As the saying goes, the tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, and now the kingdom of Dylan is a dead tree swaying in the wind, and the only reason why it is not dismembered and broken by the storm that attacks it from all sides is that it is still huge, even if the trunk has been corroded into an empty shell, and it will not collapse for a while with the root system that has penetrated into the rock.

But............ What if the roots of this big tree are all broken and broken?

In this nightcrawler mission, Punk and others are active in the western region of the Dylan Kingdom, but the great war that broke out in the royal city of the Dylan Kingdom is no less intriguing than the intrigue in the western wilderness, and even the intensity and scope of this war are far greater than the battle of Punk and others.

Time goes back to a day ago, in the royal city of the Kingdom of Dylan, the "Beacon City" - Yajiao City.

This giant city, which has existed as a royal city since the founding of the Kingdom of Dylan, and at its lowest point had a permanent population of at least 200,000, is no longer prosperous.

The city walls that were originally painted with the flag of the Kingdom of Dylan cracked inch by inch, the streets that were always crowded with pedestrians were only smoky pits, and the rock buildings that originally stood in the city collapsed and collapsed, shattered and shattered, and there was no complete house to be found in the huge city as far as the eye could see.

The entire eastern part of the "Yajiao", which is on higher ground, is even more missing as if someone has bitten it, and one-tenth of the city's area has actually become a deep crater. Heat of lava and sudden lightning burst into the crater in a brilliant light and shadow representing destruction.

About 10,000 or so survivors stood on the high mountain outside the city and stared blankly at the ruins of their homes, some of them could not help but kneel on the ground and wept bitterly, and some of them prayed sadly to the gods they worshipped.

However, no matter how the survivors reacted, they would not be able to return to the "Corner City" for a while, although the battle here was already coming to an end............

In the depths of that huge crater, a humanoid creature in broken armor covered its right hand with a severed arm staring at a charred "organic" on the ground that was almost unrecognizable, smiling coldly.

There is no doubt that he is the Caspaci who won the game.

"Haha, haha, hahahaha, Archmage Sangus, this is the power of the gods, this is the brilliance of the dawn, your heretical tricks...... Whew...... At all, it's not worth mentioning"!

"I have won, I have won, good will triumph over evil, light will triumph over darkness, and even you, the Earth Splitter of the past, Sangus, will not be able to resist the divine purification"!

Caspaci trembled and raised a white and flawless short staff in his hand, the sparkling light at the top of the short staff seemed to celebrate his victory, although his injuries were not much better than Sangers's, without the support of this short staff, Caspachi would have collapsed to the ground.

"Ahem...... Ahem, young man, this is your victory, this is the "kindness" of the Dawn Church, at least hundreds of thousands of innocent poor people died in the battle between you and me, is this the kindness in your mouth"!

Lying motionless on the ground, you Sangers said hoarsely in a dry, charred throat, his voice devoid of any intonation, as if he were just a robot reading from a script.

"Hmph, it is their glory that they can die for the victory of our Lord."

Caspaci said in a fanatical voice, and he put his short white staff on his chest, and put on a serious posture and said:

"As for kindness...... What could be kinder than I can give those heretics a dignified death so that they can no longer live as heretics?"

As he spoke, the short staff in his hand actually emitted a holy radiance at the same time to repair his body, and this radiance that only worked on the good camp did not repel Caspaqi in the slightest.

Seeing Caspachi's appearance, Sangers, who seemed to be dying at any time, sighed heavily:

"Alas, I was stupid and wanted to talk about kindness with a godlike like you who has been brainwashed by the church?

"Shut up! You will pay the price for your slanderous words."

Hearing Sangers's words, Caspachi exploded like a lion with its tail stepped on.

But Sangers, who fell to the ground, was not disturbed by the stuck Path, and he still muttered something to himself freely:

"I've paid too much, I've despised the enemy, I've lost everything, I have nothing left to pay, the end of this country I've started is doomed, what else is there to pay for me as a bad old man"?

Sanger's muttering was indistinct and hoarse, and a dazed Casper next to him couldn't hear what his opponent was saying. However, he didn't care what Sanger said before he died, this time he resolutely promoted to the master level and immediately came to fight with Sanger for only one purpose - that is, to kill Sanger, whether he can survive or not, the Dawn Church will occupy the entire Dylan Kingdom will be a foregone conclusion.

Seeing that Casperch had "rubbed" against him step by step, Sangers slowly turned his skull, which was already charred to the bones, and looked at Casparchi's only remaining eye with his mental power.

"Hehehe......... A spark can also start a prairie fire, and death is not the beginning of a new life............ I'm ready for it...... Hehe......"!

"Nonsense, I condemn you in the name of the Great Lord of the Dawn!

Caspaci only vaguely saw Sanger's throat trembling, and he immediately thought that it was the other party still cursing and invecting, and he raised his short staff high under the name of the Lord of Dawn and aimed it at Sanger's head.

"Hey...... Lord of the Dawn...... Hey, hey, hey, the so-called god stick is really the most clever liar, you not only deceived others, but even deceived yourself, now ............ Old man...... It's time for you to sober up...... Hey, hey, hey"!

Looking at Kaspachi, shrouded in the sun's rays, a smile erupted into the corners of Sanger's charred lips, and he burst out with his right hand, which had only two fingers left, and tore his chest with the last bit of force.

The hot flesh didn't shed much blood, and half of Sanger's ribs were ripped off by himself in one go.

I saw that the old man's body not only did not have a heart or lung lobes, but also no other internal organs, and there was only a crystal ball floating in the blood-red chest.

The next moment after the old man opened his chest, the originally lifeless crystal ball instantly burned like a lit magnesium bar, and violent energy fluctuations began to erupt like a volcano.

In the glow of the flames, Sanger let out a final sigh that seemed to come from his soul.

"Alas, now......... I've done my best, but it's a pity, it's a pity, it's .........!"