Spellcasting Heavens

Praise be to you! Great God of Darkness!

Please accept our pious sacrifice! Listen to the painful cries of these unbelievers!

Water and soothe your divinity with their blood and souls!

Come! Believer of darkness! Slit the enemy's throat! Dye the city red with blood!

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Accompanied by fanatical chants, in a city that had just been captured, countless intruders with distorted expressions raised their butcher knives and carried out an unprecedented massacre regardless of gender, age or child.

No mercy!

No forgiveness!

Not to mention that some people are not allowed to join the church and become dark believers like before.

They were like crazy, slitting the throat of every living person, watching each other fall in a pool of blood, desperately trying to cover the arteries that kept spewing blood.

But unfortunately, this is completely in vain. Within a few minutes at most, they will either die of excessive blood loss or suffocate because the blood blocks the trachea.

The most terrifying thing is that every time a person dies, the air in the city becomes gloomy, and the sky seems to be shrouded in dark clouds, so gloomy that the sun cannot be seen at all.

As the initiator of all this, the woman raised her head and silently stared at the sky, feeling the extremely strong negative emotions gathered together, and the huge shadow hidden behind the dark clouds leading to another space.

no doubt!

The shadow that becomes more and more substantial is Ruva, the god of darkness, who is about to awaken from chaos.

Now, he has acquired preliminary sanity and understands those things that are beneficial to him and those things that are harmful to him.

In the process of crazy devouring, he did not forget to feed back part of his divine power to the believers below.

Everyone who felt their own strength growing, kneeled on the ground and praised the great god at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, they realized that the God of Darkness was not fictitious, nor was it a false god enshrined in those temples.

On the contrary, he is a real god of darkness who can communicate with believers and give feedback to believers.

As long as you are pious enough and contribute enough to the church, you will receive corresponding feedback and rewards.

What a wonderful sight! I'm only one step away from success... The woman pursed her lips and murmured to herself with a look of obsession.

But before she could be happy for a while, a dusty scout rushed over from a distance on horseback, fell to the ground with a plop, and reported in a hurried tone: Madam! The enemy... the enemy is coming! Kerwin The forward of the army is less than ten kilometers away from us. There are five thousand infantry, two thousand cavalry, five hundred steel puppets, and a large group of countless monsters.

What? Why so fast? The woman's pupils suddenly shrank.

He did not attack the city we occupied! Instead, he went around directly, intending to eliminate the main force first. Be prepared quickly, we have no chance to escape.

The words just fell!

The scout rolled his eyes and fainted, with dark red blood seeping out from the side of his clothes.

You don't need to ask to know that he suffered unknown injuries, and if he hadn't been holding his breath, he might have died on the road.

Damn it! That tyrant is here! What should we do next? Retreat and attack the next city? Or... Another church leader asked cautiously.

No! We have no time to attack the next city! Close the city gate! Throw all the corpses outside! Get ready to defend the city! This time, we may have to fight a bloody battle with the enemy. For the great God of Darkness, even if we fight to the last person, we must not retreat. Don't forget, the gods are watching us in the sky. The woman raised her holy sword and loudly encouraged morale.

For the great God of Darkness!

For the church!

For the sake of devout faith!

Fight the tyrant!

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Under the dual stimulation of words and miracles, these crazy madmen who had lost their minds completely ignored the fatigue signals sent by their bodies and once again devoted themselves to vigorous defensive preparations.

In just two hours, most of the corpses were dumped outside the city. At the same time, a large number of houses were demolished, and stones and wood were moved up the city wall, intending to give the enemy a big surprise.

Since almost all the residents of the city were killed, they didn't have to worry too much about their backs.

By the time the forward cavalry arrived, the city had become an out-and-out war fortress.

Although the bloodstains in many places on the city wall have not completely dried up, the church troops standing on top are ready and their bodies are radiating bloodthirsty light.

At this moment, these guys have no fear, and all they can think about is how to die in the most heroic way, and then return to the embrace of the gods to enjoy the beautiful life after death.

Oh - my God! These madmen have just captured a fortified city, and they are not slacking off at all? And what's going on with those mountains of corpses? Could they...

Speaking of this, the cavalry commander suddenly choked up.

Because he saw a young face, and it was his nephew.

Sir, please calm down and don't be impulsive. We are cavalry and we do not carry any engineering equipment.

The adjutant next to him obviously noticed this, and immediately held on to the commander's arm, for fear that the other party would give some irrational orders.

Huh... the cavalry commander took a deep breath and responded in a gloomy voice: Don't worry about me, I'm calm. Since these bastards won't even let teenagers go, then naturally they will too. There is no value in living. Go and inform His Majesty Kerwin that there are no more of his subjects in this city.

What do you mean... The adjutant's expression changed slightly.

That's right! I mean to let his tyrant side be fully revealed! Since our enemies want to defend! Why don't we satisfy their wishes? The cavalry commander opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of white teeth. , no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel dark and terrifying.

The adjutant shuddered subconsciously, turned around and yelled at a messenger: Idiot! Didn't you hear the order from your Excellency? Go and execute it!

yes!

The messenger hurriedly responded and ran towards the direction of the large army without looking back.

Anyone who is not an idiot can sense that the murderous intent radiating from the cavalry commander's body was not even covered up.

He wants to use the blood of his enemies to pay tribute to his dead relatives!

If nothing else happens, this will be a war without prisoners, a complete massacre...