Divine Civilization

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"Clang~"

Before everyone could react, Saint Luke had drawn his sword out of its sheath.

Amidst the long sound of the sword, he raised his sword and aimed at the center of the battlefield with a swipe, and the piercing sword light instantly pierced through the rain curtain and slashed down.

Like the Milky Way hanging upside down, the frightening sharpness makes one's scalp numb.

The tauren and demons who were fighting were startled, feeling the approach of death almost at the same time.

If you don't retreat, you will definitely die!

The people on both sides flew back like electric shocks.

Under the crisis of life and death, those demons have already exerted their speed to the extreme, and the figures are as fast as lightning.

However, they are fast, and that sword light is faster than them.

Almost at the same time as they retreated, the sword light had already cut down, and the overwhelming sword light instantly drowned them.

"ah!"

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhhh!"

There were continuous screams on the battlefield.

I don't know how many demons could not escape, and they were wiped out in the light of the sword. Even the black smoke of the high-level demon was almost wiped by the light of the sword, and they broke out in cold sweat.

On the contrary, it was the tauren family who thought they would die this time, but the sword light brushed against their bodies and swiped past them. Although the blazing sword light scorched the hairs on their bodies, none of the tauren were injured or died.

After a while, the sword light dissipated, and a deep sword mark appeared on the ground.

The rain was rushing down, and the deep ditch created by Jianguang gathered a lot of rainwater in the blink of an eye, running across the entire battlefield like the Chu River and the Han Dynasty.

On one side of the sword marks, there is an unscathed tauren, and on the other side, most of the demons were killed or injured.

The Tauren clan stared blankly at this scene, unable to react for a long time.

For a while, the audience was silent.

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"Hehe~" Just outside this planet, a spaceship two to three kilometers long was quietly suspended in the void.

Wu Hui was lying on the special chair in front of the bridge, eating all kinds of delicacies peeled by the beautiful angel and handed over. While admiring St. Luke's performance, his strength has reached the eight-winged archangel, dealing with those weak devils is as easy as opening Wushuang.

Taking advantage of the bird's-eye view, Wu Hui also saw the whole picture of the Chenhui plane through the porthole. There is no doubt that this is a very beautiful planet. However, at this moment, the planet seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of black mist, and the space was somewhat distorted.

Through the distorted space, those black mist are trying to erode the world with claws and claws. The magic mist has eroded space gaps at the overlapping places of multiple weak spaces.

All kinds of ugly monsters desperately sneaked into the Morning Glory plane through the gaps, and they gathered in groups waiting for the high-level demons to enter. Once they wait for a high-level demon clan, they will launch a crazy attack on the nearby Tauren tribe under the leadership of the other party.

The crisis encountered by this tauren tribe is not a single one. Now the flames of war in the Chenhui plane have been fully ignited, and there is a tendency to start a prairie fire. If it is not rescued, it is estimated that within ten years, the Chenhui plane will be destroyed The mysterious demon civilization was wiped out and devoured.

This is the planetary plane that Wu Hui bought at a huge price, pointing to it to generate income.

Set your mind at ease!

Wu Hui continued to look at St. Luke's side.

St. Luke was shocked by the high-ranking demons whose strength reached level 9.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and saluted Pilgrimage Luke, and asked, "Which god are you? Why do you want to meddle in my demon affairs?"

Although his attitude was polite, his tone was not lacking in hardness. The incoming man is indeed powerful, but the demon clan he belongs to is from a branch of the demon clan in the distant starry sky. With their branch of the demon clan alone, there are many strong people in the clan, and there are even level 11 demon gods in charge. Not everyone can afford it.

St. Luke glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but ignored him. Instead, he put his sword back into its sheath and looked down at the heavily killed and injured tauren clan.

"Bloodhoof, the lord of the original plane, has sold this plane to our lord. From now on, everything on the plane belongs to our lord, including the tauren family."

He announced in a deep voice, and at the same time as he spoke, a majestic mental force swept across the audience, and everyone instantly understood the cause and effect.

The transaction is completed in the Coyce trading market, and the whole process has been recorded, so it can be found out at any time, and it cannot be faked.

Heiyan's face turned dark immediately, and the Tauren clan was in an instant uproar.

"This, how is this possible?!" The tauren chieftain's big copper bell eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically, refusing to believe all this, "How could the great ancestor god abandon us?!"

The pale face of the Tauren Shaman behind him completely faded away.

As a shaman, he is one of the closest to the gods, and also one of the most sensitive to the changes of the gods. Thinking of the fact that he no longer received feedback from the ancestor god when he prayed recently, he couldn't even deceive himself.

"What he said is probably true."

His lips trembled, and even his voice trembled.

The establishment of faith takes time, but it only takes an instant to collapse.

The tauren family has to accept the blessings of the ancestor gods since birth. The ancestor gods are not only their beliefs, but also their ancestors, but also their spiritual support.

Hearing the shaman's words, the tauren, who was still thinking of luck, suddenly collapsed completely.

Many tauren fell to the ground directly, lost their souls, and even some tauren cursed directly. The tauren teenagers also became confused and at a loss.

The tauren chief couldn't help but roared to the sky, his heart was full of pain and confusion. Even the ancestor gods who are connected by blood have abandoned them, so what's the point of their tenacious support until now?

Among the cliffs, the old shaman hiding in the cave widened his eyes in disbelief, and muttered to himself with trembling lips: "How... how..."

St. Luke doesn't care whether they can accept reality or not.

There are still many tauren tribes who are being chased and killed on the entire Chenhui plane. He has no time to talk to them, and he has no time to waste waiting for them to recover.

He flapped his wings and landed among the tauren, and said calmly: "The plane has changed hands, and the original natives on the plane will generally become slaves. But my lord is kind and willing to give you a chance."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took out a statue of the God of Light from the storage ring.

The statue was as tall as three or four people, clean and clean as jade, with a majestic appearance, and a faint golden light bloomed as soon as it landed.

"This is the statue of my lord. You know what to do."

After all, without waiting for them to react, he took off into the sky again, flapping his white wings and galloping away in another direction.

In the sky, a golden eyeball with wings pierced through the thick clouds and descended from the sky, leading the way for Saint Luke.

In the blink of an eye, his figure lingering in the holy light disappeared into the thick clouds.

"Shaman, Chief..."

Seeing St. Luke leave, the tauren who thought they were safe suddenly became uneasy.

St. Luke's meaning could not be more clear. No god will bless irrelevant people, believe in this god, they are their own people, everything is easy to say, otherwise they can only fend for themselves.

The tauren chieftain and the tauren shaman looked at each other, hesitating for a moment.

Before changing, they would not even hesitate, and would never betray their ancestors. However, after being hit by being abandoned by the ancestor gods, their hearts were shaken.

However, wavering is wavering, the belief in the ancestor gods has long been rooted in their blood and soul, how can it be so easy to make the determination to change their beliefs?

"Master Heiyan, what should we do?" Seeing that Saint Luke had left, a demon hurriedly approached Heiyan and asked respectfully.

"Since we're gone, we can do whatever we want." Heiyan snorted coldly, "What if a god buys this plane? If you want to take over the plane, it depends on whether the Lord Demon Gods agree to it or not." promise."

They, a demon clan, spent a lot of money to get a demon clan conquest order to go to this planetary plane that was searched by folding the four-dimensional space.

As long as this plane is occupied, the entire demon race will use this plane as a springboard to gradually erode this star field, or even the entire star continent.

And their team will also receive great merit. Even Hei Yan may obtain a lot of resources, and thus have the opportunity to be promoted to Demon God. How can such a good opportunity be missed?

"Master Heiyan is right." The Demon Race complimented flatteringly, "There are several Lord Demon Gods around, so a little hairy god is nothing to worry about."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and kicked the ordinary demons beside him: "What are you doing so stupidly? Hurry up! Get rid of all those tauren who don't know what to do!"

The ordinary demon was kicked a bit, but he didn't dare to complain at all. He turned around and brought his demon soldier minions to kill the tauren under the cliff.

In an instant, the offensive that had been suspended just now resumed, and the tauren were surrounded again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the tauren chief pushed forward with his last breath. However, they all knew in their hearts that they couldn't last long in their current state.

After finally repelling a wave of attacks, the tauren chief had several scars on his body, and his already injured left leg could hardly even move.

He panted violently: "Elder Shaman, make up an idea, I'll listen to you."

Seeing him like this, the tauren shaman smiled miserably: "Even the ancestor gods have abandoned us, why should we hesitate? Forget it~ let's do it."

As he said that, he turned around and knelt down towards the tall and majestic statue, raised his hands high, and kowtowed to the ground.

"Great god, please bless the tauren family..."

His voice was hoarse and vicissitudes, with a desperate determination.

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Inside the "Judger" battleship, Wu Hui has been paying attention to the situation in the Chenhui plane.

The moment the tauren shaman opened his mouth, he suddenly had a heart move, and found that there was a new channel of faith that squeezed out the original channel of faith and connected to his godhead.

At the same time, the new channel of faith is still consolidating and becoming stronger and stronger, and it has transformed into a devout believer in just a few breaths. In this way, the trend of its transformation has not stopped, and it is still continuing to solidify, but the speed is much slower than before.

"Hehe, as expected, no matter what kind of creature it is, it will always be the most vulnerable at the most critical moment."

Wu Hui was filled with emotion.

Moreover, the tauren are stubborn, as long as they don't actively abandon them, it is difficult for them to abandon their beliefs.

As long as all the remaining tauren on the plane of Chenhui are converted into believers, it won't take many years for him to earn back the god crystals he used up on the plane~

Bloodhoof didn't take these tribesmen away, so it was really cheap for him.

"Godhead, upgrade the idol."

Before the tauren shaman waited long, Wu Hui thought, and a drop of divine liquid turned into a torrent of energy and surged out, instantly pouring into the god statue on the plane of Chenhui along the channel of faith.

With the influx of divine power, the statue immediately began to transform and upgrade, and it rose to level 4 in just a short while, which was equivalent to the level of the statue of light in the main church of a principality in the plane of light.

The 4th-level statue can store 625 points of divine power, and the coverage of divine power is 120 kilometers. It has a 4th-level light blessing aura, a 4-level healing aura, a 4-level purification aura, a 4-level war aura, and four light skills. The function is very powerful.

Within the coverage area of ​​the divine power of the statue, all friendly combatants will be blessed, while enemy combatants will be suppressed.

After the transformation was completed, the idol shook slightly, and suddenly burst into divine light.

This light is brilliant and bright, just like the morning light at dawn, bringing infinite hope.

As soon as the divine light came, the cloud above the head began to dissipate quickly as if it had encountered a nemesis, and even the pouring rain began to weaken rapidly.

In just a few breaths of time, the cloud dissipated, the rain stopped, and the scorching sun appeared in the sky again. The sun shines and everything shines.

The tauren was still immersed in the grief and indignation of being abandoned by the ancestor god. He was taken aback when he saw this, and then suddenly exclaimed: "Elder shaman, the statue... the statue..."

The tauren shaman was praying devoutly with his forehead pressed against the ground, when he heard the voice he raised his head.

He was shocked by the sight in front of him.

When offering sacrifices to the ancestor gods, the statues of the ancestor gods will also show some magic, but there is absolutely no such atmosphere. This god who has taken over the plane of Chen Hui is actually so powerful?

Just when he was terrified, circles of halos suddenly appeared on the statue.

This halo was as ethereal as the morning light, but its speed was astonishingly fast, and it swept across the bodies of all the tauren without a sound.

The tauren shaman felt a warm force melt into his body when the aura swept across.

This power is as gentle and gentle as the drizzle in spring, nourishing his almost exhausted body. In just a short moment, his body glowed with vitality again, and his complexion returned to rosy.

At the same time, the other tauren around him also felt the changes brought about by this force.

The exhaustion brought about by the continuous fierce battle disappeared without a sound, and the exhausted physical strength began to recover quickly, the bleeding wound stopped bleeding, granulation sprouted on the severed limb, and the small wound was even more silent. The space has healed, and even the scars are barely visible...

The warm power of light surged in their bodies, and their already strong muscles were nourished and became tougher and stronger.

For a while, as long as the tauren who survived almost recovered most of their combat power, even the most seriously injured tauren chieftain healed more than half of his injuries, and even his strength increased a lot, his hooves became more powerful, and he swung The movements of the weapons have become more rapid.

"God's grace! It's God's grace! Our tauren clan is saved!"

The tauren shaman burst into tears, and his voice was trembling with excitement.

He kowtowed one head after another towards the god statue until the tough cowhide on his forehead was almost worn out without any intention of stopping.

The channel of faith above his head solidified almost instantly, transformed into a fanatic.

Noticing the changes in the tauren clan, the high-ranking demon Hei Yan, who hadn't paid much attention to the statue at first, suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

However, before he could figure out where this premonition came from, a misty halo like the morning sun passed over his body, sweeping across the entire demon camp in an instant.

In an instant, a terrible coercion crushed down as if the sky was falling.

Heiyan felt as if he was in the hot magma for an instant, and the joints all over his body seemed to be on fire, and even the devilish energy in his body ran wildly as if he had encountered a natural enemy. I tried my best to suppress it before I could barely control my devilish energy.

Even if he is like this, let alone those low-level demons?

The tragic wails of the lower demons instantly came from the surroundings. Amidst the wails, the surface of their bodies seemed to be scorched, and blazing bubbles burst out one after another. As if shrouded in the light of the morning sun, the burning bubble quickly burst, and the black devilish energy continuously vented out with the sound of "Zi La", the situation was horrible.

The halo that enveloped them was like the nemesis of the demons, and the fighting power of these low-level demons was greatly weakened in the blink of an eye.

This pure power of light...

Hei Yan's face suddenly changed: "The Light Protoss!"

damn it! How could it be the Light Protoss?

The Guangming Protoss is a very ancient race in the universe. It is said that it once dominated the entire universe when it was at its strongest. Although it has declined now, there are still many different branches existing in the universe.

Although he had never really seen the Bright Protoss, he had heard from the elders of the clan how difficult this ancient race was, and how various methods restrained the Demon Race.

He never thought that such an inconspicuous little plane as the Chenhui plane could attract the light gods!

However, at this moment, even if he recognized that the statue was related to the Guangming Protoss, it would be too late.

Seeing the demons being suppressed by the halo effect, the tauren shaman cheered up and yelled: "Clan people! God's grace has come to the world, it's time to counterattack! Kill!"

While speaking, he skillfully waved the bone staff, and the golden bloody aura permeated from the bone staff, and soon enveloped all the tauren inside.

This is the tauren shaman's shamanic "boosting morale". Infected by the light breath, the power of this shaman witchcraft almost doubled.

Under the pervasive blood, the morale of the tauren clan suddenly rose.

The tauren chief swept away the oncoming demons with a stick, stomped his right hoof on the ground fiercely, raised his head and let out an excited roar: "Roar~ kill, kill, kill! Avenge my brothers!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The tauren who were still alive stomped on the ground and roared, even the old tauren who was originally protected in the center couldn't help but picked up their weapons and rushed over with roars.

The furious black smoke was instantly submerged by the raging tauren.

In the blink of an eye, the situation that was originally defeated across the board was suddenly reversed. The demons were actually suppressed by the tauren and retreated steadily. They barely recovered a little bit of decline until they withdrew from the range shrouded by the halo.

This scene under the cliff is just the beginning.

Just as the tauren began to counterattack, St. Luke had already flown to another tribe where the tauren lived.

The situation of this tribe is not as tragic as the previous one, but it is not optimistic. As usual, St. Luke announced the news of the change of owner of the plane, and then left the idol and rushed to the next tauren tribe. The same scene was then staged among the tauren tribe.

In less than half a day, statues of gods took root in the tauren tribe. Each statue was a stronghold, covering half of the plane of Morning Glory like a weaving net.

With the help of the god statues, the overall defeat of the tauren clan was finally greatly eased. Relying on the god statues, a series of offensive and defensive battles began, and the mobs' sweeping offensive was finally contained.

On the "Judger" battleship, Wu Hui was in a pretty good mood.

The tauren has an upright personality and a simple mind, and his religious loyalty is obviously much higher than that of the humans on the Aesop plane. St. Luke's operation made him have 67 more fanatics.

With his current net worth, although these fanatics are nothing, but the tauren clan is said to have 500 million people. Even if the population is reduced due to the siege of the demons, the total number is still quite considerable.

When these tauren all become his believers, even if the efficiency of collecting the power of faith by the idol is much lower than that of the godhead, it will still increase the amount of divine power he harvests every day by a large margin.

"Your Majesty, these demons are really abominable." St. John frowned and looked at the picture sent back by the Eye of the Holy Light. At this moment, he suddenly said, "It's a pity that the lairs of those demons are opposite to those space gaps, otherwise, the subordinates must bring Soldiers go and wipe them out."

"There's no rush. The real strong of the Demon Race hasn't made a move yet, and this battle won't be over for a while."

After more than 100 years of polishing, Wu Hui's demeanor is more stable now, and his actions are less hasty.

He said in a deep voice, "Go ahead and order the Divine Weapon Palace to build a door embryo of a space gate within three days. I want to build a space gate between the tauren plane and the kingdom of God, so that I can support it at any time."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wu Hui gave an order, and the Palace of Divine Weapons began to run at high speed like a gear. In less than three days, a door embryo of a space gate was built.

Referring to the method of building a space gate on the Aesop plane, Wu Hui gave the shaman on the tauren plane an oracle to build an altar to enshrine the god statue, and quickly marked the space anchor point of the Chenhui plane through the altar , established a stable space channel, and solidified the channel on the door of space.

With this space gate, if there is any trouble in the tauren plane, the Kingdom of God can immediately send troops to reinforce it.

This means that the kingdom of God fights more now and the troops are insufficient. Otherwise, it will directly send an army of angels to suppress the land, and the demons will not even think of the door of the space gap.

At the same time, terrifying roars came from behind the suppressed magic fog. The magic fog twisted crazily, as if some peerless monsters were about to charge into the plane of Morning Glory.

"My lord!" St. Luke cupped his hands slightly worried, "The demons on the opposite side of the folding space are very powerful. Shall we send out a large army, put one or two in first, and then completely encircle them and cut off the opponent's arm?"

Wu Hui, on the other hand, acted very calmly, his mental power flitting through those constantly distorted spaces, he chuckled: "This is an excellent opportunity, you lead an army to guard the plane of Chenhui, seal and strengthen those gaps in space, magicians below level 10 Let all the clans come in and sharpen those tauren. In addition, the two major planes of Guangming and Aesop also mobilized troops to come to support. Don't rush, fight slowly, and fight for hundreds of years. The speed is up to you."

Wu Hui understands that war is the best catalyst to spread belief.

"Yes, my lord!" St. Luke knelt down on one knee and accepted the order, very firmly. As long as it is my lord's command, no matter what it is, he will unswervingly carry it out.

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