The 100-meter-tall avatar raised his arms, and the mask on the false god's face grew in size at the same time, and the strong wind surrounded his skin and hair as he raised it.

Facing the powerful power of holy light, the false god did not choose to use holy weapons or artifacts. He was arrogant and confident, and did not take the pope who had not become a god into his eyes. He intended to use his fist blessed by divine power to smash the sacred giant sword of light.

, showing his divine power with powerful divine power.

The roaring breath of the incarnation swallows up the light and wind like a flame. Under the blessing of the false god, Asmolo no longer has to endure the sting of light and wind. The totem is still releasing blessings due to the power of Asmaro. He, Kenyon and the Bull Head

At the same time, people used the orc language to sing the praises of God loudly, dedicate their loyalty to faith, and ask the false gods to solve the crisis in the Wind Roaring Plains.

Asmoro offered his loyalty, but he also had selfish motives. With the props lent by Ryan, he hoped that the false god would go well, but also hoped that he would not go well.

Asmara was not sure about what happened next. He believed more in the true beast god. That was the beginning of the beastmen.

Seeing the movements of the false god's incarnation, the Pope still hid in the dark and took no obvious action. He accurately controlled the power of the holy sword and peeped at everything secretly.

The giant sword surrounded by the holy light remained in a falling posture, condensing its bright luster, and no longer had the majesty of tearing apart the clouds. The surrounding airflow also became docile from the rapid attack because it stayed in the air for too long.

Both False God and Ryan can clearly sense that the number of powerful alien races coming to the Wind Roaring Plains is still increasing.

The faith of the strong is more valuable than the weak. Not everyone is qualified to witness miracles.

The soul, consciousness and incarnation of the pseudo-god are thinking at the same frequency. When most orcs and foreign strongmen approach the tauren tribe and can see the giant avatar that is hundreds of meters high, the pseudo-god is unwilling to wait any longer.

The violent wind caused by pure force wrapped around his fists, and the false god looked coldly at the holy sword in front of him.

The mask on the face of the incarnation grew larger with the size of the body. The gap cracked, but the beast god did not open his mouth. His eyes were cold and noble. The giant tauren descended like a god, and the divine words were like the violent thunder of the sky. With the force of thunder, he struck hard.

It strikes all those who are not believers in the beast god, and resounds tenderly in the hearts of all believers.

All the beings who were close to the Wind Roaring Plain heard the divine words at the same time, and all had different reactions due to the divine power.

Asmoro, Kenyon and Demidor's beliefs are not completely loyal, and they have not gained much. The surrounding tauren who regard false gods as true beast gods have temporarily lost their power at the moment.

increase.

As for the Pope, among the humans and aliens approaching the Wind Roaring Plains, they all received varying degrees of serious injuries and gifts due to the divine words. Only Ryan and Baroque were not affected by the divine words.

The words of God not only ring in the soul, but also echo in the wind-whispering plains.

Baroque turned the flower of time, suppressed curiosity and doubt in his heart, and recorded the words of the false god...everything around him with Ryan.

Asmoro pulled out the totem, used his soul to strengthen his voice, and conveyed it to the farther reaches of the Wind Roaring Plain. He raised his head to face the incarnation of the false god and revealed the true secret loudly, "Great god, I have not yet been able to fully reveal it.

The evil of the Pope. Not only the sins I just mentioned, he also imprisoned the lord of the City of Light, trained many Knights of Light, and built a new City of Light in secret.

The Pope ordered the Knights of Light to capture the powerful aliens..."

The sky stirred the clouds again, and when the true secret was revealed, the Pope was already angry.

To prevent more important secrets from being known by more alien races, the shining holy light will occupy the sky.

The light condensed into a barrier, and the beast god stood still.

The Pope changed his original plan and took control of the light to block the Howling Plains, preventing more aliens and powerful people from approaching.

Before almost everyone could react, a barrier of holy light was formed in an instant.

The aliens approaching had heard Asmara's words just now, but due to the formation of the light barrier, they could not get close or listen to the requests and secrets.

Baroque had shrunk in size, with only half of his head exposed outside the cloak. Seeing the barrier of holy light formed, he felt a little itchy.

Just when Baroque was about to put down the Flower of Time, Ryan easily guessed his thoughts and kicked him gently.

Baroque: "?"

"How dare you?" Barok turned around and looked up at Ryan, and angrily asked Ryan's mind through the props: "How dare you kick a demon lord with your feet -?"

He is going to be angry, unforgivable, this is a great humiliation for the devil!

"Shh." Ryan didn't even raise his head, ignoring Baroque's little anger. His eyes under the hood calmly stared at the incarnation of the false god. He spoke very fast, but it was all conveyed to Baroque's mind in just a few seconds. "In the moment when the Pope condensed the barrier just now,

, where I have discovered fluctuations in light, the false gods must also be able to detect them.

The Pope will prevent the aliens from approaching. His thoughts have changed, but he has not yet taken any real action against the false gods. I guess he is firmly waiting for his original decision, which must be an extremely dangerous plan or a plan that can determine victory.

Baroque, trust me, don't do anything for now, just listen to my instructions.

If I can go smoothly, maybe you can taste the taste of a powerful soul, successfully be promoted to the Demon Lord, and have the qualifications to become the Demon King, or obtain the title of Lord."

"!"

It only took Baroque 01 seconds to change his mind. He looked at Ryan and turned his head back, looking seriously at the tauren standing in front of the holy sword, "Michelle, my friend, you are so kind."

It was easy for Barok to be promoted to the Demon Lord. If it weren't for Cyril, he would have been able to successfully break through after a while.

The Demon King and the title Monarch, this is the pursuit of all demons and dark creatures.

Although Ryan tried to stop him and was kicked just now, Baroque was not really angry inside. It was just that he was hiding in Ryan's cloak at the moment and felt a little bit embarrassed by the devil.

but--

Since Ryan can talk about this kind of work at this moment, Baroque can be 100% sure that Ryan must have detailed and specific plans and ideas, and there is a high probability that he will succeed.

Compared to the status of the Demon King and the title monarch, what is the shame?

The hypocritical devil is never shameless, he can force himself to be hypocritical.

No shame.

Just to make Ryan's plan smoother, and not to be a hindrance demon, Baroque kept the record of the flower of time, stared at the incarnation of the false god who was about to take action, and asked Ryan's mind before the false god was about to take action: "Michelle

, the soul you are referring to is the false god or the pope?”

Ryan: "What do you think?"

Baroque pursed his lips slightly, "Of course I want them all."

Ryan: "That's a bit difficult. You can wait until you become stronger before trying again. The incarnation of the false god has his soul and cannot let the Pope succeed."

Baroque sighed regretfully but not very regretfully. He is a devil who is easily satisfied and is not greedy.

The bright barrier is like a shower curtain falling from the sky. It connects the earth and the sky from the center of the holy sword to a range of 100 meters. It seems soft but tough, and almost all foreigners who want to enter the Minotaur tribe without the permission of the Pope are blocked.

Block them all.

Ryan ended his communication with Baroque and told Asmoro more secrets.

Asmoro's face was covered with all kinds of wonderful magic patterns, and his eyes were sincere, making it impossible for others to see that he was still talking to Ryan while offering his loyalty.

At the moment when the radiant barrier condensed, Asmara, knowing that his voice could not be heard, closed his lips tightly. The totem maintained the power of the soul, making people believe fervently and look at the incarnation of the false god with pious awe.

The false god enjoyed this feeling very much. His eyes moved slightly and looked at the surrounding light barrier. He snorted arrogantly and mocked: "Such a weak light actually wants to block the will of God. Weak existences are always delusional.

Ambition achieved.”

The moment he finished speaking, the incarnation of the false god slowly turned his arms towards the holy sword and accelerated, rolling up like a substantial storm as if it could tear apart the gravity of space.

Accompanied by two space cracks tearing apart on the left and right at the same time, the fist wind bombardment of entangled divine power struck one after another.

The barrier of light cannot stop the power of the false god. In the space crack caused by the fist wind, the power of light can block the approaching alien race but cannot resist the false god. It is shattered in an instant by the burst of power of the fist wind.

At the moment when the barrier was broken, the powerful aliens and humans who were blocked from the barrier all felt the power of the gods, but they still fearlessly entered the tribe.

"O great god!"

When the wind with the broken barrier flows again, Asmolo once again faces the incarnation of the false god and prepares to reveal his sin. The sound expanded by the power of the soul, and under the control of Violet, who arrives on the bird of wind, the wind blows Asmolo.

The conversation between Moro and the false god was conveyed further afield.

The Pope withdrew his gaze, secretly seizing the storm, and letting the broken light suppress the sound.

Kenyon stood behind Asmoro, holding a double-edged giant ax to chop the light. Under the secret guidance of Ryan, he used his body and the fervent blood will of the orcs to block Asmoro from the power of light and the power of darkness.

power to prevent light from invading the orc consciousness.

"The lichs and black magicians hiding underground seem to have started cooperating with the Pope again because the Pope took the initiative to attack the false gods and have not yet been defeated...or because they had to take action due to the Pope's promise."

Baroque said, "Michelle, aren't you going to help the Tauren? You are their future lord. If you don't do anything now, won't it have an impact in the future?"

"Don't worry, with Kenyon and Asmoro here, they are the real core of the Tauren tribe." Ryan, "They are just false gods. False gods cannot take away the faith of the true god. His arrogance will be discussed later.

When facing the Pope, he will definitely pay a heavy price."

Baroque: "When are you going to take action?"

"It is the best choice for the Pope to take action at this moment. When the false gods pay a heavy price for the Pope, that is my best time."

Ryan, "Except for me, you Tauren...the Pope and the Lich, no one knows that it is a false god who has come. It has been a long time since a god came to the mainland. Now that a god has come to the world, it will definitely attract many people who are interested in gods."

Those who need it.

If they haven't asked for the blessings and gifts from the gods... they see the pope killing the gods in an attempt to devour the souls of the gods and let himself destroy the gods. Of course, he may become more greedy after defeating the false gods, and he will be attracted here

The strong ones devour it to make themselves become gods faster.

But if he only defeated the incarnation of the false god, but failed to devour his soul... As a mysterious businessman who has the blessing of the gods and calls for the presence of the gods, the Pope disrespects the gods and attempts to use other people's lives to achieve his ambitions. Do you think that at that time?

Between me and the Pope, with the help of dragons, feathers, dwarves, orcs, angels and elves, whose words are more credible?"

"No need to ask, it must be you. The Pope must not trust you because you don't like to make friends." Baroque's voice rose, "It's just that among the many races, you seem to have missed the devil?"

Baroque sounded proud, "You can gain the friendship of the demon lord, that will make you more trustworthy."

"Huh?" Ryan's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was deliberately surprised, "That's because I accidentally missed it. I'm really sorry. After all, I think the friendship of a demon lord or a king will definitely have a higher level of trust than the demon lord."
To be continued...