Several regiments of soldiers were gathered around the Father. He was wearing a large robe, sitting under the tower of the power of the gods, and looked lovingly at his surroundings.

These are the hopes that once were, and they still are.

Only the content of hope is different.

In the past, they were the foundation of the Dawning Temple, the basis for the continuation of a population, and the strong backing that he guaranteed to rule.

Now, it is him...

The movement of the Temple of Dawn caused a high level of tension among the posthumous people, especially the appearance of the Father, which stirred up an uproar with horror.

There is no way, everyone has seen the power of God’s punishment, and the posthumous people paid the price of the previous generation of pool guards and the entire holy pool. In this way, the power of almost ruining the world has not killed the nine-level strongman. After losing the punishment, how to deal with him?

Many people were busy. Commands were issued one after another. Some rested troops entered the state of combat readiness and began to gather towards the wall.

Xia Lei and others immediately closed the door of time and space to prevent the ninth-level strongman from forcibly breaking through to the earth.

On the other side, the saint and Rong Zhinanzhen stood at a distance, they were also attracted by the horn of the assembly, but when they came, they found that they had been isolated from the battle front, and the Father didn’t mean to call their past. Not to mention explaining to them the intention of convening troops now.

"Children, a few days ago, we encountered a failure." The Father suddenly spoke, and the kind and kind voice spread to the Quartet.

Here is some restlessness, because I heard the Holy Father's self-training words and failed for that one.

Many warriors of the Dawning Temple have not accepted the fact that they have been defeated until now. They believe that they just failed to capture the king city.

The wall that is the most obstructive is no longer a problem. Even if several gaps are now blocked by the rubble, it cannot pose a threat. The massive reduction in siege equipment makes the fire suppression they face weaker, so you can concentrate more on the charge. In terms of numbers, although after a downsizing that has plagued the bone marrow, there are still some advantages overall, and the quality of individual soldiers is more than that of the posthumous.

In this case, the previous battle can only be regarded as a temporary setback.

Now, the Father has recovered from his wounds, and it is the moment to regroup and attack the King City!

Ordinary soldiers can't figure out the status of the entire team in time, their minds are relatively simple, and the worship of the Father is still there.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm here, you are here, victory is here."

The Father stood up, which made the rumors that he lost half of his body unbreakable, which undoubtedly gave these soldiers more confidence.

"Father! Ten Thousand Lords!"

Such a cry resounded outside the entire Wangcheng.

The saint looked at him from afar, her lips turned upwards.

"Will you follow me to break through the broken city in front of you?!"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to follow me to avenge the dead robe?!"

"willing!"

"Are you willing to follow me and go to another world to show the everlasting style and loyalty of the people of Dawn God?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Very good, children, I fulfill your wishes, we...forever together!"

After speaking of these fathers, a hand was stretched out under the robe and patted on the tower of the power of the gods. The entire power of the gods lit up. Then, a less conspicuous light appeared on the tower. For the center, it rushed in all directions from the metal platform connected to the ground.

If you look closely, you will find that these rays are thin red tubes.

Ordinary warriors can't find these changes, but the eighth-level masters can.

At this moment, both the Saints and the two giants, as well as the few remaining eighth-level strongmen in the Dawning Temple, looked pale.

"Crazy, crazy, really crazy..."

Rong Zhi murmured, after his pale face, it was extremely sad.

He found that the sacred and nearly pure temple master in his heart had fallen before his life.

And even the despair of the saint who had been desperate for this man who was also a teacher and father, she was shocked to find out what the father was going to do. She really wanted to use some extreme words to describe it, but it was in her head. Blank.

Finally, some warriors realized that they were wrong. They just thought that the Father would absorb their energy, reopen the power of the gods, and strike the posthumous king city.

However, they felt that some sharp things had penetrated into the body from the soles of their feet. After that, not only did the energy start to drain, but even the vitality quickly disappeared.

This is not a phenomenon that the power of the gods should have.

Some soldiers began to struggle in panic, but found that their mouths could no longer make a sound, and even their bodies gradually lost control.

They looked at the Father who was still giving a passionate speech just now. The smile on the face that was supposed to be full of smiles was still full of laughter at that moment, but that kind of smile was strange and eerie.

Many people instantly understood what was going on, and even the soldiers who were not standing on the metal ground gradually realized the fact.

But this restlessness was immediately suppressed by many commanders. These people spoke in unison about the glorious deeds of the Father, glory and glory, sacrifice and dedication, loyalty and meaninglessness.

Saying...the incarnation of God.

Many soldiers calmed down in this kind of rhetoric. Although there was still uneasiness and uneasiness in their hearts, they were inexplicable and confused, but they still chose to believe and compromise among the faithful since the birth.

But the soldiers standing on the metal ground had no such opportunity. They were aging at a rate visible to the naked eye, full of panic in their eyes, but unable to express it.

Some lower-ranking soldiers could not resist first, and the whole person lost support and fell to the ground, turning into a dead mummy.

This situation continued to happen in the following time. In just ten minutes, more than 20,000 soldiers died in this way.

Centered on the tower of the power of the gods, the surrounding large area is covered with the corpses of the temple warriors.

Above the city head, Wang Zun, Xia Lei and others saw the cold sweat oozing all over. The father was so desperate to this extent that he did it without knowing the purpose.

recovery!

The Father is absorbing the vitality of his men and healing himself!

Sure enough, under the watch of everyone, the Father slowly tore off the robe covering his body, revealing his naked upper body, where it has almost returned to its original shape, except for the tip of the finger, where there are countless blood vessels Wriggling.

It's just that the skin color of this half of the body is very different from the other side, one black and one white, very eye-catching, which makes the Father look as weird as his smile.

"I recovered, then..."

"Who can stop me!" 89