Chapter 1039

Glacier wasteland, blood skeleton valley.

The battle starts from the lowlands under the gentle slope.

Under the leaden gray dark sky, the tide of rotten corpse demons almost piled up their bones, forcibly "flowed" through the Dragon inflammation spitting by the red dragon grum, and tenaciously climbed along the hillside to the highland like an ant colony.

With the crowded formation and crazy speed, it seems that nothing can stand in front of them - hit the rocks, step on the "compatriots", step on the flames and traps... With the trembling sound of "fragmentation" and the scream of ice crack, they rushed straight to the garrison position of blood skeleton valley.

It's chilling.

To be fair, most soldiers - or soldiers who have fought with rotten corpse demons know that these monsters are not very powerful, and the more they are, the less they are worth mentioning;

When there are only thousands of them, they can often maintain discipline and fight the enemy in a decent manner; Once thousands of people get together, they are not much better than puppet clay sculptures. At most, they can only rush up and bite like wild dogs.

Yes, their horror has never been their "combat power", but their "quantity".

As long as the evil god apostles who awakened them are not dead, they are still alive, which is absolutely an "infinite" number - not to mention ten for one, even a hundred for one.

As long as enough void force can be gathered, as long as the "evil god apostles" manipulated behind all this are still alive, they can endless awaken these "dolls" manipulated by void force, and then kill the enemy

Drown alive!

"Are you ready?"

In the floating city of horn castle, the alchemist Halin van ashamay looked at the nervous little wizard and frowned slightly:

"Ayin, I know the power of this weapon, but I also know how much burden it will impose on a wizard - in fact, you can only aim and leave the rest to others..."

"It doesn't matter!"

Despite his unnatural expression, the little wizard managed to squeeze out a smile: "this' Jiao lightsaber 'is only a sample in Isaac's design. If you don't control it yourself, you can't give full play to its real power."

"Please believe me, master Harlem van!"

Halin fan's expression moved slightly, but then smiled as if he thought of something: "well, we will cooperate with you; but if you can't insist or insist on opening the valve, I will be the first to stop you."

"I see!"

The excited little wizard's cheeks floated two red halos, close to the eyes of the observation mirror, and turned his eyes to the "dense" battlefield.

The alchemists who stood on both sides and adjusted under the command of Harlem van retreated around, raised their wands and prepared to start setting up a magic array to guide the nearly endless circulation of void power in the floating city to the secret silver core of "Jiao lightsaber".

"The launcher starts, and the magic array charges' Jiao lightsaber '-!"

"The compression magic array starts, ready to start the high-level magic spell, 'perseverance is like ice' -!"

"Turn on the emergency device and enter the last countdown, five, four, three..."

On the battlefield of blood skeleton Valley, everyone only had time to notice a flash of white light and narrowed their eyes in an instant, as if it was dawn.

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"Everyone, please really ask yourself; do you really believe that there is such a truth in this world, and the voice... Guides us?"

Thousands of miles away in red blood castle, in front of the steps of Bain Cathedral, when the little priest Weber, alone, faced thousands of believers who listened attentively to himself and prayed for the Duke and knights who went to duanjie mountain

Somehow, he suddenly decided to change the "prayer" he had already thought of:

"Yes, I won't hide it from you - I have asked myself thousands of times whether I really understand the idea of the Holy Cross, and whether I really believe that there is such a sacred idea that leads everyone?"

"Because if that is true, we will not get any happiness in this world, and we should spend our life in suffering and self condemnation; because we are born guilty and need atonement; only the atoner can ascend to heaven."

"Really?"

Weber's expression was unprecedented serious, which made the believers present look the same serious.

"Are all the good things in this world - family affection, friendship and love... Just vain; pain, shackles, cold and darkness... Are the truth and the only way for us to ascend to heaven?"

"Do we have to admit that we are vulgar, that our relatives, friends and even ourselves are only fragile, greedy and ignorant ants, and that we are humble to be qualified! Lie down under the light of the Holy Cross... And be saved?"

"If... That's too cruel." Weber smiled bitterly, "what's the meaning of such cruelty, prayer, piety, faith...?"

"Can the Holy Cross listen, can we hear the cry of mole ants, and can the lion... Really care what the deer think?"

"I don't think so. I think... All the propaganda of the Holy Cross Church in the imperial capital for 13 generations is just a lie that people are willing to believe - yes, everyone is willing to believe that, because a lie... Is always better than reality."

"If you donate wealth, you can atone, if you don't want to believe, you object, if you don't conform to your own ideas, you can abandon it, and you can be blessed by drinking the wine of blessing - if you want me to describe, what the Holy Cross has done for 13 generations is not so much to cater to the doctrine as to respond to those who believe the doctrine for reasons."

"I know what they think, because I have experienced it personally, because I know that we are such humble, fragile, greedy and ignorant ants... We are not worth saving."

With a bitter smile, Weber shook his head: "how can we... How can we expect someone to save us?! has the doctrine of the Holy Cross and the holy thought not explained all this? Do we have to deceive ourselves and others to believe this absurd and ridiculous lie, and believe that one day the Holy cross will fall from the sky and save the world?"

"If there is that day, I promise you, it will never be the day of salvation, it will only be the end!"

"We should understand that the real savior... Will always be ourselves; only those who see the world, no longer wait for the help of others, and take the initiative to stand up and save themselves... Can be saved."

"Pain, chains, cold, darkness... If you escape all this, it is not worth saving; if you are willing to take the initiative and face it bravely, you do not need to be saved."

"Because you have been saved."

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"Boom --!!"

The light flashed, and the glaciers on both sides of the blood skeleton Valley crashed and broke; The roaring avalanche rolled up thousands of white waves, accompanied by a deafening noise, and completed the "intersection" with the torrent of the demon army.

Almost instantly, a large number of rotten corpse demons were directly swallowed up by the snow - the turbulent avalanche poured down from high to low, turning everything they could see into "white".

The color of snow.

The whole army of demons was rushed to pieces in an instant. Even the parts that were not affected by the avalanche on both sides were divided into pieces - just like a broken platter.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that through this avalanche, the terrain of the whole blood skeleton Valley has been changed - the central part has been almost completely buried because it has become a "disaster area" of snow, so you can't even think about climbing up; On the contrary, the slopes on both sides were much smoother because of the avalanche of snow.

Although this gentle is only relative, it is great news for the defenders of blood skeleton Valley - because first of all, they only need to guard the narrow hillsides on both sides.

Secondly, such a gentle slope can let the cavalry pass through.

"Are you ready?"

On the hillside, Lucian, standing at the front of the queue, held up his "Dragon Knight's gun" and shouted at the pair of shining and belligerent Byrne knights and demon hunters.

Although this is a "plagiarism" of Loren Turin's attack on Bain Cathedral in red blood castle.

"Yes --!!!"

The uniform cry echoed in the sky of blood skeleton valley.

"Is there anyone who wants to escape?"

"None -!!!"

It is still tacit understanding and undisguised.

"Then follow me and charge with me!"

Before the words fell, the grey pupil boy who held the short sword high was the first to gallop down the hillside: "long live Loren Turin -!"

"Long live Loren Turin -!!"

In the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the Byrne Knights launched a neat "wall charging" and ran towards the already scattered demon army under the hillside.

The rotting corpses who were still gathering immediately noticed the movement on this side, and soon hundreds of them began to gather towards the hillsides on both sides, screaming like ice crack at the charging Byrne knights.

The same crazy two sides just bumped into each other without covering up.

"Boom --!!!"

In the terrible noise, the first Lucian who rushed down the hillside was deeply surrounded by the rotten demons, and the short swords in both hands were raised like the wings of a falcon.

Dozens of corpse devil's body fragments flew around him like water droplets falling into a flat surface without waves.

This pauses for a moment and is broken at the next moment; Hundreds of cavalry who followed him rushed into the array of rotten corpse demons with him, charging forward without stopping, and "chopping waves and chopping waves" in the army of thousands of demons!

Hundreds of horses' hooves trampled on the rotten demons knocked down to the ground mercilessly, waved their sharp blades and long guns, maintained a close formation and rushed in a deeper direction.

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"Loren Turin... Our Duke, my friend - I have seen the glory of faith in him more than once. I have seen the Holy Cross perform miracles beyond human power with the help of his hand."

An expression of mixed feelings appeared on the face of little priest Weber: "but... It is well known that our Duke is passionate about faith."

"He doesn't often appear in the church. He rarely takes the initiative to pray. He hasn't donated any money to the church. He never declares to others that his success and everything he gets come from the blessing of the Holy Cross."

"So the Holy Cross Church in the imperial capital said... How can such a person be saved?"

Weber stepped forward slowly and looked firmly at the confused eyes: "so I want to tell you, tell you devout believers of the Holy Cross, tell you a fact..."

"Only in this way... Can we be saved."

Byrne cathedral has never been so silent as it is now.

"Only when we no longer expect miracles to appear in times of crisis and fulfill our mission in a down-to-earth manner can people... Ugly, humble, weak and helpless people be saved."

The little priest said in a deep voice, "it's not God who saves people... To God, everything in the world is the same. He will never favor something too much. He will only give us fair and equal opportunities!"

"Our Duke, Emperor... And many soldiers, who are now on duanjie mountain, in eboden... In all the battlefields fighting the enemy, save themselves... Save us."

"Therefore, I hereby appeal to you, all devout believers of the Holy Cross - maintain your calm and faith, unite and stand up bravely in the face of this difficult test;"

"War and test are never limited to the battlefield and the edge of life and death; our efforts every day, every victory over ourselves and every challenge to ourselves are part of this test."

"We must accept this test, even if it is not as we wish - because pain, shackles, cold, darkness... Is the truth and the only way for us to ascend to heaven."

"Status, wealth, enjoyment... Are illusory, because we are all equal in front of the Holy Cross, and no one is more noble than anyone; if there is a doctrine that describes the level of human status, it must be a false Scripture."

"That's why we should embrace suffering, accept challenges, live hard and meet death without fear - untested faith is worthless!"

"Let us pray, let us do everything we can to support their cause - if you are a farmer, please work hard; if you are a craftsman, please sweat; if you are a businessman, please trade fairly!"

"If so, under the gaze of the Holy Cross, we will be saved!"

"We... Will be able to save ourselves!"

As the voice fell, the crowd in front of Bain Cathedral immediately sounded a carnival cry; People cry, shout and dance; They blushed, wet their collars with snot and tears, and looked sincere and confused.

They stared as if they had heard the gospel from the sky.

In the blood skeleton Valley thousands of miles away, Lucian, who galloped with his horse, also widened his eyes and stared at the figure of the dragon rising from the demon army.

Or... A "dragon" with only bones.

Coming at him!