"Roger, so far, nothing can prove that the return of the gods will bring a catastrophe to the human race."

Roger has begun to mobilize the army of the orcs, but Dante is still doubtful about his decision. ◎,

"I know, such a decision is also a burden to you, and you don't have to bear it at all."

He didn't know how to read minds, but looking at Roger's gloomy face and the murderous aura emitted from his whole body, he knew how determined he had made this decision.

Roger smiled.

"Mr. Dante, the girl from the Gaia tribe has made it clear, and you can see what the evil ghosts do."

"I know that nothing can prove my guess except these. Even if the analysis is thorough, it cannot convince others. But Mr. Dante, do we continue like this? Wait until things get worse and are irreversible, just like when dealing with the Blood Ancestor two months ago?"

"Sixth level hell, monsters rage, and six million people died in that war. If no one opened the door at the beginning, if the baby monster appeared and united Yixin Ancestor as soon as it appeared, the harm caused by the continent was not that great. We always waited for the problem to arise and then remedy it."

"I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to watch it even though I know they will die. I don't want this war to be delayed endlessly. I also want to go home, I also want to go back to Korocia."

His eyes were red as he said that.

The emotions that have been suppressed for so many days have erupted in an instant and are suppressed again in the next moment.

"Mr. Dante, there are no troops in the Kilnit Valley, and there are not many troops in the entire continent."

After saying the last sentence, he strode out of the Bombman Alliance, his back was cold and decisive.

They had no army anymore, and all the cavalry of the Groot family were buried in Saint Panin and died at the hands of the evil gods.

There are not many troops on the mainland. The troops around Saint Panin have been destroyed under the Iron Cavalry of the Groot family. The most elite Holy Fire Dragon Cavalry disappeared into a confused space with the Pope. The Crusaders were led by Igniz to shrink in a corner. The Templars disappeared.

Apart from the fallen angels and beast tribes in the Knocked Valley, there was no other decent army on the entire continent.

"My king, are you going to go to war?"

Fallen Angel Evette rested in the valley and bowed to salute when he saw Roger coming.

Roger nodded: "Yevite, would you be afraid if your opponent is God?"

"We are fearless," Evette said.

"Ha. Get off today and go to war tomorrow night."

Just as Roger mobilized the army of the fallen angels and the beast tribe, the evil ghosts distributed on the continent had changed.

In the Bombman League, a little boy appeared in Shaman's crystal ball.

As early as the Eyes of Unboundless disappeared, her crystal ball was scattered in the mainland, always paying attention to the changes in the mainland.

At this time, the little boy in the crystal ball was St. Panin. He was an evil ghost. He had been expressionless since his resurrection. However, after waking up this morning, he suddenly changed, as if he had become a human being, as lively as a human boy. He had agile eyes, but his movements were a little clumsy.

His parents were so happy that they went to the church early in the morning to thank the Red Robe God Messenger and the Gods.

The crystal ball records the changes that happened to the little boy when he went to bed last night.

They clearly saw a twisted soul floating out of the little boy after twelve o'clock in the night. It seemed extremely reluctant but had to leave the body. Then a soul floated in from the window and merged into the little boy's body.

"The soul of God",

Shamandao.

"It doesn't seem to be an evil god, but a righteous god."

The expression on her face was a little relaxed, and the arrival of the righteous god was exactly what they had been looking forward to.

Dante said: "I think Roger should stop the troops for the time being. At least we need to observe their next moves."

Luo Jue said: "Who can dominate the soul of God?"

"Death God", Shaman said.

"Is death an evil god?"

"yes",

"Then why did he reincarnate the righteous god?"

Soon the other crystal balls flew back, and when they saw the information collected in it, Shaman's heart sank again.

"There are not only the righteous gods, but also the evil gods."

"It's not all bad news, isn't it?" Dante Dow.

Luo Jue said: "They are gradually reducing the existence of evil ghosts and humans, and increasing the number of gods."

The same information, but the things the two saw were completely different, and this was definitely not good news in Luo Jue's eyes.

Dante said: "At least Roger should be stopped and see their movements, right?"

"It's too late, he's gone."

Barclay's voice came from outside the door.

The coalition of the Fallen Angels and the Beast tribe set out from the Killing-Head Valley and headed north. Roger rode the Headless Hell Horse and Oga to walk in front of the Beast tribe.

"Oga, my hands will soon be covered in blood."

Thirty miles ahead of him, a small village appeared, a peaceful and quiet village. The honest farmers carried hoes and ploughed in the fields, and the women were holding pots and feeding poultry, mixed with expressionless people.

Among those people were men and women, adults and children, and they also stared at Roger when he looked at them.

Moreover, the army of beasts behind Roger also showed a look of fear in his emotions-free eyes.

Oga laughed and said, "Boy, can you deserve your reputation without being contaminated with blood?"

"Ha, yes, this time I finally deserve the four words 'notorious'."

Roger jumped off his horse and walked towards the entrance of the village. Someone had long seen the murderous depraved angels and the army of beasts behind him. He had just experienced the fierce war in the sixth level of hell. The villagers who saw this scene were frightened and lost their souls. A group of villagers walked out nervously with weapons in their hands.

Roger smiled and walked forward.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" A strong middle-aged man plucked up his courage to take a step forward.

The group of expressionless people hiding behind the villagers' eyes flashed.

Roger said: "Do you know what they are?"

The villagers suddenly showed a hesitant look on their faces, and their eyes were intertwined and they saw each other's concern.

Roger smiled and said, "You should at least know that they are not your dead relatives, right?"

"You are talking nonsense, you don't have to worry about the matter here. Get out of here quickly, otherwise we will be polite."

"Ha ha ha ha",

Roger smiled twice and turned away. The villagers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but then they saw Roger stepping onto the headless hell horse. When he looked at him again, there was no smile on his face.

"kill",

The cold and cold word "kill" popped out of his mouth, and the beasts behind him roared and rushed up like a black torrent.
Chapter completed!