"High priest?"

On a platform, the king looked at the old man wearing a blue and gold sacrificial robe below, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Among Cecil, because of his proximity to the northern tribes, many of the gods of nature appeared in the worship of the gods over the years, and came to the southern lands to preach.

However, in the past, the highest-ranking person he had ever seen was only a yellow-robed sacrifice, how could there be a large number of them like today.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning, and turned slightly sideways to look at the sacrifice in front of him.

In his perception, a huge force lurked on top of the other person's body, and there was some kind of vitality on top of the seemingly old body, which made him tired of it, and he couldn't wait to destroy it.

This is the opposition of essence, nature is a part of the operation of the world order, and it is inherently in conflict with the corrupt and chaotic nature of the extraterritorial demon gods, and when encountered, they will naturally restrain each other, making both sides instinctively disgusted with each other.

On the side, many nobles were shocked when they saw this scene.

At this time, both sides were not hiding it, and the black-clothed guards had blank faces, and the demonic qi with the aura of destruction in the decay was surging wildly, looking at their breaths, it was clear that they were all equivalent to second-level demonic beasts. On the opposite side, the brilliance of the divine power on the bodies of many sacrifices was undisguised, carrying majestic natural elements, turning the surroundings into small natural fields.

The power of the two sides overflowed from their own bodies, colliding violently in the center of the field, and faintly, it seemed as if there were fundamentally different gods facing each other in it.

Feeling this power, the king's crazy face froze slightly, and he looked at Artis below.

Under the light of a natural brilliance, Artis looked handsome, his eyes were as deep as ink, and under the respectful background of a group of sacrifices, it was like a god descending into the world, which was dazzling.

Looking at this wind capital, a trace of disgust flashed in the king's eyes, and under the influence of an increasingly profound demon god phantom above his head, his heart became more and more crazy, and he couldn't help but have a killing intent in his heart.

However, at this time, his face was suddenly stunned, as if he sensed something.

"Did you find it?"

Below, Artis said indifferently.

"What's going on?" puzzled someone in the audience.

However, after a while, a little vibration came from outside the venue, and everyone turned to look.

Through the towering field, everyone clearly saw that in the outside world, the sound of fighting was accompanied by a group of tribal barbarians wearing rattan armor attacking from the periphery.

A sound of fighting accompanied by a vomit-inducing smell of blood came from a distance, and the barbarians collided violently with the king's army that had been besieging the place, and in it, a warrior in armor was particularly visible, and his body shone with a fighting spirit, but it was Nadir.

On the king's side, countless knights galloped among them, and their fighting spirits fluctuated in a row. On the other side, however, the tribal barbarians looked fanatical and fearless of death, defeating them one after another.

"Kill the opposing army!"

"Fight for the gods of nature!

The barbarians shouted the gods of nature, and the light of divine magic shone on them, and every one of them had divine magic.

This is the popularity of the sacrificial system, compared with other systems, the sacrificial system only requires the piety of faith, no matter what qualifications you have, as long as your faith is pure enough, and the worship of the gods is pious enough, you can comprehend the divine arts. There are no other systems that are as demanding as they are.

"You!" Seeing this scene, the king couldn't help but look at Artis: with anger and puzzle in his eyes, he roared loudly: "Why?"

His expression was crazy, his eyes were confused, and even on his body, a little bit of blood slowly diffused out, looking like a demon.

In the audience, many nobles were shocked when they saw this, and looked at the king in front of them, with a deep disbelief in their eyes.

"Is this, demonization? he's been affected by the demonic aura of the abyss!" said an old knight as he looked at the mad king in front of him, with some fear in his eyes.

In the next second, the scene on the field suddenly changed.

As if there was a tacit understanding, several yellow-robed priests and the black-clothed guards on the opposite side pounced at the same time, each finding an opponent, and for a while, the divine and demonic aura on the field splashed everywhere, shattering the originally intact field.

And at the forefront, a blood-black fighting aura suddenly slashed down towards Artis, with a hint of demonic aura.

Click!

There was a loud crashing sound, with a sonorous sound like the collision of gold and iron.

The old man in the blue and gold sacrificial robe came to the front at some point, and a divine emblem on his body emitted a faint light, connecting with the divine power on his body, forming a small enchantment.

He looked up at the king in front of him, his old body was brewing with huge divine power, and there was disgust in his eyes: "You have been polluted by demonic nature!"

As the words fell, a majestic divine power suddenly erupted, and with a wave of his hand, the fire elements that permeated the surroundings gathered one after another, and they were inspired according to the divine imprint in the underworld.

A crimson fireball suddenly formed, faintly black, and rushed forward with an aura of destruction.

On the other side, seeing this fireball, the king instinctively raised the sword in his hand and slashed it down.

Rumble!

A violent explosion rang out, and the fireball exploded and burned all around, and in the midst of this sea of flowers, the king rushed forward with a low roar, faintly showing burns on his body.

So there was another round of outbreaks, and countless fire elements were frantically condensed, and under the call of the high priest, they turned into divine spells to fight against them.

In the end, the high priest looked at the king who was getting closer and closer, his eyes were solemn, and the fire element in his hand turned into a fire sword under the condensation of divine power, fighting it head-on.

After the head-to-head battle, the king's terrifying combat power was fully displayed, and the third-level Sky Knight, whose combat power reached a terrifying point when his body was partially demonized, was particularly obvious after being close to him, and severely suppressed the high priest.

However, despite being severely suppressed, the Great Sacrifice has always been firmly supported, and the brilliance of the divine arts on his body has always shone, and all kinds of divine techniques have emerged in endlessly.

And as time passed, the situation became clearer and clearer to the outside world.

The king's city-state army was routed by the sacrifice of the god of nature, and some of them gradually rushed towards the grounds.

Seeing this, as a frenzied low roar sounded, the king and the priest were violently separated, and his face was extremely gloomy.

At this point, there is no need to continue fighting, the sacrifice on the opposite side is tightly blocking his movements, and as the outside army gradually comes to encircle and suppress, sooner or later he will fall to a defeated end.

He looked down at this scene, his mind became more and more frenzied, his reason gradually faded, and then he took out a small scepter from his bosom.

"Oh no!" shouted from the crowd when they saw this scene. In the midst of the harassment, Ariel yelled, "Stop him!"

"Hahaha! it's late!" On the other side, the king sensed the faint heat of the scepter in his hand, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then laughed.

As he moved, a change began to take place in the darkness.

The scepter as a whole exuded a faint color of blood, as if it was stained with blood, exuding a luster of blood. Then a powerful majesty emanated from it.

This majesty is powerful, with strong blood, spreading into a huge blood-colored field, faintly, you can see countless corpses and bones rising and falling in it, countless crazy curses brewing in it, bearing the resentment of how many people have died, condensing into a terrifying figure.

It was an incomparably majestic king, with a crown on his head, and as soon as he appeared, a mighty majesty permeated the surroundings, turning into a vast field that oppressed everyone.

"This is, Cecil Ancestral God, Sercia!" the nobles in the audience exclaimed, unable to help but kneel under the boundless terrifying majesty, their eyes full of despair.

This is the most fundamental force in this world, and it is also the most powerful support for the king to rule the city-state.

Originally, even if it was a fight between the king and the nobles in the city-state, as long as the ancestral god was not invited, there would still be room for maneuver. But now this situation, when the ancestral god is born, there is no way to reverse it.

Beside Artis, many sacrifices endured the tremendous power that was constantly coming from the front, and they were struggling to support themselves under the power of the realm that had already been condensed, and they could fall at any time.

A muffled snort came from the front, and the high priest looked at the ancestral god in front of him, gritted his teeth and stood upright, and a little crimson blood gradually flowed down his body, staining the original sacrificial robe red.

"My God!" he prayed frantically in his heart, and then looked at Artis, who was still standing beside him, and the divine power in his body was surging wildly, wanting to move forward.

"Don't let the evil god come forward!" he roared in his heart, trying to step forward, but only one step later, he stumbled, and could no longer move forward.

Suddenly, on the field, only Artis was still standing intact.

As if feeling the prayers of the sacrifices present, he couldn't help but sigh, and in the shocked and incredulous eyes of everyone, his face was calm and unaffected, looking at the ancestral god in front of him, and quietly stepped forward.

As he acted, it was as if an existence in the darkness had awakened and fitted with it. A glimmer of starlight gradually emerged, wrapping around his body, setting him off like a god.

The first step out, in the dark, a phantom of the world of mountains and rivers appeared behind him, in it, the grass was green, the trees were green, and the grass and trees were quietly evolving in it.

In the second step, in the mountains and rivers, life gradually appeared, insects, birds and beasts emerged one by one, showing a scene of bloody fighting, or birds and beasts multiplying, and all things contending on the land.

In the third step, the birds and beasts disappeared, and I saw that in the world of mountains and rivers, one by one savage tribes appeared, struggling to survive in nature, and faintly, it seemed that someone was muttering and praying sincerely to a certain existence.

As the scene evolves, countless scenes emerge one by one, and at the end, everything disappears, leaving only the last thing left.

It was an incomparably large shadow of a towering ancient tree, silently emerging behind Artis, every branch, every leaf

There is a huge amount of power hidden above the son, and it exudes a huge brilliance.

Under this radiance, Artis looked up at the front, and a pair of dark pupils turned golden at some point, containing incomparably noble divine power.

"I say, evil will be purified!"

As soon as the words fell, in the dark, a star trembled suddenly, with boundless purple qi and divine power, exuding boundless divine might.

Then, in the darkness, the phantom of an ancient tree shook slightly, and under a branch, a piece of starlight dissipated into a galaxy and suppressed it.

"No!" Feeling this huge power, the ancestral god suddenly turned around, and a realm with boundless blood and black qi suddenly opened, and countless wails faintly came.

However, under the pressure of the galaxy, both the realm and the bones were all wiped out under this boundless power. In the end, after a flash of divine light, the ancestral god was completely defeated.

In place, Artis stood in front of the throne that originally belonged to the king, looking down, and in the eyebrows, a little divinity slowly emerged, as if a god had come into the world.

"My God, are you finally going to wake up?"

Seeing this scene, many sacrifices finally couldn't help but kneel, looking at the incomparably handsome young man in front of them, and a feeling of emotion in their hearts couldn't help but come to their hearts.