When the night fell, the four fields were gloomy, and they couldn't see their five fingers.

In the makeshift camp at the intersection of the woods, the light of the fire faded away, and everything fell into darkness.

But the camp was not quiet, footsteps rustled, and hundreds of key members of the Bane Church were gathering. Old Hughes took the lead and led his men to kneel in the middle of the camp. A dark spear piercing the corpse was erected straight and became the object of everyone's kneeling.

"My lord, please punish me for my incompetence, and give me another chance. I will be your vengeful minion, and spread your name to the world; I am willing to pledge my soul in exchange for your mighty power; I am willing to suffer the greatest pain in order to demand the life of the blasphemer. ”

Old Hughes spoke with hatred, and his voice was fierce. He had no way back, he had to win, but he lost the battle with confidence. This frustration cannot be resolved.

After speaking, Old Xius pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into his chest, and as soon as his body was crooked, he fell down.

Behind him, the Mursi priest and the goblin shaman were stunned. The Black Knight, kneeling at the back, prayed loudly, hoping to trade his fanaticism for the favor of the gods.

The cold wind seemed to stagnate, and the air slowly condensed......

Because of his grip on 'strife' and his hatred of the two priesthoods, Bane was destined to be an extremely narrow-minded god. It does not tolerate resistance and disobedience, and hates defeat and cowardice even more. If it finds that a believer is not strong-willed in battle, it will immediately punish him.

Like a thunderbolt or something......

But the actions of the Church of Tyranny in the Northland really kicked the iron plate - I originally thought it was just ringworm and scabies, but after fighting repeatedly, I found that the opponent was getting stronger and stronger, and my own side was getting weaker and weaker.

Those who engage in evil god worship are not very good at fighting!

When encountering those who dare to face up to the hard, they immediately expose their nature of bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

During the daytime battle, hundreds of goblins were driven by bloodshed. But this wave was desperately resisted by the opponent - after resisting, it was the goblin's turn to be unlucky, and the flesh and corpses were slaughtered.

The casualties were terrible, and even Zul. Grayskin couldn't help but be dumbfounded - humans are really good at carrying out massacres, and they are too efficient.

The only result of the Church's battle was to crash into Antey, the corpse that was piercing the Dark Spear, as if he had been killed in front of Old Xius.

In the post-battle review, Mursi and the old goblin unanimously accused the old Hughes of incompetence - first failed to defend against the onslaught of the blasphemers, failed to support the besieging goblins in time, and finally focused on killing the enemy and sparing most of the enemy's right flank.

Regardless of whether it is really at fault or not, all the pots are carried by Old Hughes anyway......

In the middle of the night, it is a time for tyrannical believers to pray to the Lord of Darkness, and it is also a time for the gods to bestow divine magic on believers.

Old Hughes was forced by two of his colleagues to take the last path, taking out his soul as a gamble - a sharp dagger pierced his chest, and the body fell instantly.

The air condensed, and the shoulders of the people seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and their backs bent uncontrollably to show submission.

The dark sky thundered and lightning, and with a loud boom, the dark spear that had been erected was struck by lightning. The corpse on the tip of the gun seemed to come to life, its limbs shaking under the light of electricity, and then a moment later it was torn apart and exploded to pieces.

The strong fishy stench spread as the corpse pieces fell, and everyone present was sick and dizzy when they heard it. But inhaling these unpleasant stench, the believers felt that great strength was born out of thin air in their bodies, and they were physically strong and hot-headed for a while.

The old goblin had always been cunning and cunning, and his faith in Bane was not long ago. It originally wanted to rely on the god of tyranny to improve the strength of the Magru tribe, but it didn't expect the Black Forest strategy to be so troublesome this time.

Zur. Grayskin prostrate his obedience, but after inhaling a few mouthfuls of corpse rottenness, a few strong thoughts of dying for the Lord of Darkness came to his mind. It was horrified and immediately wanted to resist, but a strong will forced it to submit.

On the other side, the priest of Morsi, who was also kneeling on the ground, let out a wail. He hugged one of his empty arms and cried out, 'My lord, have mercy on me, I have done my best'.

Before the shouting stopped, the high priest fell like a puddle of flesh, and quickly turned into foul-smelling corpse water, soaking the land. Old Xiusius, who had committed suicide, raised his head violently again, opened his mouth and let out a bursting roar.

The voice was like a ghost, terrible and terrifying, with an air of fear. The frozen air became violent, like a hurricane blowing back and forth in a stormy sea.

The old goblin lay on the ground, like a dead leaf in the wind, tossed up and down by the blow, and could be blown away at any moment. It had to shout in the name of tyranny, swear loyalty and save its life.

The wind lasted for a short time, but the strength was extremely strong, and all those who did not have firm beliefs were swept away by the wind, blown into the air and cut by the wind blade, turning into minced flesh and falling - there were originally only a hundred or so evil god cultists left, and this time there was only half of them, and the number of troops was even less.

Standing on the fence of the Rat Village, you can easily feel the thunder and lightning coming from hundreds of meters away, as well as the strange roar and the howling wind. The screams continued.

The disgusting breath was blown to the wall, and Zhou Qingfeng felt like vomiting. He'd just complained that Bane was going crazy......

Ciric retorted, "But they're stronger. ”

"It's become a person who is not a ghost, and it has a bird meaning to become stronger like this. I know that none of you gods have a good thing, and you treat believers like playthings, and I will definitely not believe you. Zhou Qingfeng endured the nausea and expressed disdain in his mind.

"But if the enemy becomes stronger, he can kill you, and if you don't become stronger, you will only be killed." Ciric has long known that Zhou Qingfeng is not in oil and salt, but his 'ideological work' has been uninterrupted.

'Darksun' continued, "Bane is a god, and it doesn't care about these believers. But you provoke it, and it cares about you. The rest of the tyrannical believers will surely launch a furious attack at night, and they will never die. I'm afraid you won't be able to escape. ”

"Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures!"

"What do you say? You blasphemer is so abominable that you should be nailed to the wall of the unbelievers and blown by the gales of the underworld for ten thousand years. ”

Ciric was furious. For so many years since it became a god, it has not been ridiculed as much as Uncle Zhou said in a day. With this kid, it's really an explosion of anger.

"Who's afraid of whom? Lao Tzu has hole cards in his hand, and he is thinking about how to solve those nasty ghosts. Zhou Qingfeng didn't bother to take care of Cirek, he waved to the back and shouted: "Throw fire oil at those cultists and see what they are doing?" ”

Behind the wall, a jar of fire oil was placed on the nets of the two trebuchets. The outside of the jar was tied with hemp rope soaked in fire oil, ignited and thrown out - in the dark night, it was like two fireballs flying out, crossing a distance of more than 200 meters to the ground, shattering and igniting the ground.

The fire burns unextinguished, illuminating a radius of twenty or thirty meters around.

Zhou Qingfeng held on to the wall and looked into the distance. He waited for a long time, only to see a red dot light up in the darkness, slowly approaching the village.

Immediately after that, the red dots gradually became clearer and more numerous.

A few red dots, a dozen red dots, dozens of red dots, hundreds of red dots.

Waiting for the red dot to get close to the firelight, he realized that it was a pair of blood-red shining eyes. Immediately after, the body with red dots was also reflected, and it was a demonized humanoid monster.

The leading monster has a tall body and a strong physique, and its muscles are like intertwined old trees, strong and powerful. It had four arms and each held a different weapon, the most conspicuous being a long, black spear.

The leader monster strode forward, followed by dozens of equally alienated men. These people have become extremely ugly and extremely intimidating. Even if you are far away, you can feel the bloodthirsty fury and evil of the other party.

"The enemy is coming." Zhou Qingfeng exhaled lightly on the wall and shouted to the villagers around him: "Continue to throw fire oil and set the entire battlefield on fire." Ordered everyone in the village to get ready for battle, and Bane's men fought with us.

They don't succeed during the day, and they won't win at night. We can educate these fools right away, and remember to be good people in the next life. ”