“So cold.”

This is the first feeling of the clergy in the Fallen Temple Panmera Hall, who came to this edge.

Compared with the four seasons that were once a human star curtain, the night sky is maintained between 25 degrees Celsius and 35 degrees Celsius all year round, which is a tropical climate.

His Highness, the Lord of the Fallen Temple, has eleven sub-houses, and Panmera is one of them.

At this moment, after receiving a briefing from the Yamara War Tribe's request for help and the secret oracle of the great fallen god personally descending, Panmera Temple took all the clergymen that the temple could summon in a short time to rush to the edge of this area between the Thousand Face Temple and the Fallen Temple.

For this emergency trial, a total of about 200 clergy blood descendants were dispatched.

In addition, there are hundreds of derivative beasts.

This is also all the high-level clergy and war background that the Panmera Temple can temporarily dispatch. Each bloodline is enough to compete with the strength of a level 3 creature.

As for the Madman Guard, it was thrown far behind due to speed, and it took some time to rush to set the destination.

The mission time is urgent, and the senior clergy blood transgender can only move forward one step ahead.

Most of them have been more or less blessed and protected by the fallen God.

This is due to the fact that the fallen God is a new god. The prayer of believers has not completely submerged its spiritual consciousness, and has completely reduced him to a human-shaped weapon of law warfare. Almost every once in a while, he will come to oracles more or less, and even personally come to miracles.

But as time goes by, the time when the fallen God descends is undoubtedly getting shorter and shorter.

The high priest looked at the crow in the form of blood transmigration behind the team.

The crow had extremely dark and smooth feathers, without any strange tumor distortion, and was full of energy. He was riding on the back of a higher-level derivative beast, closing his eyes to rest.

Sudden.

The crow seemed to notice the high priest's gaze, and it opened its eyes.

"I read fear from your eyes."

High Priest Panmera is a blood-borne in the form of a rotten beetle with three pairs of tentacles on his head. He said in a low voice: "Reason tells me that since that catastrophe, we have weakened too much and it is difficult to compete with the human holy See."

"But this is our home. Tell me, are you still willing to fulfill your original promises and give your own everything to protect the fallen faith?"

The crow stretched out his wings and sucked a few wisps of snow from the sky.

The white snowflakes on its feathers were contaminated into darkness in a short moment. Its eyes seemed to have corrosive spiritual power, and everything that was touched by the degeneration, degenerating it into a state of laziness.

"I'm willing to give everything for it."

After receiving the beetle's answer, the crow nodded, very calm.

It does not have the emotional turmoil of the blood-borne clans, and even the emotions in the face of death gradually fade. This is the price of using the prayer of hundreds of millions of believers as food and obtaining the divine power of the law.

While enslaving believers with doctrine faith, it will eventually become what the believers think.

There are only a dozen kilometers left.

The blood descendants of the clergy can even sense the energy aura filled with fierce oppression, as well as the creepy and terrifying source of frost deep in the blood mist, the source of the law of frost, and a huge giant peeking at the little spot here, slowly approaching.

But for the crow, the confrontation with the reckless and powerful evil god who entered the phoenix eye had already begun.

The two sides are getting closer.

finally.

With the emergence of two pure metal war kings of more than ten meters, a row of pure metal war weapons of different shapes were like a solid city wall, blocking the face of many blood. They looked behind the banned magic array that had already begun to take shape in the distance. Dozens of anthropologists stood high and protected the ice crystal giant who had already squeezed into the wind wall behind them. His arms were trying their best to grasp everything in front of them, trying to get in the back of their bodies as well.

All blood is suffocated.

“Yamara…”

The Peacock Blood Announced, who took the painter's will to the Fallen Temple for reinforcements, witnessed the blood nest that had become ruins, and couldn't help but scream.

Such tears came from the heart, and even the clergy who were traveling with him couldn't help but feel some sympathy.

Sympathy, what a luxury.

It is not easy to appear in these clergy.

But as for the fallen god whose spiritual will is gradually eroded by believers, when he is becoming a law weapon to protect believers, he has long regarded the lower blood as the livestock he raises, and is just devouring spiritual prayers as food.

Therefore, it has almost no emotional fluctuation in this blood nest that has gathered for its believers.

It's like looking at a stone, dull.

"Break through the defense line and guard the faith! This is the time when it is most vulnerable, and the best chance to defeat it."

A black column of light suddenly soared into the sky.

Invisible ripples spread, and the fallen god issued a war of faith.

The law of depravity erodes the hearts of every clergy. They are willing to fall into depravity. In order to protect their faith and sacrifice everything they have, they launch a desperate charge.

Boom, boom.

The pure metal war weapon developed by Vladik makes dull footsteps when stepping on the ground.

The derivative beasts that mix biochemical flesh and blood and metal machinery are not to be outdone. The war weapons that the blood transgenders have been continuously strengthened to fight against the Holy See's Angel War are now used to deal with scholars.

The blood-derived clergymen were fearless and fearless, which made the scholars guarding behind the temporary barrier take a deep breath.

The pioneer needs at least four or five hourglass time to fully enter this eye and exert all his strength.

Before this, she could not escape and could only act as a passive sandbag.

Fortunately, most of the pioneers who have entered the true body have already initially possessed the ability to resist.

The only thing that made them uneasy was that the dark smoke soaring into the sky behind these priest blood had far surpassed the means of clones or sacrifices.

The air is filled with a breath of depressedness and non-sinkingness.

Being so far away is gradually eroding the will of everyone.

It is not only a psychological impact, but also a confinement of the energy magnetic field.

"From the nature of the law, you should be the fallen god in the intelligence, right? Hum, it seems that I have good luck. I came to the weakest god, and I smelled the weak from you."

[Ice Age] At this time, Di Jiana actually joked and sarcastic.

Her unbridled roar made the little nervous low-level scholars who were in the first expedition relax a little while facing the arrival of the gods, and successfully angered the clergy believers.

The positions developed by pure metal war weapons in front are constantly falling.

But Di Jiana, who is still racing against time to try to enter the phoenix eye in the true body of the law, is not worried about this.

Different from the various concerns of the Big Three.

Dijiana was a pioneer in completing her growth and transformation in the second golden age of academic circles after the Wasteland Calamity.

She witnessed the academic community rise up from the oppression of the Holy See, and live a new era with stronger adaptability in troubled times.

The former enemies, whether they were the Holy See, the Dark World Wizard, or the Wall Shadow Demon, or the Superbody, were either destroyed or were eliminated by the natural environment in the adaptive competition with scholars.

Therefore, Dijiana's confidence in the excellent capital and social system of scholars is almost blind and fanatical.

She is ready for the worst.

Even if the arrival fails and cannot complete the capture of the T-genetic engineering blueprint, it will use fission-level radiation weapons to completely destroy this eye and no longer continue this primitive war model.

Scholars are invincible.

She would not believe that the so-called T-number genetic engineering blueprint would allow these barbaric creatures to replicate the miracle of the academic world!

And it is precisely with such a plan that Di Jiana will not worry about the possibility of her failure next.

After all, the overall strength of this eye is really not worth mentioning for the human academic community, which is now a technological explosion after the second Golden Age.

"Sinking in the darkness and falling in the abyss, I will see more clearly and pursue the watchfulness of my heart."

Doctrines and rules, faint sounds.

The crow's body continued to expand in the black light and was becoming more and more terrifying.

The power of the law that surpasses the lower creatures is constantly being released in all directions through the tide of faith. The white snowflakes in the sky have also dyed some black and gray, and even caused many relatively residual pure metal war weapons to appear a little dull and delayed.

The Fallen God finally showed its full body posture in the mortal world, releasing unparalleled power!

Although the crow shrouded in gloomy light is only more than ten meters, even less than most legendary creatures, the light of the law that makes people feel palpitations and despair is undoubtedly a desperate pool of stagnant water that drowns everything.

The tried and long-distance attacks by guardian scholars only caused ripples in the dark light.

"You are the future of the academic community. The reason why you are recommended by pioneer deans from all sides and participating in this expedition should be that you should know your value. You have a longer-term future and are a valuable asset to the academic community. So in the coming war, I hope you can survive... in the process of tempering and learning."

Dijiana had already realized that the Fallen God was in the process of transforming into a law weapon.

It gradually became the way its believers prayed, a machine without emotional consciousness.

As a weapon, the Fallen God's emotional fluctuations are pitifully volatile, and fighting is also the most intuitive collision. The only way to fight with the power of the law is rough, simple, and primitive for higher creatures, but full of overwhelming power for lower creatures.

Dijiana is increasingly able to understand the advanced advantages that pioneers have when facing these gods that require the support of faith.

Rumble rumble.

Ice crystals and black light, cold and icy collided with depravity.

Di Jiana, who was stuck in the wind wall, could only confront this fallen god head-on through the power of the law.

One side is supported by faith tides and has a steady stream of divine power to replenish it.
To be continued...