The scene was eerily quiet for a while. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Of course, this is not entirely the case, the dwarven warriors on the periphery are still noisy, but the few people in the middle don't know what to say. This turn of events can be said to be the aftermath of that divine presence, but the impact is not inferior to the appearance of the true god before. This cult high priest is considered the number one combat force here by default, and when everyone thought he was dead, he reappeared, and immediately completely disrupted the situation here.

And his demeanor and attitude after reawakening are really a bit confusing.

"Ah, this, Mr. High Priest—" The first to speak was the leader of the Golden Stone, the vicious dwarven leader who for the first time showed an expression that had nothing to do with ferocity. He coughed, as if embarrassed. "I really didn't expect that Mr. High Priest, after facing the power of a true god, would still be able to... Can... Can... It's so powerful...... Huh..."

"The real gods? Do you mean the female elf just now? The High Priest recalled, then snorted heavily. "But it doesn't matter if she is a god or a ghost, she dares to slap me in the face to stop my revenge plan, and sooner or later I will have to settle accounts with her!

The leader of the golden stone didn't seem to know what to say anymore, so he could only squeeze out a very awkward and strange expression. His appearance and appearance seemed to be as vicious as if he was only suitable for devouring human flesh raw, and his other types of expressions made people feel indescribably strange and ugly.

"Mr. High Priestess, it looks like you're fully recovered?" said Stephanie slowly and cautiously. "Do you remember our previous agreement? You promised us to hand over that person to me after the ceremony......"

The high priest just glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and replied with great disdain: "Revival's stinky boy, don't you understand human speech......? Ah, by the way, I just said it in the language of our Western Continent, and you really don't understand it. So I'm going to translate it to you: everything that happened before is as if it were dead, and from today on, it's a glorious new life. So don't let the dead stuff get in the way of my rebirth. ”

Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his eyes rolled up slightly for a few seconds, and then suddenly turned his head to look at Stephanie and the old sir, and said, "I remember, we thought it was a little strange before, that your Revival Society would be willing to sell us the eleventh ring arcane scroll that is impossible to recreate...... Although we have paid a lot of price, in all senses, it always feels strange. It's just that we can't find anything wrong with that scroll. Now that you think about it, you should have known in advance that using this arcane to shape a secondary god would be subject to the backlash of the gods, right?"

"Yes, we were worried that there would be something wrong with it!" the middle-aged man surnamed Zhang on the side also shouted excitedly. "If this were not the case, how could you, who were claiming to regain the glory of the Arcane, sell such an Arcane Treasure? ”

"That's right! This seriously flawed thing dares to sell us millions of dollars indiscriminately, and now has the face to tell me what kind of agreement?" the High Priest snorted. "But as I said, everything before is as if it's dead. For the sake of getting a new life, I don't want you to repay the money you have paid, but you don't want to bother me with any agreement. ”

"Mr. Qiu, what is the matter with these parishioners? Why haven't they woken up yet?" asked the middle-aged man surnamed Zhang anxiously.

"They will never wake up again. The High Priest glanced at the Vengeful Cultists around him and shook his head, but there was no sigh of regret in his expression. "Their souls have completely merged with the fluctuations of the gods in the ritual just now. But this is not a bad thing, their great revenge has been avenged, their wishes have been fulfilled, they are with heaven and earth without illness and pain, and there is nothing happier than this?"

"This ...... Then Mr. Qiu, you..."

"Of course, I was freed from the control of the elven woman by virtue of my strong will and strong soul. Didn't you hear my fighting spirit just now, and I knew it was a roar from the soul?"

"That's... Mr. Qiu, is it because you haven't taken revenge yet, and you still have to continue to lead us after that..."

"No need. Many people, including you, have avenged themselves today. There is really no need for any more gratuitous killings, when is the time for retribution? As for the others, I will help them in other ways. As for my hatred, I naturally have my way. The high priest folded his hands and held his head high. "Because I have learned today that hatred only brings new hatred, and that there are more important things in this world than hatred that we need to keep in mind. ”

“... What is it?"

"Love and justice, of course. He replied firmly, forcefully.

“......”

“...... What's going on?" Stephanie couldn't help but ask Sir Adari for advice in the arcane communication, and she was a little surprised that these Westerners could actually ask them to help them identify the eleventh ring arcane scroll, but now the most incomprehensible thing to her was the cult high priest in front of her. "This Westerner seems to be different from before, and has become like this...... Crazy and weird. I remember that a failed divine prayer would produce a concussion... But this....looking at the other vengeanceists, it seems that they have all become unconscious idiots, why did this priest leader become a madman instead?

"I don't know. There were no failed rites of godhood in the Imperial Age, and there was no precedent for the use of divine presence by foreign high priests. The old sir's answer was very succinct, after all, he was only a soldier with a considerable arcane level, not a mage who really specialized in arcane.

The grunting dwarven whispers rang out from the side, and the dwarven leader of the Raging Wind Clan couldn't hold back any longer, wielding the huge war hammer and standing up. He doesn't seem to know the lingua franca of the empire, of course, he doesn't have the patience to listen to these alien noises here, and he can endure it until this time, most of which is because of the high priest's fist just now. After saying a few words in dwarven language beside him, the leader of the golden stone made a helpless gesture and stepped aside.

“... This is the Muria, Diamondhammer of the Raging Wind Clan, and he says that he will kill all the humans here now. I've explained to him about our alliance pact, but he says there's no need to bother with a bunch of weak Westerners. Your Excellency High Priestess, you also know that our Blackstone Clan has suffered heavy losses, and now I am no longer in a position to restrain him......"

The leader of the golden stone tried to explain, trying to make a very embarrassed expression on his face, but no matter how he looked at it, there was a faint hint of a vicious smile.

The high priest didn't seem to care, but smiled and nodded, and squeezed his fist, and the bones crackled rhythmically between the muscles and flesh, like someone using a bamboo domino to beat a sonorous and powerful song with awe-inspiring fighting intent. He waved his hand to signal the middle-aged man surnamed Zhang to stand away, and said with a smile: "It's just in time." This is a great realization, and after getting a new life, I just need a stake to practice and warm up my hands. This tempest warrior is just too empathetic. If you don't beat him to the ground, wouldn't you have failed him for such a brave fighting spirit?"

The leader of the golden stone muttered twice, and he didn't know if he had conveyed these words, and the head of the dwarf with a huge body shouted a few words to the dwarves around him, as if to make them wait for the onlookers, and then dragged the hundreds of pounds of hammer like a cannonball and flew towards the high priest of the enemy.

This dwarven leader is taller than ordinary people, the width and thickness are almost three times that of ordinary people, the whole body is full of dwarves' unique thick muscles, and his arms are worthy of the waist of ordinary people, it looks like a fortress of muscles, but the speed and agility of this action are far better than ordinary warriors, and the hundreds of pounds of war hammers bring a huge wind to smash towards the high priest. But the high priest only flickered slightly, and the hammer grazed his body and smashed into the ground, smashing into a large crystallized earth pit. The high priest struck the dwarven leader on the head with a fist that seemed to be less than a hundredth of the hammer, but it made him retreat again and again, holding his head with one hand and shaking his head for a long time before he stood firm and pounced again.

Watching the giant dwarf and the High Priest tumble and sand together, Stephanie felt that the development of events was a bit overwhelming her mind. A few minutes earlier, she and the old knight had been trying to catch the eccentric Westerner mage, and under the pressure of the dwarves, they were about to try the possibility of cooperation, and they were trying to test each other's calculations and brains. But as the high priest came to his senses, the two sides quickly turned into dispensable passers-by, and even the dwarves next to them ignored them. Look at the guy called the wind, who is also dazed, looking at the two people who are fighting together.

And the astonishment and strange dazedness in Feng Yinqiu's heart at this moment was actually far more than what the female mage of the Revival Society had seen.

He has seen the true god fall apart, he has seen the Shenzhou Bandang replace the Shenzhou Bandang, he has seen the people's hearts and minds killing each other with the sword, and he has also seen the incredible Xuanmen Miaofa Dao supernatural powers, but if he can't fully understand the unbelievable, this matter is definitely in the top three today.

It's not like anyone else, but I vaguely feel a little strange. Although he was not a Shinto man, he knew far better than any other arcanist or even cleric about the nature of the changes between heaven and earth in godhood, because he had intuitively seen with his own eyes how the arrogant person who tried to become a god was transformed into a puppet without self-consciousness under the torrent of the will of heaven and earth. It was precisely because of this that he couldn't figure out how this high priest of Tianhe could become like this? Under the washing of such a strong will of heaven and earth, he did not become a living dead, but his temperament changed drastically, and his mind cramped and he did not choose to speak, just like a huge torrent did not drown a tiger and leopard that swept through it, but only turned it into a wild boar.

Could it be that there is a yin ghost possessed, or some kind of master who has taken away the reincarnation? This seems to be a little bit related to the strange behavior of the high priest, but it is also impossible. Although Feng Yinqiu has not seen the Yin Soul on this European continent with his own eyes, just like the Euro people are also flesh and blood, these things are essentially distorted obsession will, and they will not be any different from Shenzhou, which is also recorded in the classics seen in the Sunlight Temple. The high priest of the enemy was thick and dignified to the extreme, even if he himself was unconscious, ordinary yin ghosts could not get close, and the turbulence of the laws of heaven and earth full of vitality just now could be said to be the qi and blood of heaven and earth itself, not to mention this gray valley town, no matter how many yin ghosts within a radius of a hundred miles would disappear.

As for taking away reincarnation or something, it is thousands of times more difficult than possession by yin ghosts, even if it is a supreme master of Buddhism and Taoism in the land of Shenzhou, he does not dare to do this kind of anti-heaven act easily, and the reincarnation of the body autopsy is considered the limit. Just as different people exchange hands and limbs, no matter how well they are combined, if they are not nourished and eased by spells, they will die of decay, flesh and blood cannot be blended together, and the complex mysteries between gods and souls are a hundred times higher than those of the physical body. The physical body of others who are not conceived by the blood of the father and mother and is not nourished by the two souls of heaven and earth will always reject and corrode the soul, and it is just extremely laborious between the movements and movements, and it is no different from suicide for a long time.

And the most important thing is that Feng Yinqiu didn't feel anything. Whether it was a yin ghost or an out-of-body spirit, he didn't feel it in the slightest, and the arcane that had to rely on the magic net was even more impossible to hide from him.

On closer thought, the only possibility was that the woman incarnated by the gods had done something. Feng Yinqiu could only come to this conclusion. After all, the laws of heaven and earth in this European continent are different from those of the land of Shenzhou, and perhaps there are some things in the manifestation of the true spirit that he can't understand.

In any case, it was always a good thing that this old friend could come to his senses, but looking at the strangeness revealed in his demeanor and words, there was a bit of the Templar Knight he knew before who had been slammed in the head and never healed, and Feng Yinqiu didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

By this time, the Vendetta High Priest and the dwarven leader known as the Tempest Warrior had been going back and forth for several rounds. The leader of the dwarves roared wildly, and a heavy hammer danced like a whirlwind, but it did not hit the High Priest of Vengeance, but had already been punched several times. It's just that in Feng Yinqiu's opinion, this seemingly wonderful scene is no different from a farce. The dwarven leader is just a strong and strong body, although the combat skills are proficient, it can be seen that they have also been honed by a hundred battles, but after all, they are also very rough, and if they fall into the chaos of the legion, they can be said to be a fierce monster that is difficult to deal with, but in the face of a martial arts master like the high priest of hatred, it is only an enemy at most. No matter how fierce and powerful the wild boar is, it is just a matter of a knife in front of the master. Maybe the dwarf's muscles and swords are hard to hurt, and the armor on his body may have elemental protection or something like that, but under the innate fist strength of the Vengeance High Priest, it is not much better than a broken leather armor.

And now these two people have been fighting without a score. The high priest of the feud used some small grappling for a while, but he was broken free by the brute force of the dwarves, and for a while he used some internal strength to fight cattle across the mountains to make the dwarves scream, but under the strong physique of the dwarves, he only hurt but did not hurt, and the tricks were very unfamiliar with the grasp of the fighters, and it looked as if he had suffered the impact of the will of heaven and earth before, although he had not become an idiot, but he was indeed shocked and his mind was not very useful.

Fortunately, just like when practicing that boxing technique, this rustiness quickly faded away and then disappeared. Eventually, a four-by-two of the High Priestess swept the dwarven leader's swing of the hammer and threw him off balance, then slammed a punch into his chest.

There was a muffled sound. The dwarven leader's stone-thick body flew straight out more than twenty meters away before stumbling to a stand, but such a huge impact didn't seem to cause much damage to this monster like a muscular fortress, and the dwarf leader touched the armor on his chest that was no longer shaped, and swooped down again with a roar.

But at this time, the high priest had already closed his fists and folded his chest, and raised his head to the sky, not even looking at the dwarven leader who was still alive.

With a bang, the leader of the dwarves who had just taken a few steps suddenly shook his body, and his feet fell to his knees like that, his thick and thick body like granite began to tremble, and a pair of eyes like copper bells almost burst out of his sockets. After a few breaths, he stood up with a desperate roar of rage as if he had endured great pain, but as soon as he stood up, a mouthful of blood so thick as if it had been half-coagulated spurted out of his mouth and nose at the same time, and then the huge dwarf like a muscular fortress fell to his knees again, completely paralyzed and fell to the ground, leaving only streams of thick blood pouring out of his head and face.

At this time, the high priest squinted his eyes and glanced down at the dwarven leader who was only slightly twitching on the ground, and said with a sigh: "I can only vomit blood if I can hold on, what a strong warrior." You've got my respect. ”

The dwarven warriors around him burst into an uproar, and many of them were about to rush towards the center with their weapons in hand, but at this time, the leader of the golden stone screamed and roared in the dwarven language, and let them stand again.

"It's... Your Excellency High Priest, what was that punch called?" asked the leader of the Golden Stone, turning his head. From the very beginning just now, he stared at the battle between the two without blinking. In Feng Yinqiu's eyes, the clumsy and funny fight seemed to be wonderful in his eyes. "You're showing me on purpose, aren't you? The first few tricks were amazing, but the most amazing was the last punch. What's that name? I think there must be something as powerful as 'Pull out your heart like a tiger' or 'Split like a mountain.'" ”

"The last punch is called, 'You can't afford the strength of the right hand of a single thirty-eight-year-old man'. Don't think about it, you can't learn. The high priest glanced at the leader of the golden stone and said lightly.

"Also, stop calling me Your Excellency the High Priest. As I've said before, yesterday is like dead. No matter what the title is, or the name, it has nothing to do with me now. He put on a serious expression on his face, raised his breath, and announced to the people around him with a full breath. "I have already thought of my future name: you can call me the invincible king in the future, the sword of benevolence. (To be continued.) )