"Don't you dare, aren't you afraid of the temple's pursuit?!"

Murdil was furious at his attack, shouted, and also fought back, countless death qi condensed into a sky-opening giant scythe, with a terrifying death power ring slashed out, slashing through the surrounding shadow giant palm, but the giant palm is endless, and it is not endless at all, but the god-given blade condensed by his divine magic continues to consume.

This once again made him realize the difference in strength between the two sides, and he tried his best, but he couldn't resist the opponent's random shot.

However, he did not give up, as a strong man who has lived for hundreds of years, he still has a few hole cards, so he can't turn defeat into victory, and there is still a lot of certainty of escaping.

"Do you think you're going to be able to eat me, even if you're at the top? Don't forget, this is a world under the control of the gods!"

The High Priest roared and spread his five fingers, raised them above his head, and uttered a strange and solemn whisper in his mouth.

"In the name of my god, step on the boundary between life and death, come back through the mists of time, and chase the eternal knights!

As he chants in a hurry, the originally boundless dark sky suddenly mixed with a layer of gray color, and several extremely black pillars of light fell straight down despite the obstacles of the realm, protecting Murdir's thin body.

Each pillar of black light exuded a terrifying sense of oppression, and even the endless shadow hands were constantly dispersed by the invisible force that swung out of it, making it difficult to get close for a while, and if you looked closely, you could faintly see that a vague outline was taking shape in each pillar of light.

Albert's eyes were calm, but he had already seen the other party's trick - this was a kind of summoning magic and praying for a kind of divine magic (invoking divine magic: the main power is the power borrowed from praying to the gods temporarily, rather than the type of divine magic that he has mastered and can be performed with the power of faith in his own body).

He didn't think it was strange, after all, he was one of the managing gods of this plane, in any plane, the divine system under the management gods was undoubtedly strong in terms of power and authority, even if it was the realm of an extraordinary peak mage, there was no way to isolate the connection between the absolute side and the gods, unless he became a legendary mage, and his own domain evolved into an independent small world, so that he could completely isolate all prayer-like divine arts, and suppress the strength of the divine arts professional to the most real or even low level- Of course, if it is really a legendary mage, then there are not many clerics who are qualified to match it.

"Divine summoning units like the People of the Kingdom of God and the Chosen Warriors? No, it's not so much the warriors of the gods······ It's more like a group of evil spirits who have been imprisoned for thousands of years. ”

The black pillar of light faded, and the humanoid demons, which were either ferocious, terrifying, or even twisted, waved the bloodstained strange weapons in their hands, and walked towards this side step by step while smashing the palms of the approaching shadows.

None of them were huge, burly or tall and thin, but they were all shaped like wilts, and their black-gray skin was full of wrinkles, like a moving dried corpse, but their bodies were more or less distorted and redundant ugly limbs, not very powerful, only terrifying and disgusting, it can be said that in addition to the hideous armor of different styles but all torn, they did look more like demons than warriors like gods.

"I have to say, your gods, the taste is really unique. ”

It may be that the image of these guys is too heavy-mouthed, and even Albert can't help but casually ridicule.

As the name suggests, the chosen warrior is a warrior selected by the gods from their own believers, and the chosen believers will accept the divine power of the gods after death, obtain a divine body, and become a special kind of undead, whose lifespan coexists with their own gods, they have great power, but they cannot survive for a long time in this world, they can only live in the kingdom of God, obey the drive of the gods, and will accept the prayers issued by the shepherds of the gods to descend to the present world, which is an essential summoning unit in most divine systems, similar to the heroic spirits in Norse mythology。

Each god basically has its own god-chosen warriors, and there are definitely a lot of them, and they are the gods' right-hand men for the development of forces in the lower realm, because of their special status, they often represent the image of the gods in the mortal world, so most of the time the gods will only choose good enough believers to become their own warriors, and it is impossible to fill the numbers indiscriminately.

Saints and popes of all ages generally become Chosen Warriors after their deaths, followed by heroes who have made great contributions or sacrifices to the gods or the world, and most importantly, believers who have made great names during their lifetimes.

Even if it is the gods on the side of the dark gods, the Chosen ones under their banner are not too ugly, even if there are really individuals with strange images, they will inevitably have their own unique temperament, but these ······ This can no longer be said to be ugly, it can be said to be disgusting, distorted, ugly and without beauty, there is not much left of even basic sanity, and the momentum on the body can not find any positive adjectives other than "evil".

Is such a thing worthy to be called a warrior of God?

How can such things spread the glory and greatness of God, in addition to being scary when they are taken out, they are only left with the basic role of fighting tools.

Even if the priesthood is death, even if you can gain some faith from the fear of the people, you must abandon the most basic majesty of the gods for the sake of this······ To be honest, in Albert's opinion, the Grim Reaper of this plane is really a little too unstylish.

"Obviously an orthodox god recognized by the Holy Mountain, one of the managers of a plane, but he ended up like those evil gods who did not enter the stream······

Albert shook his head and sighed a few words, and then his tone began to become cold: "Such an existence is not worth wasting time. ”

As if hearing Albert's blasphemous words, the zombie-like Grim Reaper warriors let out a fierce and sharp howl, ignoring the surging shadow palms, brandishing all kinds of vicious weapons in their hands, and forcibly charging towards Albert's location.

Albert didn't move, and his attention was only on the High Priest of Merdir, who was bent on fleeing—since the summoning of this group of Grim Reaper's warriors, the disgraced and disgraced High Priest had already used their cover to stealth, teleport, and flee away to the edge of the realm with a puff of smoke.

Huge black shadows had already swept past Albert's side one after another, rushing forward at a great speed - they were the Shadow Summoning Beasts that had already eliminated the Bone Giants and had long been idle.

I have to say that Murdil's ability to hide and escape is indeed very set, and when he first spoke, he was actually looking for weaknesses in the field, and he was almost getting out at the moment, but unfortunately, he still couldn't escape Albert's eyes - if he could find it once, he could find him a second time.

Albert's eyebrows squinted slightly, he had already caught the traces of the other party, and a terrifying wave of energy suddenly erupted from his body—it was the first time that Laces had seen him use such a powerful spell preparation.

A miniature black hole came out of nothing, held in the palm of Albert's hand, but the understatement made the space tremble, the elements disappeared in an instant, and even a glance made the soul feel like the soul was about to be sucked away.

Such a terrifying thing, Albert threw it out like a stone, and Latis saw that his eyelids jumped, but the black hole-like energy ball did not hit the ground, and a pitch-black crack suddenly tore in the air, just allowing it to fall into it and disappear.

"Go home. ”

After doing all this, Albert clapped his hands and directly put away the realm, and the dark world changed back to its original scenery in a flash, which was really fast and faster, and it can be seen from this how skilled Albert is in the use of the realm.

Latis glanced at the Reaper warrior who was gradually beaten into black particles and drifted away under the siege of the summoned beasts, and couldn't help but blink his eyes and asked, "Is this the end?

Just now, he said coldly that he was going to arrest people, why did everyone run away in the end, and you threw a black one and it was over?

Albert glanced at him and turned away calmly.

"The people I'm going to arrest can't run. ”

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