Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

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 into the Death Knight's body along the lines of death.

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 it into his body.

Under the gaze of Weilin, the Death Knight devoured the body of the Scarlet Storm Priest bit by bit until it was completely swallowed 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 took out the head of the low-level knight of 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 it was contributed by the Scarlet Storm Priest.

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

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

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

Looking around, the area seemed to be gnawed by dogs, and was devastated.

Thinking about the size, Weilin drove the Qilin beast to the city of Kabras, which was dozens of kilometers away.

Since the Qilin beast was condensed, let it continue to play its due value. It would be useless to disperse it and waste his magic power.

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

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

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

Witnessing the battle between the strong, the candidate saint's eyes were no longer bright, and the large area of ​​skin exposed to the air was exposed to the air, waiting for the next trial.

"My Lord."

Kyle saw Weilin's figure and bowed to salute.

Weilin jumped down from the top of the Qilin beast, threw the heads of the three holy 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 his right arm flew into the sky and used magic to disperse the clouds.

In less than a moment, the dark clouds retreated and the sun returned to the earth.

Faced with this move, nearly a million people in the city of Kabras were horrified, and with the six saints being beheaded, their morale was on the verge of collapse.

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

The next battle made him realize the horror of the blond young man.

The words of surrender echoing in his ears constantly polluted his mind and corroded his body.

"Damn birdman."

After cursing inwardly, Ronald stopped talking and stood in front of the enemy, waiting for the blasphemy to come.

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

An officer came behind the candidate saint with a battle axe, aimed the axe at the neck, took a deep breath, silently prayed for the protection of the goddess of life, and then raised the battle axe above his head and chopped it down with force.

"Crack--"

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

Time passed bit by bit, and unprecedented cheers broke out in the Black Rock Army, which then spread to the surroundings and gradually affected the entire army.

Among the more than 100,000 troops, the Tetons in the Alan Army shouted the craziest.

The God of Storms has fallen, and they no longer have to worry about themselves and their families being punished.

On the walls of Kabras City, the silence was terrifying. The divine punishment they expected had not come, and the executioner and the culprit who killed the candidate saint were already alive and well.

"Ah——"

A Storm Warrior who could not accept the truth committed suicide, and his body fell under the wall.

With the pioneers, believers who had a firm belief in the voice of the storm followed suit, committing suicide and martyring themselves, 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 some pain.

The oracle was shattered, and he was a little confused, and then he woke up.

The gods passed away, and they could still use the power of the storm, which proved that the God of Storms had the possibility of revival, and he must not fall here.

Even if it took a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, he would let the God of Storms revive again.

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

"Grandpa, you are back."

In the temple, a girl knelt in front of the statue. Seeing her grandfather return, she smiled happily.

Ronald waved his hand to let the surrounding storm knights retreat, stretched out his left hand, stroked his granddaughter's head, and smiled kindly: "Sabrina, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you can only walk alone in the future."

"Grandpa, you have to..."

"One day, I must revive the Storm Church."

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

"Come here."

"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 instructions."

"Yes, Archbishop."

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

"Stand on it."

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

Seeing this, Inald put his hands in the grooves, let down his guard, and let him extract his power.

Now that the defeat was certain, he could only take a risky move and gamble with this broken body.

The unknown text was lit up, and the power belonging to Inald was poured into the girl's body, constantly improving her rank, from a four-seal priest to a five-seal priest, and her strength increased rapidly.

When Inald exhausted the last bit of power, the girl's rank was forcibly raised to nine seals.

The sixteen-year-old high-level priest of the nine seals has only appeared three times on the Nangoshia continent.

Suddenly, a crack appeared above the altar, and through the crack, one could peek into the godhead that exuded the power of a storm.

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

Feeling the power, Inald smiled. The ancient books were 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.

Then, his body began to disintegrate, and his soul gradually disintegrated, and finally completely dissipated from the world.