the baby waterfowl, and the storm imprint was drawn on her wings without refusal, and a faintly terrifying divine might spread out.

But in the end, all the visions disappeared, leaving only sixty-three four-winged blood angels such as the baby waterfowl, as well as martial-level enemies such as the high priest whose face turned pale.

The high priest said majesticly: "The angel of the false god, if you leave now, you can still be temporarily free from divine punishment, and your soul will fall into the bottomless abyss!"

There was no response to the bluff.

The illusory blood sword domain slowly expanded, enclosing them, restricting their sacred power mobilization, and isolating their escape space. The meaning was obvious.

"Fight for the Lord! Kill the angel of the false god!"

The high priest showed craziness and determination, the scepter danced, and three sea-blue hurricanes came from the sky to bite the surrounding blood sword field.

The endless light of faith shed on more than fifty martial artists around, greatly increasing their strength and defense.

"kill!"

More than fifty martial arts barbarians roared, like meteors of different colors launching a desperate charge towards the surrounding sea of ​​blood swords, and a large sea of ​​clouds was shaken away.

It did cause some impact, and they were crushed in the blood sword area where they desperately attacked the lower half, consuming some of the blood angels' mana.

The baby waterfowl looked at them coldly, and the crimson sword energy composed of the power of 63 faiths condensed into shape, forming a murderous sword prison that enveloped more than fifty warriors who fought to death.

In the sword prison, the sword aura was like a tide, and the three sea-blue hurricanes were first cut off as if entering a shredder, and then were dissipated in the air by the tearing peak.

More than fifty warriors who initiated the charge broke their weapons under the blanket of red sword aura, the shields were quickly eroded, and bright meteors of various colors fell to the ground just as they rose, mingled with powdered flesh and blood.

After three breaths, only twenty people were left wrapped in the realm, among them the scarred high priest.

"Angels of false gods, don't you think..."

The high priest flared his hair and beard, roaring to say something.

But a huge sword aura formed by the superposition of ten sword auras smashed him and the tragic and solemn words in his mouth to pieces.

The remaining martial artist couldn't help but feel cold.

"All right."

The baby waterfowl looked around at the remaining twenty-odd martial artists, and said lightly: "Are there people who are willing to abandon the false **** of storm and convert to the great **** of blood? This way they can survive."

As priests and paladins who truly believe in the gods, the high priest and others are given their power by the gods. It is basically impossible to betray. The moment of betrayal is the moment of death.

Unless there are gods of the same level or above who are willing to accept them, keep their souls and give them strength.

But this is not the case for the remaining people in front of them. They may be believers, but their strength is not the power of belief, but the power of self-cultivation, which is similar to a force that is biased toward the body.

"Here you don't want to..."

"We Ellen would rather die than surrender, we will..."

The blood-colored sword light kept flickering, and along with these words that might seem tragic to others but completely insensitive to the blood angel, the number of people quickly decreased, and only sixteen remained.

The remaining martial artist looked left and right, shivering under the gaze of the blood angel who was always expressionless, and knelt on one knee:

"We are willing to convert to the great God of Blood!"