"Kill!"

Naturally, Ayton and Cranvo immediately adjusted their positions and attacked again - but the outcome was the same, Ayton's warhammer was easily dodged and smashed into the hard rocky ground, splashing a lot of rubble, while Cranvo's longsword was easily pinched in the hand of the young monk in front of him - even though Cranvo blushed and exhausted all his strength, the longsword still seemed to be welded to the young monk's steel-like palm, and it didn't move!

"Command!"

"Missile Storm!"

By the time Cranvo and Ayton's second attack failed again, Midnight and Caitland's mages had already completed - dozens of arcane missiles swept gracefully across the Dark Cleric, while Midnight's Command attempted to disturb the Dark Cleric's nerves, causing him to obey his orders and pause in place.

However, to everyone's stunned moments, the young monk smiled and took all the arcane missiles with his body, only to tear his clothes and not take any damage!

"Impossible!

Transcendental, the legendary monk's unique passive skill makes the monk immune to mind control and makes the body resistant to both spell and magic damage - this is the nemesis of command and missile storm - command has no effect, and the arcane missile is too small to damage the monk at all.

"You're courageous, but that's not a reason for you to stand up to me!"

One holding Shirek's dagger and the other holding Cranvo's sword, the young monk's body floated, and then a dark red curtain of light emerged from his body, enveloping all the members of the rescue team - and when their eyes gradually became clear, they saw a dark and dry earth in front of them, and countless emaciated humans wailed and writhed on the ground, working and being whipped.

And where the young monk was originally located, a throne divided into three layers more than ten meters high towered, the first layer was countless wailing and carrying the throne of the prayers, the second layer was the floor where thousands of skulls were piled up, and the third layer was the throne - at this moment, the young monk was sitting upright on the throne, supporting his cheek with his right fist with iron gloves, looking at the rescue team under the throne.

"I am the god of tyranny, are you ready for death?"

"Bane, the god of tyranny!"

"Impossible, the gods are sitting in the kingdom of God, and they are here?"

As the youngest priest in Shine, Ayton immediately realized that it was Bane himself sitting on the throne in front of him—although he had never seen the true form of the god of tyranny, the voice from the depths of his heart and the scene in front of him showed that the young monk's self-introduction was true.

"Shini's priest?"

"He still seems to be a devout believer. ”

"Haven't you been able to sense her presence for a while, and you can't get the magic anymore?"

Ayton's eyes immediately shrank—no such secret had been leaked except for the members of the temple—but another god in front of him, a god of the evil camp and a hostile relationship, spoke the secret of his heart.

However, Bane's next words also explained to Ayton why things happened.

"You don't speak, it seems that I am right!"

"In fact, not only your gods, but all the gods have lost contact with the believers - except for the racial gods of other races. ”

"Because they are all like me now, in the mundane at the moment. ”

The corners of Bane's mouth curled up slightly as he looked at the priest in the squad in front of him being told the truth—this was comparable to the pleasure of enforcing the law and bringing criminals to justice, he enjoyed it, and then looked down at the people in front of him and spoke again.

"Surrender to me, believe in me, become my believer, this is your only chance to live. ”

It was almost commanding, but not obtrusive - as a powerful deity, he had ample qualifications.

Silence shifts in the rescue team - if there is a legend in front of them, the rescue team still has a chance to fight, but at this moment in front of him is the god of tyranny, if not the body, but also an incarnation - that is a part of the gods using divine power and divinity, although separated from the body, but sharing a consciousness - definitely not a small rescue team can contend with.

It's just that neither Ayton nor anyone else thought that this was actually Bane's essence, the mortal sage form banished by His High Majesty.

However, when everyone's eyes met, the wills were surprisingly unanimous, and Cranvo and Ayton raised their weapons, Midnight and Caitland Wood goldened their staffs, and Ciric disappeared into the shadows.

"It seems that you do not want to choose to surrender. ”

"Then go and die!"

Talking too much will not only reveal the news, but also lead to death—so after a few simple words, Bene's emerald eyes suddenly reveal his emblem—and then his body doesn't move, but his right arm disappears!

Immediately, Kranwo, who was standing at the front, felt that his body was like a heavy blow, and he half-knelt down with his big sword, and a mouthful of bright red blood was sprinkled on the black ground!

In Ayton's eyes, he saw a huge iron fist slam into Cranvo's abdomen, causing Cranvo to fall - as the iron fist appeared in front of Ayton - he only had time to block the warhammer in front of him, and a strong force smashed on the warhammer, and the huge concussion made Ayton spit out a mouthful of blood, and then flew up.

As a result, it was only midnight - Ciric had already lurked in the shadows looking for an opportunity, and Caitland had not been in Bane's realm since the beginning, no one knew where he was, and no one had time to care for the time being.

"Now it's just you and the other little mouse!"

Slowly stepping down from the throne, Bane came to the front of the property - under the pressure of the gods, the mage who had not stepped into the legend was powerless to resist - Midnight's spellbook and staff fell to the black earth, and then Bane's palm gently pinched Midnight's cheeks.

Then he felt a breeze waft through his ribs - apparently another little mouse hiding in the shadows had struck.

Still, what a stupidity, can mundane weapons hurt gods?

Feeling the breeze behind him, Bane smiled sarcastically again.

"Whew!"

It's a pity that Bane saw the beginning, but didn't guess the result—a dagger in the form of a black humanoid plunged briskly into Bane's body, and with the slight agitation of Ciric, flooding with golden divine blood—the weapon that the god of thieves had turned into to avoid falling mortals was now becoming a tool for killing gods, greedily sucking the blood of the gods, and longing for more.