With all the blessings of the buff spells, Roland led his companions to the Kitland Arena again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After four consecutive tests of blood and fire on this stage, everyone's psychological quality is now as strong as steel, not only will they no longer be frightened by the attention of the public, but they are dissatisfied with the sudden weakening applause in the audience around them.

"What's going on with these people? The applause given to Oleg just now was so warm, but when it was our turn to appear, the applause became weak, do they want to see Oleg's party win the championship? Bloom grumbled indignantly.

Nikita's eyes swept across the audience, she already had an understanding of people's mentality, and said with a sneer: "This is actually normal, the guys who cheer for Oleg are mainly the believers of Mokesh, and there are some speculators who see the wind and rudder, as for the more Kod believers, yesterday I witnessed the defeat of Mrs. Natasha, and the morale was greatly hit, although they all came to the sidelines to watch the finals today, they were not very interested, out of religious complex, they would not applaud Oleg, a Mokesh believer, but out of national complex, They also have no incentive to cheer us on outsiders. ”

Everyone listened to her analysis and thought so. Vigraf, the only Kitlander on the team, felt awkward and forced his teammates to persuade him not to mind the cold crowd.

"It doesn't matter who gets more cheers now, and when the game is over, I'm sure all of Kitlanders will give us a round of applause."

Roland smiled slightly: "However, I don't want to wait until the end of the game to raise my eyebrows, I have to do something now to refresh the audience and let them know who to support." ”

He took out the "Helmet of Olihakon" and put it on his head in front of the audience of more than 40,000 people, looking as if a young emperor was crowning himself.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were deeply attracted by the simple and majestic helmet on his head, and after a short silence, some people recognized the origin of this helmet one after another, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh my God! Am I right? Isn't that helmet a relict of Mokesh?! ”

"You can't be wrong, it's the 'Helmet of Olihakon', the legendary helmet bestowed by Mokesh, the goddess of fate in the Far East, on her most beloved believers!"

"How could the helmet, which symbolizes the leader of the Mokesh believers, be on the head of that southern boy? Who the hell is he? ”

"Since she is wearing Mokesh's holy relics, most of them have converted to Mokesh and become her new favorite......"

"No way! The knight from the south was one of the chosen people of Lady Sindra, and I had witnessed him and Oleg having an argument over their faith at the 'Grand Samovar', and it was the lord's wife herself who had come forward to resolve the dispute, and this man would never have converted to Mokesh! ”

"That's right! Roland Kolas is not only a voter of Sindra, but also a financial advisor to the lord, he will never join the camp of the followers of Mokesh, otherwise why would he go to the ring to compete with Oleg for the championship of the tournament? ”

"You forgetful guys, don't you remember what happened in this ring four years ago? The Helmet of Olihakon was originally a sacred relic for the followers of Mokesh, and there is nothing wrong with that, but since Sergei lost the battle against the Lord Liege, this helmet has become a trophy of Lord Liege, and it is also a scar that all the followers of Mokesh do not want to mention, and now the Helmet of Olihakon is worn on the heads of the Chosen People of Sindra...... Hehe, what a show! ”

"I also figured it out when you said that, Lord Lord defeated Sergei to win the 'Helmet of Olihakon', but he never wore it once, and now he has given this legendary helmet to Roland Koras, doesn't it mean telling people that Roland Kolas is challenging Sergei's son instead of him?"

"Yes, I didn't expect there to be such a good show, I said everyone, what are you still doing? Hurry up and applaud! ”

The enemy of the enemy may not be a friend, but when the enemy of the enemy takes the initiative to express the position of hatred and hatred of the enemy, people's long-suppressed emotions are like a keg of dynamite that has been lit, and the strongest passion erupts! All the Kord believers in the audience spontaneously stood up, cheered wildly, applauded, and cheered like a tsunami for Roland Kolas, the Sindra knight from the south.

Roland enjoyed the dramatic turn, turning his gaze to Oleg across the arena and smiling a naturally more provocative one.

Oleg stared at him.

To be precise, glaring at the Helmet of Olihakon on his head, his eyes burned red with a mixture of shame and anger, and he gasped for breath like a bull about to go berserk.

Taking a deep breath, Oleg barely suppressed the fury in his heart, strode to the center of the arena, and shouted to Roland through a transparent force field wall.

"Southerners, why do you wear the helmet of our lord Mokesh? Are you determined to turn your back on the false god Sindra and throw herself into the arms of my lord? ”

Roland sneered back, "Since Lord Beowulf defeated your father to take this helmet four years ago, it is no longer a sacred relic of Mokesh, but a symbol of Kord's glory, and now Lord Beowulf has given me this trophy, and I have completely erased the power of the evil god Mokesh from the helmet with the help of Lady Sindra's divine power, making it a testimony to the noble friendship between Kord and Sindra!" At this moment, this helmet is worn on my head, indicating that my lord will finally destroy the evil god you believe in and unify the destiny of the Far East! ”

There is no flowery rhetoric in this speech, nor elegant rhetoric, but it is a powerful word!

To all Kord's followers, Roland's words were like the sincerest of covenants: to publicly confess that he was a staunch supporter of Beowulf and Natasha, and that his victory would add glory to the lord's wife. The people responded with even louder applause, and really regarded this young knight from the south as their own, hoping that he would be able to defeat Oleg and sweep away the haze that had been clouded by the defeat of Natasha yesterday in the hearts of all Kord believers.

In the eyes of the Mokesh believers, Roland's words were like a fiercely worded text: politically, he openly sided with Beowulf and Natasha, like the dueling agents of the lord couple, and Oleg lost to him as much as Beowulf, and everything he won yesterday afternoon would be in vain; Religiously, Roland expressed his denial of the Mokesh faith with a more aggressive manifesto, and his duel with Oleg was not only about personal honor, but also about the theocracy of fate, deciding who would become the recognized and orthodox goddess of fate by the Far Easterners!

The gods descend divine power to influence the beliefs of ordinary people, who in turn influence the growth and decline of the power of gods through their beliefs. When verbal criticism and theological debate fail to persuade opposing parties to change their spiritual beliefs, resorting to force or even waging war to physically destroy heretics becomes an inevitable option.

At this moment, on the grandest stage of Kitland City, the figure of the god looms behind Roland and Oleg, and the duel between the two mortals is really a projection of the god war in the world. (To be continued.) )