Hundreds of distorted and blurry figures shot out, and in the blink of an eye they arrived at the battlefield a hundred miles away. A large piece of cold light shot out from the air, and hundreds of thousands of followers of the Milo Sect didn't even notice.
Qing was beheaded as soon as something happened. Then a twisted black shadow appeared, and he roared loudly at those fanatical believers whose bodies were shining with silver light.
These fanatic believers immediately stood facing each other in pairs, and half of them raised the silver staffs in their hands and hit their companions on the opposite side hard on the head. These believers who took action looked at themselves with a solemn expression of incomparable envy.
The heads of his companions were smashed to pieces with his cane, and he watched as the pale silver souls in their bodies soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
Chitel took a sip of the fragrant tea, put down the tea cup, and shook his head gently: "Are you relieved now?"
The beautiful woman stared at Chittel, she gritted her teeth and said word by word: "Who came up with such a vicious idea to use those stupid, dirty, stinking, low-blooded orcs to insult my family?
’s child?”
After being silent for a while, Chitel rolled his eyes and laughed softly: "Oh, he is just an insignificant person. But his backstage is very strong. His backstage is the goddess of war Mu Wei, she is our Aser
One of the four main gods of the Protoss! So, Lin Qi, the emperor of the Longshan Empire, although he came up with this idea, what can you do against him?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Chitel smiled lightly: "He is indeed just a lowly person. Although he inherited the priesthood, he is just a low-level god. He obtained the title of God's Chosen One by flattering Mu Wei.
Honor. If, Your Highness, the Saint, you want to kill him... maybe just a word from you? Of course, I didn't suggest you do this!"
The beautiful woman is not stupid either. As the mother of Nightmare Chili, she is the highest-ranking saint in the Temple of Heaven. She is not the kind of person who can be used as a sword easily. She glanced at Chitel with a cold gaze, and the beauty
The woman slowly leaned back on the soft couch and laughed softly: "So, he has a personal enmity with your Commercial Temple! Then, it's better for you to deal with this 'lower god' named Lin Qi!"
Down to business. Chittel!”
Spreading his hands helplessly, Chitel, the God of Commercial Fraud, said calmly: "Well, let's talk about serious matters! The Miluo Cult is attacking the Tianmiao, and we know that in recent times, the high-end combat power they have dispatched has become more and more powerful.
You are getting stronger and stronger. We have already suspected that there are god-level beings appearing on the battlefield. In just two months, not to mention the casualties caused by the killers they sent to you, on the front battlefield, the temple lost about a million believers!"
The beautiful woman smiled indifferently and waved her hand disapprovingly: "A mere million believers are nothing to the Temple of Heaven! You must know that the foundation of the Temple of Heaven is the Eastern Continent. We have trillions of believers, and no one can shake us.
fundamental."
Chitel ignored the beautiful woman's words. He just said to himself: "His Royal Highness Nightmare is very important to God King Nightmare! Not only to God King Nightmare. To the entire spiritual god clan, Nightmare is very important."
We don’t even know the significance of His Highness, The Spiritual God Clan. It is extremely difficult to reproduce naturally, so it is a miracle and an opportunity for God King Nightmare to give birth to His Highness, His Highness, Nightmare."
After coughing, Chitel reminded the beautiful woman with a stiff face to concentrate. He said in a deep voice: "With the life safety of His Highness Nightmare Chili as collateral, the Tianmiao and the church jointly attacked the Miluo Sect.
The church occupies 60% of all the loot, and the other 40% belongs to the Tianmiao. Our goal is to take advantage of the truce in the Western Continent to completely eliminate the Miluo Cult!"
A group of dim light appeared next to the beautiful woman, and Yan Zhe's face emerged in the dim light. He laughed strangely a few times, and said with a sinister tone: "Chitel, your idea is very interesting!
Let us, the Gods of the Heavenly Temple, charge into battle for you, the Ashe Clan, and then you take away the biggest benefits? Huh? Do you really think that the multi-armed Mysterious Demon Clan of Milo Clan and his lackey Clan are so good?
Can it be dealt with?"
Chitel looked at Yan Zhe and said calmly: "With us taking action together, the violent maniacs of the multi-armed secret demon clan can be easily eliminated!"
Nightmare tilted his head and said calmly: "We won't do that! At the end of the ancient war of gods, although there were only two high-ranking gods left in the multi-armed mystical demon clan, they seemed to be even fewer than your Asheer clan.
One person, which is three fewer than the top gods of our Heavenly Temple. However, the multi-armed mystical demons are the best at all kinds of evil magic, so they are probably hiding their strength."
With a cold snort, Nightmare said sarcastically: "Nightmare is indeed very important to us, but it is impossible for me to convince my companions to launch a full-scale war against the Miluo Cult just because of his life. A divine war will definitely happen.
When a god dies, the price is too high, and the life of the Nightmare Chili is not comparable to the life of a main god."
With a hint of ferocity and cruelty, Nightmare said calmly: "You captured Nightmare Chili, and you imprisoned him, but that's all. Do you dare to kill him? Do you dare to abuse him? No, you don't dare.
, you can only imprison him, and you have to be responsible for his food, clothing, housing, and transportation, isn't it? Because you know that if you really kill the Nightmare Chili, then I will fight you to the death!"
With a weird laugh, Yan Zhen laughed loudly: "So, I am not threatened, and I will not agree to your conditions! I have already found the secret of reproducing offspring with humans. If you let me try a few more times, I will definitely do it.
How wonderful it would be to give birth to more children, each of them possessing the strength of a higher god? Together with my clansmen, we will soon be able to make the spiritual god clan multiply and grow!"
Chitel looked at the triumphant Yan Zhe and said lightly: "The Divine Realm can be opened to the Spirit God Clan, allowing you to obtain the inheritance of the gods who died in battle. You can choose devout fanatics to enter the Divine Realm and obtain all the Spirit God Clan.
The power and blood of the fallen gods transform them into members of the spiritual god clan!"
Nightmare closed his mouth, he frowned, and fell into hard thinking. Giving birth to a son was a very difficult task for the Spirit God clan. But if you rely on the power of the God Realm, you can directly give birth to a son.
If the chosen one is transformed into one of his own clansmen, he will quickly restore the Spirit God clan. In the ancient divine war, more than 99% of the clansmen who came here from the Spirit God clan died in the battle. If the inheritance of these clansmen can be obtained in the divine domain,
, it would be of great significance to transform a group of devout fanatics into one's own tribe.
"Well, this, it seems, is not non-negotiable!" Yan Zhe clicked his lips, turned to look at the beautiful woman lying on the bed, and coughed heavily: "Qing Yao, go pick a few this year.
The saints who have just been chosen come over and ask them to take good care of this guy Chittel. I know this guy is a pervert, well, during the voyage that year, I saw a lot of his romantic affairs."
Chitel laughed with joy, crossed his legs, and nodded to Nightmare easily: "God King Nightmare still remembers those trivial things about me? Ah ha, this is really my honor! The only pity is that
The only thing is that the members of the Spiritual God Clan have no real entity, otherwise, I would have long wanted to see the charm of the beauties of the Spiritual God Clan."
Yan Zhe snorted coldly again. He glanced at the green demon saint who walked out of the room twisting her water snake waist, and muttered in a low voice: "Do you dare? If you are really interested, I will pick a few hot spots.
A girl will accompany you? If you are not afraid that some of your parts will be burned to ashes, you can give it a try! Hum, there is no entity? If there is no entity, how did the Nightmare Chili come to be born? "
Chitel's eyes widened and he cautiously approached Yan Zhe: "This is exactly what we are curious about! The members of the Spirit God Clan are just a ball of original energy. You don't even have a body. How can you reproduce?
What about the offspring? Moreover, the offspring you reproduce retain the shape and appearance of humans, how can you be sure that they are your children?"
Yan Zhe narrowed his eyes cunningly, and Jie Jie laughed. He laughed a few times and said dryly: "Let's be serious. We need more to attack the Miluo Cult."
Make some preparations! There are so many followers of the Milo God Religion, and it is really difficult to kill them. Well, let’s forget about the other trophies. We want 70% of the souls of the followers of the Milo God Religion!"
"No, no, no, it's impossible!" Chitel hurriedly shouted: "We want to possess 60% of the souls of all the slain believers of the Milo Religion. This is our bottom line! God King Nightmare, you must
Understand, how much price do we have to pay to allow you to enter the Divine Realm and inherit the priesthood of those fallen members of the Spiritual God Clan? The divine power stored in the Divine Realm is countless!"
Nightmare looked at Chitel angrily, and shouted: "But Chitel, you shameless, dirty, dirty liar, God's Domain was built jointly by so many of our races, and his ownership is not only
It’s just you, the Achael Clan, but it belongs to all of us! You have occupied the divine domain for so many years, and you still have the nerve to say such things to me? We want 70% of the souls of the believers of Milo God Religion!”
Chitel shook his head repeatedly without relenting. The souls of believers, especially the huge number of believers' souls counted in tens or hundreds of billions, are such a precious asset. He will try his best to serve the Ashe Clan no matter what.
Fighting for more profits, he couldn't let Ninzhen take away so many benefits.
"Damn it!" Yan Zhen roared angrily, and then he shouted: "Sanhua Goddess, dear Sanhua Goddess, come and discuss the terms of our cooperation with this guy! Aha, I
Remember, you seem to be an old couple?" (To be continued)