In the Holy City, Fauber stood in the square outside the temple to see off all the high-ranking members of the Church who had participated in the war. After receiving the oracle, he keenly sensed the opportunity and immediately summoned the high-ranking priests and holy warriors to formulate the jihua of battle. Then he vigorously supervised the preparations for war, so that the giant civilization was quickly prepared for long-term combat material and psychological preparations.

Glancing at the holy warriors and priests in the square, Fauber said in a deep voice: "All pious priests and loyal holy warriors, the gods know everything! Pick up the weapon in your hand, follow the will of the god of dreams, step on the barbarians, and wipe out the natives! Your great deeds will surely be recited by future generations!"

With the blessing of the Holy Force, Fauber's words easily spread throughout the square, echoing in the ears of every priest and holy warrior.

History is the evidence of the existence of a civilization and the witness of its prosperity. Since the establishment of the Church of Oneiroi, the Giant Civilization has had a simple written record, which not only records several miracles of Owen, but also records the development of the Giant Civilization.

And the quest to be able to enter these historical documents has great feats and has led the growth of a generation of giants. For example, Dris, the only holy warrior of the giant civilization who has been retiring in the Holy City. Alone, he conquered five indigenous races, captured 100,000 people, and transformed them into a subordinate race of the giant civilization. Because his exploits were so great that even the pope treated him with courtesy, Zuihou went down in history and was worshipped by countless young giant warriors.

Hearing that this war could go down in history, even if it was just a member of the battle, the hearts of these priests and holy warriors were extremely excited.

A heavy footstep sounded from outside the square, gradually approaching. The footsteps were not loud, but the whole square was silent, and everyone listened unconsciously, as if the footsteps were incomparably beautiful music.

Everywhere they went, all the priests and holy warriors could not help but bow down. In the crowd, both the younger and older generations of holy warriors looked at the milky white leather boots that made the sound of footsteps with reverence, and no one looked up to see the face of the owner of the leather boots.

The boots came from the other end of the square to Faucer, and finally stopped three paces away from Fauber.

"I!

Fauber looked at the half-bowed figure in front of him and sighed: "You are still so sharp! A thousand years of grandeur can't smooth your edges and corners?!"

Driss did not get up, but said firmly: "In my heart, there is only the great Lord!"

Over the past thousand years, batch after batch of people have walked past Fauber. The only one who can still stand in front of him is Dris, who has achieved the holy level and obtained the divine title. In his heart, Driss was his junior, and not his only friend, a friend who had been with him for a thousand years!

After becoming the Chosen One of Owen's, Fauber had a crown to nourish his body and soul, and his life could be extended almost indefinitely. Older people will miss the old, and Fubo naturally hopes to have someone who can witness the development of giant civilization together. Therefore, he vigorously cultivated Driss, who had top qualifications, and provided him with the most Haode cultivation resources, so that he could achieve the holy level.

However, the lifespan of a saint-level powerhouse is also limited, judging by the vitality in his body, Driss does not have a few years to live. Therefore, Fubo arranged for him to retire in the Holy City, hoping that he could go further.

He looked at Driss steadily, until the oppressive atmosphere made everyone in the square gasp, and then Fauber asked with a solemn face: "Holy warrior Dris, are you willing to fight for the natives of the giant civilization and spread the glory of the Lord all over the Lord's territory?"

Without hesitation, Driss curtsied and replied solemnly, "I will give everything to the Lord!"

Seeing Driss bend his knees, Fauber quickly stepped aside. Although he was the Pope, he was not qualified to accept the prostration of the Holy Warrior. Naturally, it will not be him, but the idol in the temple.

Half a day later, in a huge square, only Fauber and the believers were praying together.

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Countless giant warriors formed a small team and slowly took cover for a huge indigenous settlement. Although these giant warriors were in small teams, they did not show any chaos, but seemed to have formed a simple formation.

This is also a simple military formation that the giant civilization has slowly explored after countless training and battles, although it has no mysterious effect, it can make the army's actions more neat. Don't underestimate the role of neat action, a disciplined army that can flexibly and neatly obey commands can give better play to the combat strength of every soldier.

Although the productivity of the indigenous people is backward, it does not mean that they are not vigilant. Before the Giant Warriors could get close to their settlement, they had already been spotted by the natives patrolling the surrounding area.

Now that they have been exposed, the giant warriors give up hiding and go straight to the indigenous settlements.

At the beginning of the war, the two sides directly engaged in short-handed combat, and only relied on the weapons in their hands to divide the superiority. The giant warriors are born with divine power, and they have the training methods provided by the church, the amount and time of training are arranged very reasonably, and the overall strength is naturally not comparable to the natives. The giant could cut the natives through the middle of the body with a single sword, but the natives could seriously injure the giants with a single killing.

The indigenous side is underground, and gradually becomes a lamb to the slaughter.

Suddenly, a milky white light rose from the center of the settlement, and it collapsed into a rain of light, scattered over all the natives. After these light rains melted into the bodies of the natives, the natives began to attack as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. And the attack of the giant warrior falling on the natives was greatly reduced. The situation on both sides almost turned around all of a sudden.

"Evil thing, your existence is a blasphemy against the gods!"

Driss exuded a faint milky glow all around him, and his feet stepped into the void, strolling from a distance, and his mouth scolded, almost stunning the natives in the fight.

A tiny, milky white pillar of light shot out of the indigenous colony and headed for Dris's chest. Driss only shook his body, and a wave of qi floated around him, slowly weakening the pillar of light and finally dispersing.

Dris's steps seemed slow, but he entered the indigenous settlement in a few steps. He passed all the way, as if he had entered a no-man's land, and no native dared to stop him. He didn't stop until he was in front of a half-foot high altar.

A vague and illusory figure appeared out of thin air on the altar and tempted Driss: "Take refuge in me, I will give you wealth! I will give you liliang! I will give you eternal life!"

With this voice, a wave of mental fluctuations entered Dris's perception.

Driss scoffed, "What can you give me if you're so weak?"

The figure said, "When I become immortal, I will be able to give you everything you want!"