"Varys, Lord of War."

Joe's voice was a little excited, a little trembling.

The guy behind the void, the guy with a spear in hand and a strange mount in his crotch, before he actually returned to Medland, Joe could already feel his blood boiling, his soul shrinking and expanding wildly.

Varys, Lord of War.

The person who saw this guy's figure instantly came up with his name in his mind.

According to the records of the Church's secret texts, this guy was one of the most powerful main gods in all of Metland in the primeval period, for a long time.

Any living being, especially an intelligent being, as long as it is still breathing, will inevitably break out into conflict over various resources such as territory, food, and the opposite sex. After the most basic needs for survival have been solved, they will start a larger war for power, wealth, honor, and so on.

Therefore, war has always been an inevitable and universal behavior of intelligent beings.

Vares, the Lord of War, who believes in the Other, can naturally be invincible in war...... Therefore, the War Church naturally became the most powerful church in the past long time, and the name of Varest once resounded in Medland.

This guy, and his followers, are all complete war freaks.

They will use all kinds of means to provoke wars, expand wars, and do their best to make wars continue and prolong.

Mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, the lives are devastated, and the people are not happy...... Therefore, Varess has a good relationship with Des, the Lord of Death. Although in myths and legends, Varest belongs to the camp of justice, in reality, his actions are not much better than those evil gods and evil gods.

With a piercing cracking sound, the void exploded.

Dressed in white armor and armed with a black spear, and riding a fat and sturdy blood-colored boar with six bloody fangs, Vares, roared and rushed back to Medland.

This guy was a thousand feet tall, and as soon as he returned, the spear in his hand tore through the void.

The Dirac Sea tumbled and swirled, appearing in front of the eyes of countless people.

The four cardinal elements poured into Vares's body in a four-colored torrent, and a cloud of blood-colored fury emerged from his spear.

"War, war, war." Beside Vares, four knights dressed in blood-colored California appeared out of thin air.

Dressed in four-colored armor and riding four-colored horses, they held horns in their hands, and after roaring loudly, they raised their horns and blew a high-pitched military trumpet that reached into the sky.

Then, the four-colored knight galloped in four directions, south, east, west, and north.

Everywhere they passed, the intent to fight condensed in the void, and the mad desire to kill rose in the hearts of all people.

A blood-colored battle flag appeared on the ground out of thin air, the flagpole with a height of 100 feet was completely condensed by blood qi, and the huge blood-colored flag flew fiercely in the wind, making a dull loud noise.

Above the battle flag, blood-colored auras flickered several miles in diameter.

As long as anyone stands in this aura, he can use inexhaustible strength and energy, unless the body drains the last drop of blood, unless the heart is broken, unless the head is cut off, otherwise under this blood-colored aura, a warrior can fight forever!

In this aura, even the most cowardly cowards will have an endless fighting spirit.

Standing in this aura, the weakest teenager dared to hold bricks in his hand and charge like a group of heavily armored knights!

War is coming!

Are all living beings ready to die?

In the mountains of the West, in the extreme remoteness, Des's wild laughter could be heard far away.

"War and death, a good pair." Des smiled triumphantly, and Vares returned to Medland, where he had a helper. The creatures of Medland will die more and faster!

It's so much fun.

"War is meaningless......" A soft, unhurried voice came from behind the twisted void.

Joe and the others looked at the figure that was still stuck behind the void at the same time.

A name pops into everyone's mind.

Pierce, Lord of Peace.

Ha, another pair of sworn enemies......

Pierce, the Lord of Peace, has a lot of authority in myths and legends, but his main priesthood is peace and protection.

He was born to be Vares's nemesis, just as Bernlia, the Lord of Fertility, and Des, the Lord of Death.

Peirce and his followers firmly believe that only peace is eternal.

Therefore, they can do whatever it takes for peace to emerge – including taking the initiative to start a war and forcing you to accept their view of peace.

In the history of Metland, the Peace Church has initiated no fewer wars than the wars that have erupted in the conspiracy of the War Church.

Any country, any force, as long as they have signs of friction and conflict with each other, they are likely to be hit by the Peace Church like a storm, until both sides are dying, and there is no longer the strength to break out into war, and the Peace Church will gladly stop!

It is logical that the Church of Peace and the Church of War fall in love with each other and kill each other, and they are incompatible with each other.

"Hell!" A high priest of the Silver Cinnamon Church cursed angrily.

"You are disrespectful to the gods, then, war!" With a spear in hand, a ball of blood-colored fury on the spearhead that had swelled to the size of Rich, Varys slammed into the direction.

He had white visor on his face, and no one could tell what this guy looked like.

As soon as he exerted his legs, the blood-colored boar under his crotch let out a 'whoop' roar, and the four fat short legs stepped forward frantically, carrying a puff of smoke and carrying Varys towards the archpriest.

Hundreds of miles away was only an instant, and with a 'bang', the black long hair with a cloud of angry flames pierced straight in front of the heart of the great priest.

The priests of the Silvergon Church, they are proficient in all kinds of magic arts, but they are not good at fighting.

In the face of this lightning-fast blow, even the knights of the Golden Oak Church around him didn't react, let alone the old Grand Priest of the Dragon Bell.

Joe took a step forward and stood in front of the archpriest.

He clenched his fists and slammed into the slashing black spear.

'Boom'!

There was a loud bang.

The black spear broke through Joe's fist, a large amount of blood splattered, and the spear pierced Joe's fist three inches.

The pain hit, and Joe and Varys looked at each other.

Joe's body didn't move at all, but it was a wild boar under Varys's crotch, and he was shocked back by the force of the shock on Joe's fist.

"Varys, Lord of War? Ah, you seem, a little empty! ”

Joe withdrew his fist, grabbed the head of the black spear with a slap, and pulled the spear back hard: "I said, this spear is good!" ”

With a 'crunch' sound, Vares's palm trembled a little, and Joe actually slid the spear outward by more than a foot!

One person, one god is competing for strength head-on, and Joe seems to have a certain upper hand!

Vares's gaze became extremely strange.

Margrethe III and others exclaimed at the same time.

That's really ...... It's incredible!