Low-end version system main god

Chapter 597 Stay Here and Repent

A bright light flashed, and a bloody canal was plowed out of the dense crowd in an instant.

People on both sides were terrified.

They never thought that His Majesty the King could make such a fierce attack.

Can this be done by humans?
Only God can do this, right?
Can the power of gods be mastered by humans?

Thinking of this, the traitors all woke up. They also have the power of gods. Although they are not so powerful, they are better than nothing.

"Fire Prison Fire God, burn everything in the world!"

"Praise the fire god of the flame prison, and I wish to use my body as your majesty to welcome you into the world!"

These people aroused the power of the fire in their bodies one after another, and the flame elves immediately revived, conceived in their bodies, grew stronger, and broke out of their shells.

The bodies of the traitors swelled one after another, blazing flames erupted from their mouths, nostrils, etc., and the red magma broke through the blood vessels, flowing and spreading on the body surface.

They just got stronger!
It is at least three to five times stronger, and the whole body is covered with cracked lines, with dim and dim fire shining in the lines, like a naturally generated tattoo.

A few people even reached ten times, not only the flame pattern on the body is more complicated and mysterious, but also a real flame shield surrounds the body, and the blackness spreads under the feet, and the scorched earth expands.

"Go! Let's go together!"

"Although his move is powerful, the consumption must be terrible, and he can't use the first move in a short time..."

The words stopped abruptly, and the speaker seemed to be strangled by the neck, and could no longer make any sound.

Because across from him, Tamil stretched out his hand and revealed another sword.

An identical sword.

The blade is sharp and the surface of the sword is bright, like a pool of autumn water, a silver light.

That person was right, this move cannot be performed continuously, and the sword energy accumulated in the sword body will be exhausted every time, and it must be recharged before it can be used again.

However, Tamil has money!
Poor people buy lighters filled with kerosene. Rich people only play with disposable lighters, such as disposable lighters, which are thrown away after use. What they want is this kind of luxury.

"boom!"

Another sword!
Only when you really face it will you know that the gap between the two sides is not three times five times, nor ten times eight times, but a hundred times, a thousand times.

Those few powerhouses who spread scorched earth every step of the way tried to use their own strength to contend against Tamil, but they vividly explained what it means to be a car with a mantis' arms, and a mayor to shake a pillar.

The sword still crashed down, with them or without them, they were all bombarded there, falling so fast and extending so long.

The existence of a few of them has no meaning, and their death has no value.

There is not much difference between killing 100 people with one sword and killing 101 people.

If the shot is a little less dead, then take another shot.

Seeing the long sword reappearing in Tamil's hand, the traitors collectively collapsed.

Can't beat it!
escape!
However, when they approached the griffins, the loyal and tame mounts roared at them, and even stood up and attacked them with sharp claws.

boom!
A traitor raised his hand and fired a burst fireball.

The magic that magicians need to chant long incantations is coming at this time, and their ability to control the flames has reached the pinnacle.

This is the bestowal given to them by the Fire God of Hell.

After being hit by this blow, the griffin's wings were instantly scorched black, it let out a shrill roar, and kicked its four claws into the air.

Other griffins also took to the air one after another, circling above the castle, their sharp eyes fixed on everyone present.

Only then did the traitors remember that the Griffin was a mount given to them by His Majesty the King.

Every griffin is created and cultivated by the main god of the system. In this world, their only object of allegiance is His Majesty the King.

"Run? The ends of the earth, there is no place for you!"

"You don't have to believe in the main god of the system, but you absolutely shouldn't, you shouldn't blaspheme the main god of the system!"

"Blasphemer, die!"

The traitors were defeated by the vertical and horizontal sword energy.

No one dared to form a group anymore, and three people did not dare to stand in a row, for fear of being strung together by a sword energy.

As the traitors began to rout, Ave moved.

Attacking and beheading, this is her best skill.

One can't be less!
No one can stay!
All the traitors were executed, and there was not a single corpse.

When they awaken the fire elves and become members of the Burning Legion, they have no concept of a body.

Death is extinguishment, leaving only a pile of ashes.

In the sky, members of the FFF regiment arrived one after another.

When they found the griffin hovering over the castle and the blood flooded in the castle, they immediately felt something was wrong.

However, when they wanted to turn around, the griffins below them lost control and plunged into the castle.

Gollum...

A member of the FFF regiment rolled down from the griffin in embarrassment. Before he could stop, he felt a round and greasy thing pressed against his chest. He took it out with his hand and felt his heart tighten.

Skull!

I don't know which unlucky ghost's Tianling Gai.

Looking around again, although there are scorched marks everywhere, it can still be recognized that there are a large number of stumps and broken arms.

There was a familiar smell in the air. It was the smell of burning corpses. The members of the FFF regiment were no strangers to this.

It's just that they usually burn at most two or three people at a time, and double-digit numbers are rare.

And here...

Their scalps were all numb, and they didn't dare to continue thinking.

I saw His Majesty the King standing with his sword in his spare time, and looked at the deep ravines on the ground, which seemed to be radial lines, and the starting point of all the lines was in front of His Majesty the King.

At the same time, they thought of a possibility, a very terrifying possibility.

"I have seen... His Majesty the King... I have seen... the head of the group..."

kneel!
Crisp and crisp, without sloppy.

Although they don't know how the Shura purgatory-like scene around them came about, their strong desire to survive let them know what tone and posture they should use at this time.

Time flies, the sun sinks below the horizon little by little, the moon sets and the sun rises, and the light returns to the earth.

At this time, there were more than 4000 people kneeling in front of Tamil.

The remaining members of the FFF regiment are all present.

This time they made the right choice.

Tamil is still sitting, comfortable and cozy.

The people in front of him were all covered in silver, and the frosty mist and freezing air formed a layer of ice armor on their bodies.

Winter is here!

It is the season of heavy snow in the north.

Kneeling outside for a night in this kind of weather, even if the members of the FFF regiment are strong, they can't bear it and can't bear it.

Of the 4000 people in front of us, half of them failed to survive the severe cold and slept here forever.

The rest is also eroded by the cold air, and the inside and outside, up and down, are all cool.

As for the fire seeds inhabiting the body, they were all extinguished and ceased to exist.

Tamil stood up slowly.

"I forgive your sins, but I don't know if the main god of the system forgives your blasphemy. You, please repent to the main god here."

"No one is allowed to step out of the castle—to live, it is a person here; to die, it is a ghost here!"

　I thought it was a new update, but I owed one update yesterday, which is enough
　　
　
(End of this chapter)