The bright light flashed, and the dense crowd was instantly plowed out of a bloody ** channel.

People on both sides were stupefied.

They never imagined that His Majesty the King could launch such a fierce attack.

Is this something that people can do?

Only God can do this, right?

Can the power of God be mastered?

Thinking of this, the traitors all woke up, and they also had the power of God, although it was not so powerful, but it was better than nothing.

"Hell Fire God, burn everything in the world!"

"Praise the God of Hell and Fire, I am willing to use my body as your majesty and lead you to the world!"

These people triggered the power of the fire in their bodies, and the flame spirits immediately recovered, conceived, strengthened, and burst out of their shells in their bodies.

One traitor after another's bodies swelled, their mouths, nostrils, and other places erupted with blazing fire, and red magma broke through the blood vessels, flowing and spreading on the surface of their bodies.

They've gotten stronger!

It was at least three or five times stronger, and it was covered with cracked lines, and the lines shimmered with a faint firelight, like a naturally occurring tattoo.

A few people even reached ten times, not only the flame patterns on their bodies were more complex and mysterious, but they were also surrounded by a flame shield that looked like a substance, and the darkness under their feet was even more spreading, and the scorched earth was expanding.

"Up! Let's go together! ”

"Although his move is powerful, the consumption must be very terrifying, and he can't use the first ...... in a short time."

The words came to an abrupt end, and the person who spoke was like being choked by the neck, unable to make any more sound.

For opposite him, Tamil reached out and a sword appeared.

An identical sword.

The blade is sharp and the sword surface is bright, like a pool of autumn water, a silver light.

The man was right, this move could not be used continuously, and every time it would deplete the sword qi accumulated in the sword body, and it would have to be charged before it could be re-exerted.

However, Tamil has money!

Only the poor buy lighters with kerosene, and the rich people play disposable, such as disposable lighters, and throw them away when they run out, and they want this kind of luxury.

"Boom!"

Another sword!

Only when you really face it will you know that the gap between the two sides is not three times five times at all, nor ten times or eight times, but a hundred times or a thousand times.

Those few strong men who scorched the earth spread at every step tried in vain to confront Tamil with their own strength, but they vividly explained what it means to be a mantis arm as a car and a mayfly to shake the pillar.

The sword was still falling, with them or not, they were all there, they all fell so fast and stretched so long.

The existence of several of them has no meaning, and their deaths have generated no value.

There is not much difference between slapping 100 people to death with a sword and slapping 101 people to death.

If it's a little bit less, then shoot again.

Seeing the sword reappearing in Tamil's hand, the traitors collapsed en masse.

Can't beat it!

Escape!

However, as they approached the griffons, their loyal and tame mounts roared and roared at them, and even men stood up and attacked them with their sharp claws.

Rumble!

A traitor raised his hand and fired a burst of fireball.

The magic that mages need to recite lengthy incantations is at the beck of a moment, and their mastery of fire has reached its peak.

This is what the god of hellfire has given them.

The griffon's wings were scorched black at the blow, and it let out a terrible roar, and its four paws flew into the air.

Other griffons also rose into the air, hovering above the castle, their piercing eyes fixed on everyone present.

It was then that the traitors remembered that the griffin was a mount given to them by His Majesty.

Each griffon is created and nurtured by the Lord God of the System, and in this world, their only object of allegiance is His Majesty the King.

"Run? At the ends of the earth, there is no place for you! ”

"You don't believe in the main god of the system, but you shouldn't blaspheme the main god of the system!"

"Blasphemer, die!"

The traitors were overwhelmed by the sword aura.

No one dared to stand in a group anymore, and none of the three dared to stand in a row, lest they be strung together by a sword qi.

When the traitors began to rout, Eve moved.

Assault and slashing, this is her best skill.

No one is missing!

Not a single one!

All the traitors were ambushed, and there was not a single corpse.

When they awaken the Flame Elves and become members of the Burning Legion, they have no concept of a body.

Death is extinguished, and nothing but embers remain.

In the sky, there are also members of the FFF group who arrived one after another.

When they noticed the griffons hovering over the castle and the blood in the castle, they immediately sensed that something was wrong.

However, when they tried to turn around, the griffons under them lost control and rushed headlong into the castle.

Gollum......

A member of the FFF group rolled off the griffin in embarrassment, and before he could stop, he felt that his chest was pressed against something round and slippery, and he took it out with his hand to look at it, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Head!

I don't know which unlucky ghost's heavenly spirit cover.

Looking around, although there were burnt marks everywhere, I could still make out that they were a large number of stumps and severed arms.

The air was filled with a familiar smell, the smell of incinerated corpses, something that the FFF members were no stranger to.

It's just that they usually burn two or three people at a time at most, and there are no double digits.

And here......

Their scalps were tingling, and they didn't dare to continue thinking.

Seeing His Majesty standing with his sword neatly in his hand, and then looking at the deep ravines on the ground, like radial lines, and the starting point of all lines is in front of His Majesty.

At the same time, they thought of a possibility, a very terrifying possibility.

"I've seen it...... His Majesty the King...... Ever seen...... Regiment Commander ......"

Kneel!

Crisp and clean, without mud and water.

Although they don't know how this surround purgatory-like scene around them came about, their strong desire to survive let them know what tone and posture they should use at this time.

Time flies, the sun sinks below the horizon little by little, the moon sets and the sun rises, and the light returns to the earth.

At this time, the number of people kneeling in front of Tamil had reached more than four thousand.

The rest of the FFF group is all here.

This time they made the right choice.

Tamil is still sitting, comfortable and cozy.

The people in front of him were covered in silver, and the frost and frost and freezing air caused a layer of ice armor to form on their bodies.

Winter has arrived!

It's snowing season in the north.

Kneeling outside overnight in this kind of weather, even if the FFF team members are strong, they can't bear it and can't stand it.

Half of the 4,000 people in front of him have not survived the cold and are sleeping here forever.

The rest is also cold and erodes the body, inside and out, up and down.

As for the fire that inhabits the body, it has also been extinguished and no longer exists.

Tamil slowly stood up.

"I forgive you your sins, but I don't know if the Lord God of the system will forgive you for your blasphemy. Here you confess to the Lord God. ”

"No one is allowed to step out of the castle - life, it is the people here; Death, it's the ghost here! ”

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