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In the midst of the calm, Artis stood up and silently looked up into the distance.

At this time, with the thirty years of recuperation, as well as the ensuing population multiplication and the popularization of vindictive spirit, the power of the world has gradually recovered.

After all, the power of the world is closely related to the living beings in the world, and the reproduction and strength of the inner living beings can naturally drive the strength of the world and continuously increase the bottom of the world.

And even with it, in Artis's body, a source force that was several times larger than before surrounded his body, and was absorbed by him all the time.

"Originally, according to my senses, with the governance over the years and the recovery of the power of the world itself, it will be at least ten years before the demon tide comes. ”

"But now, it's ahead of schedule. ”

He muttered, sensing a strange aura in the world that began to diffuse, and the original blockade was completely broken.

"Is it caused by the Demon God?" he thought to himself.

At this time, outside the hall, two figures gradually walked in.

It was a thin, handsome young man, who looked somewhat similar to Artis, with a little blood-colored divine pattern on his forehead, and a pair of golden eyes faintly showing blood, and a divine power was permeating.

"Father, has the demon tide broken out again?" he came to Artis, looking at him with some curiosity.

"Olaris, you're here?" Artis replied with a smile on his face as he saw the young man.

From his field of vision, he could clearly see the pervasive killing power that shrouded the young man, and there was also a little bit of killing divinity inherited from him.

"I want to go to the battlefield and see. Olaris looked at Chen Ming in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then pleaded.

Hearing him say this, Artis sighed faintly, but did not object.

From the young man's eyes, he could see that longing, and that deep traction.

That is the power of the world, as the son of the killing god who inherits his killing divinity, Olaris can also be said to have been born in response to the order, and has a natural affinity for the battlefield.

"If you have inherited the divinity of killing, how can you not go to the battlefield? ”

The thought flashed through Artis's mind, then he looked at him and smiled slightly, "Come with me." ”

He walked to another place, and pulled out a pitch-black sword from a dusty arsenal.

Olaris, for some reason, when he saw this long sword, a faint sense of intimacy rose in his heart, attracting him.

Artis handed the sword to him, and suddenly, a change began to occur on the pitch-black sword, which faded from its original brilliance and slowly turned crimson.

"What is this?" Olaris, stunned, a little overwhelmed.

"Looks like you're a good match for this sword. In front, Artis couldn't help but smile when he saw him like this.

"This sword, named Chrisya. ”

Eularis looked up, "It seems to be a human name." ”

"A former knight's name. Artis shook his head: "From now on, this sword will be your sword." ”

He stroked the sword and smiled at the boy.

Seeing Artis like this, Olaris, thoughtfully, took the long sword.

・・・

In the same month, with the order of Artis, countless armies were mobilized within the scope of the Artisian Empire.

After a lot of time accumulation, the military strength of the Ardis Empire has been greatly increased at this time, although the number of formal legions is limited due to the high requirements for soldiers, but the reserve legions in those places are absolutely sufficient. At this time, they were all requisitioned under the order of Artis, and they were heading towards various demon tide areas according to the plan.

Artis himself, on the other hand, led several elite troops originally stationed near the imperial capital towards the border of the Northern Regions, which was relatively close.

Because of the preparations made in advance, this large-scale expedition did not have much impact on the life of the country, and although the prices of some necessary materials such as grain have risen, they are still within the scope of regulation and control, and have not caused much trouble.

Under these circumstances, Artis was able to deal with the exotic tide with all his might.

After that, within half a year, the demonic tide in the borders of various places was everywhere, and it seemed that the demonic energy that had been suppressed for countless years had all burst out at once, and the scale was unprecedented.

And under such a huge scale, there are not a few third-level demonic beasts, and even the natural calamity-level demonic beasts that were originally hidden are rushing out like crazy at this time, although there are not many of them, but they are the most powerful damage.

After all, this is a world where extraordinary power manifests, and a natural calamity demonic beast, if it does not have the same strength to fight, it is enough to slaughter a principality, and it will not be able to resist ordinary cannon fodder at all.

But fortunately, because of the spread of faith over the years, almost all of the country of Adishua at this time were believers in the gods of nature, and under such a large proportion, the frequency of the appearance of the high priest also increased a lot, and the gathering barely resisted the demon tide.

・・・

Under a wall on the border of the Northern Regions, a young man with golden eyes wields a crimson sword and fights on the battlefield.

"Flesh Slash!"

He stared at a demonic beast in front of him, his eyes shrank, and a powerful combat skill was unleashed, directly splitting the demonic beast that could rival the Earth Knight in half in the next moment.

"Prince Olaris!" Countless people around cheered as they looked at their prince with deep adoration in their eyes.

Sensing this scene, Olaris gasped slightly, and at the same time there was a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was excited, but also kind, as if he was born to be suitable for such a battlefield.

Moreover, he had a faint feeling in his heart. As he fought against the demonic beasts on the battlefield, his strength was also growing rapidly, as if he had absorbed the power of the dead demonic beasts.

If Artis was beside him, he could clearly see that on the ground around him, a little pure killing power began to emerge on the corpse of a demonic beast, as if it had been pulled by something, and it continued to converge into the body of Olaris.

At this time, a frantic roar of a demonic beast sounded in front of him, with a sound of knight's fear.

Hearing this, Olaris frowned, did not hesitate, and strode forward directly, as if he would never be tired, killing on the battlefield.

"It's Prince Eularis. On the other side, many generals looked at Olaris, who was fighting bravely on the battlefield, and couldn't help but look shocked, with sighs: "This kind of bravery and powerful power is worthy of Your Majesty's bloodline." ”

And on the city wall, Ardis, who was originally looking into the distance, was also stunned and looked down.

"Has the divinity of killing begun to awaken?" he muttered.