"So, those guys who can't protect themselves, the things left behind are really annoying!"
The Blood God Son's face became a little ugly.
From the golden giant sword above his head, the Blood God Son felt a nasty aura, the aura that made it extremely difficult for him to reincarnate, giving him a natural aversion.
He had a hunch that if he let this giant sword fall in his current state, if he wanted to be reincarnated again, it would probably be impossible within a few decades.
"Which way should we still go?"
The Blood God Son was a little hesitant.
But the knight who was getting closer and closer to him, and his aura became more and more powerful, and the golden giant sword on his head made him feel more and more dangerous.
A trace of dark aura gradually emanated from the body of the Blood God Son.
Everything around him began to tremble, as if being frightened by the aura emanating from the Blood God Son.
The dark aura wrapped around the chains that bound him, spreading along the chains until it reached the four knights guarding the formation.
Huge evil thoughts instantly poured into the minds of the four knights.
Even their firm beliefs have become a little shaken.
But after all, as the leader of the Church Knights, the firm belief in their hearts made them calm down quickly. The divine light on their bodies kept flashing, and the dark aura dissipated instantly.
But that moment of loss of concentration was enough. For the Blood God Son, that was all he wanted.
He didn't think that such a small evil thought could make these ninth-level knights fall.
"Click! Click! Bang!"
The chains originally wrapped around the body of the Blood God Son immediately shattered under the erosion of the pitch-black aura.
The divine power of light that should have dissipated has now condensed into substance, forming countless sharp thorns and shooting towards the five knights.
And above the countless sharp thorns, there is this heart-stopping killing intent.
"Holy Shield!"
The expressions of the four knights changed drastically when they saw this. There was no need to communicate at all. Their fighting instinct made them all make the same move.
They know that the Blood God Son has now broken free from the shackles. Without the constraints of the chain of punishment, the Blood God Son will quickly regain his original strength.
Everyone in the world knows how powerful the Holy Realm is, and as members of the church, they understand the power of the Holy Realm better than others. Although they are ninth-level knights, they are already considered invincible in the eyes of others.
But in the eyes of those who have entered the holy realm, they are still mere existences that can be suppressed with a flip of their hands.
If the Blood God Son is allowed to take a breather, even if they are not restored to their full strength, they will not be able to be the Blood God Son's opponents.
All hope now can only be found in the knight who is gathering justice.
Justice is a knight who condenses all his beliefs and bets his faith and all his will on a single blow.
It can be said to be a sure blow.
If this blow cannot kill the Blood God Son in his weakest state, then the result will be disastrous.
Therefore, they must ensure that Rorge's just decision can be completed smoothly.
Even if this blow is a sure hit, it must be in a state where the caster is still alive. But when using this blow, the knight must concentrate, all his year and attention, and all his divine power.
He was so focused on condensing that giant sword that he had no time to care about anything else.
Four knights who had also escaped from the shackles of the formation came to Rorge's side at the same time.
A golden shield condensed in front of him, like four loyal guardians, guarding Rorge's side, allowing him to withstand attacks from the outside world.
"This damn law!"
The Blood God Son looked at the golden giant sword above his head with fear.
The blood all over his body is constantly surging. With the experience of his ancestors fighting against the church, he naturally knows that he will not be able to escape this blow. Even his own body will not be able to escape if he is chosen by the justice judgment here.
This blow.
Although this weak knight in his eyes could not possibly use this blow on his own body, even his soul would be shattered and he would not be able to withstand such a backlash.
It would be more like the guy he believed in.
But it is obvious that there is a huge gap between Rorge and the gods, and there is also an unbridgeable gap between himself and his body. Naturally, he cannot ignore this just decision.
"Justice—verdict!"
After several breaths of preparation, the giant sword in Rorge's hand had become a complete form.
He raised the giant sword in his hand high and swung it down. The giant sword above the Blood God Son's head was also fully formed, and slowly fell down with Rorge's movements.
"This kind of thing also wants to deal with me? It would be more like that old guy Francis!"
The Blood God Son looked up at the giant sword falling towards him, completely ignoring the menacing Rorge. The Blood God Son knew that the thing on his head was the most deadly thing.
At this moment, scarlet liquid surged up on the ground, the surrounding air was already stained with a strong smell of blood, and everything around seemed to be covered with a thin layer of blood mist.
In contrast, in mid-air, golden and pure white light shone dozens of miles around, competing with the bloody aura.
It was as if they were two incompatible rivals, fighting for each other's territory without giving in.
…………
"Squeak! Squeak!"
In another part of the forest, countless animals that were originally ferocious or docile, and even monsters that were divided over one side, were like crazy, roaring crazily, and running away, as if there was something to choose from in this place.
It's like a terrifying creature that eats.
Among the animals scurrying around, there was a little squirrel, going against the tide and heading towards the place where the monsters wanted to escape.
After running into the range filled with blood mist, the squirrel seemed to feel the terrifying aura, stopped, trembled, and shouted to the two people who were one body away from him.
"Uncle! This smells so disgusting, but I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."
One of the boys also stopped and said to the man holding a rabbit in his hand.
This young man is naturally Tang Tang.
As Tang Tang spoke, he scratched his hair in confusion. Under his influence, he seemed to have smelled this smell before, but he couldn't remember it at all for a while.
"Blood God Cult!"
Gudong, who was caught in Li Mu's hand, recognized it at a glance. He couldn't think of another organization with this kind of power in this world except the Blood God Cult.