Low-end version system main god

Chapter 511 The Coveted Weapon (44)

【Fourth update from yesterday】

But in the imperial world, after Dorgon killed the Pope with one blow, the clergy and believers on the Holy See side all went crazy, and they picked up the things at hand and threw them at Dorgon.

Dorgon didn't pay attention to these people at all, he just focused on dealing with the strange attacks of "Tianmen".

Especially Feijian, who had severely injured him more than once, and the most dangerous sword almost cut off his left arm.

With [-] flying swords and other densely packed attacks, even if Dorgon was unleashed, it would be impossible for him not to get caught.

He started to get hurt, and the little injuries accumulated and turned into big injuries.

Moreover, this is just the beginning, and this process will continue until his death, endlessly.

Seeing millions of believers, Dorgon flickered and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The flying swords all over the sky immediately lost their target, lingering and not daring to move.

They locked Dorgon's position, but they were afraid to use the flying sword to enter the crowd.

Not to mention the Five Fireball God Sect and the Heavenly Emperor Society, the group damage skills were thrown into the crowd, and the number of kills rose slowly, but they were all their own people.

After all, this is not a game, and there is no such thing as "turning off teammate damage".

Seeing that the immortal had stopped attacking, Dorgon said in his heart: the benevolence of a woman.

If the offense and defense are switched, Dorgon will never be merciful, and would rather kill 300 million by mistake than let one go.

In order to make the Qing Dynasty permanent, Dorgon issued massacre orders and city massacre orders more than once.

However, Xi Tong has his considerations.

What he needs is not eternal life, land doesn't mean much to him.

What he needs is a population, a devout believer, and a firm belief.

If innocent people are ignored, the future will inevitably be recorded by believers, and this alone is enough to dissuade many potential believers.

After all, other religions claim to love the world and save the world. It is one thing to do it or not, but it is another thing to say it or not.

Xi Tong didn't want to kill the millions of believers he had finally developed because of Dorgon.

The most important thing is that even if millions of believers are killed, it may not be able to kill Dorgon.

Scratch your head!

In desperation, Xi Tong closed one "Tianmen" after another.

Dorgon laughed, this time, laughing wildly and confidently.

Then, he looked around and looked at those people with bloodshot eyes and crazy expressions.

"Religion really harms the country and harms the people. It turns obedient people into mobs. Damn it! It should be banned!"

Someone rushed towards Dorgon desperately, but after a few steps, he was overwhelmed by the blood in Dorgon's eyes and the tyrannical murderous aura on his body. The pace of the charge became slower and slower, and then turned around and fled.

It's not that he's not brave, but that the gap between the enemy and ourselves is too great. It's very rare for him to be able to charge, and no one will criticize him too much.

Dorgon laughed three times and shouted to the sky.

With a wave of his hand, the blood radiated like a knife, and those who dared to show dissatisfaction with him all screamed and fell to the ground.

Dorgon didn't kill them, but cut off their hands and feet. The power of blood penetrated into the body along the wound, and flowed through the whole body along the blood, slowly but firmly eroding their muscles, bones, internal organs.

This feeling is like ten thousand ants eating away at the bones and ten thousand arrows piercing the heart. It is more painful and unbearable than Ling Chi.

Immediately, Dorgon shuttled back and forth among the crowd, bringing up a large number of stumps and broken arms.

"Fairy? That's all!"

Absorbing the power of blood in the air, Dorgon laughed wildly, his blood-red eyes scanned the surrounding believers, and then lifted one of them with his neck clasped.

"You, cast aside this wild god, otherwise, die!"

At this moment, Dorgon returned to the time when "keep the hair but not the hair, and keep the hair but not the head".

All the believers trembled—even after more than 100 years, the horror of the hair-shaving order still hangs over everyone's hearts.

In the past, people had no one to rely on and could only succumb to the power of the Manchus. Now, they have gods, and they believe that the gods will make decisions for them.

Seeing the foolish men and women kowtow towards the temple, Dorgon laughed wildly, and continued to walk through the crowd, attacking the unarmed civilians, causing them to cut off their arms and legs, turning into chrysalis and wriggling on the ground.

The blood filled the air, and wild boar skin warriors appeared one after another, walking past each believer like an executioner, not spurning or insulting the main god of the system, and immediately cutting off their hands and feet with swords.

Some people succumbed, but more people cursed Dorgon, Manqing, and the group of executioners.

Dorgon didn't care, just laughed wildly:

"Crazy ministers and thieves, everyone gets them and kills them!"

"Let's see if that wild god will come down to save you!"

At this time, a cold snort came from the sky, and immediately, two figures descended from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the believers all cheered "the immortal descends to earth", kneeling down like a tide and kowtowed in worship, Dorgon was startled suddenly.

He originally thought that "due to the rules of heaven", immortals could not descend to the mortal world, at most they would cast spells in the air like scratching an itch, and cast a few small spells that were neither painful nor itchy.

To be honest, the indiscriminate bombing just now scared Dorgon a lot, especially the sword that almost took his arm off.

There is still such a powerful attack across the two worlds of immortality and mortal world, if face to face...

"Fortunately, immortals cannot descend to the mortal world."

Now, the last luck in Dorgon's heart was also shattered, the two figures who just appeared had a powerful aura, they were extraordinary, they were definitely not ordinary people.

On the planet Terra, Xitong ordered: "Susano, Estes, carry out the mission!"

Although there are already hundreds of thousands of green dragons as cannon fodder, Xi Tong is still uneasy and dare not risk himself, but instead sends his capable generals Susanoo and Estes down to earth.

Both of them have backgrounds behind them, coupled with the resources provided by Xi Tong, after a long period of actual combat and honing, they both took the final step and became god-level powerhouses.

They are not only the top fighters under Xi Tong, but also the most suitable candidates to block the battle.

After all, this is a cross-world battle. It is too strong to be suitable, and too weak to fight.

The two fell freely as soon as they entered the world of the Qing Empire.

Xi Tong covered his face with his hands, "I was just pretending to be aggressive, and I forgot that the space channel opened at a height of [-] meters."

Although he has reached the god level, Susanoo's cultivation is all on the three artifacts, and Esdeth's ice system rule, neither of them has the ability to fly.

Fortunately, Esdes snapped his fingers, and ice crystals flashed, as if the Hongqiao spanned the sky and the earth. The two walked along the Hongqiao against the wind, and quickly rushed to Dorgon's side.

At this time, the ice crystal Hongqiao made a crisp sound, and exploded into ice powder all over the sky. The sunlight was refracted by the ice crystals, showing a dazzling and blurred colorful light.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Dorgon was stunned.

He didn't even see clearly what kind of magic the other party cast, let alone when the other party cast it.

In Dorgon's mind, even immortals are at best stronger than mortals, and if they want to exert their power, they have to make formulas and chant spells.

But the two people on the opposite side broke his cognition.

The white-haired man turned into thousands of clones, and Dorgon's boar-skin warrior was like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered, and was killed by those phantom clones one by one.

Dorgon looked at Susano with fiery eyes, and looked at the weapon in his hand - the blood-drinking blade, which was Dorgon's dream weapon.

　The update may be late, but it will never be absent - I fell asleep on the keyboard last night, and today I still have a few words printed on my face, the one on the left is handsome, and the one on the right is white
　　
　
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