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The church's envoys traveled around the continent to mediate, urging countries to urgently mobilize troops to reinforce the Gallic Empire. WwW. qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo. cO
When the news came that the Eastern Plains' defense line facing the Continental Bridge was breached and the nomadic cavalry swarmed in, the church's senior leaders finally couldn't restrain their shock. One after another, the church's huge temple guard knights were issued one after another. The regiment quickly mobilized, and from powerful temples such as the Dawn Temple, Punishment Temple, and War Temple, a large number of temple knights shouted the name of the gods and mounted their mounts.
Like a taut bow, the Church is about to launch a powerful blow against the nomads on the Continental Bridge.
The Punishment Knights, as the sharpest and craziest knives of the church, a flying dragon cavalry regiment of ten thousand people rushed out of the church's headquarters immediately. The green flying dragons have gray-green skin, a pair of sharp claws, and ferocious faces. They make sharp roars, wear golden armor on their backs, and hold eight-meter-long special cavalry [wooden warehouses]. They are majestic. The arrogant Punishment Knight soared into the sky.
These green flying dragons are magical beasts specially bred by the church, and each green flying dragon has high-level combat power. Although the nearly ten-meter-long green flying dragon only knows the most common poisonous mist breathing magic, the poisonous gas they exhale contains extremely powerful corrosive power. On a large-scale battlefield, the scene of ten thousand green flying dragons spewing poisonous mist at the same time will become an eternal nightmare for the enemy.
The huge group of flying dragons circled three times over the Holy Mountain, and then as a high-pitched bell rang, the group of flying dragons flew towards the east as fast as possible.
The Continental Bridge's nomadic cavalry invaded the Eastern Plains, something that had happened for countless years. But these were all small-scale fights. At most, horse thieves among three to five thousand nomads secretly sneaked into the eastern plains. Just plunder as much as you want.
But this time, the coalition forces of the ten nomadic empires poured into the eastern plains. If not, the entire western continent would be trampled to pieces by the hooves of these crazy nomads. The church does not care about preserving its strength. The maximum mobilization order was immediately issued.
Ten thousand green flying dragons let out a sharp roar and flew all the way out of the scope of the holy mountain.
The three popes and countless church leaders stood at the heights of the temples, looking at the majestic flying dragon cavalry. He couldn't help but reveal a reserved smile. This is just a vanguard force. These 10,000 flying dragon cavalry, which are enough to destroy any kingdom, are just a vanguard force.
The church's army will either not move, or if it moves, it will use thunderous force to annihilate those alien races in one fell swoop.
It's just the dragon cavalry. The church is awakening those ancient dragons that have surrendered to the gods and are now sleeping. When the real dragon riders appear on the battlefield, those daring heretics, those damned heretics. Will they be scared shitless
In the reserved smiles of the popes and elders, a huge red lightning fell out of thin air. …,
That bolt of lightning almost completely tore open the entire sky. The dark clouds high in the sky were torn apart by the lightning, and the sky and the earth were filled with the dazzling lightning. Amidst the angry roars of many high-level officials in the church, the words were thick and thick. The red lightning that stretched for thousands of miles hit the team of 10,000 flying dragon knights heavily.
The world fell into a state of deathly silence for a while, all light and sound disappeared, and everyone could only see a trace of black shadow left by those dragon knights, which was also the last mark they left on the world.
When the deafening thunderstorm suddenly sounded, the ten thousand flying dragon knights in the Temple of Punishment disappeared completely. Ten thousand green flying dragons whose strength is equivalent to the high level of heaven, and ten thousand disciplinary knights whose strength is equivalent to the middle level of heaven. Such a powerful army could even defeat an elite army of ten times the number of heavy cavalry on a frontal battlefield, and then disappeared without a trace.
Countless temples throughout the Holy Mountain trembled violently. When thunder rolled over everyone's heads, at least two hundred of the exquisite statues decorated on many temples were knocked down, and rubble and broken tiles were scattered everywhere. All over the place.
The red lightning slowly dissipated, but a crack several miles wide was left in the sky.
Dark clouds rolled on both sides of the crack, but they didn't dare to take a step beyond the crack. Such a clear crack that stretched thousands of miles across the void, and the bright sunlight fell from the gap. The golden sunlight was like a big knife, splitting the entire holy mountain into two halves right in the middle.
"Desert Mad Thunder Hamimi? Galdi!"
An angry voice came from inside a steep mountain at the core of the Holy Mountain. A sound wave visible to the naked eye exploded, shattering the clouds within hundreds of miles of the Holy Mountain. A column of golden sunlight shone directly in front of the head. The countless temples of the Holy Mountain shone in the golden sunlight, truly as brilliant as the residence of the gods. brilliant.
A ray of white divine light slowly rose from the mountain peak. An old man wearing a white divine robe, a pure gold crown, and a white crystal scepter stood in the white light, looking coldly at the looming pole where the sky and the earth meet in the east. Little figure.
"Do you want to provoke another religious war?" The old man in the white light shouted sternly: "In the secular war, we can let the aliens controlled by your two major temples do whatever they want. But you personally intervened in this one War, what do you want to do?”
The tiny figure suddenly grew in size. He took one step and stepped directly into the scope of the Holy Mountain. He and the old man in the white light looked at each other dozens of miles apart, and smiled coldly: "Are those little devils riding bipedal reptiles going to give flowers to my children? Since you can use the guardian Knights fight in secular wars, why can't we?"
One of the three major pontiffs of the church, he is in charge of all the church's military forces and is in charge of the disciplinary center. He has military power over elite forces such as the Punishment Knights and the Guardian Paladins. He is also the scepter of the person with the strongest personal combat effectiveness among the three major pontiffs. The Pope raised high the giant scepter in his hand that could be called a golden pillar, and roared in a rumbling voice.
"Heretic, are there no clergy from the Desert Temple and the Prairie Temple among the pagan armies at Continental Bridge? Since you have joined the war, we will grant you war!"
The figure in the sky was hazy, and his body seemed to be surrounded by countless phantoms of grass blades. His body was always twisting and oscillating, and it was impossible to see what he looked like. Occasionally, a few phantom blades of grass collided with each other, and red lightning suddenly burst out from the green grass blades, and a low thunderous sound shook the nearby mountains. …,
Hearing the scolding of the Pope of the Scepter, the man named Hamimi Galdi laughed strangely: "Ah, our children are mixed in with the army of believers, have you noticed it? It's just that , if you find it, you will find it, so what can you do?"
As the nominal supreme leader of the church, the Holy Crown Pope will naturally not let the Wand Pope take away his playing time.
With a slight cough, the Holy Crown Pope stood proudly on the highest terrace of his palace and said coldly to Hamimi Galdi: "Are you sure you want to involve religious forces in secular wars? Then, we will grant You fight! Now that you are here, don’t think about leaving."
Hamimi Galdi was stunned, and then he suddenly hugged his belly and laughed hysterically. He laughed so hard that his whole body twitched. The phantoms of grass blades on the surface of his body rubbed violently, and more lightning and thunderstorms continued. squirted out.
"Giving us war? No, we have been actively pursuing war all along!"
"Don't think about leaving? Little guy, who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to say such things? Let your Yuan Zong speak! Just a little ant like you, I can kill ten thousand of them with one kick! Let your most senior immortals come out and talk to me! Others, I don’t even bother to talk to you!”
The old man in the white light sneered: "Hamimi Galdi, although you are a disciple of the God of the Grassland, you are not qualified to ask for an audience with His Highness Yuan Zong! I think we are qualified enough to deal with you! "
Following the old man's words, more divine lights rose into the sky from the tops of the Holy Mountain. Countless church clergy emitting demigod auras and solemn expressions were suspended in the air, surrounding Hamimi Galdi.
The Holy Crown Pope smiled reservedly: "Hamimi Galdi, the second disciple of the God of the Grassland, the only brother of the prairie hyena Haran Galdi, the second master of the Prairie Temple, you fell here today, you are Because you are too arrogant."
The mocking laughter came from a distance, and the overwhelming wind roared in from the north, carrying palm-sized snowflakes and countless ice crystals.
In just a dozen breaths, the Holy Mountain was submerged in the vast snow. It was good to have a huge divine array inside the Holy Mountain, but the boundless jungles and rivers near the Holy Mountain were frozen solid by the terrible cold air. , and even a dozen mountains were frozen to pieces and exploded on the spot, and the sky and earth echoed with the loud cracking sound of countless trees being frozen to pieces.
The clear sound of hoofbeats resounded throughout the world. A pale-horned reindeer with a body length of more than twenty meters came slowly from the north riding the strong wind and crashed into the church's encirclement, echoing Hamimi Galdi.
Seeing this huge reindeer, everyone in the church felt as if someone had stuffed their mouths full of cow dung, and their faces turned blue.
The reindeer coughed, and then flicked its tail slightly: "Then, let's stop talking about gossip and let's talk about serious things. This time, it's the two parties between Odin's Temple and the God of the Desert and the God of the Grassland. The Great Temple has joined forces to launch a divine war against you. You may choose not to accept it, but we will not stop the killing."
"Religious war, old friends, this is a religious war!"
"I have brought the will of our high priest—this time, we will dispatch the strong men in the demigod realm."
"This time, a real war between gods will break out! This is a war for demigods!" (To be continued.