The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The god of justice and commandment, Nampus, the weak god, the third best of the gods of order, is also the dominant faith of the Principality of Sarah.

Belief is the rations of the gods of order, the small nations with the little gods, is already the self-evident subordinate rule of the world, and the rise of a super empire, emerging race, behind the rise of a powerful god, such as the insomniac of that time, is now the guardian god of the Alliance, is considered to be a successful superior.

And some of them have succeeded, and some of them have naturally taken off, such as Rose and Ms. Storm, and have fallen completely.

In the tradition of jihad, since this is the parish of the South Puerto, he is the guardian of this kingdom, and when the forces on the side of chaos challenge the side of order, it is he who should lead the battle between the mortals and the Church.

But obviously, when he reacts, I'm afraid the Dead Spirit has spread into a disaster, the population has fallen dramatically, and we haven't mobilized enough power to hinder the natural disaster, maybe the gods themselves will fall asleep.

This is also the root cause of the fact that weak gods who rely on faith struggle to survive jihad, and while they are above mortals, they rely heavily on mortals, who, together, easily exit the stage early.

In this sense, Roland, they kind of helped him a lot, a weak god, in his own kingdom, to wage war with a spiritual emperor of the power of the Lord God, how it ended without saying much.

But right now, looking at the dying spirit, he's probably more anxious than anyone else.

In the furthest reaches of our sight, the Knights of the Temple organized defensive positions, on a makeshift rudimentary shrine, where the once haughty bishop knelt down, held his fists in his hands and lowered his prayers.

And it seemed that the gods in heaven had heard his prayers, and the clouds had opened, and a column of light had fallen, and the light in heaven had kindled him.

“Sacrifice...”

Needless to think, the carrier of divine power is difficult to choose, and I don't think that any regional bishop who is a high-ranking priest is a divine descent prepared by the Namps, so paying the price of his own flesh and soul as a divine descent is a prerequisite for everything.

It is still a question of how many seconds the flesh, which lacks strength and does not fit well, can shed the power of God.

“It might be helpful to be able to accomplish a divine work. ”

But soon, I won't have to guess...

Beneath the light column, a knight of light, more than three meters high on a white horse, stood up, and that was the legendary image of the god of commandments.

He waved a snow-white long gun, seemingly yelling at something...

“Boom! ”

Well, it did blow itself up, with him at its core, and the whole horizon lit up with white glow.

The power of the explosion of the true incarnation is the extreme point of the universe, forcing the divine descent on the non-divine descendants, and then self-destructing the incarnation. For a weak god, I'm afraid the accumulation over a hundred years has been done in vain.

But the power of the god to explode himself is also solid, and the strong white light shines in front of him, and the horizon is washed away by the positive energy mixed with the belief forces and divine powers. One of the first dead spirits is ignited, and in white life they cry into ashes.

Perhaps Namps's divine power as a weak god is not high, but the priesthood is a commandment. He is a pure god of order. His divine power on the side of the Holy Light explodes itself and is definitely the natural enemy of the creation of chaos.

The worst of all, presumably a witch lord flying by magic, he was most likely to escape the battlefield at high speeds, but he ran into a shock wave of positive energy and had no chance of escape at all, and he was covered in powerful negative energy.

The crown and sceptre as a magic instrument were destroyed for the first time, the skeleton wrapped in pitch black magic was lit with white light, and full of positive energy sprayed directly out of the eyes and mouth, and the terrible witch turned into a candle of light spraying holy light out of all the holes.

That ridiculous look was instantly rated, and the next one just blew up into hundreds of pieces.

Large numbers of dead spirits fall directly, and survival under a widespread curse depends more on strength than on luck, and the weaker the dead spirits are unable to survive under such circumstances.

Where the shock waves go, the zombies become mature meat, the skeletons become parts, the ghosts become roasted strings, the dragons become lantern boats, and the witches enjoy mermaid shadow fragmentation.

“Is this how many curses have burst...”

In a sense, I am also helpless. When super power appears on the regular battlefield, either you throw the curse or I play with myself. You blow it up and I blow it up. When a conventional melee is really miserable, even if it is strong enough to be epic, I don't know if it will be sent to heaven by some grandfather or priest the next moment.

And it is not only places that are affected by God's annihilation, but also the wooden knights who chase the dead spirit are not far away, but also touched by fluctuations. Whatever kind of magic plants they used to fly in the periphery, they are struck by such powerful divine forces that they can only fall freely.

Fortunately, they are themselves physical creatures with strong positive energy, and after the first wave of positive energy shocks by demonized plants and magical machines, the physical damage is not significant, and the mind can return to normal after a brief vertigo.

The dwarf parachute was also a standard configuration for empty knights, and there was an extra little white flower in the sky, but from those little fists that kept waving at the sky, they had absolutely no appreciation for the god.

And if the Wood Spirit is just barely touched, the Knights of the Temple as Guardians are close to the explosion.

Even though the bishop had completed the divine surrender on schedule, none of the Knights of the Temple, the Guardian, retreated, and they were devoured by the deadly white light behind them.

How astonishing is the power of the gods to explode themselves, no survivors, no survivors, but from the appearance of the Temple Knights in the Jedi, and their fearlessness of battle to the last minute, they should have been ready for sacrifice.

“This is their home, behind them are their families and tribes...”

Compared to longevity species, human life is short and talented, there are many concerns, many desires, seemingly blunt short-sighted, waste of life, but in times of crisis, heroes are always born, perhaps, because of a lot of involvement, not too much responsibility, knowing that life is precious, to know the necessity of sacrifice at a critical juncture.

Along the way, I've seen too many warriors and guardians like this...

And their sacrifice in exchange for the divine power of self-destruct did achieve great results. The runaway spirit slept at least 80% permanently in the explosion, and all the rest were wounded. When the second wave of empty knights of the Wood Spirit came up, the hunt would be much smoother than before, and perhaps the dead spirit would escape the pursuit, but it was no longer comparable to the devastating natural disaster of the dead.

The tragedy of the dead relaxed me, and I was able to focus on the ruins. Timirette hasn't spontaneously contacted me since the initial call for help.

“You're not really dead, are you? Or I'll go check it out. ”