[Yesterday's fourth update]

But in the imperial world, after Dolgon killed the Pope with one blow, the clergy and believers on the side of the Holy See all went crazy and picked up what they had at hand and threw it at Dolgon.

Dolgon didn't pay attention to these people at all, he just focused on dealing with the strange attacks of the "Heavenly Gate".

The flying sword, in particular, had already hit him more than once, and the most dangerous of them was the one that almost cut off his left arm.

With 30,000 flying swords, plus other dense attacks, even if Dolgon was open, it was impossible for him not to stick to a single leaf.

He began to get hurt, and the accumulation of small injuries turned into major injuries.

Moreover, this is only the beginning, and the process will continue until his death, without dying.

Seeing the millions of believers, Dolgon's figure flickered and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The flying swords that were all over the sky immediately lost their target, and they didn't dare to move.

They locked on to Dolgon's position, but they didn't dare to manipulate the flying sword into the crowd.

Not to mention the Five Fireball Divine Sect and the Heavenly Emperor Society, the group injury skills were thrown into the crowd, and the number of kills rose gradually, but they were all their own people.

After all, this is not a game, and there is no such thing as "turning off teammate damage".

Seeing that the gods had stopped attacking, Dorgon secretly said in his heart: "The kindness of a woman."

If the offense and defense are reversed, Dorgon will definitely not be merciful, and would rather kill three million by mistake than let go of one.

In order to perpetuate the Qing Dynasty, Dolgon issued more than one massacre order and city massacre order.

However, Xi Tong has his considerations.

What he needs is not a permanent country, and the land does not have much meaning to him.

What he needs is a population, a devout believer, a firm faith.

If the innocent is not taken into account, the future will inevitably be recorded by the believers, and this alone will be enough to dissuade many prospective believers.

After all, other religions claim to love the world and redeem the world, and it is one thing to do it or not, but it is another thing to say it or not.

Xi Tong didn't want to kill the millions of followers he had managed to develop because of Dorgon.

On top of that, even if you kill millions of believers, you won't necessarily kill Dorgon.

Scratch your head!

In desperation, Xi Tong closed one "heavenly gate" after another.

Dorgon smiled, this time, with a wild and confident smile.

Then he looked around at the blood-red and crazy people with their eyes.

"Religion has really misled the country and harmed the people, and it has turned the obedient people into a mob, damn it! Banned! ”

Someone rushed towards Dolgon desperately, but after a few steps, he was shocked by the blood in Dolgon's eyes and the tyrannical murderous aura on his body, and the pace of the charge became slower and slower, and then turned and fled.

It's not that he's not heroic, it's that the gap between friend and foe is too great, and his ability to charge is already very valuable, and no one will criticize him too much.

Dorgon laughed three times and roared to the sky.

With a wave of his hand, the blood was as bright as a knife, and those who dared to show their indignation against him all fell to the ground screaming.

Instead of killing them, Dorgon cut off their hands and feet, and the power of the flesh invaded their bodies along the wounds and flowed through their veins, slowly but surely eroding their muscles, bones, and internal organs.

This feeling is like ten thousand ants eating bones and ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, which is more painful and unbearable than Ling Chi.

Immediately, Dorgon shuttled through the crowd, carrying with him large stumps of severed arms.

"Immortals? But that's it! ”

Absorbing the power of blood in the air, Dolgon laughed wildly, his blood-red eyes scanning the believers around him, and then he grabbed his neck and lifted one of them.

"You, spit on this wild god, or die!"

At this moment, Dorgon returned to the time when he "kept his head without hair, and left his hair without his head".

The believers all trembled—even after more than a hundred years, the horror of the shaving order still loomed over everyone's hearts.

In the past, people had no one to rely on, and could only submit to the obscenity of the Manchurians, but now, they have immortals, and they believe that the gods will make decisions for them.

Seeing the fools and fools kowtowing in the direction of the temple, Dorgon laughed wildly and continued his way through the crowd, attacking the unarmed civilians, causing them to wriggle on the ground with their hands and feet cut off and turned into chrysalis.

The blood was filled with light, and one after another wild boar-skinned warriors appeared, walking in front of the believers like executioners, and those who did not spit and insulted the main god of the system immediately added their swords and severed their hands and feet.

Some succumbed, but many more scolded Dolgon, the Manchus, and the executioners.

Dorgon didn't care, but laughed maniacally:

"Rebels and thieves, everyone will be punished!"

"Let's see if the wild god will come down to save you!"

At this time, a cold snort came from the sky, and immediately, two figures fell from the sky.

Seeing this scene, all the believers cheered and shouted, "The immortals descend to earth", and they fell down and bowed down like a tide, and Dolgon was shocked.

He originally thought that "because of the heavenly rules", the immortals could not go down to earth, at most, it was just a spell in the air like scratching the boots, and cast a few small spells that did not hurt or itch.

Truth be told, the indiscriminate bombardment had scared Dorgon a lot, especially the sword that nearly removed his arm.

There is such a powerful attack across the two realms of immortals, if you face to face......

"Fortunately, the immortals can't go down to earth."

Now, the last luck in Dolgon's heart has also been shattered, the two figures that have just appeared are powerful and powerful, and they are definitely not ordinary people.

Terra Planet, Xi Tong ordered: "Susanoo, Estes, carry out the mission!" ”

Although there are already hundreds of thousands of green dragons as cannon fodder, Xi Tong is still not steady, and he does not dare to risk his life, but sends his capable generals Susanoo and Estes to go down to earth.

Both of these people have the background behind them, coupled with the resources supplied by Xi Tong, after a long period of actual combat and tempering, they have taken the last step and become god-level powerhouses.

They are not only the top powerhouses under Xi Tong, but also the most suitable candidates to block the battle.

After all, this is a cross-world battle, too strong to be suitable, too weak to fight.

As soon as the two entered the world of the Qing Empire, they fell into free fall.

Xi Tong covered his face with his hands, "I only cared about dressing, and I forgot that the space passage was opened at a height of 100 meters." ”

Although he has cultivated to the god level, Susanoo's cultivation is on the three artifacts, and Estes is an ice rule, and neither of them has the ability to fly.

Fortunately, Estes snapped his fingers, and ice crystals flashed, as if the rainbow bridge was across the heavens and the earth, and the two of them followed the rainbow bridge to resist the wind, and quickly rushed to Dolgon's side.

At this time, the ice crystal rainbow bridge made a crisp sound, exploded into ice powder in the sky, and the sunlight was refracted by the ice crystals, showing a dazzling and blurred colorful light, this scene was naturally understood as a glow and fairy spirit.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Dolgon was stunned.

He didn't see clearly what immortal magic the other party cast, let alone when the other party cast it.

In Dorgon's mind, even if he is an immortal, at best, he is stronger than mortals, and if he wants to exert his power, he has to pinch and chant spells.

But the two people on the other side broke his cognition.

The white-haired man's body flickered, turning into a thousand doppelgangers, and the boar-skinned warrior that Dorgon had transformed into was like a chick waiting to be slaughtered, slashed clean by those phantom clones one by one.

Dolgon's eyes burned over Susanoo to the weapon in his hand, the Bloodthirsty Blade, the weapon of Dolgon's dreams.