High in the sky, the gods of Odin's Temple stared at this incredible fortress of war in amazement.
They had never seen such a fortress of war.
Even in the primeval war, humans have copied strategic weapons such as Thor's hammer, but humans have not created such a strange war fortress.
That's right, it's weird, this metal city feels eerie, and the whole body is exuding a strange chill.
"We've got to figure out a way."
Among the beast gods, Rhine, who was known for his wisdom, frowned.
We have to find a good way to solve this problem, otherwise, if those lowly believers die and wound too many here, it will not be in the interests of the gods Just when the Rhine and other gods were at a loss in the face of this sudden appearance of the fortress of war, Blackbeard's roar echoed in the sky above the Holy Mountain.
There was a hint of choking in Blackbeard's voice, a hint of strong personal emotion, and a complex feeling that couldn't be explained.
From his shouts, everyone could hear what a good man he was with affection and compassion "It's impossible, the elite legions of the three major temples of the Dawn Temple, the Punishment Temple, and the War God Temple have all been wiped out."
"No way, how can this be great gods, shelter your devout believers, what wonderful young men are they, they are a bunch of good young men, they went to war to preserve the glory of the gods, they can do anything for the gods such devout believers, how can they suddenly, suddenly..."
Standing in the most majestic and solemn hall of the Faculty on the top of the Holy Mountain, the disheveled black beard wept bitterly with red lip marks on his face.
Although there were not a few tears on his face, he at least replaced them with snot, and it seemed that his old face was still wet.
He grabbed the sleeve of the cardinal Archbishop of a god-descended family beside him, wiped his face fiercely, and then wept bitterly again.
He covered his face with his hands because of the intense pain.
His muscles twitched, and Blackbeard finally fell to his knees as he fell to his knees as he felt sad from the depths of his soul.
Blackbeard, who was almost rolling on the ground and crying, sobbed and wailed, and he accurately reported the names of the high-ranking generals in the elite legions of the three major temples, and even the resumes of their adjutant and some important subordinate officers, Blackbeard reported them one by one.
He painfully told the church leaders around him how much he liked these great boys, how much he loved these wonderful young people, and how hard he made the decision to send them to war.
And then how sad he is now.
With a hard sob, Blackbeard looked up, his eyes red from his fist.
It's already a little purple.
He rubbed the corners of his eyes and hissed in a sad tone: "Poor St.
Jobe, I remember that his fiancée was only fifteen years old, and originally said that after this war, he would marry her fiancée."
"Ah, St.
Jobe.
Poor St.
Jobe, your fiancée, known as the most beautiful flower of the Dawn Seminary, is so beautiful, so weak, so joyful, you are dead.
How do you let her live in this damn world full of tigers and wolves, how do you let her survive in the western continent full of aliens and orcs?"
Standing up with difficulty, Blackbeard looked at the thousands of church leaders in front of him.
Word by word, he said: "Dear brothers, we are all servants of the gods, we must uphold the merciful and merciful heart of our master, we must not let the warriors of the gods, the devout believers, shed blood and tears, of course, St.
Jobe has died in battle.
He's not going to cry, but we can't do those chilling things."
He slapped his chest hard.
Not allowing these church leaders to speak, Blackbeard had already said to himself: "I have a good arrangement, Iron Hammer, my old brother, your distant cousin and nephew Big Babi, hasn't he always had no wife, the most beautiful little flower of our Dawn Seminary, I will leave it to him to take care of from now on, find a good time in the past two days, let them hurry up and have sex together."
A cardinal archbishop, the father of St.
Jobe's fiancée, whom Blackbeard was talking about, shuddered with excitement when he heard that Blackbeard had planned for his daughter, and he stepped forward to reject Blackbeard's kindness.
Big Babi, the young man, our dear cardinal knew that his boy was now in charge of guarding the only checkpoint of the Church, a strong man over thirty years old, covered in fishy smell, with black fur like a black bear.
And our cardinal's daughter, the fiancée of St.
Jobe, who died in battle, is the most beautiful flower in the Church But before the cardinal could speak, Blackbeard strode up to him and put his arms around his neck.
The monster-like arm tightened the archbishop's windpipe, so that he couldn't even breathe, let alone speak.
Blackbeard's fierce eyes widened, staring at the unlucky cardinal and said: "I know that St.
Jobe is an excellent young man, but no matter how good he is, he is also dead, you will not take your daughter to die for St.
Jobe because of excessive sadness, do you choose to hang, behead, or burn at the stake If your whole family is going to die for St.
Jobe."
Naked threats, naked hooligan faces at a glance Blackbeard's words made the high-level churches in the hall look at each other silently.
Facing the warriors of the Black Tiger clan who were heavily armed around the main hall, and facing the Xuanlan and wine barrels who were squatting at the door of the main hall with a roasted dragon leg and eating happily, where would anyone dare to speak against Blackbeard's words By the way, Xuan Lan and the wine barrel are tearing the roasted dragon legs, his original figure is a temple protection holy dragon of the Punishment Temple, it is the primeval dragon that took the initiative to surrender to the god of punishment at the end of the primeval god war, and has the strength of the peak god But this primeval dragon faced Xuanlan and the wine barrel, and was killed with just one blow, and then was sent to the grill By the way, this is the eighteenth Church Guardian Dragon that Xuanlan and the Wine Barrel have eaten in the past few days In the face of such two ferocious freaks who can kill even god-level dragons as drinks, these high-ranking church leaders who still belong to the mortal realm, where do they have the guts and Blackbeard to talk nonsense Satisfied, he let go of the cardinal archbishop, who was about to suffocate and faint, and Blackbeard threw a wink at the hammer triumphantly: "Let Big Babi go and bring the beauty home later, well, hurry up, work hard and do it quickly, it's an extraordinary time, I don't have time to let him waste it, I've seen that girl once, it's a big beauty, cheap Big Babi this kid" Iron Hammer smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line, the big beauty that Blackbeard said, the fiancée of the dead ghost St.
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Jobe, he had also seen it twice, and it was indeed a stunning beauty who captivated the country and the city.
Not to mention that in the church, even in the entire Western continent, there are few more beautiful girls than her.
The three daughters of Esther, Amore, and Etrith around Lin Qi are only slightly better in temperament.
Coughing vigorously, Blackbeard tightened his open shirt, barely buttoned a button, and then grinned again.
But after howling a few times, and finding that there was no one in the hall crying with him, Blackbeard was very bored, so he simply closed his mouth and put his due face out.
"Okay, now let's get down to business" Blackbeard glanced majestically and fiercely at the many church leaders in the main hall: "The elite of the three major temples have all been wiped out, and this revenge must be avenged."
Well, along with the loss, there are also the civil clergy in charge of the day-to-day administration and missionary affairs of the church's major shrines, this loss is too heavy, and we must repay this revenge. ” A bold cardinal, the Cardinal Archbishop with a Divine Crown, spoke in a trembling voice: "But, Honorable Lord Lin Hu, we are now understaffed, and we have even emptied our forces to defend the Holy Mountain.
We... ” Blackbeard rudely interrupted the archbishop: "However, I have heard that under every temple, there are still hidden elites" The vast majority of the church's high-level leaders were at a loss, and only a very small number of core-level church leaders had a sudden change in their faces.
They glanced at each other, and finally it was the chief elder of the Church's Doomsday Elders thirteenth generation ago who walked out of the crowd tremblingly and coughed lightly.
This is a senior clergyman who is so old that he is already skinny and bones, and his skin is full of age spots, but each old age spot has a huge amount of divine power condensed, and he completely relies on his own cultivation and a little divine power seed of the gods to guide and forcibly break through to the realm of the lower gods.
Although Blackbeard is now in charge of all the affairs of the entire church, and Blackbeard has a deep background and strong personal strength, this old man who has been rewarded with God as his surname in the church can stand in front of Blackbeard without humility or arrogance.
With a few gentle coughs, the god Caesar performed Blackbeard with the supreme ritual of meeting the gods.
To this day, many of the church's top brass know what Blackbeard is like.
"Respected Lord Lin Hu, those hidden powers, such as the true elite of the Punishment Knights that have existed since the time of the Ancient God War, they can't easily leave the Holy Mountain.
Or let me simply make it clear, you don't have the right to mobilize them" Blackbeard was silent, his hands on his hips, tilting his head to look at Caesar, the short, shriveled god like a dried hazelnut.
Taking God as a surname is not only an honor in the church, but also a seniority, a symbol of strength.
Except for the first group of apostles who founded the church with God as their surname, the other people who can be given this title are all god-level powerhouses who rely on their own cultivation to reach the god level.
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