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Chapter 1208 Madness (Part 2)

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    Soldiers from several regiments were gathered around the Holy Father. He was wearing a large robe, sitting under the tower of the power of the gods, looking at the men around him kindly.

    These were the hopes of the past, and they still are.

    It¡¯s just that the content of hope is different.

    In the past, they were the foundation of the Dawn Temple, the basis for the continuation of a species, and the strong backing to ensure his rule.

    Now, it¡¯s him

    The movement in the Dawn Temple aroused high tension among the posthumous people, especially the appearance of the Holy Father, which aroused an uproar with fear.

    There is no way, everyone has seen the power of divine punishment. The posthumous man paid the price of the previous generation of pool guardians and the entire holy pool. Such power, which was almost devastating to the world, did not kill this ninth-level strong man.  After losing the divine punishment, how to deal with him?

    Many people were busy, and orders were issued one after another. Some resting troops entered a state of combat readiness and began to gather towards the city wall.

    Xia Lei and others immediately closed the door of time and space to prevent the ninth-level powerhouse from forcing a breakthrough to the earth.

    On the other side, the Holy Maiden and Rong Zhi Nanjin stood far away. They were also attracted by the gathering horn, but when they came, they found that they had been isolated from the battle formation. The Holy Father had no intention of calling them over, so he  Not to mention explaining to them the intention of now calling in the troops.

    "Children, we suffered a failure a few days ago." The Holy Father suddenly spoke, and his kind and kind voice spread in all directions.

    There is some restlessness below, because of hearing the self-teaching words of the Holy Father and because of that failure.

    Many warriors of the Dawn Temple still do not accept the fact of defeat. They believe that they just failed to capture the royal city.

    The biggest obstacle to the city wall is no longer a problem. Even if several gaps are now blocked by ruins, they can no longer pose a threat. The large reduction in siege equipment has weakened the fire suppression they face. They can focus more on charging. In the warriors  In terms of quantity, although they have gone through a painful attrition, they still have some advantages overall, and the quality of the individual soldiers is even better than that of the deceased.

    In this case, the previous battle can only be regarded as a temporary setback.

    Now that the Holy Father has recovered from his injury, it is time to regroup and attack the royal city!

    Ordinary soldiers cannot figure out the situation of the entire team in time, their minds are relatively simple, and they still worship the Holy Father.

    "But it doesn't matter, I am here, you are here, victory is here."

    The Holy Father stood up, which dispelled the rumors that he had lost half of his body. This undoubtedly gave these warriors greater confidence.

    "Holy Father! All the Lords!"

    Such calls resounded throughout the entire royal city.

    The saint looked at it from a distance, with the corners of her mouth raised.

    "Are you willing to follow me to attack this broken city in front of you?!"

    "willing!"

    "Are you willing to follow me to avenge the dead Pao Ze?!"

    "willing!"

    "Are you willing to follow me to another world and show the eternal character and loyalty of the people of Dawn God?!"

    "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

    "Very well, children, I will fulfill your wish, we will be together forever!"

    After saying these words, the Holy Father stretched out a hand from under his robe and patted the tower of the Power of the Gods. The entire Power of the Gods lit up, and then, a stream of less conspicuous light appeared on the tower.  For the center, it surged in all directions from the metal platform connected to the ground.

    If you look carefully, you will find that among these lights are thin red tubes.

    Ordinary warriors cannot detect these changes, but level eight masters can.

    At this moment, both the saint and the two giants, as well as the few remaining eighth-level experts in the Dawn Temple, all looked extremely pale.

    "Crazy, crazy, really crazy"

    Rong Zhi murmured in his mouth, his face turned pale and became extremely sad.

    He discovered that the holy and almost pure Lord of the Temple in his heart had fallen in the face of life.

    And even the Saint, who had long despaired of this man who was both a teacher and a father, was extremely shocked when she found out what the Holy Father was going to do. She really wanted to use some extreme words to describe it, but in her head,  Blank.

    Finally, some warriors realized something was wrong. They just thought that the Holy Father wanted to absorb their abilities.Strength, reopen the power of the gods, and attack the posthumous king's city.

    But they felt something sharp piercing their bodies from the soles of their feet. After that, not only the energy began to drain, but also their vitality disappeared rapidly.

    This is not what the power of the gods should be like.

    Some soldiers began to struggle in fear, but found that their mouths could no longer make a sound, and even their bodies were gradually losing control.

    They looked at the Holy Father who was delivering a passionate speech just now. At this moment, the face that should have been smiling was still full of smiles, but that smile was weird and sinister.

    Many people understood what was going on in an instant, and even the soldiers who were not standing on the metal ground gradually recognized the fact.

    But this restlessness was immediately suppressed by many commanders. These people spoke in unison about the glorious deeds of the Holy Father in the past, about glory and splendor, about sacrifice and dedication, about loyalty and futility.

    ¡°Speaking of¡­the incarnation of God.

    Many soldiers calmed down in this kind of rhetoric. Although they still felt uneasy and uneasy, inexplicable and confused, they still chose to believe and compromise based on their devout faith since birth.

    But those warriors standing on the metal ground did not have such a chance. They were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. Their eyes were full of horror, but they could not express it.

    Some lower-level warriors were the first to be unable to resist. They lost their support and fell to the ground, turning into lifeless mummies.

    This situation continued to happen in the following time. In just ten minutes, more than 20,000 soldiers died in this way.

    With the tower of the power of the gods as the center, a large area around it was covered with the corpses of temple warriors.

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    Recover!

    The Holy Father is absorbing the life force of his men to heal himself!

    Sure enough, under everyone's gaze, the Holy Father slowly tore off the robe covering his body, revealing his bare upper body, which had almost returned to its original shape, except for the tips of his fingers, where there were countless blood vessels.  Squirming.

    It¡¯s just that the skin color of this half of the body is very different from the other side. One is black and the other is white, which is extremely eye-catching. This makes the Holy Father look as weird as his smile.

    "I recovered, then"

    "Which one of you can stop me!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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