In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

The disk hangs high, shining like the sun.

The dazzling light makes people unable to open their eyes.

Even the burning seraph pales in comparison to Him.

The Saracen soldiers who abandoned their helmets and fled in embarrassment stopped all at once. They were bathed in the scorching light and looked back blankly.

"It's the Supreme God of Light!"

"The Holy Fire has arrived!"

Countless people knelt down on the ground weeping bitterly, touching their foreheads to the hot sand, and kowtowed until their heads were covered with blood, as if this would reduce their sins.

For a devout Zoroastrian, the successive defeats in the great holy war with the Crusaders and the loss of cities and territory were not terrible.

But the scary thing is what it means behind it. The god they believe in is not omniscient and omnipotent, or he has abandoned his believers, just like Lothar thought in the mock battle and the people in Constantinople thought.

This idea is terrible. They either doubt their faith, or attribute their failure to God's will - since God wants them to experience failure and experience the dark years ruled by pagans.

They are required to undergo such torture and tests to test the loyalty of their beliefs.

What's the point of continuing to resist in vain? Isn’t it just disobeying God’s will?

"The Holy Fire has not abandoned His people."

An imam shouted excitedly, holding up a copper basin with a blazing holy fire burning inside.

The sacred fire revered by Zoroastrianism refers to the first flame born in the universe, which is the source of all light. It is also called the "God of Light", but it does not have a specific image.

And because Zoroastrianism prohibits idol worship, except for clergy and scholars, the vast majority of Zoroastrian believers do not have a specific understanding of the image of the God of Light.

But even if an imam is familiar with the classics, when he sees the sun god transformed by Shemail, the first thought that comes to his mind is that he is the incarnation of the god of light.

"The holy fire burns forever, supreme and great!"

Solemn shouts quickly spread among the defeated army.

The towering Sun God also became taller and more majestic during this devout prayer.

"You see, my faith is endless, but what about you?"

Shemaier's ethereal voice sounded in Lothar's ears.

His huge divine body did not forcibly restrain the holy spear, but calmly let go of his hand, allowing it to return to the hands of the Seraph in the distance - in his opinion, the threat this holy spear could pose to him was On the contrary, it is far less than the effort required to restrain it.

In comparison, Lothar, who looked extremely small, clutched the Duke's new gun in his hand. This exclusive treasure for Lothar, named "Gear of Destiny", seemed to be a bottomless pit, carrying Lothar's continuous flow of energy into it. strength.

The illusory image of the red and black dragon became more solid in the golden light.

How much power of faith can tens of thousands, even one hundred thousand, provide?

At most, there is a chiefdom, a large-scale tribal-level belief. This level, in the ancient Egyptian period, was the patron saint of a city-state.

And what about the sun god?

That was the supreme god when Egypt was still a polytheistic religion. Later, after the introduction of Christianity and Zoroastrianism, it was still firmly rooted in this land and has never been cut off. This belief has been accumulated for more than a thousand years?

Although Lothar was greatly improved by the public support, as time went by, the gap between him and Shermail not only did not narrow, but also tended to gradually widen.

This is the result of Zhongwang Gui's utilization of the power of faith being much better than Shemael and the gods of this world's utilization of the power of faith.

He warned: "If you don't transform, you may not have the chance to transform."

As the words fell, the huge sun disk clicked, the outer layer turned clockwise, and the inner layer turned counterclockwise, and began to rotate. The endless brilliance converged for a while, and was condensed into a beam that was no longer dazzling. .

As if all the light was condensed, the whole world turned dark for an instant.

The next moment, the huge sun god, like the giant god who created the world, stretched out his hand to hold the beam of light. The beam of light turned into a golden scepter in his hand. It was a symbol of the authority of all pharaohs. The pharaoh holding this staff represented the divine authority of the king. , the god here is the sun god.

boom--

The golden scepter struck Lothar fiercely with a heaven-shattering momentum.

Shemeier never paid much attention to Lothar's own strength.

He was just looking forward to Lothar's transformation and a closer look at how he did it.

"Come on, show your true power!"

Shemaier looked a little excited. Even if he wasn't seeking revenge, killing Lothar and inheriting his legacy would have a huge advancement in his two main research fields, "Power of Faith" and "Dragon School."

But under this all-round suppression, Lothar still did not transform. The terrifying pressure came from all directions, and even the illusory dragon shadow behind him was torn and twisted.

The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and the Crusaders could not help but feel a little panicked. They prayed devoutly and surrounded the clergy who held the icons high, hoping that the Grand Marshal could bring them victory again.

King Philip, standing side by side with Richard the Lionheart.

The golden iris and the golden lion coexist in rare harmony.

"Tsk, it looks like our Generalissimo is about to suffer from evil under the judgment of the Righteous God."

Richard sneered, "The pagan devil's god is used to using evil deeds to whitewash his golden body, otherwise who would believe in him? But our great marshal, from the very beginning when he sent a group of dead cavalry to rescue us, I knew he was not a decent person."

As a monarch, Richard did not value the form of power. Didn't he rely on blood sacrifices to reach the Holy Land from Gascony across the entire Mediterranean? Otherwise, with the little wealth of Cardinal Sebastian, how could he build a giant teleportation array?

The same is true for Philip. Although Reynald of Chatillon was rich before, he could not afford the cost of building an entire teleportation array. In the process, he hunted Bedouins for blood sacrifices.

"Although it is a bit embarrassing, I have to say that it is fortunate that Duke Losa is here."

Richard snorted lightly, but did not refute anything. Facts speak louder than words. No matter how high his self-esteem is, he knows that Schemeier is not his opponent, and the same is true for his queen.

Philip couldn't help but sigh again: "If Lothar can win this game and be crowned king, it can be regarded as destiny."

He paused slightly, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey, Richard, you don't expect our great marshal to fail in the Holy Land and return to Europe with his elite troops? He deserves a crown far more than he deserves. If he can't get the Holy Land, he should go to Europe to get it."

Richard's expression changed slightly. Even he didn't want to fight Lothar in the future.

When the golden cane fell, the holy spear in Lothar's hand finally completed the last energy storage. The golden pattern on it turned into a lifelike golden dragon of luck. It came from another world and represented the "destiny" power of the emperor's aura, turning this new spear into a red and black dragon and soaring into the sky.

Boom——

The terrifying collision turned into a wave of air and blew away countless spectators.

The dust rolled, as if the most terrible sandstorm in the desert had come to the world.

The war horses neighed, ignoring the riders' rebukes, and fled in all directions.

But people still tried their best to cast their eyes on the eye of the storm, trying to see who would win and who would lose in the fight between the two.

The towering giant stopped the golden scepter in his hand, and after a moment, it shattered into countless golden dust. In an instant, the light taken away by the golden scepter bloomed again, looking like a sun exploding.

Many people screamed and covered their eyes. If it weren't for the sandstorm that blocked the light to a certain extent, I don't know how many people would be completely blind at this moment.

The giant staggered back several steps, staring at the tiny human below, looking at his scarred arm with some disbelief, as if the poisonous alien power was constantly eroding his palm.

"How is it possible?"

He cut off his arm neatly, but his huge eyes were full of confusion.

The power comparison between the two sides was so disparate, how could he resist or even break his spell?

"This kind of alien power that has never been seen before..."

It was not the first time that Shemaier saw Lothar use dragon energy, but he had seen it through a mirror before, which was completely different from experiencing it in person.

"Even divine power can be restrained, what kind of power is this?"

The doubt in the giant's eyes was quickly replaced by curiosity. The greatest pursuit of a spellcaster is to seek knowledge, and a power similar to the magic-blocking metal, but undoubtedly more magical than this mundane metal, is enough to make every spellcaster curious.

If this power can be widely used, doesn't it mean that the era of spellcasters being high and mighty will soon be gone forever?

Clang——

The dimmed Spear of Destiny returned to Lothar's hands. The magic-breaking effect of this gun is unlimited, but its own state is not excellent, it is just guaranteed to be of excellent quality.

If Lothar had already ruled Europe and obtained the title of Emperor of the Empire, after this shot, Shemaier might not be able to talk to him safely now.

Listening to the faint cheers, Lothar did not breathe a sigh of relief.

The gap in hard power between the two sides was still too big. Shemaier's legendary body was difficult to deal with, and he used a small bet to pry open the legacy of the ancient gods. Lothar didn't know what price this guy would pay for it, but Shemaier in this state was far more powerful than the three-headed dragon.

That was an existence that even Viviana in the second stage of E2 could not match. Converted to a six-star template, Shemaier's current strength was at least equivalent to the full level of E2.

And he didn't even have a follower in the second stage of E2.

"Come again!"

The giant god's eyes flashed with excitement, and his broken arm quickly grew back. His entire body was constructed with divine power, not his original body at all. In this state, no matter how bad the injury was, he could recover quickly.

He raised his golden iron fist, which was surrounded by the glory of divine fire, and smashed it towards Lothar fiercely.

Boom——

The smoke and dust exploded.

The iron fist that was about to fall was stopped.

A red and black dragon suddenly appeared, its winding horns like a crown. Under the support of the public and the blessing of the law, its body expanded rapidly. When the dragon's body was fully revealed, it was not much smaller than the giant god.

The angel with flaming wings on his back landed on the dragon's back, and the golden holy spear in Jeanna's hand shone brightly.