The upper plane, the Garden of Joseph, the kingdom of God of strength and courage.

boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

On this day, in the country of God, whether it was the warrior who was tempering his body, the shepherd boy who grazed cattle and sheep, whether it was the prayer who picked the fruit, or the angel patrolling the sky, he felt the turmoil between heaven and earth at this moment.

It was as if the whole world was shaking, so that they could no longer maintain balance in the world and then fell.

Then, they saw and saw the unforgettable scene in their lives.

It was above the sky, and in the endless glory of the sun, a chariot was rushing out.

The chariot is neither gorgeous nor lacks majesty. It is just like an ordinary chariot, and there are still traces of the body.

It was the scar left by countless fierce battles, including sword-cutting, axe-chising and hammering, symbolizing its years of war on the battlefield for countless years, and even telling the strength of its master.

Yes, its owner is the top group of people even in the multiverse, and is one of the most powerful beings. The man in blood-stained armor once again threw his spear.

boom!

In the dazzling divine light, the spear hit the outer wall of the Kingdom of God, and another roar of nine heavens of thunder and the tremor of the entire Kingdom of God!

The earth, the sky, and even this space and barrier were trembling under this attack!

Outside the sky, the Lord of War Campas roared: "Kode, Kode, you thief, coward, come out for me, come out!"

"Since you want to enter the realm of war and seek to seize my authority, then I will give you this opportunity!"

"Come on, come on, kill me, you will have everything!"

Behind Him, countless powerful warriors appeared in the brilliant divine light.

They were wearing glorious armor and holding holy swords, and walked out in an orderly manner, row by row, row by row, tens of millions of people were like one, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

Behind them are the sharpshooter legion, the knights that control the Tianma, the six-winged seraphic angel legion, the other world's gods, and the extremely powerful gods who show their true body and turn into giants supporting the sky to press the formation behind.

They are all waiting, waiting for the exchanges and communication between the two true gods, and even waiting for the command of the Lord of War.

In the country of God, on the highest mountain and in the magnificent temple, Kou De maintained a huge body that was thousands of feet tall, and looked up at the Lord of War outside God, with a very ugly face.

If he was completely unprepared for the scene in front of him, he was deceiving himself. In fact, when he decided to condense the God of "fighting", he had thought about the day of exposure and the reaction of the Lord of War.

But no matter how many previews and preparations He had had before, when it really happened, He still felt caught off guard.

At this moment, He looked outside the sky, the roaring god of war, and the increasing number of war legions, He knew that nothing could be changed.

His expression became firm, His eyes were fearless and brave, He stretched out his hand that covered the sky, and then, in the air, the great sword "Kelma" tied to countless chains appeared again.

He held it and then issued a declaration of war.

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Rumbled, the entire Kingdom of God seemed to have received orders, countless prayers took up weapons, and countless warriors wore armor.

They are gathering and preparing for the battle!

After another hourglass, when a corner of the kingdom of God was finally penetrated by a spear, countless believers of war rushed in.

So, the Kingdom of God became a battlefield!

The Lord of War Campas, the god of power and courage, began!

...

Walton plane, Northland, outside Aldian City.

It was already a month later.

After another fierce battle, countless corpses were left behind. The two sides stopped fighting. At this time, blood stained the city walls red, and the corpses covered the earth. Crows and vultures were flying in the sky, making unpleasant howls.

It was already evening, and the setting sun in the sky was as bloody as it dyed half of the sky red.

In Aldian City, under the crown of Sakchi slowly adjusted the power of the Gray Eagle Tower to the lowest level, maintaining alertness while reducing the consumption of elemental power.

Even with the reserves of the Grey Eagle Tower, there is only a lot left in the battle until now, and it is enough to save a little.

After doing all this, Sakchi Miao sat down on the chair behind regardless of his image. His originally old face showed a bit of oldness, and even a bit like a rotten wood.

He is about to die!

Yes, as an epic powerhouse, he originally had a life span calculated in a thousand years, but the fact is that he is really about to die.

This is the disadvantage of the "oracle reincarnation"!

He came to this main material plane with memory and knowledge, and he would not be deliberately targeted because of his plane imprints. However, the plane consciousness is not so easy to deceive. Every growth and every step of his cross-border approach is at the cost of reducing his lifespan.

And this is still an irreversible process, and it is impossible for him to convert himself into an undead creature such as a lich.

This is the rule of law, and it is an ending that even the true god cannot easily violate.

Unless He can complete the tasks assigned by God and gain rebirth again.

This is also the reason why they are not devout believers, but the gods still dare to entrust tasks.

Because, they have no choice.

Under the Crown of Sakchi looked outside the Gray Eagle Tower. His eyes were naturally not blocked by walls and space. He could see the broken city, with flames and thick smoke rising into the sky everywhere, looking like ruins after the war.

He also saw countless priests rescue the wounded. The cruelty of street fighting was fully reflected at this moment. The broken limbs and broken arms and the tragic howling did not stop. Some soldiers were already begging him for a relief.

He also saw curled figures in the dark corners of the streets and alleys. Those little people endured the hunger and coldness, and stared at the outside world with at a loss.

These are all war orphans. They cannot understand why there is war in their small world? Why are their parents killed? Why are they homeless?

This city was built little by little by little, and the creatures here were also grown little by little. He was the shelter of this land. It was impossible to say that there was no emotion, but now, he had to watch his destruction and destruction little by little.

This kind of mood is hard to describe. Even though he was mentally prepared for a long time, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he actually saw it.

But he knew that he could only support it, either to die in time and fierce battles, or to eventually be saved.

I just don't know if there is still hope for that plan?

He was waiting, waiting, but he didn't know how long he had to wait?

How long can I wait?

The thoughts of Sakchi's under the Crown unconsciously drifted away to the distance, so that his magic book flashed several times, but he still had no idea.

It was not until the book had grown wings and flew to his eyes and wandered around, that the old man was awakened.

His eyes focused and looked at the Magic Book. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly stood up.

At this moment, he received a message from a distant unknown place.

At this moment, he finally knew that his plan seemed to have become?!

No, the movement is much greater than he imagined, and it has even exceeded his expectations and control.

However, these have nothing to do with him now. He only has one thing to do now - to end his mission, end this war, and end all this!

"Come!" Sakchi's subordinate suddenly shouted loudly:

"Taring Natasha, waiting for your order?" A beautiful female voice rang:

"Notify and tell all the warriors and spellcasters who can still pick up weapons, and tell all the believers of Zultus that we, the time for counterattack, is here!"

"We will eventually win the final victory!"

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Speaking of this, Sakchi couldn't help but laugh.

In other words, his disciples and subordinates were not there, otherwise his epic powerhouse would collapse.

Because, the wrinkled face smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum!

...

The east of Aldian City, the camp of the Immortal Revenge Legion.

Celia had just comforted the heads and minds of the major churches and legions, dragged her tired body back to her tent, and was about to rest for a while.

However, before she could sit down, an oracle from the patron saint of the Northland Ranger Guilun Storm fell from the sky and fell into her mind.

After a moment, Celia had unconsciously sat upright. He looked at the sky with an indescribable shock.

"The God of Strength and Courage had a god war with the Lord of War?

How could this happen? Why did it explode now?"

"I just don't know if this magical battle will affect the Northland and my plan?"

"Probably not?!"

"Hope not!"

At this time, Celia's face was covered with sorrow before she knew it.

...

South of Aldian City, the camp of the Lion Legion.

The lion king Simba stared blankly at the Pope Mian of the Lion Church in front of him, and repeated what the other party had just said: "Are you saying that the Lord of War launched a divine war and attacked the divine kingdom of Koude, the God of Power and Courage, with countless war legions?"
To be continued...