The sword was drawn from under the crack in the enemy's armor, and Hel almost fell to the ground with a deep exhaustion in his eyes.

Looking at the majestic body in front of him, which was covered with dense wounds, the warrior of the Order who still maintained a roaring posture until the last moment of death, in order to take down the other party, the team of twenty people around Hull was now only six seriously injured.

"The difficult iron lump has finally been killed!"

The steel-helmeted limestone dwarf Redbeard swore and picked up his axe from the ground.

Looking at the weapon that had collapsed into more than twenty gaps, Redbeard was both distressed and angry, and all kinds of foul words spewed out from the mouth of the grumpy dwarf.

This is an enchanted-level dwarven armament, and the forging material is made of blue-veined forged steel refined from the rare lapis lazuli in the underworld, mixed with the abyss runes unique to the Purgatory Dwarven clan, and the price of the whole handle is enough to be auctioned for more than 30,000 gold.

Ignoring the chattering dwarven companions, Hull sat down clutching his bleeding chest, dressed heavily.

It took seven or eight [tentacle healing] to successfully offset the divine damage and relieve the bleeding state.

"This time, thanks to you, a half-orc boy, you gave this iron lump a hard blow at the critical moment, thank you very much, the captain didn't die in vain."

An eerie voice came from behind Hull.

"Poor captain's wife and young lady, I will take care of it."

It is only in Prometheus that you can see such a blatantly dark creature with people.

A werewolf in half-body armor, nearly 10 feet tall, with silver-white hair stained with too much blood, and a slender wolf snout cracked, revealing a mouthful of fine and oozing sharp teeth, with a lot of flesh between the teeth.

With such a hideous gesture, every move made was in line with the cumbersome etiquette of the ancient High Elves, and every movement was perfect even for the discerning court etiquette masters.

A polite werewolf, for some reason, makes people feel more deeply suppressed fear.

All the survivors were jealous of the werewolf.

In the battle just now, this werewolf and the captain served as the main attackers, and before Hull inflicted a fatal blow on the samurai, it was the werewolf and the captain who inflicted the most damage on the samurai and suffered the opponent's backlash.

The captain is a human, and he is almost the same as the werewolf in terms of combat effectiveness, but his health is less than one-third of the opponent's, which also leads to the samurai's death-defying counterattack, and the captain died tragically on the spot, while the werewolf survived.

The well-mannered Dark Werewolf has the disgusting hypocrisy of the classical aristocracy, but the more cold, cruel and moody he is, the more humble even the captain has to be humble.

And now, no one dares to mess with this werewolf, even if he makes more excessive and unreasonable demands.

There was no anger in the hearts of the surviving people, only regret.

After all, the white-skinned, beautiful, and graceful captain's wife is a rare stunner, and she is also a half-blood silver moon elf with relatively pure blood, and her young and sexy body can be maintained until she is 80 years old, and now, the delicious lady is only 40 years old, not to mention a daughter who is about to become an adult.

Hull was not interested in any of that.

The only thing he cared about was the sword in his hand.

After the priest had healed two-thirds of his wounds, Hull struggled to his feet, leaning on his straight-edged knife, and looked around blankly.

The war is over for the time being, and both sides have paid the same tragic price regardless of whether they have won or lost.

His teammates were picking up the weapons and armor of the samurai.

These are not the warriors of the 'Church of the Crown and the Conqueror', but the armed believers from the kingdom of God.

Every true God has his own secular church, and the church is served by believers who dedicate their devout faith to God all their lives.

Among them, those who are steadfast in their faith will be led into the kingdom of God by the divine servants at the moment of death and become 'believers'.

Believers are divided into attendants who maintain the daily operation of the kingdom of God and serve the gods, and reincarnated heroes who defend the kingdom of God and fight foreign wars.

There is no distinction between believers and believers, only the closeness and distance between serving God.

At present, the Prometheus is the Golden Crown Heroic Warrior of the Crown God of War, all of whom are supernatural high-level, with priests and priests behind their backs, and the blessing of a wide range of divine arts makes every Golden Crown Warrior have supernatural peak combat power.

Above the believers is the core combat force of the kingdom of God, the Guardians of God.

What Hull and the others are fighting against is the battle god in the Divine Guard, with extraordinary high-level combat power, and the peak combat power after blessing, each of which is a strong warrior who has experienced a hundred battles and honed his skills for hundreds of years.

Starting with believers, leaving their souls in the hands of the gods will give them an eternal lifespan, and even souls that die in battle will be resurrected in the reincarnation pool.

But Prometheus seems to be special, and the rules here change because of the godslayer.

The gods who died here will also return their souls to the second, and there is no Styx Flying branch here, so the hand of the underworld cannot reach here.

Hull walks on foot on the battlefield.

The brutality of this war was far beyond his imagination.

There were mutilated corpses everywhere, and it was hard to see even a complete one.

Every Golden Crowned Warrior who died had to pay for a tall mountain of corpses, and even more if it was a priest.

Prometheus's preparations were still too hasty, waiting outside the star gate were all scum and thugs forcibly recruited from nearby, and only through high-pressure means could they be driven to fight and die.

However, after paying a huge price in casualties, the alliance's goal was finally achieved.

By the time the second wave of the Crown God of War arrived, the elite of the True Alliance of the God Slayer had already arrived, along with reinforcements from the Sanctuary of Heresy and the Church of the Void God.

The Council of the High Emperors of the Iliad has passed a bill that the Seven Dimensional Fortresses will teleport directly to the vicinity of the Stargate, sniping at any invaders who try to enter Prometheus from the outside.

The military offensive and defensive alliance of the two heretical forces was formed.

Smack!

Hull's footsteps stopped again, and a miserable Shura field emerged from the horizon.

The blood-colored landscape is painted with a brutal, terrifying visual impact, and countless stumps are piled up in a mountain, and almost none of them are intact as far as the eye can see.

These are the corpses of followers of the Crown God of War. Separated from the divine realm, the transformation of the rules allows the spirit-structured heroic spirits to walk in the filthy secular realm by relying on the flesh of the Christians.

And now, their souls, along with the bodies of their cultists, have been strangled in the land of Prometheus.

The setting sun was like blood, and Hel's eyes widened as he looked at the figure standing above the sea of corpses.

The not very tall, even somewhat emaciated body was dressed in a thin white wizard's robe, and its exposed skin was brown and almost gray.

A pair of large hands each held a straight-edged knife that was somewhat exaggerated.

The figure slowly turned around and looked at Hull.

Some of them have sharp ears and turned out fangs, which resemble human faces. The other party is also a half-orc.

Hull muttered to himself:

"Lord Cassius Swordmaster......