On the streets of Lake Center Boulevard.

"Hmm, haven't you been walking for too long, I'm a little dizzy."

Adama rubbed her eyes with her hands, and for some reason felt her consciousness a little blurry.

Not only her, but also the pedestrians on the street noticed that something was wrong, especially when someone suddenly started vomiting.

Due to the difficulty of breathing caused by the blood magic before, the crowd here has begun to stir.

At this moment, there was a loud noise in the sky not far away.

They followed the sound, and saw that it was pitch black that obscured the afterglow of dusk.

No, that's not some cloud or black smoke!

They soon saw the true face of the shadow.

It was like a demon that had come out of the abyss of hell and hung high in the sky, holding a scythe taller than a house, and its dark wings obscuring the sky.

Fear in body and mind was accompanied by high-pitched screams, causing chaos to erupt in the crowd.

"Blame, monster!"

Adama was so frightened by the sudden appearance of a monstrous presence in the sky that she didn't wake up until she was knocked down by a running crowd.

She hurriedly grabbed Ronan beside her, trying to pull him away with her.

"Don't stand stupidly, hurry up and run!"

"You still need to say, take care of yourself first." Ronan withdrew his palm that was facing there, grabbed her in turn, and began to run at a faster speed, overtaking the flow of people around him.

On the other side, "Oro" in the sky looked down on the chaotic crowd.

"Welcome to our lord!"

The vampires in the room below him no longer hid their positions, and spread their wings and flew to the rooftop, their eyes frantically bowing to the "Roo" above them.

The Silvermoon cultists who had come with them retreated into the shadows, bowing their heads in respect.

"Oro" swept his gaze over them, then quickly skimmed over them.

His gaze kept moving forward, and finally to the location of the church district.

With his extraordinary visual senses, he could see that a large number of Church soldiers in white cross robes were gathering in a neat formation, and then they closed their eyes and began to pray with a reverent expression.

In the center of them, a bishop with a pale gold belt on his shoulders raised his hands and looked at the position of "Oro" in the sky, his expression angry.

"Get out of here."

After "Oro" finished speaking, the wings behind him flapped, and a raging wind blew, causing him to fly quickly in the direction of the parishion.

"Obey the command, and the glory of my lord will surely envelop the city of Triumph!"

Feeling the same strong sense of threat coming from the parishion, the vampires began to prepare for the retreat after bowing down.

With their strength, it is obvious that they cannot interfere with the battle between the gods and the church of Triumph City at this time, and they can only become a burden if they stay.

Then they looked at the smug Annika and bowed their heads in good interest.

There was no need for any more proof, and when the gods descended on Oro, his identity as a god son was unshakable.

......

"The Church God punishes the army, so it is, with decades of pious prayer and training, the soldiers' spirituality resonates, and finally gathers the magic in the hands of the bishop who leads them, gathers the sand into a tower, and bursts out into a joint strike."

"Oro" in the sky observes the movement of the Church's divine punishment army.

In his perspective, the spirituality of the church soldiers resonated with each other, and the magic in their bodies turned into a golden streamer.

Five thousand soldiers of the Divine Punishment Army formed a total of five thousand golden streamers, converging towards the head of the bishop in the center.

Then, the bishop stretched out his arms, forming a phantom of himself more than ten meters tall behind him.

The golden streamer turned into a bow and arrow in the phantom's hand, and it pulled it away, aiming directly at "Oro" in the sky.

The bowstring was full, and a golden arrow pierced the sky and shot at him.

"An attack can be launched from a distance of two kilometers, and the power is equivalent to a blow from the fourth-order apex." Ronan assessed the arrow coming towards him.

No wonder the power of the Church is able to crush all other heretical cults and imperial powerhouses.

The ultra-long attack range combined with unstoppable and wide area of lethal damage is enough to easily destroy the powerhouses and armies of this era.

Under normal circumstances, I didn't even see the face, but I was locked by the other party and killed with an arrow.

It's a pity that quantitative changes can't cause qualitative changes after all, and no matter how many people gather, they can't reach the power of the fifth order.

"Oro" raised the blood-colored scythe in his hand and swiped it in the direction of the arrow.

The surging magic turned into blood-colored slashes and arrows collided together, and in an instant, a terrifying impact erupted.

Below the point where the two collided, before the crowd of people who were fleeing in the middle of the lake avenue could rejoice that they were out of danger, a shock wave overhead enveloped several streets.

The earth was torn apart, and the houses collapsed like dominoes, piece by piece, with the aftermath.

Among those affected were Ronan and Adama who were running.

At this moment, Adama was standing in place, looking at the ruins in front of him unacceptably.

Just now, Ronan threw her out, and then was enveloped by the impact and disappeared before her eyes.

Adama stepped forward, looking like she wanted to enter the ruins.

Seeing this, "Oro" in the sky raised the scythe in his hand and slashed towards the street below.

In this way, the things in the ruins are crushed, and the internal situation is completely untraceable.

After announcing his departure, he spread his wings and flew across the avenue in the middle of the lake, and continued towards the church district.

"Evil God! This is God's territory, and heresy cannot be invaded! ”

The bishop of the church who led the Divine Punishment Army was on fire, and with his declaration, under the resonance of the Divine Punishment Army, a pale golden light curtain enveloped the cathedral where he was located.

And then it was easily torn apart by "Oro" with a blood-colored scythe.

On the contrary, the Divine Punishment Army was all mentally damaged, blood flowing from their mouths and noses, and they collapsed to the ground weakly.

The fifth order beats the fourth order, and the feeling of level crushing is really cool.

Throwing away the blood-colored scythe in his hand, Ronan thought to himself as he looked at the defenseless church army below.

But it wasn't until he checked the state of his spiritual armament that he realized how much this power was costing.

The vampires had contributed at least more than 50,000 magic points to him, and as a result, he had now used 30,000 points.

Good fellow, 10,000 magic points for a scythe, isn't it, that's a high price.

It's a pity that his level is too low, only level two, which leads to the poor completion of the spiritual armament pinched, and he is completely forced to piece together by relying on a large amount of pure spirituality and magic power.

Not only is the use of mana inefficient, but there is no way to reduce the mana output, Ronan didn't bother to care about this gang of sub-gods, and rushed directly towards the inside of the church.

You can't really summon gods to the church, otherwise he's a knockoff right away.

Don't look at how easy it is for him to crush this group of fourth-order, he is now the lowest type in the fifth-order, if there are really other gods projection, it is estimated that he can be seconded in one move.