Grand Academy of Natural Sciences

"It's so cold."

This is the first feeling that the clergy of the Fallen Temple Pamela Hall came to this edge of the land.

Compared with the four distinct seasons in the land of human stars, the land of night is maintained between 25 degrees Celsius and 35 degrees Celsius all year round, which belongs to a tropical climate.

The Lord of the Fallen Temple has eleven branch temples, and Pamela is one of them.

At this moment, after being notified by the war tribe of Yamara for help, and the secret oracle that the great fallen **** came in person, the Panmela Temple, after a short preparation for the arrival ceremony, brought all the shrines that the temple could convene in a short period of time. The clergymen rushed to the edge area between the Temple of Thousand Faces and the Temple of the Fallen.

About two hundred priests were dispatched for this emergency trial mission.

In addition, there are hundreds of derivative beasts.

This is also all the high-level clerics and war backgrounds that the Panmela Temple can temporarily dispatch, and every blood derivative is comparable to the strength of third-level creatures.

As for the mad believer's guard, because of their speed, they were thrown far behind, and it took a while to catch up with their destination.

The mission time is urgent, and the high-level priest Xue Yan can only move forward one step ahead.

Most of them were more or less blessed and sheltered by fallen gods.

This is due to the fact that the fallen **** is a new god, and the prayers of the believers have not completely drowned its spiritual consciousness, making him completely reduced to a human-shaped law war weapon. Or at least descended on oracles, or even descended on miracles in person.

But as time goes by, the time for the Fallen God to descend is undoubtedly getting shorter and shorter.

The High Priest looked at the crow-shaped Blood Yan at the back of the team.

This crow's feathers are incomparably dark and smooth, there is no strange tumor distortion, and it is in high spirits. It is riding on the back of a high-level derivative beast, closing its eyes and resting.

Sudden.

The crow seemed to sense the high priest's gaze, and it opened its eyes.

"I read fear in your eyes."

The High Priest of Pamela is a scavenger-eating beetle with three pairs of tentacles on its head, and it said in a low voice: "Reason tells me that since the cataclysm, we have weakened too much, and it is difficult for us to reconcile with each other. The human papacy is fighting."

"But this is our home. Tell me, are you still willing to carry out your original promise to dedicate everything to protecting the fallen faith?"

The crow stretched out its wings and ingested a few wisps of snow from the sky.

The pure white snowflakes on its feathers were polluted into pitch black in a short time, and its gaze seemed to have corrosive spiritual power, degenerating everything it touched, classifying it as a state of indolence.

"I'm willing to give everything for this."

After getting the answer from the beetle, the crow nodded, very calm.

It does not have the emotional waves of the priests, and even the emotion of facing death has gradually faded. This is the price of the prayers of hundreds of millions of believers to obtain the divine power of the law.

While enslaving believers with doctrinal beliefs, it will eventually become what the believers have in mind.

Only ten kilometers left.

The clergy blood descendants can even perceive the energy aura full of fierce oppression over there, as well as the creepy and terrifying source of frost in the depths of the blood fog, the source of the law of frost, a huge giant peeping at the little point here is slowly. near.

But for the crow, the confrontation with the bold and powerful evil **** who broke into the phoenix eye without authorization has already begun.

The two sides are getting closer.

finally.

With the appearance of two pure metal war kings with a height of more than ten meters, a row of pure metal war weapons of different shapes is like a solid city wall, blocking the front of many blood creatures, and they look at the forbidden demon that has begun to take shape in the distance. Behind the formation, dozens of anthropologists stood high in the sky, guarding the ice giant that was half squeezed into the wind wall behind them. A pair of arms were doing their best to grab everything in front of them, trying to get the back half of their body in.

All the blood is suffocated.

"Amara..."

Peacock Xueyan, who went to the Fallen Temple with the painter's will to seek reinforcements, saw the blood nest that had become ruins, and couldn't help crying.

Such tears came from the bottom of my heart, and even the clergy members who were traveling together could not help but feel some sympathy.

Sympathy, what an extravagant emotion.

It is not easy to appear in these clergy.

However, for the fallen **** whose spiritual will is gradually being eroded by the believers, when it has gradually become a weapon of law to protect the believers, he has long regarded the low-level blood as livestock that he raised, only devouring spiritual prayers Just as food.

Therefore, it has almost no emotional fluctuations for this blood nest that has gathered for its own followers.

It's like looking at a rock, bland.

"Break through the line of defense and guard the faith! This is when it is most vulnerable, and it is the best chance to defeat it."

A jet of black light suddenly shot up into the sky.

The invisible ripples spread, and the Fallen God issued an order for the battle of faith.

The law of depravity erodes the hearts of every cleric, and they willingly fall into the sinking.

Boom, boom.

The pure metal war weapon developed by Vladik stepped on the ground and made dull footsteps.

The derivative beasts mixed with biochemical flesh and metal machinery are also not to be outdone. The war weapons that the blood derivatives once strengthened to fight against the Holy See Angel War are now used against scholars.

The blood-derived clergymen were not afraid of death, which made the scholars guarding behind the temporary barrier take a deep breath.

Pioneers need at least four or five hourglasses to fully enter the eye of the wind and exert their full strength.

Before that, she could not escape, and could only be used as a sandbag to be beaten passively.

But fortunately, the pioneers who have entered most of their real bodies have initially possessed the ability to resist.

The only thing that makes them uneasy is that the black smoke behind these priests' blood, the divine breath that spreads, has far exceeded the means of avatars or sacrifices.

The air is full of malaise and unsinkable breath.

Being so far apart is gradually eroding the will of everyone.

Not only the psychological impact, but also the confinement of the energy magnetic field.

"Judging from the nature of the law, you should be the fallen **** in the intelligence, right? Hehehehe, it seems that my luck is good, I came to the weakest mansion, and I smelled the breath of the weak from you. "

[Ice Age] Di Jiana sneered at such a time.

Her unbridled mental roar made the junior scholars who were a little nervous in the first expedition to come to the god's mansion relaxed a little, and successfully angered the clergy believers.

The positions developed by pure metal war weapons ahead are constantly falling.

But Di Jiana, who was still racing against time to break into the phoenix eye in the real body of the law, was not worried about it.

Unlike the worries of the Big Three.

Di Jiana is a pioneer who completed the growth and transformation in the second golden age of academia after the disaster of the wasteland.

She witnessed with her own eyes that the academic world rose up against the oppression of the Holy See, and lived in a new era with greater adaptability in the troubled times.

The former enemies, whether it is the Holy See or the wizards of the dark world, or the shadow demons and superhumans, have either perished, or have been eliminated by the natural environment in the adaptive competition with scholars.

Therefore, Di Jiana's confidence in the excellent capital of scholars and the social system is almost blind and fanatical.

She was ready for the worst.

Even if it fails and cannot complete the capture of the T genetic engineering blueprint, saturate the attack with fission-grade radiation weapons, completely destroy the eye of the storm, and no longer continue this primitive war mode.

Scholars are invincible.

She wouldn't believe that the so-called T genetic engineering blueprint would allow these savage creatures to replicate the miracle of academia!

And it is precisely with such a plan that Di Jiana will not worry about the possibility of her failure in the future.

After all, the overall strength of this wind eye is really not worth mentioning to the human academic world after the second golden age post-tech explosion.

"Sinking into the darkness, falling into the abyss, I will see more clearly and pursue the watch in my heart."

Doctrinal laws, faint voices.

The crow's body continued to expand in the black light, becoming more and more terrifying.

The coercion of the law that surpasses the low-level creatures, the divine body condensed by the belief tides, is constantly being released in all directions, and the white snowflakes in the sky are also stained with some black and gray, even causing many relatively inferior pure metal wars. Weapons began to appear a little sluggish delay.

The Fallen God is finally in the mortal world, showing its full body posture and unleashing unparalleled power!

Although the crow shrouded in dim light is only a dozen meters, even less than most legendary creatures, the light of the law that is full of heart palpitations and sinking is undoubtedly a desperate stagnant water, drowning everything. .

The tentative long-range attack by the Guardian Scholar only caused ripples of black light.

"You are the future of the academic world. The reason why you were recommended by the pioneering deans of various parties to participate in this expedition is that you should all know your own value. You have a longer-term future and are a valuable asset for the academic world. In the next war, I hope you can... survive the process of tempering and learning."

Dijana has noticed that the Fallen God is in the process of transforming into a law weapon.

It gradually reduced to what its followers prayed for, an emotionally insensitive machine.

As a weapon, the emotional fluctuations of the fallen **** are pitiful, and the battle is also the most intuitive collision. The only way to confront the full force of the law is rough, simple, and primitive for higher creatures, but for lower creatures It is full of overwhelming power.

Dijana has become more and more able to understand the advanced advantages that the pioneers have when facing these gods that need the support of the power of faith.

Rumble rumble rumble.

Ice crystals and black light, cold ice and corruption collide.

[Ice Age] Di Jiana, who was stuck in the wind wall, could only use the power of law to confront this fallen **** head-on.

One side is supported by the tide of belief and has a steady stream of divine power replenishment.

The other is to reduce the consumption of energy and magnetic field to maintain through more subtle law cognition.

The war lasted all day and night!

Affected by this, corpses were scattered all over the surrounding area for several thousand meters, and the ice was overflowing.

There are pits and icy ravines everywhere. After the metal war weapon and the derivative beast bit each other and were almost twisted together, they were frozen.

finally.

As thousands of mad believers from the Fallen Temple arrived and joined the epic war against the invading evil gods, the blood genus finally made the invading evil gods pay a huge price, and finally ended in a fiasco, and the body of the **** was severely damaged.

"This starts now!"

Di Jiana roared unwillingly in the weakness and pain, and exited the eye of the storm in embarrassment.

The Fallen God Raven, with the home field advantage and the support of the believers, guarded the eye of the storm.

The blood-derived mad believers watched the embarrassed fleeing away from the Ice Crystal Cthulhu, and the hole left on the wind wall was getting smaller and smaller during the powerful self-healing process of the wind eye, and they continued to heal. They cheered and celebrated this great event. victory.

Although this victory came too tragically.

However.

"So, is it my turn next?"

[Black Gold Battle Soul] Diga, the jet-black high-temperature flamingo that he turned into, was like a tungsten steel, and suddenly he got into the slender beak from the gap of the wind wall that had healed to the last little gap.

Two flames spewed from his nostrils.

Such a change suddenly made the mad believers of the Fallen Temple panic for a moment.

There is actually an evil **** outside?

How did they come one after another?

There is no support for the tide of belief here, did they build the temple outside the eye of the wind!

This is impossible.

Incomprehension and doubt, the subversive war mode of the scholars made the blood descendants feel deeply disturbed in the doubts.

Only the fallen god, which has been gradually weaponized, is gradually losing its emotions, and at the same time losing its ability to think. It almost immediately launched a war of resistance against the invasion of [Ujin Zhanpo] Tiga.

This time, the war lasted longer.

The war lasted for three days!

But [Ujin Battle Soul] Diga can only do that.

There are more and more blood ramifications gathered in the eye of the wind, and they are gathering here one after another. Its behavior of trying to break through the wind wall again and again has suffered more and more resistance, even if it is the real body blessed by the fire of Wujin. Unable to sustain it after all.

After a helpless sigh, it chose to leave sadly, admitting the failure of the invasion.

"Victory..."

"We finally won!"

This time, until the wind wall was completely healed, the blood spawners murmured in the sea of ​​volcanic corpses.

Tens of thousands of blood derivatives gathered here.

It is no longer just the mad believers and the clergy of the Fallen Temple. Almost all of the nearby blood-derived tribes have gathered. This is a life-and-death war between nations.

Even with the support of the tide of belief, the fallen god's divine power is almost exhausted~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is too tired. This situation undoubtedly accelerates the erosion process of its spiritual consciousness and becomes a guardian of the believers' teachings. The purest weapon.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie, it seems that the two of them are not lucky."

Suddenly.

Far away in the Brood Forest, the gloomy laughter of [Astroologist] Hei Erwen came faintly, breaking the celebration of the blood-derived guardians once again.

Accompanying him were the King of Many Eyes and the low-level scholars in charge of guarding them, all staring at the horrific sight of the tragic war in the Ice and Fire Heaven.

The blood descendants, who were eagerly clearing the victory of the war, all looked at the depths of the turbulent blood mist, and another group of invaders who were slowly approaching here.

The war for several days is too long.

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