“This is the first time I’ve seen rain like this!”
"so beautiful!"
The more than a thousand gray dwarves in the tribe were all stunned by the scene before them.
Endless light rain enveloped the entire tribe.
Divine radiance pours into the world.
This is the first time in their lives that they have seen such a beautiful scene.
There are many Grayland dwarves who can't help but want to reach out and touch the falling light rain...
However, when something goes wrong, there must be a monster!
The old patriarch of the tribe suddenly shouted: "Everyone, listen, cover your body with the things around you as much as possible, don't be contaminated by the light and rain, let alone touch it!"
The old patriarch and the powerful tribesmen were the most sober.
They were also the first to take action.
Release the magic power in your body to condense a shield, covering your body.
However, this doesn't seem to be of any use at all.
The falling light rain, like a phantom of nothingness, went straight through their magic shields, even through their armor, and entered their bodies.
With the integration of light and rain~
A group of powerful gray dwarves suddenly felt as if their souls had been cleansed.
The body and mind feel relaxed.
"What power is this?"
"Not only did it not hurt me at all, but it made me feel very comfortable."
"I was extremely nervous just now, but now I am in a very relaxed state of mind, as if all my worries and negative emotions have disappeared."
"I heard the call of the gods!"
"me too."
"There are countless holy voices ringing in my ears..."
"I know, I was wrong!!"
"I am a sinful Gray Dwarf. I should not bully the people of the tribe, and I should not frame Rube in order to improve my status in the tribe..."
"God, please forgive me for the mistakes I have made before!"
"I pray for holiness and light, pray for the Supreme Lord, and pray for the salvation of my soul!"
By the side of the old tribe leader~
One after another, the powerful tribesmen began to cry bitterly.
They even threw away their weapons and kowtowed crazily on the ground.
More than half of the powerful tribesmen are repenting.
This strange scene made the old patriarch and several powerful gray dwarves who had reached level eight so scared that they broke out in cold sweat.
What frightens them the most is...
It’s not just these sixth- and seventh-level tribal elites.
None of the lower-level tribesmen were able to stay awake.
At a glance, the densely packed gray dwarves threw away their weapons, took off their equipment, and all knelt on the ground.
There are more than a thousand grayland dwarves in the tribe.
No one was spared.
Everyone is confessing their sins.
He kept asking for forgiveness from the Lord of Holy Light.
To the old patriarch and others, such a scene is simply more terrifying than meeting the devil in the dark world.
"Damn it!"
"Get up! Get up, everyone!"
"This is evil magic! It's the bewitchment of the evil god!"
The old patriarch screamed in fear while kicking down the nearby tribal elites who were kneeling on the ground.
He tried to use this method to bring the tribe members back to their senses.
However, this approach doesn't work at all.
He saw with his own eyes that the tribal elites who had been kicked to the ground by him got up again, continued to kneel down, and continued to pray to the evil Lord of Holy Light.
There was no expression of pain at all on their faces.
Some are just as pious as believers.
"It's over!"
"It's all over!"
"The war hasn't even started yet, and the tribe has already been defeated!"
The old patriarch's face was dull and he fell into deep despair.
Because at this moment~
They were the only four people in the entire tribe who were awake.
One is him.
Three of them are level eight warriors of the tribe.
As for the other tribesmen, they were all captured by the belief in the evil god.
An eighth-level gray dwarf asked with a trembling voice: "Master Patriarch, what should we do now?"
"I feel like I can't hold on anymore!"
"The evil god's bewitchment of faith is too terrifying, and my will is constantly being destroyed!"
"Master Patriarch, only you can save the tribe now!"
The other two level eight gray dwarves also spoke one after another.
The old patriarch turned to look at them and saw that all three of them were trembling, their faces were pale, and their expressions were filled with endless fear and despair.
He wanted to boost morale, but he couldn't say a word.
Before the war started, he felt he was pretty good.
Now, he is also in a panic.
After all, their tribe had lost 99% of its combat power before the war horn had officially sounded.
There are more than a thousand clan members, and only four of them are still holding on.
Not to mention, there are hundreds of enemies.
A wheel battle would be enough to tear them to pieces.
The old patriarch smiled bitterly and said, "I can't even save myself now, how can I save the tribe?"
An eighth-level gray dwarf said hurriedly: "Master Patriarch, you must not lose faith! If you give up, then our tribe will be completely destroyed!"
"Don't worry, I won't give up!"
"Even if there is no hope at all, I will fight until the last moment!"
The old patriarch pulled out the long sword on his back and raised his eyes to look at the four-winged archangel Elena standing high in the sky, as well as the hundreds of angels that were approaching.
He now understood why the goblin tribe was captured in a short period of time.
The belief in the evil god destroyed the will of the goblin tribe.
How long can the few remaining goblins resist?
The current grayland dwarf tribe is suffering the same treatment as the goblin tribe.
"Followers of the evil god!"
"This world no longer has a breeding ground for faith!"
The old patriarch held a long sword in one hand, stared at Elena with an angry expression, and said like a curse: "One day, your Lord of Holy Light will be surrounded and suppressed by our native intelligent race!"
"Heretics who blaspheme our Lord do not deserve mercy!"
The soft cheeks of the four-winged archangel Elena were filled with indifference.
She waved the staff in her hand, spreading a bright holy light.
Immediately, the more than a thousand gray dwarves ended their prayers one after another.
Then, they stood up together and quickly moved away from the old patriarch of the tribe.
In the blink of an eye...
Only the old patriarch and the three eighth-level gray dwarves beside him were left in the square.
When looking at them, the gray dwarves of the tribe were even full of hostility, because they felt that the old tribe members were too stubborn and stubborn.
What's wrong with believing in the Lord of Holy Light?
Their native intelligent race pursues eternal life.
As long as they believe in the Lord of Holy Light, they can immediately obtain eternal life at the soul level. Even if they die, their souls can return to the divine realm of the Lord of Holy Light and exist forever.
Isn't this what they are after?
Moreover, under the protection of the Lord of Holy Light, the Grayland dwarves can still move towards glory.
The old patriarchs should have absolutely no reason to refuse!
"All evil gods should be destroyed!"
I saw the hostile looks from the tribal people.
The old man was so angry that he almost shed tears, and at the same time he became even more angry.
Because in his view, the evil Lord of Holy Light spreads faith just to enslave their people.
Now, the evil god has done it.
Therefore, the evil god must die!!
The old patriarch could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and with a roar he rushed towards the four-winged archangel Elena.
Although he doesn't have the ability to fly, he's not helpless.
I saw him slashing the long sword in his hand crazily, and in an instant, sword lights that were tens of meters long burst out.
The sword light was bright and cut through the air.
He slashed straight at Elena, who was standing in mid-air.