"Praise be to you, great god of darkness!"

"Accept our devout sacrifices!

"Watering and soothing your divinity with their blood and soul!"

"Come, Cultist of Darkness! Slit the throats of your enemies! Dye this city red with blood!"

......

Accompanied by fanatical chanting, in a newly captured city, countless invaders with distorted expressions raised butcher knives and launched an unprecedented massacre of men, women and children.

There is no mercy!

There is no forgiveness!

There is no such thing as before, allowing some people to join the church and become dark believers.

They slit the throats of every living person like crazy, watching each other fall in a pool of blood, desperately trying to cover the arteries that kept spurting blood.

But alas, this was completely futile, and within a few minutes at most, they either died of blood loss or suffocation due to blood blocking the trachea.

The most terrible thing is that with every death, the air in the city becomes gloomy, and the sky seems to be covered with dark clouds, so gloomy that the sun cannot be seen at all.

As the initiator of all this, the woman raised her head and silently stared at the sky, feeling the intensely negative emotions that gathered together, and the huge phantom hidden behind the dark clouds leading to another dimension.

No doubt!

That shadow, which is becoming more and more material, is the god of darkness, Rois, who is about to awaken from chaos.

Now he has a preliminary sanity, and understands that those things are beneficial to him and those things are harmful to himself.

In the process of devouring madly, he did not forget to give back some of his divine power to the believers below.

Everyone who felt their growing strength fell to their knees and praised the great god hoarsely.

At this moment, they realized that the god of darkness was not fiction, nor was it a false god enshrined in those temples.

On the contrary, he is a real god of darkness who can communicate with believers and give feedback to believers.

As long as you are religious enough and contribute enough to the church, you will be rewarded accordingly.

"What a sight! I'm only one step away from success......" the woman pursed the corners of her mouth and muttered to herself with an obsessive expression.

But before she could be happy for a while, a dusty scout rushed from a distance on horseback, fell to the ground with a thud, and reported in a hurried tone: "Ma'am......! The enemy is coming! The advance of Kirwin's army is less than ten kilometers away. There were 5,000 infantry, 2,000 cavalry, 500 steel golems, and a large horde of untold monsters. ”

"What? why so fast?" the woman's pupils constricted.

"He didn't attack the city we occupied! Prepare yourself, we don't have a chance to escape. ”

The words just fell!

The scout rolled his eyes and fainted, dark red blood oozing from the sides of his clothes.

You don't need to ask to know that he was injured incomprehensibly, and if he hadn't held his breath, I'm afraid he would have died on the road.

"Damn! the tyrant is coming! What should we do next? Retreat to attack the next city? or ......," another church official asked cautiously.

"No! we don't have time to storm the next city! Close the gates! Throw all the corpses outside! Get ready to defend the city! This time, we're afraid we're going to have a bloody battle with the enemy. For the sake of the great god of darkness, even if we fight to the last man, we must not retreat. Don't forget, the gods are watching us from above. The woman raised her holy sword and cheered up her morale loudly.

"For the great god of darkness!"

"For the church!"

"For the sake of devout faith!

"Fight the tyrant!"

......

Stimulated by words and miracles, these fanatical maniacs, who had lost their minds, completely ignored the tired signals from their bodies, and once again threw themselves into the vigorous preparation of the defense.

In just two hours, most of the corpses were discarded outside the city, and a large number of houses were demolished, and stones and wood were carried up the city walls, intending to surprise the enemy with a great surprise.

Since almost all of the city's inhabitants have been killed, they don't have to worry too much about their backs.

By the time the forward cavalry arrived, the city had become a literal fortress of war.

Although the blood stains on many parts of the city wall had not yet dried up completely, the church troops standing on top of it were in full array, and their bodies exuded a bloodthirsty light.

At this moment, these guys have no fear, and their minds are full of how to die in the most heroic way, and then return to the arms of the gods, to enjoy the good life after death.

"Oh oh my God! these lunatics have just taken a fortified city, and they haven't slackened at all, and what's the matter with the mountains of corpses......?

Speaking of this, the cavalry commander choked up.

Because he saw a young face, it was his own nephew.

"My lord, please calm down and don't be impulsive. We were cavalry and did not carry any engineering equipment. ”

The adjutant next to him obviously noticed this, and immediately pulled the commander's arm, for fear that the other party would give some irrational order.

"Whew......" The cavalry commander took a deep breath and responded in a gloomy voice: "Don't worry about me, I'm calm. Since this group of miscellaneous children refuse to let go even of their teenage children, they naturally have no value in living. Go and inform His Majesty Kirwyn that there are no more of his subjects in the city. ”

"What do you mean......" The adjutant's face changed slightly.

"That's right, I mean let his tyrant side be fully revealed!If our enemies want to defend to the death!why don't we grant their wishes?" the cavalry commander cracked his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, which made people feel terrible when they looked at it.

The adjutant subconsciously shuddered, turned around and yelled at a herald, "Idiot! Didn't you hear the order given by the adult?

"Yes!"

The herald hurriedly answered, and rode his horse without turning back in the direction where the large army was.

But anyone who is not an idiot can feel that the killing intent exuded from the cavalry commander's body is not even concealed.

He will pay tribute to his dead relatives with the blood of his enemies!

If nothing else, it will be a battle without prisoners, a complete slaughter......

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