Chapter 263, The Power of Killing

The nobles who rushed out of the city encountered some special rat people.

A silent guard appeared in front of them, one of them with a black flag waving.

Obviously, there will be a little trouble, or a big trouble is going to happen.

In the chaotic city, a group of people gathered together, with a limping knight as the vanguard. They held messy things in their hands and without saying a word, behind the knight, they began to rush out of the city. .

The rat people are hunting those fleeing guys, or in other words, the rat war is hunting those fleeing guys. Even if the duck in the mouth just takes off some feathers, this is a bit unacceptable.

Now is a good time, a great time.

A terrifying explosion appeared outside the city, rising in the dark tide of ratmen. The group of mages still had something that they had not used, so they left it at hand.

But in comparison, Shu Zhan also saved a hand, many hands, and the scarlet shadow was stretched out in the crowd.

Huge puppets made of rocks rose from the ground, and knights shimmering with brilliance rose into the sky. The two sides fought each other. These guys wanted to drive back the rat war, and they did not intend to fight with this crazy man in this endless dark tide. Guys fighting

Shu Zhan personally stepped onto the battlefield, carrying the flag on his back and holding the scarlet spear in his hand. With a maniacal laugh, he climbed onto the huge rock puppet. He nimbly dodged the attacks and climbed up, aiming for the rock puppet. The group of mages gathered at the top.

They are the core of this rock golem.

All kinds of magic fell, but they were all shattered by the shaking of the flag behind Shu Zhan. The knight in the sky swooped down, but the sharp sword was easily blocked.

The fierce knights rushed from a distance and collided with the magic knights.

These magic knights are equally powerful, but they do not perform as well as the Vatican Knights when faced with the collision of violent knights. It is not surprising that these guys are better at serving as commanders and are not so good at facing the situation as a group. Such a brutal fight.

The Rat Man Supervisory Team was pressing forward. This group of solemn guys raised their spears high and began to press forward.

There is even a team that is faster than the rat war team, a group of more elite rat war teams. Indeed, the rat war guards are just some of the more elite war team. I didn't notice anything.

Just moving forward, just pressing up, that's all.

The noble guards were gradually overwhelmed. These guys looked nothing like the rat warriors who made up the pitch-black rat tide. The contrast was extremely extreme.

Just the pressure of the spear, the cold spear, made it difficult for them to deal with it, and they gradually became overwhelmed.

In the eyes of these rat warriors, these noble guards of the Nether-Eye people, these humans, heretics, and enemies, there is not much difference between them and those rat warriors.

In other words, there is no big difference for them between killing the humans in front of them and pushing the rat people forward.

The rat people would be afraid, frightened, and retreat when facing them, but these humans would grit their teeth, arrive, and then be killed by them.

Now is a great opportunity.

The miserable guy trudged along the open city gate. It was not that easy, and there were still unresolved grievances.

The dark rat man came over and came to the pitchfork knight, with dangerous eyes flashing in his eyes.

Watching the Pitchfork Knight not far away.

The current situation is in chaos. The poor guys gather in groups and move forward very hard. Their performance is not bad. At least they have the qualifications to hold the weapons in their hands tightly. These humble humans, residents of the slums.

But facing the endless rat-men in front of them, there were still too many of them.

He kept dying, being dragged into the rat tide.

The Pitchfork Knight once again stayed at the back of the team, once again holding the pitchfork in his hand tightly, and getting out of the way of the swarming ratmen. This time it was no longer to consolidate his authority, nor to want to Something to prove.

This dark ratman just wanted to kill Pitchfork Knight himself.

He held a brand new sword, a more beautiful and more luxurious sword, but the Pitchfork Knight still only had a pitchfork in his hand.

There was no difference from the last time he faced the situation. The jet-black rat man rushed towards him and raised his sword high. The Pitchfork Knight was still on defense. In the collisions again and again, the jet-black rat man All attacks by the rat men were blocked.

The two sides fought amid the pitch-black rat tide.

The development of the situation was no different from last time. The pitchfork in Pitchfork Knight's hand was cut off again. He retreated in embarrassment and gasped for breath. The dark rat man opposite did not hide the malice in his eyes and looked at Pitchfork Knight. Everywhere on the body is falling.

He raised the big sword in his hand high, stepped forward, charged, and fell heavily.

Unexpectedly, Pitchfork Knight made an unexpected move. He held the sword with his left arm, and a bloody arm flew out.

But in exchange.

The broken pitchfork in his hand was also sent into the chest of the dark rat man. The scarlet eyes of the dark rat man were obviously stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect such a scene to happen.

Falling to the ground, this guy was too arrogant. I don’t know if it was a bad habit he learned from Rat War. In short, such arrogance made him pay a price, a heavy price.

The Pitchfork Knight gasped on the battlefield, and the surrounding ratmen set off an uproar after a brief silence.

In the distance, the commotion was spreading and gradually approaching.

Rat War easily killed these mages and those knights hanging in the sky. Although this guy was also illiterate, as the killing continued, he mastered a different power.

The power of killing, the scarlet light spontaneously appeared on his body, this was the blessing given by Du Yuan, all ratmen shared the blessing, but today, at this moment, Rat War was the first to come into contact with such power.

The blessing given by Du Yuan was very plain and simple, or perhaps it was really split into too many pieces by Du Yuan, and there was no such magical and magnificent power descending.

Rat War's power has become stronger, his physique has become stronger, and his speed has also become stronger. In short, Rat War has become stronger, and this increase in power will continue to increase as the killing continues.

This is Du Yuan's gift, which is not generous, and even a little stingy. This gift is too scattered and exists in every rat man's body, which is not fair to Rat War.

Such a stingy gift brings extremely difficult activation difficulty. All the killing power created by the rat people during this period of time has been filled in, but it is still not enough. It was not until the fall of the magnificent city today that this blessing was barely able to appear.

As for why it is not fair to Rat War.

You can understand that this killing blessing is slowly starting with the killing power created by the rat people, and most of the killing behaviors of the rat people during this period are directed at Rat War. The killing power created by these killing behaviors should have been the reward of Rat War, but most of it was robbed and fell on the improvement and activation of the main body of the killing blessing of all rat people.

However, Shu Zhan was not aware of these things. He was very excited now. He felt that he was stronger than before.

Above the sky, Du Yuan crushed the God of Stargazing in his hand. The fragments of the law of power that diffused out gathered in front of Du Yuan and condensed into a dazzling purple crystal, which was held in Du Yuan's hand.

At this moment, Du Yuan was finally able to set his eyes on the other human demigods in front of him.

Even gods would be uneasy when facing the situation of going to extinction.

What's more, these guys are not gods yet, but demigods who are still one step away from being gods.

It's not that they didn't do anything, but most of those attempts were suppressed by this scarlet realm. This is the power given by the combat priesthood. Du Yuan paid the price of throwing himself into such a cruel death battle in exchange for these guys being unable to break free.

Scarlet's cold eyes fell on the many demigods in front of him, and he also glimpsed their movements.

A dazzling artifact was broken in front of Du Yuan, and the dazzling brilliance even caused the scarlet shrouded in the sky to waver for a moment.

No demigod escaped, so the advantage of taking one more step forward was so obvious. Du Yuan was closer to the gods than them, and the advantage was incomparable, reflected in the power.

Although there was no essential difference.

If a real god is considered an adult, then these demigods are young children, and Du Yun is already a teenager.

However, because there was no essential difference, these guys were still able to shake the domain that Du Yuan unfolded with the law.

At this moment, these human gods briefly connected with the outside world.

Regardless of everything, a large amount of power was invested in the mortal world and the dim statue. The priests who lost their power because of the dimness of the gods all recovered their power at this moment, and at the same time, in the rays of light that fell.

The many god churches with various doctrines and various forms that were seated in various parts of the continent, those still devout believers, they were able to listen to the will of the gods again.

At this moment, these human gods gave a nearly unified revelation.

At all costs, defeat the invaders and the heretics who believe in the terrifying evil gods.

In such a severe divine revelation, a war between gods is about to start. Originally, the rats should be able to take advantage of this chaotic situation, sweeping across a large area before everyone reacts, or in the mutual struggle between those short-sighted warlords, until everyone has to face them and draw their swords against them.

But at this moment, this possibility is broken. The major god churches have recovered their strength and been enlightened at this moment. They will also run for this matter.

The battle of gods has already started, and now these mortals will also follow up in an all-round way.

Not only that, in order to deal with Du Yuan, or perhaps because the fear brought by Du Yuan is too great, an equal pantheon was born. These human gods signed the almost harsh covenant and became a brand-new pantheon, an equal pantheon.

The gods in the pantheon will accept the faith of the fallen god without reservation in the witness of the covenant.

To put it simply, this group of gods agreed with each other that even if only one of them died, as long as they survived, they would be responsible for picking up the faith of the fallen gods in other covenants again and protecting them from the prayers of believers.

This is undoubtedly a practice against Du Yuan.

Obviously, they are not willing to be killed one by one by Du Yuan, which is not surprising.

There is only one problem. This death fight is still going on. Everything will eventually fall on one point if they want to break free.

Only by killing Du Yuan can these guys end this death fight, but the problem now is that they can't kill Du Yuan.

Although Du Yuan will not kill them either.

Both sides are anchored to each other at this moment.

The human gods also threw the chips to those mortals, although they did not make such a decision voluntarily.

But the current situation is clear. The fate of all the gods above the sky falls on the two sides in this small world, on the struggle between humans and ratmen, and on the victory or defeat between the two empires.

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Outside the city of Jilang, the Pitchfork Knight covered his bleeding arm and stood blankly on the messy battlefield. The bloody smell around him became stronger and stronger. The poor people led by the Pitchfork Knight were being slaughtered.

In the distance, a messy sound of horse hooves sounded.

A team of embarrassed knights broke through the surging gray-black tide and appeared not far from the Pitchfork Knight. The two sides met eyes, but the Vatican Knights did not come to rescue the Pitchfork Knight.

Instead, they ran away. The Pitchfork Knight was in a terrible situation now, and these Vatican Knights were also in such a hurry and a little panicked.

But it didn't matter. The direction these Vatican Knights left was also the direction those people left.

Yes, those people, the Pitchfork Knight did not think that the residents in the slums were mean and sinful. After all, he was just a farmer not long ago, and it seems that he is still one now.

He didn't think that he really became a high-ranking knight lord after putting on this old armor.

If this group of Vatican knights were willing to help, those people would be saved.

He thought so, but his current situation was not good at all.

The ratmen around him smelled the diffuse bloody smell and saw his embarrassed appearance, and were getting restless. He was ready to fight again. He did not go to the broken pitchfork again, but held the big sword left by the black ratman.

But suddenly, the commotion of the ratmen around him subsided, and these guys' faces became more complicated, with excitement, fear, awe, worship, and such complicated expressions with various emotions, because of the arrival of a pitch-black flag.

A pitch-black flag broke into the eyes of the pitchfork knight.