Realizing that it would not be her turn to join the battle for a while, Nimidona immediately raised her hands to manipulate the natural energy, using vines to weave a swing full of colorful flowers, and then she sat on it as gracefully as a forest elf.

Shake.

Several birds and animals seemed to be attracted by the energy, landing on her shoulders or at her feet, presenting a beautiful scene of life and nature coexisting in harmony.

Even if there was Wilmes, the unsightly red dragon of purgatory, next to him, it did not make the little animals feel frightened or intimidated at all.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the result of the powerful divine-like aura of the natural god's servant completely covering the dragon's power.

Although there was a hint of longing in the eyes of the succubus Loli, she hesitated for a moment and decided to stay with her master, snuggling in his arms motionless, as well-behaved as a delicate and beautiful doll.

But it is a pity that Atona's flattering performance did not attract Zuo Si's attention at all.

The latter's attention has been completely focused on Zhentil Castle in the distance and the descending incarnation of Cyric.

As the voice of the woman standing on the high platform became louder and louder, her mental state became more and more crazy, and the entire "Hyrik Sutra" was quickly read out.

But when she closed the book and started reciting words praising the Prince of Lies loudly, the only ones who responded were those guys behind her who had already been brainwashed.

The defenders on the city walls, city gates and arrow towers all looked like they were looking at fools, lunatics or lunatics. Instead of having fanatical beliefs on their faces, they were filled with disgust.

Fuzuoer Qianberry even mocked mercilessly: "That's it?

Is this the final resort you have prepared for me and the entire Zhentil Keep?

A ridiculous farce?

It seems you are still as superficial as before!

I don’t know what true faith is at all!

Now, let me show you why Bane, the great god of tyranny, still has so many mortals willing to follow his footsteps after his death.

Because we fear the Dark Lord!

Awe of his power!

Believe in and practice his philosophy!

Only dictatorship and tyranny have the highest efficiency and can make the world a better place!

But what about you?

What else do you have besides these rabble and the ignorant people who have been brainwashed by lies?

If one day you decline or die, will these people continue to serve you?

The answer is obviously no!

So it is simply a daydream for us to give up our faith in Bane and serve you instead.

Zhentil Keep is the holy place of the great Dark Lord!

The mortals here will never give in, let alone give up their beliefs!"

It has to be said that although Fuzoul Chamberry is sinister, cunning, evil, and has an almost pathological fascination with power, his faith is indeed very firm and has never wavered from beginning to end.

Especially at a critical moment like now, even when faced with the incarnation of a hostile god, he did not flinch at all.

"No!!!!!! This is absolutely impossible! How can you withstand the power of the artifact!"

Seeing that his carefully planned performance ended in an ugly failure, Cyric suddenly began to burst into incompetent rage like crazy.

I saw him fly directly to the high platform, push the woman wearing a skull mask and having a very high priest level to one side, take the "Cyric Sutra" from her hand and turn it over again.

After confirming that the power above had not faded or disappeared, he stared at his two eyes with terrifying light and asked: "What have you done?"

"Haha, what gave you the illusion that I would answer this question?"

The corners of Fuzoer Chambery's mouth turned up slightly and he sneered.

"You're looking for death!"

Cyric was obviously very angry. He didn't care about the unspoken rules of the battle between the gods. He raised his hand and wanted to use his extraordinary power to kill this bastard who dared to embarrass himself again and again.

As a powerful divine power that combines all the divine functions of the three gods of death, he possesses a series of "extraordinary divine powers" such as [Hand of Death], [Life Extraction], [Divine Impact], [Destructive Strike], [Life and Death], etc.

In particular, [Hand of Death] and [Seize Life and Death] are extraordinary divine powers that can only be possessed by masters of the "Death" priesthood.

Their characteristic is that as long as the target is a mortal and does not have divine power, quasi-divine power, divinity, or divine sparks in his body, then no matter how high his professional level, basic attributes, or how many powerful legendary protective magics he has blessed himself with,

The result will basically be death in an instant.

This chasm-like gap is the most realistic portrayal of the contrast in power between mortals and gods. It is also the motivation for countless powerful spellcasters to desire to become gods.

But just when Cyric's hand began to flash with the black divine power symbolizing death, another god also suddenly descended into an incarnation.

He is not another god, but the successor of the self-proclaimed god of tyranny. He is also the son of Bane's god. Xvimu currently maintains between weak and medium divine power.

The main reason why this god with a half-demon appearance appears is to protect his main source of faith in the mortal world.

Otherwise, if Cyric even knocks on the door without any response, and just sits and watches Zhentil Keep be conquered or destroyed, then no one will be willing to follow and believe in him in the future.

"Xivem? How dare you show up!"

Cyric raised his chin in surprise, showing a very surprised expression.

"I order you to leave immediately! This is not your territory!"

Xivimu issued a stern warning.

Generally speaking, in order to avoid a direct confrontation between gods, both parties should take a step back at this time.

But the crazy Cyric didn't care about this at all. After letting out a burst of ear-piercing laughter, he rushed forward and took the lead in attacking.

Xivimu had no choice but to fight.

As a result, when the incarnations of the two gods collided together, the terrifying divine power instantly tore apart the sky, the earth, and everything within a thousand meters.

The next second...

Boom!!!!!!!!!

Accompanied by deafening loud noises and explosions, the terrifying energy impact turned the indestructible walls of Zhentil Castle into dust in an instant.

The defenders above were so dead that not even ashes were left.

Seeing that their god had started a war, the crazy believers who believed in Cyric also drew their weapons and shouted slogans, launching a full-scale attack on Zhentil Castle, which was unwilling to surrender.

Since they numbered more than 8,000 people, far more than the defenders in the city, when the charge was launched, they looked like roaring waves.

"Come on! Kill these infidels!"

"For the great prince of lies!"

"For the supreme and only true God!"

"Kill everything alive in this city!"

"Use killing, blood, death and corpses to make those who still believe in false gods understand that this is their fate."

Suddenly, the sky above Zhentil Castle was filled with loud shouts of killing.

Due to the large number and the loss of the protection of the city wall, Zhentil Castle was unable to completely stop the enemy's attack. They could only use squadrons and squads as units to fight fierce street battles in the city.

These lunatics and lunatics have no sense at all. They basically kill whatever they see.

Countless civilians, elderly people, women and children who were hiding in the house were also dragged out of the house and their intestines and stomachs were dismembered in an extremely cruel and cruel way.

Internal organs, heads, stumps and broken arms...

Dark red plasma covered almost every corner of the streets and alleys.

Some victims had half of their intestines pulled out, and they were struggling to crawl on the ground while wailing in pain.

Obviously, Cyric's followers are not here to conquer and occupy this city, but to completely destroy it.

In addition, the fire magic released during the battle quickly ignited the houses and spread quickly among the wooden buildings.

Blood and fire!

Fight and kill!

Pain and death!

Although the scale is far less than a brutal bloody battle, for a war that takes place on the main material plane for mortals, this is already quite bloody and terrifying.

The residents of Zhentil Castle, who have long been accustomed to being the only ones to invade and bully other countries and towns, tasted the taste of karma for the first time.

The chaos caused by the war also caused order and law to disappear.

Many nobles and wealthy businessmen who usually liked to exploit slaves were killed by slaves who escaped from the chaos, and even suffered inhuman abuse and torture before death.

Not only that!

The slaves who had suppressed their anger also snatched weapons and armor to arm themselves, and then carried out destruction, arson, robbery, and rape in the city, venting all the anger accumulated in their hearts.

At this moment, the dark side of human nature is vividly reflected in this war.

In particular, the two incarnations of gods fighting in the sky are both from the evil camp, so the divine power they release also affects the mortals below to some extent.

But none of them noticed that when all Cyric's believers poured into the streets and alleys of the city, all the sacrificial circles hidden under the buildings were activated.

Almost at the same time, Fuzor Chambery also issued orders to churches everywhere to start holding grand ceremonies for Bane, the god of tyranny.
To be continued...