Wren silenced Fiona.

What else could she say?

It would be nice to have.

Can Wren be expected to feed her every day?

She is not the first, nor is she the last, the goddess who came to ask for Rayne, why should she take precedence?

Rao was her intellect that told her that sending the power of faith to her was not the best option. The orderly, good gods all have the virtue of frugality, and the exchange ratio they use to play with divine power is the best.

The more I understand, the more emotionally resistant.

Fiona, who was sulking, was restrained by the [Eight Virtues of Knights] that she had made, which caused a very awkward situation. She desperately wanted the power of faith to be replenished, but she couldn't open her mouth.

At this moment, Wren retracted his thoughts, glanced at her, and smiled: "In this way, if you promise to restrain the God of Battle, let him save his power and play a better battle loss ratio." I can give you a little bit of the power of faith that was originally supplied to the Storm Lord. As for how to hold the grumpy old brother, that's a matter for Perot and the god of battle. ”

"This ...... Not good. The upright knight goddess subconsciously lowered her head, and then her right index finger unconsciously played with the ends of her sideburns.

Coincidentally, at this time, the sunlight outside the window hit her fingers, and the sunlight reflected from the tips of her off-white hair shook Wren a few times.

As if she found that her small movements were interfering with Wren, she immediately stopped again.

"Poof." Wren smiled: "No need to see outside, everything is for order." ”

She seemed to have a short circuit in her mind for a second, and hurriedly followed: "It's all for order." ”

After breakfast at noon, her eyes wandered: "I, I'm going back." I'm still waiting for news. ”

"Okay." Wren hesitated: "You better send an angel back as a messenger." ”

The knight goddess's face turned red in an instant, her head lowered, and she made a mosquito-like sound: "Okay."

The divine light faded, the faint sacredness disappeared from the room, and Margaret fell into Wren's arms as soon as her body went limp. In a few seconds, she woke up leisurely and covered her head: "What's wrong with me?" I passed out last night? God, my bones seem to be falling apart. ”

After a long period of communication and deep communication, Margaret was certainly aware of what was happening.

No, that's not the point.

The charm left by her own goddess on her, as well as the faint shared memory, poured into her mind like a tide at this moment.

The female knight's face changed drastically: "Wait! Wren, you give the goddess of knights to ......"

Wren's cheek muscles twitched slightly: "How did you tell me to stop at that time?" ”

Margaret held her forehead in pain, and she didn't know what to say.

She knew very well that she had the qualifications of a saint, but the problem was that the great knight leader of the knight faction never told her that the goddess might use her body to play with the gods. She had worried about what the goddess would do if she found out that she was impure and said that it would affect her divine descent.

Well, now Wren has put down the knight goddess too.

What is this?

It's a bad deal!

Margaret hesitated, but asked, "He, he's not angry, is he?" ”

"Maybe a little, but I invited her to supper last night, and she just had breakfast with me before leaving."

Margaret could certainly feel a slight fullness in her stomach at this time.

She was a little tangled, a little broken, and finally chose to snuggle in Wren's arms: "Then what will we do with him after that?" ”

What else can Wren say?

Is this a chick planted in the soil, and then harvested two chicks? But if they share a body, is that one or two? If this shit is changed to a noble goddess, Wren will pat his ass and leave, without any psychological burden.

But the goddess of knights looks like a good girl, which makes him entangled.

"Well, let's take it one step at a time."

The day after the Knight Goddess left, Wren activated the 'Trap Card' that had been laid out earlier. He mustered up the strength to feed, and finally stimulated another sun in the Chaos home galaxy.

A massive solar storm swept across most of the galaxy.

Under the cover of the solar storm, the fourth wave of faith power has arrived.

This kind of timely supply has brought back a lot of the declining morale of the order camp.

As we all know, if an army has suffered heavy losses, it often does not lead to good results in holding on. As the saying goes, if you can't get supplies or rotation, morale will be low to a certain extent, and collapse is the only outcome.

The supplies sent by Wren were just in time.

There is a god who rejoices and a god who sorrows.

The moment the Lord of the Storm received the shrunken 'Supply Package', he couldn't help but curse, "What? Send out 10%, get 2%!? ”

The archangel of his family trembled: "Wren Tesla said, my lord, your storm attribute is too close to the solar storm, and a considerable part of the power of faith has been swallowed up by the solar storm. ”

"......" The Lord of the Storm is on the day, and Pero's heart is gone.

He really wanted to scold Pei Luo - take care of your sun.

The problem is that everyone knows that Perot, the sun god, is not worthy of his name. The source of his true divine power is only limited to the sun in the Kaos world, and the rest of the suns (stars) are actually not under his control.

He doesn't know who to turn to when he wants to lose his temper now.

First, he didn't dare to offend Ren, the captain of the transportation brigade, and secondly, even if the loss was high, Renne still did better than the goddess of the magic net back then.

The loss of the power of chaos belief is greater than that of order, and the chaos gods have no divine power.

The outer gods could only feel that the Storm God Kingdom was very lively, and knew that the Lord of the Storm had lost his temper again.

But who cares?

On the other side, the Knight God Kingdom, an extremely burly god, two and a half meters tall, who looked extremely like a barbarian, broke into the Knight Temple with a big grin.

The golden-armored knight guarding the temple was not surprised, and knelt down on one knee to the bearded and rough-looking god.

"Father, are you here?" On the silver throne, the knight goddess Fiona seemed to be a little restless.

"Hey! My dear Fiona, I'm here to ask, you're not wrong for giving me so much of the power of faith? Tampath, the god of battle, strode over and sat down on the temple's permanent metal pedestal of a hundred weapons.

Fiona said humbly, "That's right, father. Didn't I tell you that after the people of Kaos lost their magic, they respected the melee profession? At that time, the Barbarossa Empire made my knighthood the first state religion. It's a pity that I don't have enough time to condense the Godhead fragments, otherwise with this supply of faith power, I can at least impact the medium divine power! And I'm order-neutral, and the power of faith has less transmission loss. ”

She knew that everything she said was the truth, and she was stunned.

It's weird!

Is Wren really a bowl of water?

(End of chapter)