As soon as Chrisma finished speaking, the blood mist rose up like a burning flame, quickly enveloping his body, and the injuries on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then, he lifted his heavy axe and chased after Tulayan and struck hard.

"What is a son of iniquity?" asked Charlie, returning to Lancelot's side.

Lancelot stared at the scorching battle situation and muttered, "It is rumored that the gods are the illegitimate children of the gods, the product of the union of the gods and some evil races, and the test products of the gods, and it is also rumored that the gods are the dark side of the gods, the product of the twisted divine power in the throes of the birth of the gods, and the horror that mortals cannot imagine.

They possess a spark of divinity, but the nature of their power is not necessarily divine, as you can see, that dark red power is by no means the divine power of the Holy Peak Lord God Kritz. ”

Charlie continued, "Perhaps, is it just that the divine power we see is its essence?"

From the three divine patterns, Charlie spied that the basic composition of divine arts is actually similar to magic, and they are all indescribable divine pattern units, but when Kritz created divine arts, he made some functional packaging, and the holy, kind, and soul-purifying halos we see are actually renderings of divine pattern units with similar functions, and their role is to set off the atmosphere, and the real effect of the divine pattern units is only one-third of them, or even less.

The Sacred Peak Church's divine magic is particularly exaggerated, and the atmospheric effect contained in the divine magic accounts for eighty percent of it, and this also raises the threshold for cracking to a certain extent.

"Your perspective is unique, but unfortunately I don't understand magic. Lancelot looked at him with strange eyes, and then continued: "The god is extremely evil, rejected by the world, cursed by the gods, and once it appears, it will cause a great panic in a country, a world, and even a plane! It will cause killing and destruction until the entire plane becomes a dark, evil, and chaotic world." ”

Charlie asked, "But this Chrisma is not as terrifying as you described?"

"That's why he's called the son of the gods! he should only have the constitution of the gods at present, and he has not yet awakened the power of the gods. ”

Charlie asked, "Since he is the son of God, why would the Holy Peak Church allow him to exist, and even appoint him as the top of Judgment Town?"

Lancelot smiled and said, "As I said earlier, there is a difference between the son of God and the son of God, and as for why the church would use him, of course, there is their purpose, and we have no way of guessing. ”

Charlie nodded and said, "It's dancing on the tip of a knife!"

"Yes, the church does this kind of thing all the time, and they never think about the impact on the people. ”

"Is there any flaw in the son of iniquity, or what power can defeat him?"

Lancelot sighed, "I don't know! If there were, the gods wouldn't be so notorious." ”

Charlie persistently asked, "What methods did the church use to deal with them?"

Lancelot cracked his mouth and smiled, and said: "The young man's mind is really open, you have reminded me, as early as more than a hundred years ago, the Holy Blade Church used three holy cult armies to encircle and suppress a god, including a holy son, two high-level priests, they launched more than a dozen encirclement and suppression operations, disrupted the three dioceses, accidentally injured more than 2,000 civilians, and finally forced this god to a desperate situation.

However, even in the desperate situation of fighting the trapped beasts, this god still killed the Holy Son, destroyed the two priest regiments and most of the Holy Cult army, and it is said that angered the heavenly Kritz, and sent a divine punishment to kill this god!"

Charlie was puzzled: "Since Krize's divine punishment can directly kill the gods, why do you let him cause so much damage before making a move?"

"Who can guess what the gods think?" said Lancelot, shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, "I am not a believer, but I know believers and their relationship to the gods they believe in.

To use a popular metaphor to describe the relationship between the gods and the believers, it is like the relationship between the emperor of the thousand-year-old empire and a lamb, the lamb eats grass and offers wool, goat's milk, mutton and lamb bones for people to enjoy, the thousand-year-old emperor may enjoy these things, but will he care about the feelings of a lamb?"

Seeing Charlie's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping, Lancelot said, "I know you want to say that didn't you sacrifice a lot of saints who served him?"

Yes, but the saints were only slaves of a higher class, barely out of the category of livestock, and occasionally, in order to make the slaves work hard, His Majesty would occasionally show some goodwill towards the slaves, and nothing more. ”

It is indeed a very vivid metaphor that makes Charlie clear what the human race is in the eyes of the gods, who have lived so long that they may have forgotten the experience of being a human before he ignited the divine fire and obtained the godhead!

In essence, the gods are the most powerful individuals in the human race, the ancestors of modern man, who first used ancestor worship to gain the power of faith, develop believers, and finally complete the process of lighting the divine fire, condensing the godhead, and building the kingdom of heaven, perhaps because the time on the high is so long that they forget their origins and begin to enslave their descendants.

That's an inexplicable sadness!

Charlie let out a long sigh and said, "Well, this is not the time to discuss the gods, Marshal, and I have drawn a conclusion from your words: gods can be destroyed by divine punishment, right?"

Lancelot nodded.

"That means magic works against the gods, right?"

"Yes, but we don't have a magician? as long as you're not a believer in Kritz, you can't cast magic, that's common sense. ”

Charlie smiled, "Did the marshal forget the three composite divine patterns I invented?"

Lancelot's eyes lit up and he smiled, "I forgot that you magicians can simulate the effects of magic spells, so it should be effective!"

The problem is that those three divine patterns are all related to recovery, not a means of attack, and only Charlie himself knows whether they have any effect or not.

As the two talked, the battle situation in the center of the battlefield gradually became clear.

Krisma held a heavy axe in one hand, the blade embedded in the steel handle of the ten-ton hammer, which was held by two arms, and below it was an exhausted Tulayan, whose strength was so exhausted that even holding two weapons became a heavy burden.

In contrast, although Chrisma is sweaty and slightly panting, he is still in full condition, and he still has a very large surplus of physical strength, he has been like this since the beginning of the big war, the two have fought for nearly a thousand rounds, and he is still like this, is the physical strength of the son of God endless? This is a question that lingers in the minds of countless viewers, and it is also a question of Tulayan.

Chrisma said in a dignified tone: "Kneel, swear allegiance to the Lord God Kritz, I will spare you a life, and I can also sponsor you to become an apostle in Judgment Town!"

Finally, Chrisma added, "There are only seven Apostles in Judgment Town, five of whom have disappeared, and the remaining two are second only to the Inquisitors, the Big Three, and you and your family will be treated with great hospitality and ten times as much as you would in the Millennial Empire, as long as you are willing to serve Lord Kritz." ”

"Phew!" Tulayan spat out and said disdainfully, "I'd rather lie down and be a man than lie on my stomach." ”

"It seems that you have been mentally prepared, and the consequence of not agreeing will be to be dismembered into a pile of pieces by my heavy axe, and your soul will never have a place to live!"

Without waiting for Chrisma's action, Tulayan pushed away the heavy axe, rolled to the side, and smashed it with a ten-ton hammer to knock down a knight of the Holy Radiance who was watching the battle on the side, he used this action to prove that even if he ran out of strength, he could easily beat down low-level fighters, and only those who reached the level were eligible to participate in a battle of their level.

Chrisma snorted, turned sideways, took a step, and the heavy axe sent out a crimson arc that made it impossible for his target to dodge, and Tulayan slammed down to meet the axe.

Boom!

The ten-ton hammer was struck with great force and flew out of his hand.

"Stop!" Lancelot's eyes widened on the sidelines, and he let out a deafening roar.

Chrisma slashed back and down Tulayan's right shoulder, along with two raised arms, all the way down cleanly, and the roar from the sidelines did not affect his smooth movements in the slightest.

The body of the Dawn Lord suddenly stopped, as if the strength of the whole body had been drained, time stood still at this moment, as if it was a moment of brilliance, and as if it was a hundred years old, Tulayan's right shoulder and neck were staggered, the whole person was divided into two, and the blood mixed with the fragments of internal organs were scattered on the ground, converging into a pool of blood.

Suddenly, the battlefield fell into an inexplicable silence, and the red blood of heroes was reflected in everyone's eyes, so bright and so lonely.

Another great pinnacle warrior fell, and the Wagram lost a banner, as if something had broken silently, captured carefully, and elusive.

In Her Majesty's heart, the unbreakable impression of the thousand-year-old empire was crushed by that axe, and the blow to her was no less than the fall of the Crimson Emperor, she felt flustered for the first time, felt that the empire had become dilapidated and crumbling, but she didn't want to be a dead king! That must be the sinner of the Charles family, this burden weighed on her heart, so unbearable!

Aisha only felt that it was dark in front of her, and the whole person suddenly broke away and fell forward, and was found by the maid in time, hurriedly helped her to the seat, and went to call the royal physician.

Aisha struggled to sit up, grabbed the Prince of Wales' arm tightly, and asked helplessly, "Uncle, can we still hold on?"

The Prince of Wales frowned tightly and said, "There is still Lancelot ahead, believe him! Even without him, there is me, the Prince of Blood Lion!

Hearing this, Aisha was moved, she sat up straight, her eyes returned to calm, and turned to the battlefield.

Yes, millennials will never compromise!