In the wilderness, which is full of weeds and bushes, thousands of soldiers are fighting each other with all their might.

Even though the war had been going on for more than two hours, corpses were strewn around every corner, and the dark red blood stained the entire river next to them, they still didn't have the slightest sense of collapse or stopping.

Especially on the side in black armor, everyone desperately shouted the name of the goddess Herna, even before dying, and then waited for the companions who rushed up behind them to kill them.

Due to their heroic performance, although they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, they firmly held the initiative, and even pressed the enemy, who outnumbered them six times their number, to constantly retreat, as if a large-scale rout could begin at any time.

"Hmph! It seems that my brother is nothing more than that! His famous blood guards can't even defeat a group of recruits who have only been trained for less than two months. The Queen, dressed in silver armor, lifted her chin slightly, a contemptuous smile on her face.

Ever since the Dark Church became the state religion, fanatical faith has quickly swept everyone from top to bottom.

As an army that has seen the goddess with his own eyes, it is not surprising that he became the first group of believers to be inspired.

They are so crazy that they don't fear death at all, dreaming of being able to go to the realm of the gods and enjoy the carefree and beautiful life after they die in battle.

With this fearless group of soldiers, the queen has defeated several siblings on one side in a row, killed their supporters, and brought land and population into her notice.

As she got closer and closer to the capital, she began to suspect that she was actually a person favored by fate, otherwise how could she explain that at the end of the road, there was a sudden 180-degree reversal.

At present, no one dares to mention the matter of "killing her father" in front of her, but keeps advocating that she is the real heir of this great country.

"Your Majesty, the so-called elite, is really a comparison of discipline, courage, training and equipment. Perhaps our soldiers are worse in the latter two, but far superior to each other in discipline and courage. What's more, the great goddess of darkness will bless those who are devout believers by making them swing their weapons faster and move more agilely. At this rate, it won't be long before you're crowned in the main hall of the palace. An old man in black armor, holding a mallet and shield explained, smiling.

You don't need to ask to know that this old man is the archbishop of the church, a powerful priest who is full of dark divine power in his body.

The armor he wears and the weapon in his hand is not just a good look, but a real fierce man who can rush in front of the enemy and start the Musou mowing mode.

Ever since the destruction of the Church, the dark goddess Musa has vowed never to let a similar situation happen again.

Therefore, when she promoted the priests, she invariably chose those warriors with good combat effectiveness, rather than those merchants who held wealth or nobles who held power.

Because of the cruel reality, she understands that whether it is wealth or power, it is nothing in front of the sword.

"I look forward to that day! In addition, I assure you that as long as I regain control of this vast nation, the Dark Church will be the only legal religion, and every citizen must go to the temple for a prayer at least once a month from birth to death. "The queen, who tasted the sweetness of religious power, gave promises without thinking.

Although she knew that as the power of the church continued to grow and permeate all classes, sooner or later a large portion of authority would be taken away.

But a religion backed by a true god is too powerful!

Look at those soldiers who are selfless and fighting, even if their intestines are flowing out, they still don't forget to wield a short sword and slit the enemy's throat, if they are only trained in a normal way, I am afraid that they may not be able to train such an elite in five or ten years.

But now, she only needs to ask the Dark Church to help recruit some devout believers, and then with the help of the believers' fanatical belief in the goddess, she can get a group of crazy people who are not afraid of death in about two months.

Just as the archbishop was about to say something to express his gratitude, he suddenly felt a vague vision emerge in his eyes.

In the illusion, a towering giant tree towered in front of it, constantly releasing some kind of amazing energy, and at the same time, the rhizomes beneath the earth penetrated deep into the center of the earth, continuously extracting the power of the entire world.

No doubt!

This is a warning!

The same is a prophecy!

Having received the oracle many times, he immediately realized that this was a hint given to him by the goddess of darkness.

He had to set out as soon as possible to find out what the goddess wanted to do with him.

"Your Excellency?"

Seeing that the old man did not react for a long time, the young queen immediately called out to the other party.

"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty, I'm a little distracted. After all, I'm already a sixty-year-old guy, and I often run out of energy. The archbishop lied quietly.

He would not easily tell anyone about something like an oracle, even if it was the chosen people of the goddess and the ruler of a secular state.

The Queen, apparently not aware of what she was missing, smiled and nodded, "Of course! Also, I recommend that you don't wear such heavy armor, otherwise your stamina will drain very quickly. ”

"Hehe, thank you for your thoughtful advice, but wearing armor is the will of the goddess, and we must always be ready to face the worst. If I don't mind, can I go to the back and rest for a while?"

As he spoke, the archbishop looked to the rear, to the woods where the knights of the Church had gathered.

"Please!" said the Queen, who was very generous, raised her arm and made a gesture of please.

Without saying a word, the archbishop took off his helmet and walked quickly into the woods, beckoning to one of the knight captains.

The latter hurriedly put down the kettle in his hand, ran up to the front quickly, and asked with a serious face: "Lord Bishop, is there anything you need me to serve?"

"No, it's not me, it's the Goddess who needs your strength right now. Recruit twenty men at once and go in search of a towering tree. Remember, at all costs. The old man gave the order straightforwardly.

"Yes, in the name of the goddess!

The knight captain slapped his chest hard, followed by his men, and quietly left the battlefield, running towards the wasteland where the Tree of Chaos was located.