Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

In an instant, the Death Knight pierced through the body of the Scarlet Storm Priest.

The Scarlet Storm Priest looked down at the remaining death power in his chest, his broken heart, and the power that was constantly being extracted, flowing along the lines of death and into the body of the Death Knight.

The Death Knight turned the dock, and several chains forged with the power of death flew out, binding the body of the Scarlet Storm Priest and pulling inside.

Under Weilin's gaze, the Death Knight devoured the Scarlet Storm Priest's body bit by bit until it was completely swallowed up into his body and became part of his power.

After devouring the Scarlet Storm Priest, the Death Knight slowly came to Weilin, took out a terrified head from his body, and then took out the head of a low-level knight with the Holy Seal tied to the warhorse, placed it on the body of the Qilin beast, and then returned to Weilin's body.

Feeling the growth of his own magic power, he knew without thinking that it was contributed by the Scarlet Storm Priest.

I just don't know what the scarlet crystal that the other party took out is, and whether it can be fed directly to the Death Knight.

Without its source of power, the storm slowly faded away.

The rubble and trees fell back to the ground, making a series of noises.

Looking around, the area looked devastated, as if it had been eaten by a dog.

Thinking based on size, Weilin rode the giant Qilin towards the city of Cabras, which was dozens of kilometers away.

Now that the giant Qilin beast has been condensed, let it continue to play its due value. It would be a waste of one's own magic power if it dissipates in vain.

On the main battlefield, six Saint Seal professionals were killed, and the remaining seven Saint Seal professionals played their trump cards, escaped from their restraints, and returned to the city of Kabras, but their strength was reduced by seven tenths.

Kyle returned to the land carrying a mid-level storm priest of the Holy Seal, and threw him in front of the formation. He took a dagger from the waist of an ordinary soldier, and beheaded him in front of tens of thousands of Storm Church crusaders and clergy.

Blood splattered, dyeing half of the candidate saint's body red.

After witnessing the battle between powerful men, the light in the eyes of the candidate saint disappeared, and large areas of naked skin were exposed to the air, waiting for the next judgment.

"Lord."

Kyle saw Weilin and bowed.

Weilin jumped down from the top of the Qilin beast, threw the heads of the three Saint Seal professionals on the ground casually, and said, "When are you going to execute them?"

"Three quarters after noon."

Weilin looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds, and said calmly, "The clouds are too thick."

Kyle also looked up at the sky and nodded in agreement: "It is indeed too thick."

The next moment, the energy clone with a red ribbon tied to its right arm flew into the sky and dispersed the clouds with magic.

In a moment, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun returned to the earth.

Faced with this action, nearly one million people in the city of Cabras were all horrified. In addition, with six saints being beheaded, their morale was on the verge of collapse.

On the city wall, Ronald tore off his torn robe, revealing his muscular torso and his right arm corroded by the power of an angel.

The next fight made him realize how terrifying the blond young man was.

The words of allegiance echoing in his ears continued to pollute his mind and erode his body.

"Damn birdman."

After cursing inwardly, Ronald said no more words, standing in front of the enemy's formation, waiting for the blasphemous act to come.

When the sun rose to its highest point, Kyle put his hands behind his back and ordered, "Execute."

An officer came up behind the candidate saint with a battle axe in his hand, pointed the axe at her neck, took a deep breath, silently prayed for the protection of the Goddess of Life, then raised the battle axe above his head and chopped down with force.

"Click——"

A head rolled to the ground, and the surroundings seemed so peaceful.

As time passed, unprecedented cheers broke out from the Black Rock Army's ranks, which then spread to the surroundings and gradually affected the entire army.

Among the army of more than 100,000, the Tetons in the Aramean army shouted the most crazily.

With the fall of the God of Storms, they no longer have to worry about themselves and their families being retributed for their crimes.

On the walls of Cabras City, there was an eerie silence. The divine punishment they had been expecting had not come, and the executioner and the culprit who had beheaded the candidate saint were already alive and well.

"what--"

A stormtrooper who could not accept the truth committed suicide and his body fell under the city wall.

With the pioneers, believers with firm faith in the Voice of the Storm followed suit, committing suicide and ending their lives in the most shameful way.

Looking at the clergy who continued to commit suicide, Archbishop Ronald of the Storm Church closed his eyes in pain.

The oracle was shattered, and he felt a little confused, but then he came to his senses.

Even though the gods have passed away, they can still use the power of the storm, which proves that the God of Storms has the possibility of revival. He must not fall here.

Even if it takes a thousand or even ten thousand years, he will revive the God of Storms.

Hearing the words of surrender, Ronald frowned, ordered a bishop to pacify the troops, and then returned to the city.

"Grandpa, you are back."

Inside the temple, a young girl knelt in front of the statue. Seeing her grandfather return, a happy smile appeared on her face.

Ronald waved his hand to let the surrounding Storm Knights retreat, stretched out his left hand, stroked his granddaughter's head, and showed a kind smile on his face: "Sabrina, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you will have to walk the road alone from now on."

"Grandpa, you want to..."

"One day, the Storm Church must be revived."

Facing Ronald's sharp gaze, the girl nodded with some fear.

"Someone is coming."

"Archbishop, what do you want?"

"Let Bishop Sunard command the troops." Inald ordered, "From now on, no one is allowed to enter this place without my instruction."

"Yes, Archbishop."

Waving his hand to let the Storm Knight retreat, Inald took his granddaughter to the secret room.

"Stand on it."

Following Inald's instructions, the girl walked up to the altar and stood in the center of it.

Seeing this, Inald placed his hands in the grooves, lowered his guard, and allowed it to drain his power.

Now that defeat is inevitable, he can only take a risky move and take a gamble with his broken body.

Unknown words were lit up, and the power of Inald was poured into the girl's body, continuously improving her rank, from a four-seal priest to a five-seal priest, and her strength increased rapidly.

When Inald exhausted his last bit of strength, the girl's rank was forcibly raised to the ninth seal.

The sixteen-year-old Nine Seals High Priest had only appeared three times on the Nangosia continent.

Suddenly, a crack appeared above the altar, and through the crack, one could glimpse the divine being emitting the power of a storm.

The next moment, the divine power emitted light and took the confused girl away from here.

Feeling the power, a smile appeared on Inald's face. What was recorded in the ancient books was indeed correct. He had made the right bet. Although these millions of believers were about to be destroyed, it was all worth it.

"My God, may you return soon." Inald whispered softly.

Afterwards, his body began to disintegrate, and his soul gradually dissipated, eventually completely disappearing from the world.