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The next moment, the two armies collided.

Death is alive.

The military array arranged diagonally is like several huge arrows, on its front, the tall humanoid body is slightly rickety, the long hands are supported on the ground, and the posture of using hands and feet looks awkward, but the tall body makes them have a very high degree...... Unexpectedly faster than the galloping horse, the heavy body shook the Great Eastern Road, and the momentum was even close to the human cavalry!

In the next moment, the tip of the arrow had already stabbed into the enemy!

The broad shield flew up with the sound of tearing and twisting! No matter how strong a soldier was, he could not hold his formation in the face of such an enemy onslaught, and the shields of all metal were bent like a piece of paper, and the force propelled the warriors to roll backwards, and knock their companions on their backs!

But the counterattack will come soon.

The giant ape that rushed to the front had been pierced by the spear in an instant, but the strong vitality and the magic luster that continued to shine around them made them scream in the sky and rush forward like that! Then he wielded the warhammer in his hand

The cacophony of voices broke through the noise of the battlefield, the sound of armor and bones breaking out of the ground mixed with the screams of the soldiers, making the other soldiers and swordsmen shudder and stimulate their higher fighting spirit!

However, the rain of arrows wrapped in an incomparably rich aura of death had already fallen from the sky at this time, roaring like a downpour and falling into the middle of the opponent. Although the human soldiers were mostly agile and well-equipped, the rain of arrows landed surprisingly accurately, and the arrows that shone with cold light were extremely ...... Unusual. They screamed and fell, easily cutting through the magical defenses of the celestial creatures, tearing through the rudimentary leather armor of their bodies, tearing flesh apart, and even making their wounds brittle like wood. Collapse!

In just one wave of arrow rain, more than 200 monsters of the orc race fell to the ground silently! Dust flew, but they were already red with blood in an instant!

In the war of the gods, there is never mercy.

Countless deaths, countless fights, and countless impacts have constructed a surging picture scroll on the earth. And in the center of this scroll...... Within a short breath of hundreds of people, in the blue and white lines, countless lives had been wiped out in the war, their bodies turned into red or turquoise flesh and blood in the mottled space, and the invisible and fierce laws of the kingdom of God immediately passed by, and then flashed with subtle light. The flesh disappeared with the storm.

And the new color makes up for the gray and yellow that has just been revealed, one after another, one after another......

"Really...... What a waste. ”

High in the sky of the battlefield, a little black shadow fell silently in the blue sky.

Overlooking the vast and boundless battlefield, human beings are like mosquitoes and flies suspended above the vast ocean. So small and insignificant, even the vision of divine power...... No, the more you open your perception of divine power and feel the waves of power that are constantly surging, the more you will be able to perceive your own humility.

"I thought that except for those demons in the bloody war, there would not be any powerful beings who would squander their subordinates indiscriminately. ”

Edward was silent, but eventually chuckled

"Forget it, too. Why did Lansendel use such a stupid method at this time? He should have an absolute upper hand in terms of the total amount of divine power now, but he doesn't have an advantage in terms of the number of his subordinates, oh, you call the Merger, right? Besides, aren't you afraid that he will use that method again. Steal all your invokers?"

Those animals—human wolves, bear people, tiger people, and the like—were only the lowest-level combat power of the Temple of Nature's conjurers. But after all, it is also a soul, and it is also a soul that constitutes the purest part of the source of faith, which is completely different from the naturally formed demons in the lower realm, and it seems that it is indeed a waste to consume it in such a battle.

"The use of divine power will cause a great waste when fighting against a large number of people, otherwise, the power that Asmodeus has can already help him push the battlefield of bloody battles to dozens of layers of the abyss......!

The luster of water flickered, outlining a dim figure in the void beside the psychic warlock, the graceful figure was slender and toned, but the details of the whole body were extremely blurred, just the appearance of a woman: "Compared with the simple consumption of divine power, the invoker will return to the origin after death, and reshape a new form with divine power, so this is also a more efficient confrontation of divine power." As for Ransendel, this is the gap between the divine realms, and where his divine power is not completely covered, it is impossible to produce such large-scale plundering activities. ”

But as a battlefield, this is already a place of spiritual concern for the gods, and Utao's power can be strengthened to the point of manifesting a doppelganger, which is the best evidence. Of course, Edward was more concerned about the leader of this war, but the tentacles of his spirit swam, but he only noticed a doppelganger of the Ranger Goddess, not only Lansendel, but even the power of Sivannas did not seem to appear in this war.

So, for God, this war of magnitude is still just a temptation that is not worth paying attention to?

Or maybe that's true......

At least in Edward's opinion, the grand battlefield under his feet was only as desirable as 'grand'.

The invokers are excellent soldiers, whether it is magic or hand-to-hand combat, they are far beyond the mundane existence, and they are not afraid of death and pain like real creatures, they are not even affected by any emotion, and they do not need rest and sleep, the number of perishes will be compensated as quickly as possible, they do not know how to retreat, there is almost no difference in strength, and there are no shortcomings. Perfect.

But this perfection makes the battle monotonous.

The reason why the so-called tactics appear in human warfare is because human soldiers will always have their own weaknesses, and the so-called tactics are born in these targeted attacks on their respective weaknesses, making the war exciting.

However, when both sides of the exhibitor are already close to perfection. The way of attacking each other will be monotonous, and there will only be a few left, long-range, hand-to-hand combat, flying becomes small in the face of magic, magic is insignificant in the pressing team, so. For the soldiers, apart from attacking and retreating, slashing and stabbing, there was only the light of death and destruction.

So simple.

But no matter how simple it is, it's always a big battle.

Since someone is willing to waste it like this, Edward naturally won't let go of the opportunity to watch a lively one...... There is no military clash of this magnitude to be seen in the main material plane. The slashing of 20,000 or 30,000 people is already a big scene. This kind of big scene of 100,000 people, tsk, is really not light to see.

"Oh, that negative magic did a good job, caught the maximum range, minus it and then crushed it with the Bearman Warrior, this tactic is great. ”

The Psychic Warlock lowered his gaze slightly. Wandering through the vast and chaotic battlefield, a wave of magic swept over the battlefield, radiating in a scattered ring, covering the chaotic front line.

The waves spread outwards like ripples in a pond, but in the midst of the ripples, the human invoker warriors shook their bodies. The movements were noticeably sluggish, and the orcs, for the most part, only paused in the glow, seemingly unaffected. As a result, the originally tightly twisted front line began to oscillate in this position, towards the golden side. Constant erosion, pushing.

But the erosion brought with it a rain of blood that charged forward. It was a ten-foot-tall bear-man warrior, with only a simple shoulder armor on the body, the knotted muscles swelled, allowing them to wield, the ten-foot-long wolf tooth giant stick was attached to an indescribable terrible power, countless metal nails tore through the armor of the warriors like fangs, bringing up a rain of flesh and blood, and the heavily armed warriors rushed up, were torn apart, rushed up, and shredded again, and the battle array like a sharp arrow finally regained a tip, and then expanded, and the wave tore countless waves on the wings.

Every wave is a fragment of blood and death.

“...... The battlefield always has a shocking charm. Standing still in the sky of the battlefield, I don't know how long it took for the Psychic Warlock to speak.

"Charm?" Utao's heart whispered slightly at the word, but he was still confused, "What kind of charm can this sinful, symbolizing the absurdity of ruin and death?"

"Really?"

The eyes of human beings flickered slightly, like the morning star in the distant sky:

So, what is the charm? Is it the beautiful river that meanders through the forest, and the banks are covered with lush ancient trees and quiet and beautiful glades? Is it the beauty of those hazy rays of light projected into the lush forest, refracted by the mist, dyed with a refreshing pale blue, and the sparkling water, making all the qiē wander away like a dream?

True grandeur doesn't have to be vibrant......

Utao's thoughts paused.

What she admired, or that was different, but not necessarily too wrong—or, perhaps, was it the perception of beauty that most creatures in this world shared, right? But at this moment, in that human spirit, there were countless voices speaking to her head, telling thoughts that seemed incomprehensible, incomparably profound, and yet unfolded like a scroll......

The ultramarine sky, the vermilion sun, the flying and descending king of blue and white, the bright red sand and pale flames, it was dreamy, epic charm.

The sky is as red as fire, the earth is full of ashes, the unfathomable abyss, and countless creatures of purgatory who fight to the death. It was violent, magma-like charm.

The gray and hazy sky, the earth of bones and gravel, the swamp of thick fog, it was a quiet, dreary and deathly charm.

The steel-covered sky, the metal-paved earth, the miraculous realm of gears and chains, it is a cold, hard and sublime, mechanical charm

......

The beauty of grandeur and magnificence always has an endless charm, which is not inferior to the suppleness and freshness of the small jasper of the jungle shrubs and the flowing water of the small stream...... Beauty is beauty, the beautiful woman is beautiful, the ferocious water monster that overturns the river and the sea is also beautiful, and even those inconspicuous mosquitoes and flies, when you magnify them millions of times, you will also feel the distorted and weird, but shocking beauty. Will there be any difference between good and evil?

Have it?

Didn't you?

Countless scrolls of pictures seemed to flicker in the thoughts of the gods, even though they were closely connected to their own spirits, but the god of dinosaurs still felt that he felt something in those scrolls. hazy, somber, or sublime...... Incredible charm.

"Monster ......" After a moment of silence, the high deity. In a mind that is only my own, I made a brief evaluation.

He had no scruples about death, about the gods, about power...... Such a deposit zài, with which to cooperate. Is it right or wrong?

The thoughts of the dinosaur god were irrelevant to Edward.

In fact, his observation of this war is by no means as simple as just looking at the excitement. At this moment, the tentacles of the spirit are accompanied by the silky divine power, constantly expanding towards the entire battlefield. Not only the orcs and soldiers who were fighting, but also the magic, the invisible network and energy, even the barren land, and the vast blue sky.

This world, this home of the gods.

"Let's go"

Retracting their gaze from the grand battlefield, the humans took a stride and began to move towards the side of the orc army. He didn't look like he was flying. It was just walking, but the pitch-black robe flickered slightly, and in the light and darkness, he was able to step thousands of feet away!

Step by step, he began to run over the battlefield, but instead of heading towards the rear of the orcs, he followed the lines of the battlefield.

As he progresses. The battlefield beneath your feet began to change gradually.

Tree-like warriors, mountain-like giant war elephants, male wolves, and snake lizards began to appear in the orc community. The huge golden eagle, the elven warrior riding on the back of the Pegasus, the three-headed Chimera and the cyan Wyvern swept across the sky of the battlefield, drawing frost and flames on the chaotic battlefield, as well as the long rainbow of the turquoise poisonous mist, and correspondingly, the blood of the distant sky was torn apart, and there were bursts of loud chanting fields in the distance, and team after team, dozens, or even hundreds of astral apostles slowly appeared from the shining space door, the brilliance of divine energy, the magic blades of wind and fire, burst and roared on the battlefield, making this war more fierce and cruel, in full swing。

For Edward, it is also full of charm.

He strode forward, his divine power surrounding him, and though the silver sheen dimmed with each step he took was a faint hint of what it had been before, the Psychic Warlock didn't care, for each step he took was hundreds of feet farther than the previous one...... It also symbolizes that his use and understanding of divine power has been slightly deepened!

A scorching light suddenly lit up in front of him.

Edward's gaze didn't move, and an astral apostle was spreading his wings, swinging the flaming greatsword in his hand, and slashing Edward on the head with a sword! At the same moment, another trumpeter oracle drew his bow and arrow from a distance, and an arrow full of golden brilliance went straight to Edward's heart! The flames and arrows were mixed with a sharp and heavy aura, almost like a small mountain pressing down on his head!

The Temple of Nature is the Divine Domain in the Upper Realm, and it is also the home of celestial creatures, here, the power that an Astral Apostle can wield is far higher than in the main material plane, and even under the gain value of divine power, it can even exceed their own upper limit!

Edward sighed softly.

His figure seemed to freeze, allowing the long sword to cut off from the top of his head, but when the blade swept by, the Astral Apostle holding the long sword suddenly felt a vibration in his hand, and with a bang, the long sword in his hand had already slashed at the flying arrow! The impact of the two energies hitting each other pushed him away wolfly, and when he looked closely, where was the black figure in front of him? Only he was far away from the horned messenger who shot the arrow.

The astral apostle's eyesight was excellent, so at that moment, he suddenly saw the astonishment on the face of the horn divine envoy, almost distorting the handsome face! But before Hei could understand what that expression meant, a slender and cold palm had already grasped his neck, and with a crisp click, the astral apostle felt that his body had become very light, very light.

In an instant, the battlefield fell silent.

It was an illusion, the battlefield was still a battlefield, full of roars, chantings, praises and screams, the crash of metal and the roar of footsteps, but in that moment, the space around Edward's body became as quiet as death.

He didn't need to look up to feel that there was a beam of gaze that was cast across the sky, all focused on him, that gaze was as powerful as an absolute force, in it, Edward's body was still moving as usual, but it was as if it was enclosed in a separate space, every move, every breath, even every part of the body, was carefully observed.

But this gaze died out in the next instant, because the human body was slowly pouring out some kind of peculiar aura.

Although the breath is weak, it is cold, cruel, and decisive.