The pillar of the Holy White fell from the sky from the sky, as if connecting the sky and the earth; the young marquis bathed in this pillar of light, with his arms open, as if he was declaring to the millions of confused Aosaint Emma soldiers below:

Who can obtain the protection of the real God of Origin!

"The most advanced god of origin, the gods are protected!"

The throbbing from the necklace of Yuanchu was successfully grasped by Cyril this time. He did not even need to chant. He successfully obtained the blessing of the upper realm just by relying on the fluctuations of the necklace itself.

Don’t forget that the people of Osaint Emma wanted to receive such blessings, but they lost the historic statue of Danya and the soul of the past bishop to succeed!

But he did this with just a string of necklaces.

Cyril could feel the temperature of the necklace in his palm. It continued to emit heat and vented an excited mood - but even if it was so excited, the transmission of this temperature was still extremely gentle. It was not manic or fierce, but instead made his emotions more peaceful.

This allowed him to look down at the lower level more calmly, and look at the Osaint Emma people below who were looking up at him from a "looking" perspective.

They were shocked and angry, confused, and even more afraid. They were still covered with the "God protection" given by Hilbert's sacrifice, but at this time the white light was no longer white - they began to twist on the soldiers and constantly distorted, as if they wanted to break the skin of the parasites themselves and drilled out of the parasites.

The soldiers were not in any abnormality at first, but in just a few seconds, their faces, who were still immersed in the glory brought by Cyril, showed a look of pain. They began to grab their bodies frantically through the armor, and soon they were not satisfied with the commotion between the iron plates. They even took off their armor on the spot and scratched their bodies frantically!

"Ah! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Itchy, itchy!"

The screams rang out in the military camp, one to ten, ten to hundreds, and a hundred to thousands. In just one minute, the body of the Hilbert priest was already filled with soldiers who showed their madness!

"Hilbert sacrifice, what's going on?"

Rowell Oboan asked sternly, looking at Cyril, who was in mid-air like a torch, subconsciously thinking that this was also a trick made by the young marquis.

But before the veteran asked him to question him, his expression suddenly changed, and a raging fire ignited in his body. The red dragon heart flame wrapped around his body, forcibly scorching the white light that also wrapped around him. The white light was burned and quickly shrank in the red dragon heart flame, and finally turned into a twisted black liquid under the scorching, twisting in the flames.

"What is this? Hilbert's sacrifice?"

He roared again at Hilbert's priest. The priest was pale and looked at everything around him in disbelief, murmured: "My piety did not respond... This protection did not come from the origin... Danya is above, Danya is above, what did Bishop Nikkor give me?"

"Why, why did the oracle become like this?"

"Why, where is my faith?"

"God, is God forged? Who are the churches in St. Helcointree enshrined?"

"When did things turn out like this..."

His mind was in a mess, and the gentle response from the young marquis's descending god Kagu, the happiness of the prayer of the devout worshipper, the feeling of breastfeeding and caring for young children, made him feel even more confused—

What the marquis said was true, what the marquis said was true!

But in this case, why did Bishop Nickel give me this long staff?

Is it to... let them become what they are now?

The soldiers closest to him and the soldiers closest to his escort. Those soldiers in the core area of ​​escort have almost become blood people. Their outer skins are constantly scratching, revealing the thick white bones under them.

When the priest Hilbert glanced over, he could even see the twisting black liquid on his bones, which was exactly the same as the black liquid scorched by Rowell Oboan!

The white lights had obviously penetrated into their bodies and were gradually transforming these loyal and brave soldiers of the Ilarialiya Legion into another appearance!

"Danya is above, Danya is above!"

He kept muttering, the soldier closest to him had already cast his fierce eyes on him, and then raised his arms high, as if he was making a fanatical prayer, but he opened his mouth wide and grabbed and bit towards the Hilbert priest!

But Hilbert had no energy to concentrate on what was happening in front of him. His mind was completely entangled with the "sin" he had committed, and he was left with a constant murmur:

"Danya is above, Danya is above!"

"Ah!" He suddenly felt pain and looked down. A soldier had bitten his arm, as if he was going to bite his hands off. The soldiers behind him had already grabbed his shoulders, and several soldiers who had been completely crazy were about to press him to the ground and bit him to death!

"You guys, wake up!"

He tried to use holy word to awaken the reason of these soldiers, but it had no effect at all. Pain came from everywhere, and more and more soldiers had already rushed to him and began to bite his robe and body.

Hilbert showed a look of pain. He was suffering from physical damage, but what was even more painful was his heart - why did things turn out like this?

Perhaps, being bitten to death by these soldiers is the way his sins can be washed away?

However, just as he hesitated, his mouth began to bite his neck, his eyes were filled with a bright holy white light column-

The young marquis raised one hand in the air and threw the gods that had fallen from the sky at the place where the Hilbert priest was surrounded by soldiers. The gentle light shone on the body of the soldiers, causing them to jump up in pain, like fish that were so shocked that they jumped out of the water, and then fell down on the spot, twisting back and forth.

In the blink of an eye, the soldiers who were biting the Hilbert sacrifice fell to the ground; those who were bathed in the light were safe and sound, and only the Hilbert sacrifice remained.

The Hilbert priest raised his head and faced the gentle light.

"Danya is here, what should I do?" he said in a trembling voice.

And in that light, the young marquis replied calmly:

"A devout believer, where your faith lies, you already have the answer in your heart, right?"

The old man's expression suddenly stopped, and then a smile gradually appeared on his face. He stood up slowly, his robe was already broken, but at this moment, he felt that he was now more holy than ever before, standing in the Cathedral of St. Helcoent and welcoming the worship of the believers.

"Then... there is only one answer."

He raised the long staff with both hands, then suddenly raised his knees, folding the long staff into two sections on his knees!

"Danya is above, everything I have belonged to Yuanchu, I swear to be loyal to Yuanchu!"

"As for these dirty things that are initially... I will purify them!"

Cyril stared below, and the old man's robe was filled with magic. He threw the broken staff to the ground and stomped the bead at the end of the staff with one foot.

He nodded slightly, then put the necklace back on his chest. As the light of the most advanced god of the Origin God dissipated, his figure had also disappeared from the sky above the Aosaint Emma military camp.

He never expected that this extraordinary battle would evolve to this point. When he recalled the long staff raised by the old man and the "protection" it gave him, his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

This is the long staff from Archbishop Osaint Emma. The protection given by such a long staff is contrary to Yuanchu-he could clearly feel the chaotic aura hidden under the white luster, and such a conspicuous abnormality could conceal the same extraordinary Yuanchu sacrifice.

What exactly do the Osaint Emma people want to do?

Nickel, the Archbishop of O'Saint Emma, ​​is planning something? This chaotic atmosphere that he is no longer unfamiliar with. Could it be that his faith is no longer loyal to Danya, but has turned toward...

Danya’s Negative?

What about the Fortiu who went to Saint-Hercoent?

He suddenly understood why the Yuanchu necklace on his chest responded so proactively at that time - perhaps it was because of a scene that happened in the military camp that activated it.

Only the soul fire of the most loyal believer can make him reborn.

He remembered the golden flames that flashed through his mind again from the north.

And when he looked back at Osaint Emma's military camp, he saw that the golden flames had already burned Osaint Emma's military camp into a sea of ​​fire.

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The people of Osaint Emma who fought on the front line did not know that their home had caught fire, and the commanders of La Rochelle did not know about the changes that occurred in the Osaint Emma military camp.

The soldiers on the front line were all immersed in the battle in front of them. Atsk Angels had a messy hair and bloodshot eyes. He coughed hard a few times to relieve the hoarseness of his throat, and then issued new instructions to the soldiers in front of him:

"Repel the enemy on the northern line and immediately let the earth element mage strengthen the position. How is the situation on the southern line? Draw a team of archers to the southern line to support it, immediately!"

On the map in front of him, the front line representing his position was covered with red forks.

This is definitely the battle that the Amasir army suffered the most - a frontal battlefield of more than 20,000 people. None of them had a sense of cowardice in their hearts. All the advantages gained from taking advantage of the psychological gap between the Aosaint Emma people no longer existed in this battle, leaving only a dignified and frontal collision.

And in such a head-on collision, the Osaint Emma finally showed its strength.

The Dragon-Wing Army, who was the first to enter La Rochelle's formation, killed all directions in Amasir's halberd soldiers. Even though these halberd soldiers were extremely brave, they could not effectively limit these Dragon-Wing Army. The excessive damage to the war exceeded Atsk's expectations, so he could only send Scher's great sword troops to come in a hurry before he could eliminate these Dragon-Wing Army with difficulty.

Even so, such local victory could not make people feel congratulated at all. On average, those Dragon-Winged Army soldiers solved 15 La Rochelles. From the perspective of elite soldiers, such head exchanges may not be outstanding, but for the Amasil Army, such losses are unacceptable.

The Dragon-patterned Wing Army was just a sharp knife from the tens of thousands of Aosaint Emma people. The subsequent Aosaint Emma people did not give their defensive positions at all. The mage group hiding behind cast spells in groups, and immediately detonated the city defense facilities laid at the front, forcing the La Rochelle people to intervene in close combat.

Such a battle is the most boring, but also the most cruel and bloody. Everyone is squeezed together with people. In the chaos, they are unable to guard against each other. They can only focus on the enemy in front of them, constantly blocking with shields and slashing with swords.

But maybe they had just struggled to defeat the enemy in front of them, who was not as powerful as them, and then they were killed by a knife from the side.

If this is an encounter on the plain, perhaps Atsk would command the team to fight and retreat, and through pulling and team dispatching, through advantages such as their own archers, they would regain their advantages bit by bit.

However, they were already in a defensive position at this time, and every point in the entire defense line was under great pressure. All he could do was to constantly count the war damage, and then send the soldiers from behind to the front line to let them block every vacant hole.

"Where is the Earth Dragon? Where is the Earth Dragon of Osaint Emma? Haven't the charge started yet?"

Atsk grabbed his hair and began to ask loudly.

"No, their Earth Dragon Legion seems to be on standby." Memphira replied.

"Don't you think this is strange?" Atsk straightened his waist and frowned: "At this time, isn't their earth dragon rushing up and tearing the gap? The long-range firepower is insufficient to suppress these earth dragons, and the city defense facilities are also destroyed. If they don't move now, when will they want to waste?"

"These ground dragons don't move, and the troops specifically used to target ground dragons cannot be mobilized - damn, why are they so disgusting!"

Atsk paced back and forth in the barracks. He did have troops specifically used to fight the earth dragons, including the Panthan Shield Guards, and the Great Sword Battalion equipped with new equipment. These troops must rest and recuperate to ensure that they can stand up and prevent the front from collapsing when the most lethal earth dragon charges.

In disguise, these troops were "locked" by the Osaint Emma people - the Earth Dragon of Osaint Emma did not charge, and these troops could not be mobilized at will, but the gaps in other places were real!

And just as Atsk was anxious, a messenger rushed into the military camp and shouted loudly before he even stood firm:

"General Angels, it's not good!"

"The Second Legion, the Second Legion's front, collapsed!"
Chapter completed!