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After destroying the strong city wall of Orari, Ymir stopped, after all, her physical strength could not support her to continue working.

And Lagia's advance officers didn't seem to have any idea of ​​catching up with the victory. They just threw all the more than fifty unsullied giants out, and then retreated.

But even so this is still a huge problem.

The existence of more than fifty unsullied giants is enough to cause a huge chaos in Orari when a huge hole has been opened in the city wall.

But fortunately, all of this is finally topped.

"Back off, filthy evil thing!!!"

The followers of the Holy Light, led by Bell Cronney, showed their great strength and the greatness of the Holy Light. They exist not only as powerful doctors, but also as a force to punish the evil.

Under the leadership of Bell, the newly promoted paladins slaughtered the more than fifty Unsullied Giants with minimal damage. These twisted and brainless monsters were not a big problem to clean up.

No one would object to the fact that Bell was now vaguely the leader of the adventurers in Oralene.

His strength and deeds have fully deserved this title - especially when the two major families who were supposed to play this role did not act.

Yes, after this opening battle, whether it is a mortal or a god, the biggest question they make is—

"Where did Loki and Freya go?!"

It was a confused question with panic and anger - where did the two families who were supposed to be the most active protectors in this war go?

Although Orari has never had a rule that the strong must protect the weak, or that the powerful family must stand up when foreign enemies invade. But this matter is not a rule, but a "truth" that is deeply rooted in people's hearts and does not need to be emphasized.

If the family in the head does not protect Orari as a representative, then why do they obtain such a detached status?

But no matter how they questioned, they never got any answer.

The people of the Twilight Pavilion to which the Loki family belonged went to the empty building, and the Freya family disappeared without a trace in Orari.

Many people maliciously speculated that the two major families abandoned Orari and ran away, but the guild has remained silent about this.

run away? Of course that is impossible. The two great families do not say that their gods... have always been in the Tower of Babel.

"I've said it long ago, your intention to develop Orari into a broad group army is a wrong decision."

In the hall of the main **** of the guild, Mu Feng looked at the mirror showing today's battle, and shrugged unsurprisingly.

This is not an afterthought, but a warning that Mu Feng has already put forward - the scale of development of Orari itself is not suitable for the policy of large-scale popularization and strengthening.

Even if there are powerful guilds that confuse the power within Orari, it is still Orari composed of a group of relatives, and the cohesion and centripetal force cannot be compared with the country at all.

Even the city-states in ancient Greece were more united than Euler. In essence, this was a loosely-structured organization formed by a group of gangster-like organizations.

But such Oraris are not useless, they are obviously more suitable for the power of powerful individuals than the quality of a broad and powerful army.

This is also the purpose of Mu Feng's customizing 'dungeon' for them a long time ago, focusing on strengthening their individual adventurers by giving them bloodlines and props, and then achieving a balance between the three forces.

Now it seems that this purpose is likely to fail.

It should be said that the feedback given by the God of War to the Lagia Empire is too strong, and arrogance is really over the line for the improvement of the army under his command.

Even if arrogance is trying to delay the Lagia Empire as much as possible, it is still too obvious that it is not easy to do. Moreover, the gods of war also have a share of the control of the army of the Lagia Empire.

On the contrary, on Orari's side, there are not many individuals with extraordinary power, and most of these guys are not talented.

If this is the case, then there is probably no suspense in the war between Orari and Lagia.

Lose, and lose very ugly.

"You're an afterthought here! Didn't you do all this?" Loki shot back very rudely.

"Hurry up and help if you have anything to do! Otherwise, Orali will be trampled by the lunatics of Ares, and we will raise your ashes!"

"It is inconvenient for our family to take action after all." Freya said faintly, turning the glass of wine

"Although it is enough to intervene in the war between Lagia and Orari, it is not suitable. Our strength should be left in the final scene."

"Since you are here, you should already have a solution."

Ouranos, who had been silent for a long time, spoke slowly.

"The result of this war must be temporarily concluded at the cost of the pain on both sides. Only in this way can the last party be brought on stage in a timely manner, and this battle of the gods will be played out."

Mu Feng crossed his fingers and narrowed his eyes.

"I do have a way. I can quickly produce a group of warriors that can be compared with the army of the Lagia Empire. But... I still have to let Orari, or Belle Cronney, taste the taste of failure."

"Only after tasting the **** and bitter taste of failure will he understand how to write the words "unscrupulous".

...

At night, Bell, who was busy completing all the work, sat on the city wall, looking at the huge gap that had turned into ruins, and the miserable refugees, fell into a long silence.

"Hey, Bell, how did you climb to such a high place!"

Hestia clambered up and threw herself into Bell's arms, grinning.

"Lord God..." Bell hugged the young God in his arms and murmured in a low voice

"Why did all this become like this?"

Bell thought that his hero Tan story should be a traditional one. The hero challenges monsters, meets girls, and then lives happily. Such a poor and boring result.

But now it seems that, even along the way, the 'people' who died in Bell's hands are probably far more than monsters.

Why do humans start wars?

Bell actually knew the answer to this question. When he was in Stormwind City, he had seen how a captured orc revealed their motives under torture.

To live...

Draenor, the hometown of the orcs, became difficult to survive under the pollution of fel energy. After the elements no longer responded to them, the ancestor spirit abandoned them, and naturally everything withered. After Draenor became a dead world, it was left to Orcs are running out of options.

Invade other worlds and survive!

This answer may sound high-sounding, but Lothar can bluntly reject it - the madness of the orcs was brought about by themselves, they drank the blood of demons, it was their own choice, and they did not cherish their homeland And letting it destroy is not the reason why they can invade other people's homes.

So in Bell's view, the purpose of war is just to capture something.

Survival resources are also good, powerful spells, powerful artifacts, beauty of the country, and even some insignificant things can become reasons for war.

The important thing is that I don't and you have, the important thing is that the greed never ends, and the war... never changes.

"I once thought that Orari would not be like this." Bell hugged Hestia and whispered under the stars

"I thought this city would not have encountered such a terrifying disaster earlier, war... Why would they want to provoke a war under the crown of Ares? They don't really need to plunder anything in Orari?"

Yes, the Lagia Empire has a vast territory and rich resources, and it is impossible for Orari to match in all aspects. If you have to talk about resources, it is probably only the dungeon under the Tower of Babel.

So what is the purpose of rashly launching such an inhumane war? And Bell also heard that Lagia used to attack Orari every year. He didn't understand why Ares did this.

"Because of our nature," Hestia whispered.

"We descended from the celestial realm, and we made mortal bodies for ourselves, but our nature in the celestial realm remains the same. Hephaestus loves to forge, Mih likes to make medicine, Soma concentrates on brewing, and Ares ... longing for war."

"Bell, you ask me why Ares is attacking Orari. There are countless reasons, but the only real one is - Ares is like this."

"He is the **** of war, and so are his allies. War is carved into their bones. Even the instinct of their birth."

The first time I heard Hestia talk about the secrets of their gods, Bell listened very seriously

"Then, Lord God, what exactly is life in the heavenly realm?"

"What..." Hestia was stunned for a moment, narrowing her eyes, revealing a reminiscent and blurred look

"That's probably... an endless emptiness."

They are gods, powerful beings that are a level higher than mortals - but unfortunately, they do not have the emotions and thoughts that match this power.

Omnipotence, or relatively omnipotent power, leaves them incomparably empty. Although he is a god, he has an emotional logic close to that of a mortal. After a long time, only emptiness is left behind.

But the funny thing is that they who came to the lower world as mortals should have lived a completely different life, but including Hestia, they unconsciously revealed their own nature.

Like Ares, he came to the mortal world because he was extremely bored, but he did everything he could to change back to the celestial self in the mortal world.

As a god, I long for a man, and as a man, I want to become a **** again. Contradictory and bad indeed, empty...and ridiculous.

"War never changes." Bell laughed at himself

‘woooooooo~~~~~~~’

The long and ethereal sound of the horn pierced through the sky, causing a tearing vibration in the restless air.

The sound came from a bone-made horn, which was no doubt bad as an instrument, but what he conveyed was simple and straightforward.

War, death, slaughter!

Bell stood up abruptly, his eyes didn't see anything, but he felt the will coming from the other side of the horizon.

Scarlet death is approaching.

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M78 Nebula

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Chapter 109. Blood God Dance

In the trance, it seems like a thousand years have passed, and it is like a fleeting gap.

Occasionally, Kahn would also have such a strange illusion. After intermittently calming his boundless anger and bloodthirsty, he would be very puzzled - what kind of strange reincarnation did he fall into?

I don't know how long it is, I don't know what it is, I don't know where I am, I don't know... how much was killed.

This confused emotion often usurps his heart like a clutch, causing him a huge panic, and then... driving him even more crazy.

He is Kahn? Crozzo, he is the blood god's chosen champion! He is the bloodthirsty, the Seed of Destruction, the slayer of the race, the ruthless butcher, and the messenger of the will of the God of War in the mortal world!

Yes, only in the slaughter can he be satisfied, and only in the slaughter can he prove his loyalty!

All things are born to support people, people have nothing to report to the sky, kill kill kill kill kill kill! ! ! !

Only killing and death, bringing war and bloodshed can return the gods. Only by performing natural selection can we prove ourselves and offer loyalty to God!

This is the unique philosophy that belongs to Kahn, and even belongs to the countless family members of the gods - the school of loyalty!

At dawn, the low air pressure on the steppe was unpleasant, but what was even more unpleasant was undoubtedly an army at the end of the steppe.

The fluttering eight-pointed star flag emits a disturbing blood-colored radiance even in the darkest hours, and even after the torrential rain, there is still a lingering smell of blood here.

The restless steel bulls slashed the ground with their hooves, kicking up the soil, leaving **** hoof prints in it.

This army that first arrived under Orari was the Legion of the Blessed that belonged to the Alliance of Gods of War.

In fact, they can't be said to be a legion - they are all elites, and they are a group of people who have won the joy and blessing of the gods with their battles for the blood and bones of the enemy in the wars over the years.

The best of them have accepted the in-depth transformation work carried out by the Mechanic Sect, and a large amount of infusion of divine blood has made each of them an elite among the elite.

But they can never be called an army.

"Kahn!!! Don't dawdle!!!"

With a voice of extreme anger and bloodthirsty, what followed at Karn was a scarlet spear covered with creepy spikes, the spear of terrifying torture known as the 'Cursed Lady'. En's head didn't look like a warning at all.

"Algana, I'm your boss!"

Kahn tried his best to suppress his anger and bloodthirsty, but he still responded with an incomparably obvious furious roar. The roaring chainsaw axe threw off the stab of the long spear and slashed down towards the woman fiercely.

Algana, the woman with the title of Bride of the Blood God, is the number one figure of the Scarlet Valkyrie army and the number one servant of Kali, the **** of destruction and blood.

She was wearing a thick and close-fitting brass armor, covered with thorns and molten light, with a large number of severed heads hanging from her waist, and her long scarlet hair was tied one by one at the back of her head. A brass bell hung from the knots.

It was a symbol of their exploits, and whenever these war-crazy madmen won a war, they would hang a brass bell in their hair, and use the enemy's phalanx as a pendulum to beat these blood-thirsty madmen. Female warriors bring shocking fear to the enemy when they act.

The Scarlet Valkyries, or as their enemies prefer to call them, the Scarlet Bride, the death troop fortified and blessed by the most bellicose and bloodthirsty Amazon warriors, is Kali's most proud of the direct troops.

Their existence shows the ultimate meaning of "female boxing" - killing all men is the real female boxing!

Of course, they didn't mind wiping out weak women along the way. This is their philosophy, their dedication to loyalty, and the weak and incompetent are not worthy of survival!

"Shut your mouths!"

A deep and icy voice resounded above the heads of the two who were fighting with swords. A blood-colored angel descended with wings made of brass blades, holding a huge bell staff, and the terrifying bell sounded in the swing.

Carly's other blood **** bride, who is also the spokesperson for the gods of war, the 'Skull Angel' Barchet icy arrival.

She held the huge bell staff, which was made of the skull of a giant dragon, and the ritual she held in her left hand was woven from the skin of the most powerful enemy. Forged by arrogant hands, it is a symbol of its supervisory authority.

Yes, as I said before, the reason why these guys can't be called 'army' is because they don't look like an army at all.