community, and then watched these monsters rage incompetently while running away in all directions.

Whenever someone successfully hits the target, he will immediately win praise and applause from everyone.

This kind of little game, which is very boring and immoral in the eyes of modern people, quickly became popular throughout the airship, and even those reserved ladies and ladies could not help but throw a few to enjoy themselves.

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But soon, as the number of potatoes stored in the kitchen became less and less, this waste of food finally had to be stopped.

Only those rich people who were not short of money bought some arrows, spears and javelins from a weapons dealer, and still enjoyed flying in the sky and ravaging those nasty monsters on the ground.

of happiness.

When night fell and all the lights on the airship were lit, the passengers were completely excited and fell into a carnival.

Several bards immediately improvised on the spot and played some cheerful music to express their inner excitement.

But all this has nothing to do with Zuo Si.

At this moment, he was standing on the top of a mountain near Zhentil Castle, looking at the densely packed Cyric believers in the distance that surrounded the city from all directions, and asked without looking back: "How many do you think there are here?"

People?"

"Hmm - probably between 8,000 and 8,500 people. Some of them were kidnapped, so I'm not sure whether they should be counted."

Nimedona quickly gave an exact number.

As a supernatural being, she can clearly see everyone moving around the city wall even in the dark night.

"Eight thousand people! There are no civilians. They all have at least LV1 professional level, and they are all fanatical believers of the Dark Sun. Zhentil Fort is in big trouble this time." Zuo Si teased with a slightly gloating tone.

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But Nimedona shrugged her shoulders indifferently: "Father, you think too highly of them.

Although this rabble has almost crazy beliefs, they have no unified and coordinated organization and command, nor do they carry even a single siege weapon.

On the contrary, the defenders are well-organized and have high morale, and will definitely be able to give enemies who dare to attack a head-on blow.

The real war is never a competition of numbers, but a competition of strategy, tactics and discipline."

It can be seen from this speech that although Nimidona's camp is absolutely neutral, she still retains the tendency of the Seraph God to be lawful.

Fortunately, this tendency is not obvious, and it will not cause a large-scale deflection in her camp.

You must know that in this universe, the alignment is never static, but will change with the transformation of behaviors and thoughts.

In other words, it is not the camp that determines a person's behavior and thinking patterns, but the behavior and thinking patterns that determine his camp.

"Haha, maybe ordinary war is indeed what you said.

But the problem is, once God is involved, this situation is not necessarily the case.

You have to understand that the battle between gods is not only the divine power itself, but also the collision of thoughts, wills and philosophical concepts.

If a god is crazy and chaotic enough that other gods cannot predict what he will do next, then this guy has a high probability of winning.

Dark Sun is such a god.

Just watch, his performance is about to begin."

After saying that, Zuo Si's eyes burst with light of expectation.

Just as he expected, Cyric did not expect this group of followers to attack the strong walls and gates of Zhentil Keep head-on.

Accompanied by crazy and evil religious rituals, he finally descended into an incarnation.

Instantly!

The harsh and shrill laughter can be heard for more than ten kilometers.

"Hahahahaha! Cheer! Be excited! I am the only true god in this world! Those false gods will be destroyed! Only mortals who believe in me can be saved!"

"Praise you! Great Dark Sun!"

"Kill all the followers of false gods! Purify the world with blood and death!"

"We will chop off the heads of thousands of hypocrites and build a throne of bones for you!"

"In the name of the great Cyric! I command you to open the city gates immediately, welcome the arrival of the only true god, and bow down at his feet."

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Evil!

Chaos!

Bloodthirsty!

Crazy!

There are no words that can describe the strange mental state of this new god who came to power in a turbulent year and is currently the most powerful god in the entire country.

As the planeswalker who is most sensitive to energy, Zuo Si can even clearly feel that the divine power in Cyric's body has been split into several strands, constantly intertwined and intertwined, instead of having only one kind like other normal gods.

Among these divine powers, the most restless one undoubtedly represents death.

It is constantly struggling to escape Cyric's control.

In addition, the divine powers that symbolize disputes, tyranny, hatred, fear, etc. also seem to feel something, and they are also stirring violently.

Wilmes, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, was completely shocked by what was happening. He kept swallowing his saliva and did not even dare to make a sound.

The succubus Loli Atona also felt the madness that Cyric inadvertently exuded because of her divine relationship. Her whole body was trembling slightly uncontrollably, and her eyes were full of fear.
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