As her eyes and face opened and the light was engaged, Xia Qiya's brain began to wake up, and her head scratching slowed down.

The logic is chaotic, the experience of a duel dream is extremely poor, fragmented, and unable to be organized. But from the second half of the voice onwards, all memories were clear.

"Looks like you've found the answer from the bottom of your heart. ”

"Open your will and enlightenment will come to you. ”

Suddenly, Xia Qiya felt a strange power looming in her body, which made her not feel uncomfortable in her body after a hangover, but full of strength, and even her brain was much clearer.

"I owe allegiance to the majestic Krem...... "Xia Qiya jumped up from the bed with a face full of surprise: "I have gained divine power, I have gained divine power." ”

After being happy for a while, she realized in distress that while the divine power was very wonderful, it was also difficult to capture. It reminded her of what Alice was talking about – opportunity.

Yes, in order to comprehend divine power, it takes a special opportunity.

On the premise of not understanding the nature of divine power, Xia Qiya couldn't be sure what should be the so-called opportunity for a while.

"Take your time, take your time. ”

Even if you can't use it now, there is no doubt that you have divine power in your body. Xia Qiya comforted herself, her eyebrows fluttering, and she couldn't hide her pleasure.

She wanted to tell Qin Song in person and thank him for everything he had done.

But on second thought, perhaps it would be more meaningful to show it to everyone and express gratitude after mastering the divine power thoroughly.

Right!

And so it was decided!

......

In the dark and dreary sky, white lightning continued to explode in the clouds, and rolling thunder continued to echo in the lonely wasteland.

The rainstorm is like a note, and thousands of rain pillars of silver line hang upside down in the sky.

"Quick, quick, don't be lazy! Use all your strength to respect the Holy Spirit!" With lightning and thunder, a special team is struggling to move forward in the torrential rain.

It was a peculiar procession, with well-armed knights in front and behind, guarding a strange carriage in the center—the carriage was more than four meters wide and six or seven meters long, and was equipped with four sets of eight iron-clad wheels, dragged by two rows of sixteen sturdy horses.

A group of knights on foot, standing on both sides and behind the carriage, were shouting slogans and pushing hard.

On the horse-drawn carriage, there was a huge carriage completely enclosed by wooden planks. The contents of the carriage seemed to be extremely heavy, and the wheels were sunk deep into the muddy road, and no matter how hard the groom whipped the pack horses, no matter how hard they shook, they swayed back and forth, and they could not move an inch.

"Everyone work hard, the front line is tight. We must hurry up and get the relics on time!" Marderan's student, the Templar Martels, wore a heavy cloak and shouted slogans through the long jade curtains, furrowing his brow tightly.

Since his beloved teacher 'died' to Blackstone Collar, the vengeful Martels is eager to immediately ask for help and lead the Templars to spare the chickens and dogs that Blackstone Collar had killed in order to pay tribute to his master.

However, the inquisitor Kobraenko, who wore the mask of innocence, never gave the order. The young and vigorous Martels couldn't suppress the fire of revenge, and his face was indignant in several meetings.

Eventually, Kobranko gave him a task.

It was not to attack the Blackstone Lord, but to escort the 'Golden Icon' to the makeshift camp established by Sir Crick on the Blackstone Lord's front. It was no easy task, the huge golden icon, before it was placed in the core of gold, was a pile of cold, heavy metal that required a special carriage to transport.

The speed of the carriage was very slow, and the road was only halfway through, when the clouds covered the sky, and the torrential rain fell sharply, and the whole team was completely in the mire.

The air was dreary and oppressive, just as Matels was in: "Damn the weather!"

The Templars were far more powerful than servants and pack horses, but they could not dismount their carts, as their noble status meant that they could not put down their shelves and do such menial work.

Fortunately, the rainstorm came and went quickly. When the clouds have exhausted their savings, the rain curtain gradually decreases, and the sun shines through the clouds.

Martels finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the nightmare doesn't end there.

Just in the wilderness, where the clouds were about to disperse and the light shrouded in light, the terrifying roar of the orcs suddenly sounded.

“wahgha！”

Orcs don't like to attack during the day, except in the rain.

Dark clouds darken the land, muddy ground prevents horses from charging, and the orcs are not stupid, they know their strengths and weaknesses well.

Orcs of incredible weight and strength traverse the jungle as if they were walking on flat ground, and still maintain a fairly high level of mobility in the muddy wasteland.

"Your Excellency!"

Looking at the hazy rain curtain, groups of orcs running wildly on the wasteland with various weapons in hand. Although there was still a long way to go, Martels' adjutant was full of anxiety: "With such weather and such a road surface, we can't charge!"

The gloomy Mattles did not answer, squinting his eyes and carefully observing the formation of the orcs, the number of the other party was about two hundred, and the formation was scattered as he expected.

"My lord, there are less than two hundred of us plus the servants. The adjutant became more and more agitated.

A sinister smile tugged at the corner of Martels' mouth: "It's just in time." ”

"Exactly?"

The adjutant was stunned, his face full of incredulity.

Hu Cong's combat ability is not even as good as that of orc warriors, and in addition to the muddy roads, he has also lost the advantage of charging. In the face of the impact of more than two hundred orcs, there is no advantage.

"Order everyone, form a formation on both sides of the carriage, and prepare for battle!" Martels commanded, and immediately turned his horse's head and ran towards the carriage, leaping lightly, his crimson cloak waving in the wind, and landing on the carriage with agility.

The Templars organized their lines in an orderly manner, each summoning the Holy Blessing and the Holy Sword Decree, lighting up pillars of light and orderly guarding the sides of the carriage. The servants all retreated to the rear of the carriage and waited for them.

The orc warriors who launched the attack were also full of anger. The war lasted for nearly a month, and he repeatedly hit a wall in the Black Stone Collar and sank into the sand.

This is not the case, before and after, large and small four battles, the despicable humans have used that terrible burst of sorcery, countless wounded orc warriors, even if they drink the blood of the blood cradle, the wounds on the surface seem to heal, but in the end they all die in heart-rending pain.

They had to throw these warriors into the arms of the Worming Stomach, pregnant with their trump card, the Blood Dire.

So far, the number of orc warriors has plummeted, and there are only four orc centurions left, and the only good news is that the blood dinosaur has successfully given birth to three, and it urgently needs more food to grow, and then organize all the forces to launch the final all-out campaign.

And today, when their scouts observed the two Holy Spirit Knights stationed near the Blackstone Leader, they immediately became nervous, and thought that they were going to unite with the terrifying Blackstone Leader.

Therefore, the first time was the orc centurion Neruth Scarface, who led the elite orc warriors, to intercept it. On the march, they spotted the convoy stuck in the mire......

The encounter began.

The furious orcs launched a fearless charge.

Martels, who was standing in the carriage, looked coldly at the rapidly approaching orc, slowly drew his broadsword from his waist, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and stabbed into the carriage violently.

With a huge force on his wrist, the wooden plank shattered instantly, revealing a large piece of dazzling gold, shaped like a knight's breastplate, with intricate patterns, and four delicate armor leaves in the center were lifted to reveal a base made of precious stones.

Reaching into his arms, a golden box fell into Martels' hand, and gently opened the lid, revealing a golden cube in the shape of an irregular polyhedron, each side engraved with the rune of the law, emitting a dazzling golden light.

Activate the Golden Core of the Golden Idol!

"Awake, great spirit of the ancient icon, pour out your wrath on your enemies!" Martels solemnly picked up the golden core and slowly lowered it into the gem base.