In a plain, Bill looked at Artis in front of him, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the tribes here are different from those tribes to which the church belongs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Because of the long-term infestation of the southern city-states, as well as the perennial suppression of riots, robbers and wild tribes, the tribes here attach great importance to power. ”

"Although they are also very religious in their faith, they are very aggressive and respect only those who are sacrificial and powerful, so it will be difficult to gain their approval. ”

Saying this, he knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty doesn't have to go in, not far in front of these tribes, the members of the church are already waiting for Your Majesty to come in front, as long as the Pope comes, these tribes will naturally give in." ”

However, Artis only smiled at his persuasion.

He looked at the camp in front of him, and there was a cold color in his eyes: "No need, since the master here is already ready in front, it would be too rude not to go to the banquet." ”

Seeing this, Bill opened his mouth, stopped talking, looked at Artis in front of him, and finally did not continue to persuade.

After a while, in front of the main camp, Artis was looking ahead.

In front of them, samurai warriors were standing in majestic armor, wearing mighty armor.

In the faint sense, a little sound of sword friction came from a distance, and with the atmosphere in front of him, it looked a little scary.

"Do you want to set up a Hongmen banquet and give me a dismount?"

Artis looked at this scene in front of him and sneered in his heart.

This scene may be terrifying to ordinary people.

But for the gods, how can they be afraid, and even the other party is their own believers.

However, in the distance, seeing this scene, Bill couldn't help but feel a little bad about the current situation.

Perhaps the people of these tribes still have doubts, but as a subordinate who has been with Artis for a long time, he deeply understands that the majestic power that Artis has faintly possessed, and there is no other possibility except for the incarnation of the god of nature.

If something bad happens, no matter what the outcome is, it won't be what they want.

Wanting this, he hurriedly said to a priest beside him: "You go and inform our people, let them bring people over to greet them immediately, and don't let these people collide with Your Majesty!"

At this time, there were also several people in the camp who were discussing this violently.

"Father, wouldn't it be bad for us to do this. Below a majestic man, a young man looked at him and said with some hesitation.

"In case the other party is really the incarnation of my god..."

"If it is really my god, with the divine power of my god, then this place must not be stopped. ”

The middle-aged man said loudly, with a strong evil aura and divine power on his body: "The majesty of my god is unstoppable, how can I be trapped by this obstacle!"

He had a strong aura of evil and blood on his body, and even the natural divine power on his body could faintly be seen to be a little violent, standing here and roaring at this time, immediately shocking several people in front of him.

Seeing this, they didn't dare to say any more, but just looked at the man in front of them, with anxiety and worry in their eyes, and silently retreated.

"Atwood, what are we going to do?"

After coming out, the young man from before looked at an attendant beside him with an anxious face and said, with a thick panic in his tone: "With my father's temper, once a decision is made, it can no longer be reversed, even if His Excellency the Pope arrives here at this moment, he will be expelled!"

Beside him, an attendant always followed behind him, his figure looked a little thin, and there were faint two kinds of power on his body, fighting spirit and divine power, which were very rare in this northern land.

He was thin, but he was heroic, and although he was just a squire, wearing an ordinary leather robe, he could still see a slight demeanor.

"My lord, until now, only a few elders of the clan have come forward together to stop the patriarch. ”

He stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Elder, Elder..." the young man muttered to himself, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes: "Yes, the Great Elder is the elder of the clan, as long as the Great Elder comes forward, even if my father is unwilling, he can only stop." ”

With this in mind, he no longer hesitated, and walked into the distance with a few attendants beside him.

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On the other side, Artis looked at the formation in front of him, speechless in his heart, and just stepped forward silently.

He walked silently on the clean carpeted ground, with mighty warriors standing beside him.

As he went, there seemed to be something touched, and countless eyes were fixed on him at the same time, although there was no murderous and malicious intent, but the sense of prestige and persecution hidden in that eye was still enough to make people tremble.

All eyes on you.

Alone, standing under countless such gazes, even a powerful knight who kills like a hemp, or an emperor who is angry and ambushes millions of corpses, will feel uncomfortable and a little uncomfortable.

For Artis, however, this was little more than a little foreplay.

After all, what can the so-called deterrence of mortals be to the gods?

He looked ahead, Junxiu's face expressionless, thinking.

With his performance, faintly, there seemed to be a little bit of admiration and recognition coming from the originally sharp gaze.

It's just not over yet.

Under the induction of Artis, in this small world, a sudden change occurred.

The countless natural elements that were originally active around rioted one after another, as if they had been pulled by something, and were gradually attracted by a little natural divine power, and faintly condensed into a divine domain.

This divine realm is different from the usual, with a little bit of rage and ferocity, as if with the wrath of nature, with a powerful majesty, to suppress something.

In the perspective of ordinary people, a strong wind surged above the originally calm earth, the grass was blown down, and in the sky, a little fire element was also condensed, and a little spark faintly flashed.

Above the heads of many samurai, a light of faith flickered, converging into the distance with a slight vibration, and this was the center of communication between the world and the world.

This kind of scene is really terrifying, in the distance, Bill only felt his body sink violently, and was far affected by the condensed field in front of him, and a great repulsive force overwhelmed his body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

This is the condensation of thousands of people, the light of faith of thousands of people gathered in one person, and the power drawn by it is really terrifying.

After all, this is their home field, and the divine domain of the god of nature has been purified and nourished here for decades, almost turning this place into an earthly divine kingdom, and as the sacrifice of the god of nature, the power that nature can pull has also been greatly enhanced.

For a time, a strong wind rose between heaven and earth, sweeping through heaven and earth, obscuring everyone's vision for a while.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of Bill and the other sacrifices couldn't help but sink slightly.

It seemed like a moment had passed, and it seemed like a long time had passed, and just when they couldn't help but rush up to stop it, a little light suddenly lit up.

Then, in the shocked eyes of countless people, the wind suddenly disappeared, and in the same place, a round of the sun gradually rose, and between the spread of light, the incomparably terrifying divine power spread out, suppressing all abnormal movements, shocking the spot.