The Sun God took action!

Gret opened his eyes wide. That's right. After eating so many gifts from the world and sleeping for so long, not to mention the advancement, the injury of the body will definitely be healed!

Besides, what he watched helplessly in the bronze disc, the dark scars on the bronze disc were clearly discharged by the Sun God!

It's unreasonable that it's still on the body, and after being attacked by the legend of the Glorious Holy See, it continues to spread! Fakes, all fakes...

But, hey, I like it!

They just had to lie down quietly, pretend to be seriously injured, almost dying, and their aura was extremely weak. When they took all their strength, they swallowed it back!

Work harder!

Kill them!

He opened his eyes wide and felt very interesting, but he hadn't sat up yet - he could see it even if he lay flat anyway.

Around me, the sun priests had already climbed up one after another, supporting the chanting:

"Worship to you, Sun God, when you suddenly rise!

You rise, you shine! Let the starry sky retreat!

You are the king of the gods, and you are all-inclusive.

We are born from you and become sacred because of you..."

The high priest held up the sun disk. This time, the glow shot from the disk was no longer a dull bronze color, but became a clear, rising sun-like brilliance;

The sun goddesses' cheeks flushed, their arms raised high, and their long golden hair was automatically windless, like the thousands of brilliances emitted by the sun;

The nobles and warriors who were flowing with the blood of the sun were even more excited. They waved their weapons, ran, roared, and their bodies were filled with flames. Two of them simply flew off the ground.

If Grett did not make a mistake in his judgment, it was clearly a sign of blood sublimation and there were signs of advancement.

"Tsk, descendants of the gods." Beside him, Master Baierbo sighed softly:

“It’s really easy to climb up…”

"Senior brother, do you want it too?"

Gret looked sideways. The great master shrugged:

"Who wants such a thing? It's easy to use at low levels. When you reach the higher level, you will know that this broken thing is a lifelong shackle - it's many times more difficult to cross the source of blood and climb to legends!"

"Yeah?"

A silver head came to the side, with silver-blue eyes blinking. Master Baierbo was startled and pushed her back quickly:

"I didn't say about you! The bloodlines of the dragon clan and humans are different! - Gret, remember, bloodlines cannot be mixed casually. Even if you want to cultivate followers in the future, don't cultivate these people with native divine blood. The upper limit is too low!"

Gret nodded obediently, lay down and continued to watch. Master Baierbo had thrown out a lot of exploration instruments, alchemy puppets, and set off his posture to detect the energy changes in this battle between the demigods and the legendary ones--

There were also two alchemy birds flapping their wings and flying high. Grett was very suspicious. If there was a chance, the eldest brother actually wanted to take a few drops of divine blood - or pick up some legendary parts or something?

The louder the prayer sounds below, the more resources the sun god Verakocci gets. That glorious sun rose up against the angels, and in just a bag, it sucked the angels into the disc!

At the top of the Holy City of Light, the wings of light spread out, as if the figure that could cover the entire sky was sucked in without resistance.

The closer you get to the sun wheel, the smaller your body, the closer you get to the sun wheel, the dimmer the color, the closer you get to the sun wheel, the more distorted the shape:

From reaching the sky and the earth, it has become dozens of feet high, several feet high, about 10 feet high, soccer, big fists, as big as dust;

From the brilliant pure white, dyed with a slight yellow, then fell into bright yellow, golden, bronze, and dark brown;

The six-wings retracted into two wings, and the two wings retracted into ordinary human form. The ordinary human form curled up and bent, leaving only a small ball...

"Ahhhhhh!"

The ball became smaller and smaller. When it fell on the sun wheel, a layer of black smoke immediately rose, and a brutal howling resounded through the clouds;

At the same time, the sun god Verakocca's angry shout also lingers over the holy lake:

"Ahhhhhh!"

"How dare you attack my kingdom! Attack my people! Attack my holy land! Death! Death for me!"

"I have already understood your power! What Lord of Light, what God claims to be supreme! Who is not the Master of Light! Who is not the Sun God!"

In the roar, the golden light was like a wheel, spinning downward. Archbishop Bartolome's face changed slightly, but the prayer posture he made did not change. He lowered his head and lowered his eyes and murmured to himself:

“Our Father in heaven:

May everyone respect your name as a holy.

May your kingdom come; may your will be done on earth, as in heaven.

Our daily diet is given to us today.

To forgive our debts is as if we forgive people's debts.

We don't let us meet temptation to save us from evil..."

With his prayers, in the seven-story holy mountain, countless people were praying, singing and praising. The ethereal hymns lingered over the holy lake, soothing fear and washing away the dust.

For a moment, the praises of the sun priests were suppressed. Some young nobles, even younger priests, had already begun to see their eyes blurred, and they were about to kneel down on the pilgrimage mountain.

"It's this move again...it's this move again..."

Master Baierbo's face was heavy and turned his head back. It's here again. The most important thing about the Glorious Holy See is that their magical submission technique is extremely powerful.

On the battlefield, a move to the holy mountain presses down on the top, and washes people of other beliefs into his believers. It is very efficient and effective. After a battle, let alone ordinary warriors, even priests can brainwash seventeen or eighteen!

Those natives believe in whoever they like to believe, so don’t be able to withstand their own family…

When he turned his head, he looked at Bernard, the lowest level and the weakest mental power. The barbarian leaned against Apa, chewing a stem of grass, and leisurely beat the beat. When he saw the great wizard looking at him, he bowed his head politely to greet him:

"Grand Master, when will they finish the fight?"

...Okay, look at his clear eyes, and there is no need to worry. The great master looked at Gret again, and saw the kid singing gently while singing:

"Dad hare hare hare hare hare...Dad hare hare hare hare hare..."

Great Master:???

He slapped Gret on the forehead:

"If you have nothing to do, get up and help me measure it! Manipulate the puppet! Record the data! Don't sing here in idle!"

The little movement below did not alarm the two legends above. The holy mountain shone brightly, resisting the attack of the Sun Wheel, and even pressing it so hard that it could not get close to it for a while.

And at this moment, Archbishop Bartolome raised his head and looked at the Governor. The legendary warrior focused his head, raised his hands, and grabbed it in the air.

The light shot from the holy mountain was actually grabbed by him and turned into a snow-white lightsaber, stabbing straight out.

This sword condensed the strength of the two of them and carried the majesty of the Lord of Glory. It was already the strongest attack they could launch without damaging the fundamentals.

The last time, the false god was injured by this move and had to leave the kingdom and escape thousands of miles away. And now it is the winter solstice, and it is the solar eclipse again, which is when its power is the lowest.

The tip of the sword was silent and sank into the center of the Sun Wheel. Governor Martin Reis raised his eyebrows:

This feels wrong!

He changed his move very quickly and immediately picked up, as if he wanted to pick out the angel. However, the lightsaber raised again had no tip of the sword, leaving only a flat sword body.

On the contrary, behind the sun wheel, thousands of rays of light shot out, pulling out a bright rainbow:

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...

Each colorful light does carry a little power. However, the scattered holy light is no longer a holy light. If you want to use it to injure a false god, you don’t have to think about it.

"Despicable outsider! How can this little evil force hurt my body!"

The sun god Verakocci roared in the air. Gret covered his mouth and laughed:

Not bad, it's worth instilling a lot of knowledge into the Sun God, including the scattering of light, the wavelength of light, and infrared, ultraviolet rays and so on...

"No, I can't win!"

The two glorious legends looked at each other and understood this helpless fact. Archbishop Bartolome gritted his teeth and said:

"It actually pretends to be injured but hasn't healed yet! Despicable!"

"You go first! I'll cut off the back!"

Governor Martinez said resolutely. Without waiting for the other party to answer, he had already kneeled on the ground with his sword and prayed softly. The white light on his body became brighter and more solider, and gradually turned him into a deserted man.

"Let's go together!"

The Archbishop responded in a deep voice. From here, he returned to the Governor's area, a thousand miles away, and the warrior's survivability is much stronger than that of the caster-

Moreover, even if you return to the Governor's District, you need two people to support each other in order to defend your territory under the attack of a demigod!

He stopped talking, but instead retracted his arms, his palms facing outward, and he pressed his chest tightly against his knees. His knees were kneeling, his body was frustrated, and his whole body trembled slightly-

Slowly forward with both palms, one minute, one inch by one, like pushing a mountain, pushing the light mountain above your head out vigorously.

The 7th-level holy mountain was pressed down at the sun wheel, as if the sky was tilted. The sun wheel trembled gently, and the surface flames were swept away. It was obviously ready to resist - or even swallow this holy mountain.

The two are getting closer and closer, and the brilliant holy mountain has not shrunk because it is approaching the sun. It is obviously extremely powerful.

Seeing that they were about to collide, Gret drew himself full of defense and was ready to withstand the aftermath of this collision. At the bottom of the Holy Mountain, an unprecedented bright sword energy suddenly jumped out and hit the center of the Sun Wheel!

"boom!"
To be continued...