To ignite the flames of war on the enemy's territory is a kind of proactive advantage. In addition, the purpose is pure destruction, so there are no taboos and it will be comfortable no matter how you fight. As for the other party, it is like an iron bucket leaking water everywhere.
As for the blacksmith who was forced to scramble, Gu Dong couldn't think about the other side and was extremely anxious.
However, Luo Ling knew that this was still not enough, not enough for a full-scale war between Nisar and Rosal to break out.
The dark bat flapped its wings vigorously, carrying its new owner higher into the sky.
The climb was not fast, and we still had to face the howling wind that could be described as crazy. We were surrounded by endless mist and flying snow that felt like grains of sand on our bodies. Only the street lights in the city below seemed like
It is a sign on the runway to guide the landing, and it is like the gems on the necklace, emitting light, making the city more than just a giant covered with snow.
There are not many Nisar Sky Knights in the air, and no one can clearly see the scenery two hundred meters away in this kind of weather. The Nisar Sky Knights have to choose to fly at a low altitude of more than 100 meters.
, in order to carry out the mission of finding traces of Luo Ling and his gang members. This situation allowed Luo Ling to reach his destination, Stani Palace, without any interception or hindrance.
Stani (the place of origin) was originally the royal capital of the Nisar people. Twenty years ago, this generation of kings defied all opinions and expanded the large town in the center of the Zenala Basin in the central and eastern region of the kingdom into a new royal capital.
, named it Zebnall (Blessed Place), and moved the capital fifteen years ago. Once he left, he never came back here again.
Luo Ling didn't know what the secret was, but he knew that in the palace area of Stani's palace, there was the church of the oldest evil god Theos.
In a world with faith and gods, the most unethical thing is to offend the majesty of the gods. Religious wars definitely take precedence over kingdom wars, and Luo Ling wants to slap Thios hard in the face and destroy him in the world.
The foundation of faith in the world, and then returned to the kingdom of the Rosal people in triumph. Since he confirmed that Ofala and Derit were in cahoots, and that he also had a fifth-level concubine, he no longer insisted on taking Offala's head.
Okay. When prepared, it is very difficult for a fifth-level player to kill another fifth-level player, not to mention that the other party has two strong reinforcements.
Under Luo Ling's instruction, the dark bat suddenly turned over in the air. Luo Ling escaped from the situation and fell to the target on the ground like an aerial bomb. Boom! The fountain pool in the center of the small square of the church was in a mess, and the stone statue of Thius was in a mess.
The upper half of his body was broken into countless pieces. In the water mist that flew away, Luo Ling's majestic body stood up, with bright blue eyes that exuded smoke-like light and mist, and were extremely thick and textured.
The shining battle armor exudes blood-red light and has a double-edged sickle with black lightning flying around the blade. Against the whistling wind and snow and a blood moon, it seems like the God of War has come to the world, with unparalleled power.
Ouch...
Howling is a characteristic of Rosal's mixed-race people. He screams when he is happy, howls when he is unhappy, howls in bed, howls on the battlefield, and now of course he has to howl when he is angry. However, Luo Ling feels that just being able to howl is not enough.
, the simple Qinglang Howling Moon lacked the shock effect, so while barking, he stepped on it hard.
Stamp of Destruction! This is a typical skill for high-level warriors. It is like wasting water. There is a big gap between those who play well and those who play poorly. Luo Ling is obviously good at playing and has a soul, which makes him have a better understanding of the body.
, and the control of the power possessed by this body has reached an absolutely perfect standard. When he stepped down, it was like detonating a detonator. First, the rock brick ground with a radius of five meters exploded and shattered, and then the soil rippled outward like ripples in water.
It spread layer by layer, and dust and stone chips mixed with the snow on the ground flew into the sky. It gradually subsided until most of the square was destroyed.
"Ah!" As he shouted, it was an old Nisar priest who rushed up first, holding only a staff in his hand.
At this moment, there is no mercy!
The howling soul danced, making a soul-stirring sharp sound. It cut the old priest and the staff in his hand into two pieces, and raised a purple-red blood flag. The light of the human soul was sucked away. When the body fell to the ground, the bones
It looked like a mummy that had dried up for thousands of years.
Climbing up the steps, bang! bang! bang! Every step Luo Ling took was extremely heavy. Not only did the rocky steps shatter and crack, but also clouds of dust and snow burst up, which was full of power.
Choke! Choke! The temple warriors swooped over. The biggest difference between these two-sword-wielding temple warriors and ordinary soldiers was that they were covered with a layer of purple-black light, which was the power given by the gods. They were covered by silver-blue armor.
One lining, exceptionally conspicuous.
Another difference from ordinary warriors is that piety is very important to temple warriors. At least half of their combat power comes from divine gifts, so Luo Ling has no strength lower than three among the temple warriors who rush towards him.
On the stairs, I wasn’t surprised at all.
Dang! Dang!... The six holy warriors were spinning around Luo Ling like a windmill, and they were constantly launching attacks. Their figures were flying in the void. Luo Ling found that these guys all had two kinds of magic effects solidified.
The Holy Light of Weakness and the Holy Light of Plague. Of course, this Holy Light is not the other Holy Light. Any god will declare that only he is the true and holy Lord, and the others are false and evil, so the devil will not call himself a devil.
The spell is not called weak and evil light.
Both of these spells have area-of-effect effects, just like stepping on the aura of the Hell Seal, but for Luo Ling, who has a high-level dark energy shield, these spells have no effect at all.
In addition, the paladin is a profession with divine spells, but spells such as blindness, deafness, panic, and despair are meaningless to Luo Ling. The body of darkness is immune to such spells, and Luo Ling, who has a blazing black light on his body, is equivalent to
The body of darkness. In this way, there are not many techniques left, evil sword techniques, poison attacks, and then brute force techniques, powerful radiance techniques... The six paladins have not been idle, and the more they fight, the more they fight.
Brilliant. The effect of powerful radiance + silver-green armor is indeed good, and the advanced magic weapons have indeed increased the power of their weapons a lot, made them more brilliant, and made them less fragile. Unfortunately, these are just
The essence of saving face is that from beginning to end, the six holy warriors failed to stop Luo Ling's progress.
The paladins of Thius are relatively durable. They can heal themselves, endure elemental damage, and can also use the Deep Darkness spell. Their divine grace shield allows them to defend against level 5 energy for a period of time.
The defense is comparable. But today, this cannot be the reason for them to live forever, because they encounter real killers who have grown up from countless bloody battles.
When the effect of the divine grace shield disappeared, the paladins began to dance with death. Luo Ling's counterattacks and attacks were very fierce and fierce. In the past, he would trade his own injuries for the lives of his opponents.
In order to end the battle quickly, now, ordinary existences are no longer qualified to make the battle so brutal. The armor and shield can help him launch those seemingly powerful attacks, and what he has to do is how to use this to
Deal a fatal blow to the opponent.
Ding dong! Poof! Ah!
Ding dong! Chi! Ah...
From time to time, a paladin was killed in fierce battles. The blood flag that suddenly floated in the light ball when the blade hit was the prayer of death. Bodies were scattered along the steps, and the blood and the sharp blade were still shining with magic light and cold light.
The wind and snow can only blow the blood of the dead. The holy warriors regard death as home. It is impossible for Luo Ling to explain to them clearly the fact that there is no kingdom of God to go to after they die. Fighting, death, defense and destruction, this is where it is.
Theme of.
More paladins rushed over from all directions and died generously. As Luo Ling continued to climb higher and approached the temple in the center of the church, the madness of the paladins also increased. They no longer considered whether the spell was effective or not.
When considering technology, they only considered how to use flesh and blood to stop Luo Ling's progress. The death blow appeared, the burning life appeared, and what else? Condensing the ultimate move at close range, they did not regard Luo Ling as a fool.
And only half of the companions could have a fatal impact on Luo Ling.
"This is the power of faith. One after another, risking one's life! A group, a country, a kingdom of God, a legend, without such a glorious scene, would be bleak and imperfect. There would be no cohesion. Heroic, tragic,
Sacrifice can be sung and wept. A kind of power is forged and passed on in such history, gradually supporting the backbone of a race. This is greatness, this is legend."
Ouch! The bravery of the Paladins of Thius fully awakened Luo Ling's fighting spirit. Black light erupted from Luo Ling's body, like a fluttering flag. His howling soul was held high, and he used the most courageous fighting method to "bravely".
'Salute. The battle has entered a super intense stage. Bright lights representing the loss of life are lit up on the stone steps, in front of the main hall, and in the main hall. Blood flags are dancing in the void. People are dying and coming up.
, the smooth and translucent floor was robbed of its luster by blood stains and corpses, the thick, beautifully carved temple pillars were corroded by dark energy, and were cut with deep marks by the flying swords, with blood and corpses all the way, when Luo Ling stood in the temple.
In the center, when the last paladin was beheaded by the sickle, Luo Ling's whole body was stained red with blood, some of his own, but more of the enemy's.
The church bells echoed in the wind and snow, calling God's believers to defend the temple. This is the last moment.
In front of the tall and majestic statue of Thius is the last line of defense composed of priests and devout believers who are constantly coming, a real line of defense of flesh and blood.
Pray! Holy Light! The power of faith becomes the magic force that guides the most powerful force at this moment. Bishop-level priests become the inheritors of the gathered energy and become dazzling light energy bombs, shouting slogans of devotion.
Rush towards Luo Ling.
"Extinguish the holy light, it will no longer last forever!" Holding his howling soul high, Luo Ling howled out his declaration of will.
Boom! Boom! Boom! There were dazzling explosions, tumbling clouds of light, and storms formed by energy fluctuations raging everywhere. The temple was crumbling in the constant vibrations, and stone dust fell straight down. It seemed that
It will collapse at any time. As Luo Ling continues to advance, the center of the explosion continues to move forward, and the believers who were originally shaken by energy fluctuations and cannot stand even if they hold hands begin to suffer more and more casualties.
Many people were blown away, spitting blood, but they still prayed loudly and made one suicide bomb after another to stop Luo Ling's footsteps. When the bombs were gone, people came up, first level, second level
, facing the fifth level, it is like riding a bicycle to hit a train, and it is the same as dying, but these people just want to squeeze the wheel, hoping that a miracle will happen and the train will derail.
Faced with pressure, Train said that he was very calm and he could crush him all the way. There is no mercy in killing, and the war of faith is about you and me killing each other without any compromise. Kill! One thousand kills one thousand, one thousand
Kill ten thousand, kill ten thousand, kill them all.
Click! The howling soul let out a shrill roar and slashed through the statue, taking away all the light from the statue.
Bang! The sickle's cone handle hit the ground of the temple violently, and cracks spread from the point of impact to the surroundings. At the same time, this sound seemed to be a signal. The flames in all the holy fire basins in the temple turned into light and were drawn out from all directions.
Gathered in the howling soul.
Tsk! Behind Luo Ling, the smooth and hard statue turned into dirt and fell into pieces. Everything inside the temple lost its original color, just like an ancient temple that had been in disrepair for many years.
Ah... Aucilia, who came with all her strength after hearing the church bells, let out a scream and fell from the roof while running. Thick black smoke was rising from her body. She didn't know she thought she was a robot.
I lost my temper and blew my own fuse.
"Ocelia!"
"Ocelia!"
O'Fala and Derit exclaimed almost at the same time, turned around quickly, threw themselves down, and helped Aucilia up together, but the eyes that looked at each other were shining like blades.
Aucilia was covered in mud and snow, her forehead was bruised, and her absolutely beautiful face was pale. She gasped: "The temple, the temple has been captured!"
Yes, at this moment, the temple was truly captured. From the perspective of the enemy, it was desecrated. The church bells had lost their original shock and majesty, and the temple had completely lost its brightness. Many of them
The believers who were still coming on the road knelt down and cried, much worse than the crying of their dead parents.
"You're crying! You didn't even know that you were frozen by Li Daitao!" Luo Ling cursed after hearing the cry. Luo Ling didn't know until the last moment that there was another existence hidden in the statue of Natius.
"I said that a magic weapon can steal the souls of believers from gods. It turns out to be a worse fake pretending to be the original fake. It's an advantage for you." Luo Ling glanced at the howling soul in his hand.
The howling soul is undergoing a new transformation at this moment. The heads condensed on the blade of the sickle are all ups and downs and howling, as if they are undergoing some kind of boiling torture; and the overall shape of the sickle is also changing, the kind of forged
All traces have disappeared, and it looks like it has grown. It is full of natural lines and patterns. The handle of the sickle has been completely crystallized, and black bone veins are irregularly wrapped around the handle.
, the inside is like a heart, beating with blood-red light. The most interesting thing is that the head part of the sickle is further opened. The curved blade of the sickle looks like a monster's teeth growing out of the gums, and on the head
In the center, an eye appeared, whirling around, not knowing what it was looking at. The black lightning on the blade disappeared, replaced by blue light dust that was constantly drifting, like fluorescent light evaporated by heat.
Pink, there is a kind of strange beauty.
Walking out of the temple, shaking off the blood on his body with a typical mane-shaking action, Luo Ling stood in the empty field in front of the temple in the wind and snow, and glanced at the surrounding corners with hateful eyes.
His Nisar people have severely trampled on their beliefs today. In the future, these people will inflict the fury of hatred on all Rosal people, not just him, and some others will become him
There is no need to kill these people, the majestic communicators.
With his eyes closed and breathing the cold air, Luo Ling had already sensed the approach of three powerful forces. Three fifth-level people from Stany City had arrived.
From a distance, I saw Luo Ling standing in the empty space in front of the palace. The three fifth-level people had different thoughts. The one with mixed feelings was Derrit.
"This was originally his ally, a weapon used to deal with Ofala. Suddenly, everything changed. Now thinking about it, it's really inexplicable. Why did he give up the goal he has been pursuing for so many years for a woman?
What? It’s like being charmed...charmed!?" Derit cast a secret sidelong glance at Aucilia, feeling that her pretty face was no longer as alluring as he remembered...
O'Fala always thought that Luo Ling was a thief, a rat, someone who could only do small things secretly and would never be able to reach the level of elegance. However, when he met Luo Ling, he realized that he was wrong. The arrogant Luo Lingxiang held a sickle
The war flag fluttering like a majestic mountain, like a god of war, like a king, but not like a thief. There is no trace of wretchedness on him, but only a breathtaking majesty. In front of him