As the ancestral god was suppressed, his soul body was absorbed by the branches, turning into a bit of pure origin to nourish the branches, making it look more and more verdant, as if it had just been taken out of the subject. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a branch of Artis itself, which was given to Pope Granma decades ago and became a sacred relic of the Church, and was invited out at this crucial point.

And with the passing of the ancestral god, in the distance, Artis, who was commanding the battle in the army, was slightly stunned.

Under his induction, at this time, the source power that was originally entangled all the time around suddenly moved, and a little bit of source power with bloody killing intent filled the surroundings.

He looked in front of him, and the golden eyes in his eyes were slightly condensed.

I saw that on the battlefield, killing was everywhere, and a little bit of blood was flying, as if there was a blood rain.

And under the transcendent perspective of the gods, as the warriors fought bravely, the surrounding heaven and earth were constantly affected by it, and a little bit of killing source power filled it.

In this environment, Artis only felt that a blood-red divinity in the darkness suddenly condensed and formed, and at a speed that amazed him, it was absorbing the killing source power that was full of him and growing rapidly.

"This feeling, killing..." Artis muttered, sensing the faint fluctuations in the true spirit, a blood-red divinity trembled slightly, a little familiar.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the faintly similar throbbing sensation when the natural priesthood was condensed.

He looked up at the sky, only to see that in the distance, a powerful qi with a thick bloody resentment had been completely broken at this time, and above his head, a bit of black qi was gradually rising.

This is calamity, it is also cause and effect, and it represents a sin. Although it is still very light at this time, it will get deeper and deeper as Artis sweeps through the world, and more evil is created.

But after this cause and effect, a star was faintly twinkling, and a little destiny seemed deeper and deeper.

Seeing this scene, a flash of realization flashed in Artis's heart.

"Yes, the priesthood is a person condensed by the gods themselves in response to heaven and earth, and it is not only a person in itself, but also represents a mission and duty. ”

He thought of the faint echo of the world when he condensed the priesthood of nature, and his heart was clear.

"The person of nature, to a certain extent, actually represents the maintenance of the world order. ”

"This world, in essence, has been completely decayed, and after it is on the verge of ruin, it is natural to look forward to salvation, which is why I can so easily condense the natural priesthood by virtue of the essence of the gods. Because this represents the expectation of the world's consciousness, it is natural to receive the blessings of the world. ”

"If it were in an intact world, I would not have been able to condense the priesthood of nature at that time. ”

"And this time my reincarnation, in essence, is actually just to overturn and start over, to drive out all the decay in the world, and to redeem it. Of course, this is also in line with the general trend of the world, and naturally it can also be blessed by the world consciousness, and even condense the personality. ”

"If it is replaced by a Xianxia novel in the previous life, this is a killing and robbery, driving away chaos, and renewing the world, and naturally has the power of the world. ”

He thought so in his heart, and the golden touch in his eyes became more and more obvious as his thoughts became more and more obvious, and he looked very majestic.

And at this time, below, the battle is gradually over.

A figure stepped forward and knelt down in front of Artis.

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince of Brooke has been killed by me!" said the man, in a calm voice with scars on his body.

As the voice fell, he raised his head violently, and a head was lifted by him, which was terrifying.

It was the head of the eldest prince, and it looked hideous and terrifying, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, as if he didn't expect to die like this.

"Cockus, well done. Artis nodded, with a hint of appreciation on his otherwise calm face, then looked at him and said, "What about the rest?"

"The former knight chief of the Duchy of Brooke, Corris, is still stubbornly resisting in front, and at this time he has been besieged by your lords, and the other knights are also held back by our sacrifice and surrounded by the army. Looking at Artis, Kerkus said without hesitation.

"As for the second prince and the others, they are besieged in the inner city at the moment, and they have been surrounded!"

As his words fell, above his head, a huge light of faith vibrated slightly, and a divine power that was on the verge of a third-level high priest gradually spread out.

Seeing this, Artis couldn't help but admire it in his eyes, and said, "Come forward with me!"

Arriving at the front, in a military formation, one by one the knights struggled to resist in it, and bursts of fighting spirit and divine power fluctuated from time to time, beating the field to pieces.

At this time, it was still in the city, and it was the opponent's home field, so one by one the knights relied on the familiar terrain and fought with people in the streets, which caused heavy losses to Artis's men for a while.

Seeing this, Artis couldn't help frowning, and then looked straight ahead.

There, a knight in armor with a resolute face was rampaging in all directions, and under the swing of the giant sword in his hand, one life after another was plundered.

And beside him, several yellow-robed sacrifices were restraining him, so that he could not get out of trouble.

"Bazel!" he shouted, looking at him.

"Take the head of the other prince's head to persuade him to surrender, and if he refuses, he will immediately be strangled with a bow and crossbow. ”

With the order, Bazel took the hands of the eldest prince to persuade him to surrender, which immediately made a large group of knights stunned and a little incredulous.

However, after seeing this head, although a large number of people chose to surrender on the spot, there were also many people who became even more crazy because of this, as if they wanted to avenge their prince.

However, for these people, Bazel, who had been instructed by Artis, did not hesitate, and after an order, countless bows and crossbows were fired in unison, carrying countless arrows that shimmered with divine brilliance and flew forward, plundering a piece of life.

Seeing this, some people hurriedly ran to deeper alleys and other places where the bow and crossbow were not easy to use, and then continued the street battle with Artis.

As an individual gradually fled or surrendered, the number of people present gradually thinned, and in the end, only a few knights such as Corris remained.

"Surrender or not!"

"Surrender or not!"

A loud roar spread all around, and with a soft thud, the greatsword in Corris's hand was snatched by a priest, and then several swords pointed at him, and the slightest movement of his movement would have killed him instantly.

Seeing him like this, Artisse immediately stepped forward and looked at him gently.

"What a young lord!" Corris was shocked and a little incredulous when he saw Artis.

But then, Artis lowered his head and looked at Coris below, and his golden eyes reflected a hint of coldness: "Surrender or not!"

With his inquiry, in an instant, a killing divine power of millions of corpses and a river of blood flowed out, hitting Corris's heart fiercely, making his heart tremble, as if he felt the most extreme fear.

"I, I, willing..." Eventually, under the gaze of everyone around him, he lowered his head, his pale face bloodless, and said so.

With the surrender of Corris, all of a sudden, the city's efforts to persuade him to surrender took another step forward.

Coris was originally the chief knight of the royal family of Duke Brooke, who had been in the army for more than ten years, and his prestige was even higher than that of the original prince.

Eventually, after a day, the chaos in the city gradually subsided. Under the ferocious suppression of Artis, some ruffians and hooligans in the city who took advantage of the chaos were all suppressed. Only a few knights who had not yet surrendered were still resisting in their hiding places, powerless under the sacrifices of the gods of nature and the search of believers in the city.

In a few days, after Artis had cleared the city completely, Krkus was once again on the path of the palace.