Although the Holy Spirit who is asking for trouble has been solved, the current situation of everyone is not safe.

However, the remarks mentioned before Sheen's death about the Morning Star of Arrogance in secret manipulation of everything cannot be fully believed.

Provoking discord is not a unique method of demons.

After having doubts, Bai Lan was not ready to make a profound analysis on the authenticity of this matter.

Because there is only one way to solve this problem.

Strong strength.

As long as you have strong enough strength, any conspiracy will be a paper tiger.

So next.

According to the established strategy, Bailan planned to use the Lingye Tribe as the base for the succubus god in the fourth material world to expand the Kingdom of God outward.

According to the high priest of the Lingmou tribe.

There are three ethnic groups including them in the entire Kerrazo Forest.

The bad news is that all the other two ethnic groups have been sunk into the mud and sand of the long river of history in recent wars.

Even the gods will not deliberately slaughter mortals in the material world.

But just like the old saying in Bailan’s hometown: Gods fight, mortals suffer.

The good news is that leaving the Kerrazo Forest northward, there is a city-state dominated by wind elves.

After getting the exact news, he asked Filiya and others to stay on the spot.

Take Karin and fly to the Wind Elf City State.

Under the blue sky.

Warm wind blew on the face.

The black robe roared.

Bailan said coldly, "Carin, did anything special happen when Sileste killed Proctor?"

He did not ask directly before in the Lingmou Tribe.

But until he left, the princess was sitting alone under the tree, silent.

Even if Philea talks to her.

The girl would just smile reluctantly.

Is it too cruel for the girl who is only sixteen or seventeen years old?

Karin gently pushed away the flax-colored hair flying on her face and said expressionlessly, "Proctor died in Lord Sileste's arms, and there was nothing worth noting about.

Master, are you worried about Lord Sileste?”

"So that's it."

"I see."

Wearing a tight long dress with a platinum color, Karin continued silent for a long time, "Master, Lord Sileste gives me a different feeling than before.

Miss Atrice sometimes does this. She told me that this emotion is called depression and sadness, which is a very bad emotion.

No one likes it.”

Bailan looked at the girl's clear emerald eyes and said, "Everyone will experience sadness, Karin."

Karin's eyes were so pure and sincere at any time, like Lake Baikal blowing by the cold wind.

“Master, have you ever experienced sadness?”

The only answer to her is silence.

Twenty minutes later.

At the end of the green forest, Bailan saw the outline of a city.

I guess it's the Wind Elf City State there.

Not arriving yet.

The strong smell of blood came along the wind.

Bai Lan suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart.

As you gradually approach the city-state, what you see in front of you can only be described as extremely miserable.

This city is built of white rocks, covered with various double-storey buildings, and has a strong medieval atmosphere.

The streets were filled with wind elves' corpses.

The viscous blood gathers into a slowly wiggling stream, which is immersed in the analysis of the greystone floor and flows to the low-lying areas bit by bit.

Crying sounds.

The heart-wrenching screams shocked the soul.

Thick smoke and fire raged in a corner of the city. In addition to the corpses, there were also soldiers leaning against the walls.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were dark, and his expression was frightened and uneasy.

seem.

The existence called hope has completely disappeared from their hearts.

Look down from a high position.

In the middle of the city, a huge, pentagonal quaint tower at the low end, a bare female body was hung on a wooden rack.

The blood that is filled with the light of wind elements is slowly dripping.

Above her head, there was a titanic insult.

What is specific, cannot be explained in detail.

Even though the female wind elf had died, Bai Lan could already feel the breath of divine elements remaining in her body.

Tsk tsk.

Compared to the cunning demon who is pragmatism supreme.

Titans and dragons are a group of extremely cruel thugs.

From the analysis of the situation where there are many corpses of big demons on the street, I am afraid that this city-state has welcomed two waves of enemies, and the demons who occupied this place for the first time have been slaughtered by Titans or dragons passing by later.

At this moment.

With the sight of Bailan, you can see a Cyclops wearing a primitive human-style skin that is loved by Titans. He grabbed a wind elf and threw it into his mouth.

The crisp sound made when chewing makes people feel sour.

This giant, over fifteen meters tall, seems to be enjoying an afternoon dessert here.

The remaining wind elves were either hiding at home or being chased by the other two cyclops along the street, fleeing everywhere like crazy.

Bai Lan looked at everything that was happening in front of her with a expressionless face.

The three Cyclops with IQs that are like wild beasts and are in charge of the ranks. For him, they can kill ants at will. According to the first law of stability, what he is now considering is whether there will be Titan gods lurking around.

The simplest law of survival.

I just passed by the powerful enemy, and I attacked with a weak enemy with a heavy blow.

Five minutes later.

Confirm that there are no gods nearby, Bai Lan said coldly, "You stay here to advance, and any gods are approaching, so let me know as soon as possible."

"I know, master."

Just as the savior came, in the incredible eyes of the wind elves, a weapon that was carrying the pressure of the gods and flew at high speed was like a harvester.

Just take a walk.

All the heads of the three giants were cut off.

In the dazzling sunshine.

Bailan was high in the air, and the cold voice mixed with the power of the demon god sounded loudly in the city.

"Submit and worship faith, and you will be protected by the God of Succubus."

At this moment.

No matter where the wind elves were in the city, they all looked up at the sound hanging under the sun.

Now.

They have no choice.

As soon as he heard that the gods gave them shelter, the wind spirit whose spirit and soul had been destroyed rushed to Bailai's feet wildly.

Crawling on the ground, worshiping.

‘You have gained new believers, you can choose to give them divinity alone, or incorporate them into other believers who believe in a certain divinity.’

‘Current belief value: 25569/31000.’

Think for a moment.

‘Return to the Lingmou Tribe.’

‘Your Wind Elf believers are now under the jurisdiction of the Wild Elf High Priest.’
Chapter completed!