Under the plain, two groups of men and horses were constantly fighting, and the two sides were close to each other, and for a while, blood flowed all over the field. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the battle situation is already very clear, one side is in rags, morale is weak, compared with the other side, morale, equipment, numbers, etc. will fall behind, and it will be overwhelmed.

In the middle of the position, Nadir roared angrily, his arm slammed hard, and a giant sword faintly flashed red in his hand, and slashed forward.

"Angry sword slash!" he roared angrily, slashing several of his opponents at once.

At this moment, his body was dripping with blood, all the blood of the enemies he had killed, and drops flowed down his body, staining the earth around him red. He raised his head, looked at the other side, and yelled, "Surrender or kill!"

"Surrender or kill!" resounded in the battlefield, and around, the warriors seemed to be roaring, looking at the enemy opposite, and the aura of iron and blood appeared.

Seeing such a prestige, some people on the other side gritted their teeth and wanted to continue to resist, but more people trembled, and felt a fear hit their hearts, and then as the first person threw down the weapon in his hand, more and more people chose to surrender. Only a few people remained in the same place to resist.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing this, Nadir laughed, and then looked at the recalcitrant people, and rushed forward with a fierce glint in his eyes.

After a while, in front of Artis, a herald stepped forward to deliver a message.

Seeing this, Artis nodded and led several people behind him to observe the field.

At this time, the scene on the ground was terrifying, with corpses and flesh scattered everywhere, combined with a disgusting bloody aura, which was enough to make people tremble.

Artis's face was as usual, and his handsome face remained unchanged at all, but he just stood there quietly, and a deep aura like an abyss followed, which made the people around him who were red-eyed couldn't help but calm down.

"My lord, two hundred and seventy-three people were killed in this battle, nearly two hundred were taken prisoner, and some people escaped halfway through, and it is impossible to count them. In front of Artis, Nadir, covered in blood and with a thick aura, knelt down on one knee and prayed to him.

"Well, don't worry about the escapees, how many have we lost?" asked Artis, looking at Nadir in front of him.

"About 60 people, of whom more than a dozen were killed in the battle and the rest were wounded. Beside him, Nadir held his posture and looked at Artis.

Hearing this, Artis nodded and said, "Pull out a few captives and interrogate them out of their lair." ”

When Nadir answered, he turned his head to the side, and the people behind him were skewed.

It was a number of priests dressed in ordinary sacrificial attire, standing quietly in the back from beginning to end.

Looking at them, Artis looked directly at the first middle-aged man and said, "Bill sacrifices." ”

Hearing Artsis's shout, the middle-aged man looked at Artsis, his face was as usual, but he didn't dare to look up at his face.

In the eyes of these sacrifices, Artis in front of him was filled with a huge divine power like an abyss and a sea, and in his body, an unimaginably vast divine aura was permeating, with a majesty like a god from above, making them fall for it and want to kneel.

Sensing this, Bill's heart sank, and he didn't dare to look directly at Artis's face, for fear that he couldn't help but kneel. At the same time, I couldn't help praying in my heart to make myself better.

With the prayer in his heart, the terrifying coercion that was originally pressing in his heart gradually decreased, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then in his hand, a white light gradually emerged.

Behind him, several old people also sang silently, singing praises, and matched with each other. Then the fluctuations of divine power gradually appeared, and a vast light emerged, with holiness and divinity, faintly forming a divine imprint.

This is a purification technique, and in Chen Ming's division, it belongs to the scope of first-level divine arts, that is to say, each of these several sacrifices is at least a red-robed sacrifice.

As the purification technique gradually lit up, in the eyes of Artis, the faint demonic energy shrouded around was completely purified, and the souls were dyed with white light and returned to their original appearance.

This is the purification technique, which can purify the demonic energy and purify the soul.

Under the effect of this divine art, these souls can be contaminated with a trace of divine power, can resist the demonic energy, and even delay their survival period to a certain extent.

"It's a pity that non-believers don't have my protection, and in the end, they still can't escape the fate of turning into heaven and earth nourishment. Looking at those souls with pure white light, Artis thought faintly

However, in the eyes of the others beside him, nothing had changed on the field, just sensing this purifying light, and feeling a little warmth pouring in on his body.

Seeing this, Artis nodded and asked several priests to go to the other side to heal the wounded, while he was led by several people to the other side.

After he left, behind him, the leader of the Bill sacrifice exhaled, looked at Artis, who had already walked away, and said with some fanaticism: "It is worthy of the reincarnation of my god, even if the soul has not yet awakened and the power is covered, it still has such majesty." ”

"Not bad. Behind him, an old man looked at Artis, with the same fanaticism in his eyes: "Even if the true god is reincarnated, it is still a true god, and it is by no means something that mortals can violate." ”

He looked at the back of Artis feverishly, and above his head, golden luck was permeating, and he was a yellow-robed priest.

On the other side, Artis followed the two captives who had surrendered, looking coldly ahead.

I saw a corpse in front of me, and in the village, a hideous-looking demonic beast had red eyes and gnawed at the corpses on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions couldn't help but change, originally, the iron-blooded aura that had just come out of the fight had not yet dissipated. They stared sharply at Artis, anger and hatred in their eyes.

"Nadir!" he looked calm, unable to see his joy or anger, but shouted faintly.

"Here!" said Nadir awe-inspiringly.

"You take a hundred people and drive these monsters away. Artis said.

Over there, Nadir was instructed to look behind him, and several of the teams of men stepped forward automatically, led by their respective commanders.

Ahead, a group of demonic beasts suddenly raised their heads, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes suddenly looked at Artis and the others in front of them, their mouths opened wide, and the broken human flesh and blood on them were clearly visible.

If a normal army saw this, they would have panicked and even had some riots. But these privates carefully trained by Artis did not have this problem, on the contrary, a bloody spirit of courage permeated them, making them angry and eager to try.

With the roar of the demonic beasts on the opposite side, Nadir led a hundred people to disperse and fight with dozens of demonic beasts, and a stream of black or red blood splashed out in all directions.

"Roar!" One day, the demonic beast suddenly attacked from behind, Artis didn't move, but just backhanded a sword, and a sword mark broke through the air, with a strong sharp artistic conception, cutting it in half.

After a while, the battle was over, and Artis stepped forward, looking at the bloody scene around him, and frowned a little.

In the sky, a faint black evil aura emerged, and the death of a large number of demonic beasts released a large amount of demonic qi, bringing some evil intentions to this area, and it was the land that was stained by the blood of demonic beasts, and it was even more scorched, and it seemed that it could not be used for farming for at least a few years.

And in the wreckage, there is still a little bit of white gas gradually condensed, sparse and sparse, looking very loose.

It dawned on him that there were still some survivors, so he ordered a search around.

After a while, a herald stepped forward: "My lord, there are still some survivors in the underground warehouse, mostly women and children. ”

Seeing this, Artis nodded: "Bring them up and settle them on the other side, and prepare for the next transfer." ”

At this time, Nadir walked up covered in blood, looked at Artis, and sighed a little on his fierce face: "My lord, there are too many demonic beasts recently, in just a few months, more than I have seen in my past life." ”

In this regard, Artis was silent.

As a god, he had already discovered the recent anomaly, and in the past few decades, the concentration of demonic energy that permeated the surrounding area had risen too quickly, and now, it was even more crazy. Ten years ago, although the demonic beast was extremely harmful, it was still relatively safe for the city-state principality, but with the madness of the last few years, even the city-state has been infected by the demonic energy.

Through the person of some of the children of the world, he clearly saw that the power of the world around him, which had been silent, had begun to boil and awaken in the last few years. It was as if something terrifying could not be suppressed, and it was on the verge of exploding.

And at the same time as these phenomena, the power of the world's origin leaning towards him became stronger and stronger.

These phenomena all show that the world is beginning to be unable to suppress it. Artis sighed.

It is only at the moment of real crisis that the World Origin will be so crazy, desperately squandering its own Origin in order to give birth to a true World Child.

"The next thing is the game. ”

Artis looked at the distant sky, where a dozen stars twinkled, and on it, a little bit of source power slowly drooped.