Chapter 652: Condolences and offense

Blood Lotus Palace
"...Friend Wang Xin is an important explorer on the path of cultivating immortals in the blood sea. From the blue world to the world of Allen, from the refining period to the golden core period, he has made indelible contributions to the guild and the vast number of immortal cultivators.
Everyone in the guild and the people of immortality will never forget that there was once a beautiful woman named Wang Xin who dedicated everything for our common ideal of immortality.
I call on..."
A piece of white paper hovered in front of him, and Zhao Shi quickly wrote lines of small fonts on it with a brush.
His characters don't care about the charm of calligraphy, but are extremely standard, and the structure of the fonts strictly follows a certain order.
If there is no faint sword intent between the lines, someone would definitely believe that it was printed with a special printer.
But it was really true that he had written it by himself, and there was still a pile of similar things in his hand, which had accumulated hundreds of copies.
After another half an hour, a total of 721 similar letters were completed in Zhao Shi's hands. After drying the ink, they were wrapped in a special green leather envelope.
"Send these to the families of the sacrificed martyrs, and give me some condolences. We must strictly keep up with the safeguards for the martyrs in all aspects, and don't cause them secondary harm."
Zhao Shi sighed slightly to Ouyang Wu behind him.
Most of the soldiers killed in battle came from Cangqing, some came from the light and dark, and some of the families were also soldiers, in Allen's world.
The family members in Allen World will be asked by Ouyang Wu, and those in Cangqing and Light and Dark will be handled by Sun Yue, Chi Yaoyue, and Zhao Ling'er.
Although sacrifices were unavoidable in the pioneering war, the death of such a large-scale and close guild member caused some fluctuations in his heart.
"I see, don't you go?"
Ouyang Wu asked, if Zhao Shiqin, the president of the guild, asks one or two families of martyrs, as a model of political propaganda, it can better gather people's hearts.
"Their husband, wife, and children died in battle under my command, and I face them shamelessly."
Ouyang Wu comforted: "There is no undead in the war. Our battle damage rate so far is not high compared to any army of the same level. You don't need to blame yourself."
As the closest person, she knew that he was not as cold and ruthless as outsiders seemed, but rather timid and simple, killing was just a means to achieve an end.
"I understand, don't worry."
The war is still going on.
After adopting the policy of making substantial concessions, only indirectly ruling the deep-sea murloc tribe, the deep-sea was quickly included in the rule, bringing stability to the blood-sea guild at all times, as well as a steady stream of resource income.
The sphere of influence of the Blood Sea Guild spreads in all directions with the lookout island as its base. The islands of the Storm Church are brought under control, and land reform has completely cut off the belief in the storm.
If the Storm Church has a faith map, you can now see the dense distribution of bright light spots on the left, and each light spot is a believer above a shallow believer.
But looking to the right, it was a deep darkness. There were only one or two light spots, which gradually faded with the erosion of time, and finally disappeared completely, and the speed was extremely terrifying.
At the boundary between the left and right, the light spots of belief extinguished at all times, and the brightest light spots disappeared completely after a moment of shining, and no change could be made.
The darkness is like a tide, flooding in waves to the sacred storm land, unstoppable.
Along the way, the city of the sky rises above the sky, sprinkling brilliance and stars on the ground islands.
The blue eternal stars above the highest sky are still bright, but their light is obscured by the city of the sky and cannot shine on the ground again.
"The first division of the Blood Angel Legion is dispatched."
Under the clear order of Taring Lina, the baby waterfowl descended from the Sky City to the Storm Church Crete, and the sharp blood-red wings covered the sky.
Crete is located in the middle of the forty-two islands of the Church of Storms. It is the center of the central islands. The 10,000-meter statue of the Storm God surrounded by bright holy light can be seen from a long distance.
Zhao Shi of the Blood Lotus Palace stared at the idol of storm below indifferently, without any movement.
The Blood Sea Guild has captured 19 of the 42 islands of the Storm Church. During this process, there have been many small-scale riots, but there has been no battle worth mentioning.
The Storm Church has adopted a strategy of full contraction, not to mention the sanctuary-level priests along the way, there are not many martial-master-level powerhouses.
"heresy!"
"Blood Devil!"
The priests and mortals on the island of Crete immediately spotted the blood angels descending from the sky and yelled in horror. The arrows entrained in grudge shot toward the sky like meteors, densely packed.
There was also a roar of magic crystal cannons arranged near the church, and the air vibrated violently, covering the cold and sharp light of the blood angel.
The remaining tens of thousands of great warriors looked towards the sky, a trace of hope appeared in their desperate hearts.
The light dissipated, revealing the scene among the clouds.
The first division of the blood angel under the command of the baby waterfowl did not suffer any damage and showed no signs of slowing down, and continued to land.
Boom boom boom!
The blood angel division divided into twelve groups of sharp blood-red light groups and landed on the ground, and the misty waves of sword aura spread in all directions, blasting the dense array of great warriors into twelve huge gaps.
The great warrior barbarians who originally existed in the same place still had their armor, weapons, broken flesh and bones, nothing left.
The gap between the two is really too big, and even the damage that this caused a devastating blow to them is not the real attack of the Blood Angel Division, but the aftermath of the landing.
It's not a life-and-death war, it's just that mortals face natural disasters that they can't resist, nothing more.
"escape!"
"God!"
With fanatical beliefs, the steel armor corps, which seemed to be the abyss of ten thousand feet, would not hesitate to step into it instantly collapsed, crying and fleeing in all directions, throwing weapons and armors to pieces.
If they were facing an army that was several times their own, they would not be so. Their ancestors had been bathed in the glory of God's growth before endless years, and could offer everything to God and fight to the end.
But the gap in front of us is so big that even the most blind and fanatical believer must admit that this is sending death, and it is sending death without any effect.
This completely violated the survival instinct of most creatures, and the cornerstone of instinct that survived to this day, even if the of the storm continued to transform this race for 100,000 years, he failed to obliterate it.
"kill!"
The baby waterfowl ignored the escaped great warrior army, and softly shouted, the blood angel changed into formation, the blood red sword light split, and it condensed into thirty-six huge sword auras that smashed into the sky. .
Although the idols had not been awakened in the previous wars and were easily destroyed, this is a prescribed order and must be prepared at all times.
Buzzing!
When the thirty-six sword auras were about to smash the statue, the horrible scene of storm and destruction appeared in the eyes carved from white jade marble, and the surrounding void was frozen, and he could no longer move forward.