The voice was cold and unforgiving, as if death was only the most trivial thing.

Even though......

The number of deaths has long exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

"Yes."

The herald, shrouded in black armor, responded.

The rest of the soldiers stood abruptly beside the young man, each of them as powerful as the knights of the Temple.

No!

Be stronger!

At least, few of the Temple Knights could easily wear heavy armor, carry a two-handed broadsword, and gallop with the speed of a galloping horse.

That's when strength, stamina, and speed come together.

Of course, what is most concerning is the hatred contained in their breath.

It's like a ghost.

and like evil spirits.

It makes people shudder when they see it, but this kind of atmosphere is nothing compared to the young man in gorgeous clothes.

Under the hatred that is almost substantial, it distorts the original elegant temperament of young people.

All that remains is cold and hideous.

And a little tyrannical.

He wants to 'give back' to those people for everything that has happened to him.

Otherwise......

How could he be willing.

The young man raised his right hand and waved it slightly.

Suddenly, the soldiers who had been waiting for a long time launched a charge.

Unlike those monsters that seem to be strong, but have obvious weaknesses.

The soldiers in front of you are the trump card of this team.

Compared with monsters, their strength is not inferior, coupled with the prohibition and fear of death that far surpass monsters, making them particularly terrifying.

Clang!

The black two-handed greatsword slashed hard at the shield.

The huge power, a steady influx, made the shield bearer tremble again and again, but the other party gritted his teeth and did not retreat.

The comrades beside the other party stabbed their spears out of the gaps in their shields and pierced them between the gaps in the black soldiers' armor.

But......

Bite!

In the sound of metal clashes, the spear not only did not pierce the black soldier's body, but was grabbed by the black soldier with his backhand.

Then, pull hard.

Bang!

The soldier with the spear in his hand directly hit his own person's shield, and the soldier with the shield obviously didn't expect this, and was trying his best to resist the other party who was pressing on the shield with the black giant sword, and was confused by this impact, but what was worse was that the black giant sword that had been pressing on the shield was raised at this time.

Suddenly, the soldiers with shields and spears rolled out like gourds rolling on the ground.

An opening appeared in the airtight phalanx!

No one thought that before the temporary defense of the temple team, this phalanx of soldiers who had resisted monsters for a long time was chiseled open the moment it collided with this black team.

And, soon, more openings appeared.

The black soldier ignored the two soldiers who rolled to his feet, and before the phalanx could close again, it rushed over.

Whoosh!

Arrows shot out of the gaps in the phalanx, each one hitting its body, and a dozen arrows halted its charge.

But there is more than one black soldier.

When the archers in the phalanx were attracted to this black soldier.

More black soldiers rushed into the phalanx.

They may easily tear a hole in the phalanx with the method they just used.

And it's just brute force.

Regardless of it, he rushed forward and slammed into the shield.

Clang! Bang Bang!

Compared to the skill, this power is even more terrifying.

The entire phalanx quickly crumbled to the ground.

The knight of the Temple of War, who had temporarily taken over the command of the operation, waved the order flag in his hand without hesitation.

Immediately, the Temple Knights, who had already rounded back to the right side of the entire battlefield, raised their spears in their hands, and they were ready to use their charge to deal with this black, strange army of soldiers and relieve the pressure on the phalanx.

However, there was not yet a waiting for them to charge.

Suddenly, there was a bump the size of a watermelon on the ground under the horse's feet.

"Be careful!"

Bang, bang!

Buzz!

The leader of the knights reminded loudly, but before the words fell, the bulges burst one by one, and countless flies and insects flew up from them, instantly enveloping the knights.

With a breath, the shrouded war horses and knights were sucked into dried corpses.

"Disperse! Fire Oil Attack! ”

The knight leader shouted again.

The knights took bottles of fire oil from their saddles, lit them, and threw them at the flying flies.

Rumble! Boom!

Again and again in the explosion.

Flies are quickly scorched.

The crisis was quickly resolved.

It is only the cavalry team that can be relieved here, and the phalanx is already in danger.

The original phalanx had been split in two at this time, and each was besieged by black soldiers no less than them.

Anyone can see that the phalanx is about to be breached.

"Ugh."

With a sigh, the High Priest of the Harvest Temple, with only one arm remaining, stood up.

His gaze swept over the civilians behind him, and then at the soldiers and knights who were fighting bloodily, and slowly walked out of the fortifications.

When he left the fortifications, a bunch of golden ears of wheat appeared in his hand.

The plump, shining ears of wheat fluttered like dandelions.

They fell on their own soldiers and knights, and the fatigue and injuries of the long battle were swept away, and each one became refreshed.

They landed on the soldiers and monsters of the place, and immediately the incomparably heavy force pressed on them like a mountain.

Crunch, crunch.

Bang bang bang!

The gravity of their bodies caused their bones to groan, their muscles began to tear, and when they reached a limit, their internal organs began to crack.

Some, even the whole body exploded.

"Are you finally reluctant?"

The young man in Chinese clothes couldn't help but sneer as he looked at the high priest of the Harvest Temple.

Similarly, under such an undisguised gaze, the high priest of the Harvest Temple also sensed the other party.

However, the moment he saw the young man in fancy clothes, a trace of shock appeared in the eyes of the high priest.

"Rivwize?!"

"How are you?!"

In the words of disbelief, the high priest of the Harvest Temple paused.

He is no stranger to the young man in Chinese costume in front of him.

In other words, every harvest celebration is assisted by the Temple of Music, and this young man's flute and harp performance made him very impressed.

Especially the Flute Divine Comedy!

The other party is the first person who can play.

There is no doubt that the other party will be the future high priest of the Temple of Music.

But when they evacuated before, the other party disappeared.

Everyone thought that the other party had suffered misfortune.

But the scene in front of them was telling the high priest of the Harvest Temple that things were far from being as simple as they imagined.

It's just that......

Does it matter?

This is the battlefield!

You are a battlefield of life and death!

The High Priest of the Harvest Temple took a deep breath and moved forward again, the golden ears of wheat in his hand slamming more heavily at the place where Rivwize was.

Huge gravity suddenly appeared!

That's the power of the earth!

"The life you conceive will be yours!"

The high priest of the Temple of Harvest sang loudly.

At this moment, that gravity is more than twice as large in an instant, and it has long gone beyond the scope of the ordinary so-called 'gravity'.

The earth is selfless, it allows crops to absorb nutrients from the soil, grow, ripen and bring the joy of a good harvest.

The relentlessness of the earth, every breath and trembling, will plunder countless lives.

Every life carries with it countless thoughts, sorrows, and roars.

The weight they add up is overwhelming.

It's even more irresistible.

Because, that's the throbbing of the soul.

But......

Rivwiese's sneer did not relent.

Even, the expression on his face did not change.

"Do you think this will work for me?"

"Or are you arrogant enough to think I'm standing here to duel you?"

"I'm waiting for you!"

"But you're in passing!"

In the midst of the mocking words, Rivweese raised his hand and pointed at the High Priest of the Harvest Temple.

The black color full of hatred has turned into substance!

Like a javelin, it shot towards the High Priest of the Temple of Harvest.

The golden glow that bloomed from the ears of wheat was like paper, and the moment it was touched by the black javelin, it shattered.

The High Priest of the Temple of the Harvest widened his eyes.

He couldn't believe what was in front of him.

How is this possible?

How can divine power be defeated by mortals?

Doubts appeared in the heart of the high priest of the Harvest Temple, but his movements were definitely not slow, and with a flash of his body, he dodged the black javelin.

And then......

The golden ears of wheat in his hand were heavily cut down against the black javelin that passed by.

In the distance, the sarcasm in Rivwize's eyes grew even stronger.

And in such ridicule, there is also a hint of anticipation.

Bang!

The golden ears of wheat smashed against the black javelin, and with a dull sound, the black javelin shattered instantly.

The high priest of the Harvest Temple couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Sure enough, the power of the gods will not fail."

"It was just a coincidence."

"There will be no ...... after that"

Before the idea of deceiving himself had completely dissipated, the high priest of the Harvest Temple saw a flash of black suddenly appear on the golden ear of wheat in his hand.

A light, mist-like black.

It spreads like a plague quickly.

In the middle of a breath, most of the golden ears of wheat were infected with black.

The high priest of the Harvest Temple had a shocked face, and he subconsciously wanted to infuse his own power into the golden ears of wheat to resist the black infection.

But before the High Priest of the Harvest Temple could make a move, the golden ears of wheat flew out of his hands like this, flying into the distance like a meteor!

The golden ears of wheat fled?

No!

To be precise, the god of harvest escaped!

As a sacred artifact of the Temple of the Harvest, there are no more than three people in the entire temple who can use the golden ears of wheat, and there is only one person who can 'take' the artifact from the High Priest of the Temple of the Harvest: the God of the Harvest.

The high priest of the Harvest Temple looked at the golden ears of wheat that were about to disappear into the distance, his whole face was gray, his eyes were gloomy, and his body shook several times before he fell to the ground.

The knights and soldiers, who were still in high spirits and ready to continue fighting a moment ago, seemed to have their backbones pulled out at this moment, and their morale was completely lost.

Inside the fortifications, low cries were heard.

This time, it's no longer a child.

It's their mother.

Even in the face of monsters, these women, who were just panicked but never had other negative emotions, cried at this time.

Because, they were abandoned.

Abandoned by the god they had always believed would be their backing and had always protected them.

Is there anything more tragic in the world than trusting in an existence wholeheartedly and then being betrayed by that being?

No.

The moment trust collapses, life seems to be destroyed.

Rivwidze has experienced times like this.

So, at this time, he - laughed out loud.

"Hahahaha!"

"That's right! That's right! ”

"That's it!"

"This is the pain and despair!"

The young man in the Chinese costume smiled back and forth, laughing breathlessly, as if he had seen the most joyful scene in his life.

But the words grew colder and colder.

Like a cold wind blowing from the far north.

It's shuddering.

"You're just going through everything I've been through now—the beginning of it!"

"Don't worry!"

"I'm going to let you go through everything I've been through!"

"No one will be missing!"

"First ......"

"It starts with you!"

Rivwitzer looked at the High Priest of the Temple of Harvest, and he strode over.

The High Priest of the Temple of Harvest sat there as if unconscious, even when he saw the snake scales looming on Rivwize's wrist, he was indifferent.

When the god of harvest fled, the high priest, who was not stupid, guessed something.

And now?

Faced with the brutal truth, he is confronted.

I just hope it all ends soon.

Rivwize's palm rested on top of the head of the High Priest of the Temple of Harvest, and the looming snake scales began to spread rapidly.

From the wrist position, all the way along the palm, then ......

It is the scalp, forehead, eyes, and nose of the high priest of the Temple of Harvest.

The snake scales are like wriggling insects, little by little, inward.

Little by little, it devours everything inside.

"Ahhhh

An irrepressible scream rang out from the mouth of the High Priest of the Temple of Harvest, who had just been like a walking corpse.

And this is also the reason why Rifwitzer did not choose the other party's mouth.

He wanted to hear the screams of the other party.

Just like he was then.

Only the screams of others can erase the pain in his heart—the combination of self-esteem, shame, and anger seems to come from the whipping of the soul.

Every time it hurts, it hurts his heart.

Every time, he couldn't look back.

It's like a burning sensation that swells up in the body all the time.

Fortunately, the screams in my ears made this burning sensation subside slightly.

Rivweezer closed his eyes.

He was going to enjoy the moment slowly and to the fullest.

Can......

The burning sensation reappeared the moment he closed his eyes, in a way that was stronger than ever.

Subconsciously, Rivwizer opened his eyes.

Rumble!