Gonzalez was on a precipice, his body firmly crucified, and below him was the devouring sea.

The Inquisition was counting his crimes to the other Spaniards.

There are many crimes, but all of them are conclusively proven.

The first is to try the path to eternal existence without the permission of the great God.

Then there are priests who shake their faith in God and secretly reach out to other gods.

Then there's the mutilation of his subordinates, using their lives to keep his own alive, but Ciric isn't really angry about this, but you can't get caught.

The key is his transformation.

Ciric's church certainly doesn't criminalize all necromancy, but Gonzalez's actions are still definitely crossing the red line, and the charges add up to enough for him to be thrown into the ocean.

Although he had reason to complain, after all, he did not embark on this path voluntarily, and the situation at that time was that he would either die or accept the advancement of the "Death Knight" with great side effects.

But Gonzalez himself knew that the Inquisition would not care about such an explanation, and that Spain was the most severe country in religious matters.

In other countries of true gods, pagans who simply belong to another god line will be put to death, and most of the true gods who believe in gods other than Shirek are only unable to hold public office, and there are also great disadvantages in the issue of property inheritance and judicial adjudication, and the right to vote and to be elected are also closely linked to religious believers, and it is basically impossible for believers who are not believers in the dark day to have the right to vote.

But only in Spain was the belief in other gods punishable by death.

Only a limited number of gods were pardoned by Ciric, and believers were allowed to quietly retain their faith on the condition of renouncing their titles and property rights, and were never allowed to preach in any public place, and in the army, they were also required to remain silent and not to profess their faith.

Offenses to Ciric, even if only possible offenses. The Inquisitors were merciless, not to mention that Gonzalez was indeed a blasphemer.

He had been tortured for days.

Today is his death............

I'm going to die.

What a terrible thing, hiding in the New World or not avoiding this fate?

Wait, that's not right. I'm in the New World.

Gonzalez suddenly realized something, in the New World, as long as you are of Spanish origin, unless you believe in the Star and Moon Archdemon, you believe in the black hand Bane, the sworn enemy of God. There is also a chance to repent and come back!

The governors of the New World, all racking their brains to collect more colonists from Spain, were quite flexible when it came to religious matters.

Even if they are indeed hereticals, as long as they are not fanatical and willing to keep their religion silent, the satraps will always carry the Inquisitors for them.

The population of the New World was so precious that even the Spanish Inquisitors had to make concessions.

In addition, the fighting in the New World was so fierce, and the Inquisitors often had to participate in front-line battles, which greatly narrowed their relationship with the front-line soldiers. After countless battles, most of the inquisitors couldn't be too harsh on their comrades who fought together.

In the New World, the fanatical and desperate Inquisitors usually did not live long.

Of course, no Spaniard would dare to offend the noble Inquisition. It was really too slow to save him, or it was true that he didn't see the Aztec who went around behind him, and no one could figure out how the bottle of the healing potion broke.

And what did I come to the New World for, yes, to avoid the world of reincarnation and that damn alpha. ’

This is not a real scenario!

Gonzalez's eyes regained clarity. He carried the fourth-level illusion magic "Phantom Killer".

He returned to the C-level plane, on the battlefield where the Empire of Light and the Jianzhou Elven tribe were at war.

He was slashing at a young elven prince when he was attacked by an enemy spellcaster.

Although he did not die in great fear, the moment just now still caused him great damage. He couldn't suppress the liquid that poured up his throat, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Azig seized the opportunity to attack violently, his machete slicing through Gonzalez's already vastly weakened defenses.

Gonzalez pulled back with all his might, but he couldn't fully dodge the blow, and he was cut wide in front of him from his shoulder to his abdomen.

Gonzalez rolled on the ground, his intestines dragging to the ground more than a meter long. If you don't get a powerful healing spell, this is enough to kill you.

"Ming dog is killed!" Azig finally defeated this formidable foe, and he yelled to disperse several of Gonzalez's men, "Haha, eat your uncle's knife." ”

He then raised his broadsword and pointed at the shivering locals in the back row, who had completely lost the ability to resist when they saw the mighty Oka Chido fall.

A few even knelt down under Azig's roar.

The others also fled in all directions.

If it weren't for Azig's eagerness to turn around, he would have waited for him to kill thousands of inhabitants with nearly a hundred elves.

After forcing the residents back, Azig chased after He Heli and the other elves towards the main entrance.

However, Gonzalez was seriously injured but did not lose consciousness, and not only that, he was able to save himself.

It's just that this method really should be thrown into the sea.

In the chaos of the battlefield, no one noticed that he quietly crawled to the side of a Ming soldier who was also not dead, but had been mortally wounded.

Then a mysterious light lit up.........

When Azig came over, Wu Xin and Delia had completely pressed the elves on the other side into the hot pot restaurant, but they all knew the importance of this altar, and this was the last chance that God had given them.

Under the organization of one of the remaining Niu Lu Ezhen, these elves put up the most resolute resistance at the door, not allowing Wu Xin and them to destroy the altar where the life of the Heavenly Mandate Khan was bound.

Wu Xin couldn't rush into the altar before Azig rushed back, and after entering such a white-knuckle battle, he didn't have a chance to cast the fireball technique.

It's not good to hurt allies, but it's even worse to hurt yourself.

Azig was still roaring and charging, and He Heli's magic was one step ahead.

Wu Xin hadn't cast a powerful enough spell for a long time, so He Heli's "Phantom Killer" threw himself at Delia.

Although he didn't see her fighting stance, He Heli relied on experience to accurately judge the enemy's biggest threat at the moment.

But this time, he really chose the wrong target.

The determined Delia was completely out of her way to be killed by this illusion magic, and she resisted the instantaneous effect, but the collateral damage still made her look painful.

Delia paused, though. After performing a "treatment of serious injuries" on himself, he met Azig with the strongest attitude.

The strongest parts of the two forces were tangled.

Delia suddenly stepped forward, and the dragon power on her body made ordinary elves other than Azig and He Heli a little out of state. Therefore, although she has to face several enemies, she is still calm and unharmed.

In the back are Joel's several forces, and they allow the casters in the back row to shoot with peace of mind.

The old cult had run out of magic and could only use his crossbow to support Delia. However, he knew too much about his marksmanship, and he raised his crossbow for a long time, but he didn't dare to fire it.

The enemy can see him from the opposite side, and it is not difficult to dodge, but with his back to his teammates, it is much more difficult to dodge an arrow from behind.

However, in Wu Xin's hands, there was an endless stream of magic such as "acid splash" and "secondary flame ball", and the output was carried out steadily.

Several elves wanted to shoot him, and He Heli didn't have any other suitable magic, but he was also a good shooter, and they joined in the shooting of Wu Xin together.

But Wu Xin has the protection of the "ghost face technique". No one could hurt the warlock under that strange ghost face with an ordinary arrow.

Wu Xin's spell slot was almost empty soon, and the situation was still stalemate, but he was not very worried, and now the enemy was divided into two parts by his own commandos at the gate.

A large number of troops on the periphery will soon exert pressure on the Azig Division that they cannot bear.

But after a while, Wu Xin never saw any signs of the elven army rushing, the enemy became more and more courageous, Wu Xin, a commando of less than 100 people, was instead under the attack of the elves in the Azig department and the hot pot restaurant. There are signs of collapse.

"That's not right!" Seeing that the situation was not right, Villefort, who wanted to flank Azig with Delia, was frightened back by He Heli, and he didn't know if the other party still had a "Phantom Killer", if so. He didn't have the confidence to resist that kind of magic as a wanderer.

Needless to say, Wu Xin was also aware of the situation, and on the entire battlefield, only his own army, which was caught between the enemy, was still fighting.

The coercion on Delia made the elven army hesitate, but the prestige of the elven army put more pressure on the soldiers of the Bright Empire.

The Bright Emperor ** on the periphery has entered the rhythm of conventional combat. That is, wait-and-see mode.

Although most of the soldiers were still wielding their weapons and intermittently emitting roars of unknown significance, the elves only needed a few people to block the Bright Emperor ** of nearly a hundred people.

Gonzalez's defeat not only completely collapsed the offensive of his wing, but also affected the morale of the entire battlefield.

The Sichuan guerrilla, although he accepted Li Shizhong as a commander and reluctantly participated in the battle, refused to invest in his precious family team to make wedding dresses for a few Jinyi guards in Beijing, and he still had to rely on these dozens of surviving family members as guerrillas.

Without his family as an arrow, the other Bright Emperors were just cheering policemen.

The Emperor of Light**, who has been declining for a long time, is really too lacking in backbone compared to the Eight Banners of the Elves who are like the rising sun.

In fact, Wu Xin was quite sure that perhaps the Elven Eight Banners of the 17th century and the Spanish conquistadors of the 17th century had some similar courage.

But compared to the really strong armies of the same era, such as the Swedish army on the Breitenfeld Plains, after losing its flanks, it was able to quickly turn around and continue to fight.

As well as the armies of several other European powers close to the Swedish army, the Elven Eight Banners is not an army of a standard.

Not to mention that at this time, the entire elf clan is only 100,000 men at most, which is only the level of a big city in the Bright Empire.

They have little more of a thriving culture and deep honor.

While the Empire of Light was thriving with countless nations, translating their books into their own languages and incorporating their art into their masterpieces, the hungry elves had no time to study these things.

There is no weaker and more ignorant enemy than the elves, but weakness and ignorance are never the decisive factors, arrogance and vanity are.

Watching the other friendly soldiers become more and more cowardly, the old worshipper's heart was full of pain.

After Li Chengliang's death, he saw the decline and collapse of the Bright Empire, and of course, he often thought alone in the dead of night, how did our empire degenerate into this?

The army of the Empire of Light is lacking in honor. The sense of responsibility has collapsed, and even the bloodthirsty spirit of the warriors is not only a so-called army that can only carry out police duties, and only by gathering tens of thousands of elites in a million troops can they cope with the lowest intensity of war.

And in the war that paid for countless blood. And having gained the upper hand, often because of cultural stupidity and arrogance and the struggle between bureaucrats, they ended up with nothing, and even consolidated and expanded the extremely absurd vanity.

Yes, vanity. This is the answer to the old offerings.

If a person is in vain and does not recognize his true status, he is only buying a fur that is too expensive.

If the elite of a country is guilty of the same problem, then they will drag the whole nation into slavery.

He had read a lot of books and had been fighting on the front lines for many years before he came to this result.

It's a pity that Wu Xin and him don't have enough opportunities to establish a relationship where they can talk about everything, and they don't have the opportunity to get drunk with him.

Wu Xin and he both missed a bosom friend.

The Bright Empire is not a Celestial Empire, and there is no Celestial Empire in the world, but it is just a nation that must always be vigilant and fight like all other nations.

After the vain War to Resist Our Aid Korea. The bureaucracy of the entire empire was immersed in spiritual opium, completely unaware that the general's heart had been lost.

Honor without an effective goal, just vanity and self-aggrandizement.

Even middle-level officers are mostly illiterate and ignorant of the history of their own nation, so of course they have no sense of honor and responsibility.

The soldiers fought hard, but they had no chance to share the real spoils, and now they could not even get the basic military pay in time and in full.

The so-called army, which has no sense of honor, no sense of responsibility, and even a suppressed desire for conquest, is eventually reduced to the point that even well-organized bandits cannot deal with it.

These Sichuan soldiers who had experienced the holding of the altar, most of their confidence was pinned on the brave Oka Qianhu, and Gonzalez fell. Their morale was immediately on the verge of collapse.

So although Li Shizhong in the back row was extremely eager, he even took off his clothes and cheered directly on the drums.

But after all, he is young, his prestige is limited, and he does not have a strong enough team. Unable to get the soldiers of the Empire of Light, who were far outnumbered by the elves, to start launching powerful attacks again.

They were just half-heartedly playing Taiping Fist, and they were not at all a threat to the limited number of elves in front of them.

The elves became more and more courageous, and Delia, although brave, could no longer maintain the battle line alone with the soldiers around her constantly retreating.

"Haha, I'll just say it, Ming dogs are all gutless rats!"

"Destiny Khan! Baylor wise! ”

"Haha, Father Khan help me!"

Azig even rushed to the distance where he could shout at the elves in the hot pot restaurant.

With the shouts of "Destiny Khan". Even the soldiers of the Bright Empire beside Wu Xin were shaken.

Watching the enemy grow stronger and braver, the soldiers found themselves in a lonely salient.

"Wu Qianhu, why don't we retreat first............" A small officer who was several steps away from Wu Xin suggested to Wu Xin to retreat in a loud voice.

If he came to Wu Xin's side and gently proposed in Wu Xin's ear, then Wu Xin would only scold him for being a coward in his heart, and would not make him pay a greater price.

Now many of the soldiers around were attracted by "retreating", and they watched Du Wu Xin's reaction.

Wu Xin did not speak, but expressed his attitude in a more decisive way.

Suddenly two tongues of fire were thrown out of his hands, and he pressed the head of the petty officer.

"Ah!!h The coward's screams didn't last long, and Wu Xin burned the trachea and artery in his hand without any blockage.

This is the "Kiss of the Fire Snake", a spell-like ability obtained by Wu Xin after advancing to the backbone level.

Wu Xin was very sad, this new ability had not yet killed an enemy, but he had to take his own compatriots first.

It's a pity that he has no choice, that petty officer is shaking the morale of the army.

And the damage he caused is irreparable for his life.

Although Wu Xin controlled the source of chaos in time, there were still many soldiers who were weaker and wanted to find an opportunity to escape.

Azig and He Heli immediately realized that the fighter plane was coming, and they shouted slogans louder and charged at Wu Xin and them.

The soldiers of the Empire of Light retreated like a tide, and were killed by the elves, suffering heavy casualties.

Several reincarnators and old offerings form a protrusion like an isolated island.

Without a command, the elves judged what they had to do, and they quickly made a small turn to cut them off.

There was also a shake among the reincarnators, and Mu Lan was hesitating, he spent too much attention observing Wu Xin and Deliya's movements.

So that the pace was messy, and Azig, who was at the forefront, rushed in front of Mu Lan with a brisk step, and cut his neck open with a knife.

The large blood vessels between the heart and brain were all broken, and blood ejaculated several meters high.

"At the critical moment, we can only rely on ourselves!" Delia didn't have a chance to cast a magic spell on Mu Lan at all, she could only watch him fall to the ground and she yelled.

The green dragon head with her eyes sewn into her chest reappeared, and then spewed death-like acid at her enemies.

During the battle at the Altar of Hetuala, all the elves who saw this move died.

Afterwards, when the elves saw the jealous and corrupted corpses, they all guessed that there was acid magic such as "Edith's strong acid breath".

At this moment, seeing the majestic and mysterious dragon head, under Azig and He Heli, all the elves were stunned at once.

The power of the Green Dragon Armor is more intimidating than a squad battle in a battle formation of this scale.

The elves, though dexterous, were unable to disperse in time for this instantaneous spit.

Azig, who had rushed to the front, bore the brunt of the blow, swept by the hot acid. (To be continued.) )