"A poor reptile who was wiped out by the false god believers, a scum who defiled the sacred banner of the supreme god of beauty with failure, what dare you talk about loyalty to the god of beauty?

The handsome champion knight flicked his golden braid, which had been tied up in silver chains, and unceremoniously swung his sword at the half-dead Kugan lord's head, but it didn't hit it directly. This was partly because he knew that Lordali's order had not yet been issued, and partly because he was afraid that the sword would be stained with Analar's foul blood.

"Loyalty, don't you know? I am the messenger of glory chosen by the Supreme Beauty God of the High Heavens of Chaos, and my sword will exercise the will of the Most High Beauty God on the earth!

The beautiful purple-haired commander stood up and clenched the brilliant sword of the Nine Snakes, her beautiful long hair dancing wildly in the wind with anger, like silk and colorful glow. At this moment, a huge force surged through the empty square like a tidal wave, making the silent military array tremble involuntarily.

"Tigger Christian, my loyal sword, is the first brother of the Blood Alliance to be loyal to me, and his brother is the invincible champion Terrell Christian, who once beheaded three high-ranking vamplets of the Red Dog in order to protect me. Their brother's loyalty is like pure gold from the gods of beauty, so I present my most beloved lady-in-waiting to them. Their names are Lesya and Lelia, and they have both been blessed with the generosity of the Most Beautiful God. ”

Lordali took a step forward, leaning her jade-like hand against the beast's fang-like pure gold sword at the edge of the altar, the golden bracelet and silver chain colliding lightly with the bronze spine covered with beast reliefs, making a long, crisp sound. The memories of the Tigger brothers made her long eyelashes droop, and her beautiful eyes flowed with elusive clouds of smoke.

"Terrell died in the mountains of the East by the treachery of the Black Iron Elf, his death pierced through my heart like an arrow, and Teagar's death fell to the decaying Southland under siege by the False Gods, and his departure made me feel the same pain. Their souls will return to the merciful embrace of the Most High God, and the souls of their brothers will always watch over us in the temple of the Most High God. ”

Her plump and bare breasts shook up and down with excitement, silver bells and jewel pendants rustled on her white skin, her pink lips spit notes of sadness and passion, and mysterious scents swirled invisibly beside her beautiful cheeks. At this moment, all the Chaos Warriors were silent, and they knew that their beautiful young commander had moved their true feelings.

"But our faithful Teagar was insulted, his body was transformed into a cursed weapon by a mad sinner, and the handmaiden he saved with his life was also subjected to the sinner's hands, and her beautiful body and soul were horribly twisted by the sinner. It's an unimaginable insult, it's like an insult to me!Can I tolerate it, my warriors?"

"Yes, we will punish the sinners!

Morseree, the Chosen of Salis, was the first to answer, raising his runic sword flowing with purple flames into the air in response to Lostali. In fact, his heart was beating a drum as well, because his troops had suffered considerable losses in the southward operation a few days earlier. But in any case, it is necessary to express oneself, and it never hurts to be positive first.

"I am not a sinner, because I am faithful to the Most High God! I have not lost the favor of the Most High God!"

But something suddenly happened, and Analel suddenly let out a terrible roar. His tattered body rose and fell violently like a strange maggot.

"A crippled maggot still dares to mention the supreme god of beauty? are you ......?"

Morseley took an impatient step closer, eager to cut off the tongue of the crippled defeated general at once. But suddenly, his words were interrupted, for he was shocked to see that a sharp tentacle had pierced into his armpit, which was not protected by armor, and not even blood was shed. At this moment, he saw a terrifying light suddenly flash in Analyre's eyes, and a huge sense of powerlessness and pain surged through his slender body along the tentacles!

"Ahhh

Almost instantly, a huge seal of the seal of the god of Salis swirled from the stretcher, followed by a thunderous explosion, and countless fragments of flesh and armor swept through everything with purple pillars of smoke and flashes, knocking the surrounding soldiers to the ground, and causing the neat military formation to be chaotic. It was as if Analyre had turned into a terrifying bomb, and the storm of magic swirled like a tornado.

"Don't panic!

Before the smoke cleared, the thunderous voice of the Great Division's war reverberate. The mighty commander in purple pure gold armor stood in front of the altar at the first moment, the massive salis coat of arms like a shield of light blocking the blasting wind of flames. At the same time, the twelve Chaos Witches had formed a Chaos Eight-Pointed Star Defense Array, and the glittering demon snakes echoed among the golden fanged halberds, like a huge net enveloping the commander's altar.

"This bastard...... Is he a spy of the god of the epiphysis?!"

Morseri slowly stood up surrounded by a group of Chaos Knights, his handsome face twisted by great pain. At that moment stabbed by Analyre's tentacles, the mighty Chosen Champion felt a terror, a terror that was being devoured and absorbed. Analyre's tentacles burrowed into the interior of his body at terrifying speed, pounced on his internal organs, flesh, and marrow, intending to consume his life almost instantly.

But the Chosen Champion is not a prey that can be easily devoured, and the prestige of the Dragon Slayer Knight is not untrue. Despite the surprise attack, Morse made the last-minute decision to save his life, severing his entire arm shoulder to shoulder and freeing him from Analyre's incredible touch of death in a final moment. But before he could fight back, a huge explosion occurred, throwing him more than a dozen meters away. Now, the handsome white-armored knight had become a bloody man covered in bruises, and his heart was tormented by terrible pain and indescribable humiliation.

"As I said, I have not lost the favor of the Most High God, for my victory proves it. ”

A familiar voice rang out, with irrepressible joy and confidence. This sound surprised the entire chaotic square, because this is exactly the voice of Analaire!