In holy wars, believers who use the power of light are the easiest to survive, not only because of the healing power and attack power of the holy light's own attributes, but also because the beliefs of light believers are mostly firm.

They firmly believe that they will return to the kingdom of God after death, and they firmly believe that they are honorable if they die in battle under the will of God and fight for others.

Prosser never forsook this kind of will. He tirelessly used his divine power to bring them into the Kingdom of God. Even though the realm of the God of Light was already overcrowded, he never cared about it.

Since the other party has given trust, why is he not even willing to give him peace after death?

Prosser kept such inexplicable thoughts in the eyes of other gods, and repeatedly competed with the god of death in his own world.

It can be said that the God of Reaper, who has failed every time he robs people, definitely has a deep hatred for the King of Light.

But let's not talk about these past episodes, let's talk about the Crusaders and the Knights of Light who are now charging out.

This kind of siege battle is actually more convenient for the commander of the Paladins, Polk.Since the Crusades were an expedition, they were naturally better at long-term combat than short-distance charges.

But the friendship of training together, and most of the warriors here are brave and good at fighting, it is not difficult for the two teams to cooperate.

For example, now Tina has temporarily given up the commanding position, and let the fierce character of Polk rush forward. A piece of evil human beings fell.

"War is not beautiful, but ending it is equally tragic."

These are the words Proser, the God of the Cross, taught them in the underworld, and it is now ringing in her mind.

There was a glint in Tina's eyes. Her eyes were as warm as wine red, but she herself was always full of indifferent emotions. But when she came to the battlefield, her long, rose-like red hair flew behind her head.

"Holy Light, when my enemy decides to be human, I don't want to fall into hell, please give me the power to judge human beings!"

The only difference between the Crusades and the Knights of the Holy Light is that this group of people is not afraid of falling into hell after death, they dare to fight evil with evil!

Bows and arrows flew, piercing the flesh of men, pinning them to the ground.

The strangely shaped cross sword in his hand ignites the flame of holy light, and everyone who is touched will be burned because of his sin.

"Purification!" Polk yelled.

All the paladins raised their right hands and shouted loudly: "Purification!"

Waves of holy aura lit up and spread on them, and the crusaders shrouded in the aura, no matter how serious their injuries were, were quickly healed.

The soldiers in the expeditionary force, who were all comrades-in-arms, smiled generously, "You group of tin cans are only useful at this time!"

In terms of attack power, the paladins are indeed inferior to the expeditionary army in battle, but the defense, healing, and charge of the paladins are very good, so most of the time it is the knights who are covering these idiots who rush to kill and don't care about their backs.

The paladins, who were not angry at being called tin cans, smiled and said, "You guys will wait for me to return to the city."

The fast-talking expeditionary army vented their violence on the enemy army in a smug manner. This battle lasted until dark, until the gods intervened.

Apollo saw Proser's army in the sky. These human beings who wielded otherworldly powers were more durable and better at fighting than their warriors.

Moreover, those magical spells full of light attributes can also heal their wounds, and the rebirth of a broken arm is not a problem at all.

His eyes moved slightly, and he announced in the name of the God of Medicine.

"Give you the power to be free from disease and pain, and fight with all your might!"

Artemis said unwillingly: "Give you the ability to see things clearly in the dark, and fight for the gods!"

Ares waved his weapon and said to the subjects below: "Give you fearless courage in the war, and fight with all your strength!"

For a moment, the almost imposing army that was suppressed by the paladins and the expeditionary army rushed over as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Polk and the others were almost broken into formation under such an offensive.

Tina wiped her sweat and said, "Sure enough, just like what my lord said, this will be a long battle."

Polk laughed loudly, "Fortunately, instead of training priests, they were changed to Paladins. If it's priests and those who are weak, although their healing ability is good, they can't afford it at all."

Tina turned her head to avoid the arrows in the distance, the long sword in her hand melted into light, and dozens of golden lights fell from the sky, like meteors falling and scattered the formation on the opposite side.

"We are fighters, born for the battlefield," she said fieryly, "Pork, after this battle, I will have a good last drink with you."

Polk's piercing eyes were filled with tears, knowing what his old comrade-in-arms wanted to do, he curled his mouth and covered up the cruelty of war with laughter.

"Okay, we must not get drunk that day!"

Tina's eyes were filled with golden light, and she took all the beliefs of the expeditionary army into her body. This was the bottom-line method that Prosser left for the expeditionary army before leaving, at the cost of losing a human body.

When a person's faith is given a human body, that person either becomes a god or a monster.

Although the power of Prosser was used as the medium, after Tina grew three pairs of wings, her complexion turned to iron gray. The power of the source of order eroded her soul, but endowed her with enormous power.

The sword of the cross, the point of the sword.

—Gods!

Tina: "Let's fight!"

Her sword pointed at the god in the sky.

Poker's eyes were full of tears, but the hammer in his hand was unambiguous, and he took away the lives of the enemies one by one.

The mud trampled under the horse's hooves was mixed with flesh and blood, and he didn't know how many of them were the bodies of comrades-in-arms and how many were of the enemy.

But this is the battlefield, the blue sky seems to be filled with blood, and everyone is struggling between killing and being killed.

The huge siege weapons sent out rows of huge arrows, piercing through the ground and killing many humans at the same time.

Jihad—it is obviously a war of gods, but the first to suffer is always human beings.

Thanadus is at his wits' end, wars are taking place everywhere, and the souls of those who died in the wars are hard to find even a hair.

Even if he guards a battlefield until the end, how can he perform his duties with dead bodies all over the ground!

In the end, it was His Majesty Pluto, who turned out Prosser’s previous proposal. The flower spirits in the Field of Truth, which were almost overcrowded, put on black robes, and their figures became blurred. A sharp sickle was projected into everyone’s hands, and they walked silently. to the earth.

From this moment on, these agents of death will be distinguished from the identities of flower spirits. They can only communicate with their own race, and even the god of death can't tell their existence.

But they are the only race that can survive between nothingness and reality.

And they by nature fit the definition of justice, sharing in Death's obligations but not in his powers.

Because human beings only know that the god of death is everywhere, but they don't think that there are countless death apostles harvesting souls.

Thanadus, whose burden was greatly reduced, finally got rid of the state of exhausted dog. He only needs to put his weapons in the field of truth.For the rest, the agent of death will handle it for him.

Then, having nothing to do, he found his elder brother, Hypnos.

I don't know what happened recently, His Majesty and Sleeping God are both mysterious.

The God of Hades was too busy to explore, but the God of Death found time to find it.

Unsurprisingly, the two of them were found in Proser's Valley of Flowers.

Now the Valley of Flowers is not only the divine power of the Spring God at work, Hades put the godhead of the Empress of the Underworld here, and the God of Sleep also uses the divine power of the dream to pull this place into the gap between dream and reality.

The flowers here are not dimmed because of the lack of spring gods, but are more beautiful under the wonderful hands of the two gods.

Reaper came over carefully all the way, avoiding the white clouds floating in the sky, he reached out and touched it, and found that there is no problem rolling on these soft balls, it is not as illusory as it seems.

Thanadus walked a few more steps, saw Hypnos who was discussing something with His Majesty, raised his hand and said, "Your Majesty, Hypnos!"

Hades glanced at him, nodded indifferently.

Hypnos raised his eyebrows, "Are you free?"

Thanadus nodded again and again, "Well, I'm free now!~"

"Then stay and help."

"..."

Thanadus looked at his ruthless, shameless and unreasonable brother sadly.

Hypnos smiled coldly, "Don't look at me, I was also arrested."

Grasp?

There were only two people who could be used by Sleeping God. In the absence of one of them, Thanadus looked stiffly at the silent Pluto.

"His Majesty……"

Hades looked at him indifferently. For some reason, Thanadus saw the words "stay" from those ruthless eyes.

The tears in Thanadus' eyes turned into rain in his heart, and his whole body was wet. He said sadly, "Is there anything I can do to help, Your Majesty?"

Hades nodded, "Yes."

This word hurt his heart, Thanadus thought sadly, indeed His Majesty wanted me to take the initiative to say to stay.

Knowing that the culprit is not here, it is not easy for Death to ask that guy to blame Hades for changing too much, and even if he is here, Thanadus would not dare.

The treatment at the bottom of the food chain is estimated to be irreversible for Thanadus in his lifetime.

Hades left within a short time here, because His Majesty Hades is indispensable to the current Hades Palace.

And Thanadus, who was left behind, said to Hypnos: "The war on the land is getting more and more serious. The followers of Proser will use wonderful power, and the gods will also bless their army. Every battle will last for a week, and the souls of the dead can't be gathered in the battlefield day and night."

"Brother, do you think this is all in Prosser's plan?" Death frowned, and he was rarely worried.

Hypnos narrowed his eyes lazily, "I think this is all Prosser's plan."

"Then why is he?" Thanadus said incomprehensibly: "With his relationship with His Majesty, it is not difficult for him to stay here even if he is a god of a foreign land!"

Hypnos shook his head, "That's not the problem. If Prosser wants to stay here, he has to gain faith, and faith is the untouchable inverse scale of the gods of Olympus."

Thanadus: "I don't understand, isn't it good that we don't have faith?"

Hypnos snorted slightly, "Yes, but isn't it always some inexplicable things that trigger wars?"

Thanadus: "...that's right."

Honor, wealth, land, belief, these are the beginnings of war, and gods will also participate in the war, and the reasons are sometimes even more ridiculous.

Just jealousy, dissatisfaction, and an unintentional remark will be cursed by the gods, and the destruction of the country is only a thought of the gods.

Every war where God intervenes will end in a short period of time, unlike this time, it has lasted for nearly ten years, and the outcome has not yet been seen.

And recently... Thanadus said unintentionally: "The disciples of Proser have started hunting the gods."

Hypnos twirled the poppy with his hand, and said seriously, "Really?"

Danatus looked at his brother's rare seriousness at a loss, and said, "Yes, I heard that many third-class gods and second-class gods were besieged by the human army called the Crusades, and that one The Holy Knights of Light even blocked Apollo's skyfire."

Hypnos twitched the corners of his mouth after he finished speaking. He remembered Prosser's preparations back then, and couldn't help cursing in his heart: "What kind of monster did he train!"

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