A bright light flashed, and the dense crowd was instantly plowed out into a bloody canal.
People on both sides were stunned.
They never expected that His Majesty the King could launch such a fierce attack.
Is this something humans can do?
Only God can do this, right?
Can the power of God be controlled by humans?
Thinking of this, the traitors all woke up. They also had the power of gods. Although they were not so powerful, they were still better than nothing.
"The Fire God of Hell will burn everything in the world!"
"Praise to the Fire God of Hell, I would like to use my body as a platform to welcome you into the world!"
These people triggered the power of fire in their bodies one after another, and the flame elves immediately revived, bred and grew in their bodies, and broke out of their shells.
The bodies of the traitors swelled one after another, blazing fire erupted from their mouths, nostrils, etc., and red magma broke through the blood vessels, flowing and spreading on the body surface.
They have become more powerful!
It was at least three to five times stronger, and the whole body was covered with cracked lines, and the lines shone with dim light, like a naturally occurring tattoo.
A few people even reached ten times. Not only did the flame patterns on their bodies become more complicated and mysterious, but they were also surrounded by a flame shield that looked like a substance. Under their feet, darkness spread and the scorched earth expanded.
"Come on! Everyone, come on together!"
"Although his move is powerful, the consumption must be very terrifying. He cannot use it in a short period of time..."
The words stopped suddenly, and the speaker seemed to be strangled by the neck and could no longer make any sound.
Because opposite him, Tamir stretched out his hand and another sword appeared.
An identical sword.
The blade of the sword is sharp and the surface of the sword is bright, like a stream of autumn water and a streak of silver light.
That person was right. This move cannot be used continuously. Each time it will use up the sword energy accumulated in the sword body, it must be recharged before it can regain its power.
However, Tamil has money!
Only poor people buy lighters with kerosene added. Rich people use disposable lighters, such as disposable lighters, and throw them away after use. This kind of luxury is what they want.
"boom!"
Another sword!
Only when we face each other can we realize that the gap between the two sides is not three to five times, nor ten to eight times, but a hundred or a thousand times.
Those strong men who were scorched with every step tried to compete with Taimu with their own strength, but they vividly explained what it means to be like a mantis with its arms like a chariot, and a small earthworm shaking a pillar.
The sword still struck down, whether they were there or not, it struck so fast and extended so long.
Their existence has no meaning, and their deaths have no value.
There is not much difference between killing 100 people and killing 101 people with one sword.
If there are too few dead ones, take another shot.
Seeing the sword reappearing in Tamil's hand, the traitors collectively collapsed.
Can't beat it!
escape!
However, when they approached the griffins, the originally loyal and tame mounts roared and hissed at them, and even stood up and attacked them with sharp claws.
boom!
A traitor raised his hand and fired a burst of fireball.
The magic that requires magicians to recite long spells is now available with a wave of their hands, and their ability to control flames has reached its peak.
This is the gift given to them by the Fire God of Hell.
The griffon received this blow, and its wings were suddenly blackened. It let out a shrill roar and flew into the air with a kick of its four claws.
Other griffons also took off one after another, hovering above the castle, staring at everyone present with their sharp eyes.
Only then did the traitors remember that the gryphon was a mount given to them by His Majesty the King.
Every griffon is created and cultivated by the main god of the system. In this world, their only loyal object is His Majesty the King.
"Run? There is no place for you anywhere in the world!"
"You don't have to believe in the main god of the system, but you should never blaspheme the main god of the system!"
"Those who blaspheme, die!"
The traitors were defeated by the sword energy.
No one dared to form a group anymore, and no three people dared to stand in a row for fear of being strung together by a sword energy.
When the traitors began to rout, Eve moved.
Attacking and beheading are her best skills.
No one is missing!
No one can be left behind!
The traitors were all killed, and not a single corpse was found.
When they awakened the flame elves and became members of the Burning Legion, they no longer had the concept of a body.
Death is extinguishing, leaving only a pile of embers.
In the sky, members of the fff group arrived one after another.
When they discovered that griffons were circling over the castle and blood was flooding in the castle, they immediately felt something was wrong.
However, when they wanted to turn around, the griffins beneath them all lost control and plunged into the castle.
Gululu...
A member of the FFF group rolled down from the griffin in embarrassment. Before he could stop, he felt something round and greasy pressing on his chest. When he took it out with his hand, his heart suddenly tightened.
Head!
I don’t know some unlucky guy’s Tianling Gai.
Looking around again, although there are burnt marks everywhere, you can still identify a large number of broken limbs.
The air is filled with a familiar smell, which is the smell produced by burning corpses. This is no stranger to the members of the fff group.
It's just that they usually burn to death at most two or three people at a time, and the number of double figures is rare.
And here...
They all felt numb and did not dare to continue thinking about it.
I saw His Majesty the King standing with his sword ready, and then I looked at the deep ravines on the ground, which looked like radiating lines, and the starting point of all the lines was in front of His Majesty the King.
They thought of a possibility at the same time, a very terrifying possibility.
"I have met... His Majesty the King... I have met... the Captain..."
kneel!
Crisp and neat, without any sloppiness.
Although they didn't know where the Shura purgatory-like scene around them came from, their strong desire to survive made them know what tone and posture they should use at this time.
Time flies, the sun sinks below the horizon little by little, the moon sets and the sun rises, and the light returns to the earth.
At this time, there were more than 4,000 people kneeling in front of Taimuer.
All the remaining members of the fff group have arrived.
This time they made the right choice.
Thamel was still sitting, comfortable and comfortable.
Everyone in front of him was covered in silver, and the cold frost mist and freezing air caused a layer of ice armor to form on their bodies.
Winter has arrived!
It is the season of heavy snow in the north.
Kneeling outside in this kind of weather all night, even if the members of the fff group are very strong, they can't stand it.
Half of the four thousand people in front of me could not survive the severe cold and would sleep here forever.
The remaining cold air erodes the body, making everything feel cool inside and outside, up and down.
As for the fire that lived in the body, it was all extinguished and ceased to exist.
Tamil stood up slowly.
"I forgive your sins, but I don't know if the Lord God of the system will forgive your blasphemy. Please repent to the Lord God here."
"No one is allowed to step outside the castle - life is the people here; death is the ghost here!"