Chapter 1794 Confrontation

The sound of the metal sword colliding with the ground echoed in front of the city gate of Etantinoburg like a bell.

Everyone stared blankly at the corpse of the superior evil spirit on the ground.

What...are you doing?

Suicide?

Why did he do this?

Is it just to prevent that young man from being embarrassed?

This, this is too ridiculous.

Both sides are enemies!

How can anyone consider the enemy?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Chaotic thoughts flooded into the minds of everyone present. Whether they were shocked, confused, or disbelieving, their eyes were firmly fixed on the corpse of the upper evil spirit.

Including, the young captain.

In fact, the captain was also extremely shocked.

However, the captain's reaction was extremely fast.

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, a layer of radiance belonging to the God of War attached to it, and then, the sword was drawn out like the wind.

In just one breath, the corpse of the upper evil spirit was shattered into pieces.

Since you want to seek death!

Then I will make it happen for you!

The captain sneered in his heart.

Enough life experience, countless missions and a firm belief in the God of War are enough to make this captain hard-hearted.

He won't care about anything.

Not even thinking about it.

All he needs is to obey the priest's orders and carry out the will of the God of War: kill the enemy in front of him.

Even if this enemy seems to be immortal... it's the same.

He knows very well that the so-called immortality is just an illusion!

Except for His Majesty the God of War, no one is immortal!

As long as the breakthrough reaches a certain level, the so-called immortality is nothing more than a joke.

It just so happens that there is such a secret technique in the Temple of War.

Coupled with his swordsmanship, even if some evil spirits are killed, they cannot be 'resurrected'!

In this regard, the captain is very confident.

So, he turned around and sheathed his sword.

He looked at the young team members behind him and frowned unconsciously.

Gino is a young man he is very optimistic about.

He is of pure origin and has outstanding talents.

It only takes a little training to become a qualified sword-carrying deacon, and even after some experience, he is the best candidate for a sword-carrying priest.

But……

Still too young!

Confused by the illusion in front of me!

The captain sighed inwardly.

"Gino, don't be..."

The captain was about to persuade his young team members, but he saw the young team members who had been stunned looking behind him in shock.

And so are the people around me.

Immediately, the battle-hardened captain took a step forward and turned around with a sword.

It's pure fighting instinct.

When there are people behind you, you will inevitably be chased if you move forward, but turning back and striking with a sword will have miraculous effects.

Even if the opponent cannot be seriously injured, it will disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm and thus take the initiative.

However, the captain's sword failed.

There was no one chasing him at all.

Or to be precise, the resurrected upper evil spirit just stood there and looked at him with a smile.

In normal times, such a scene would have been very embarrassing, but at this time, when the captain looked at the superior evil spirit standing in front of him again, he had no such feeling at all. He was only left with horror!

How can it be? !

Why didn't the blessed long sword with divine magic work?

The doubts in his heart did not give the captain any hesitation.

He waved the sword again, and at the same time, the name of the God of War rang out in his mouth.

"My Lord makes my sword sharper!"

"My Lord strengthens my will!"

"My Lord's will is the direction my sword points!"

Amidst the shouts, the captain's long sword was once again blessed with the glory of the God of War, and once again chopped the upper evil spirit into pieces.

More broken than before...

Then, he widened his eyes and looked at the corpse fragments in front of him, once again condensed and reborn from the white light.

Still as clean as new.

Still smiling gently.

never change.

It won't change either.

Just like the sun that rises every day, no matter what you do, it is shining on you, giving you light and warmth.

Everyone looked at the superior evil spirit at this moment, and inexplicably had such thoughts in their hearts.

Is this the ‘Misty’ Church?

The old Marquis took a deep breath.

Even though he was well-informed, he was also shocked by the scene of continuous resurrections.

Obviously, the means of 'resurrection' in front of him surpassed any other method he knew.

And, more importantly...

The people around have completely remembered the ‘Mist’ Church!

Just look at those looks.

There is shock and disbelief, but more of it is yearning!

That's right!

Just longing for it!

The old Marquis can be sure of such a look.

Because he has seen it in the eyes of too many people.

He can be sure that as long as this person who is constantly being 'resurrected' waves to these foolish men and people, these people will kneel there and beg for mercy.

Danger!

Misty is definitely more dangerous than the God of War and Ms. Calamity!

They need to be held hostage!

The old Marquis subconsciously thought of the "Mist" church believers in the shanty towns of Lower Seventh Ring Road.

Maybe, it should be started in advance.

Thinking about using one of the trump cards that had been arranged separately, the old Marquis couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

If possible, he really doesn't want to use this trump card.

no!

Not yet!

The old Marquis quickly rejected his idea.

Because, such a trump card has only one chance to be used.

It’s such a waste not to use it at the critical moment!

But now, it is far from the critical moment.

As for being discovered?

‘Mist’ is a good god.

But the gods are not omniscient and omnipotent, not to mention that neither the God of War nor Lady Disaster has discovered it, so how could he possibly discover it.

If he were not thinking about the overall situation, he would have more ways to bring down the so-called two major churches... no, now it should be said that they are two major churches and one small church.

I can't bear to use my trump card.

The old Marquis was not troubled.

If one method cannot be used, then use another method.

Looking at the confrontation between the ‘God of War’ and ‘Mist’.

The old Marquis quietly gestured behind him. The royal spies hidden among the people immediately caught the gesture. He immediately pretended to exclaim: "Ignore the blade, this is the 'Mist' crown." A gift from me?"

In the silent field, such exclamations immediately spread throughout the audience.

The captain who was in shock reacted quickly.

Not afraid of the blade!

So, what about the others?

For example...flame!

Thinking of this, the captain held a sword in his right hand and took out a black ball the size of a pigeon egg with his left hand.

The next moment, the black ball shot straight towards the upper evil spirit.

The black ball hasn't landed on me yet.

The higher-ranking evil spirits had roughly guessed what was happening from the strong emotions emanating from the captain.

Raging flames!

Burning flames!

However, it didn't mean to dodge.

If it were the original one, it would naturally be afraid of fierce flames.

But as it continues to advance and reaches Level II, it only needs to withstand 60% of the damage from the deadly flame attacks in the past. This is really nothing to it with [Extremely Rapid Regeneration].

It is precisely because of this that it can withstand the blessing of the God of War that was just attached to the sword's edge.

Of course, it just hurts.

However, for Boss, everything is worth it.

And for the smooth progress of future plans.

The flames in front of him were, in some respects, what he wanted and needed.

boom!

The black ball hit the upper evil spirit.

boom!

Explosive flames soared into the sky.

The fierce flames swallowed up the upper evil spirit's body in an instant.

do you died?

The captain stared closely at Lieyan.

So does everyone else.

But this does not include members of the ‘Mist’ Church.

They looked at the flames soaring into the sky, each with a calm look on their face.

How could the flames hurt the bishop of the Church of the Mist?

They have not forgotten their teachings -

‘Fire and flame are the weapons of my Lord. ’

‘It’s also a skill we need to learn to use. ’

…

The old Marquis, who had been observing the people in the "Mist" Church, couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the expressions of these people. Then, suddenly, the old Marquis's eyelids twitched.

He saw the 'divine emblems' on the chests of the people in the 'Mist' Church.

That's a burning gold coin with the number 7 on it!

A bad premonition arose from the heart of the old Marquis.

next moment--

"O supreme Lord!"

"We listen to your teachings, we pursue your will, we bow to your greatness, and we hold your name. We will shine in the world. Everything we have is given by you..."

The call to prayer was heard in the flames.

The superior evil spirit slowly walked out of the flames.

This time, the civilians couldn't help but kneel to the ground.

Continuous and unbelievable phenomena impacted their sanity.

Some of them were not strong-minded enough and were naturally captured by higher-ranking evil spirits, and then they were focused on by higher-ranking evil spirits.

Not all required.

Only a few are needed.

People are all blindly obedient.

Everything becomes easier when you have someone taking the lead.

After all, this is the nature of being human.

The result was as expected by the superior evil spirit. When the first person affected by it knelt down, the crowd seemed to be like dominoes, and a chain effect began.

Crowds of people began to fall to their knees.

They are all businessmen and civilians.

The soldiers and nobles were still hesitant.

The captain's expression suddenly changed.

He understood what the situation before him represented.

‘Mist’ is shaking the foundation of ‘War Temple’!

"You will be punished by God!"

The captain shouted loudly.

Then, he knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, held the sword in front of his forehead, and prayed softly.

Behind him, except for the young man, all the elite warriors of the Temple of War were praying in exactly the same way.

Suddenly, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky.

In this dark cloud, lightning and thunder rumbled.

Rays of lightning were like huge silver-white snakes, starting to dart back and forth.

Seeing this scene, the superior evil spirit smiled inwardly.

The moment I've been waiting for is finally here.

It clasped its hands together and slowly knelt down.

The believers of the 'Mist' Church who had always looked calm also knelt down together, including Roget, this bear-like young man. He tried hard to make his kneeling posture less abrupt, but his huge height made him stand out from the crowd.

However, no one paid attention to this young man at this time.

They were all drawn to the prayer before them.

Because, amid such prayers, a mist suddenly gathered from all directions.

Feeling something, Qin Ran put down the honey and butter biscuit in his hand, and took out the [Lord of the Mist] from his arms.

The higher-level evil spirits have already set the stage for him.

Next, of course, it’s time to watch his performance.

The ‘Lord of the Mist’ is here!

PS Feilong said that he overindulged after finishing coding yesterday. He ate eight kinds of cakes, drank wine, ate steak, a pot of ribs, and a bowl of mutton slices soup until the morning...and then , I feel sluggish today, my stomach feels uncomfortable, my teeth are starting to hurt again, that’s all, I’m sorry to say...