Chapter 656: Attack on the Kingdom of God

Zhao Shi flew out of the Sky City and looked at the small world below, without talking nonsense.
"Storm, come out and lead to death."
Draw the sword, cut it down.
The waves of the blood sea domain covered the sky of the Kingdom of Storm God, and the endless light of blood gathered towards the center, condensing into a blood sword, like a blood-colored mountain, shattering the barriers of storm clouds along the way, and falling to the earth.
For the first time in the peaceful and peaceful kingdom of heaven, there was a dramatic change of celestial phenomena. The thunder exploded, the wind was surging, and the world became extremely cold under the light of blood, and it was freezing cold.
The happily smiling residents of the Kingdom of God scattered and fled, but there was still a warm smile on their faces, extremely strange.
Suddenly, the Holy Light of the Kingdom of Storms was extremely bright, and every part of the world overflowed with sacred light.
"Holy! You were born in the storm! You are the master of the storm!"
"Your heaven is eternal and immortal, and your throne is high in the sky!"
"The storm is your sword, and the thunder is your spear!"
The fleeing petitioners stopped their fleeing steps, as if the soldiers in the barracks heard the order, singing and chanting loudly, and praying loudly.
They gathered in twos and threes, merged together, and gradually gathered into a sea of ​​people, unable to see their heads at a glance, and their faces were sacred and pious.
The sky, the earth, the ocean, the palace, all the places in the kingdom of God lit up.
A figure came out of it, dressed in luxurious animal skins exuding a wild atmosphere, shell armor that once symbolized status in the Middle Ages, and silk robes often worn by nobles in recent years.
Countless have fallen into a deep sleep, leaving only a trace of the soul of the essence of the soul awakening.
One hundred thousand years of accumulation, one hundred thousand years of common road, only the most pious believers can survive until now.
The crowds gathered together to form an ocean of faith, and the entire Kingdom of the Storm God was like a war machine in operation, its momentum increased little by little, which was far more terrifying than the previous incarnation of the storm.
"Here! Sinner!"
"When death! The soul is plunged into the abyss!"
When they gathered into a crowd of faith, the faces of these petitioners, who always smiled happily, changed, becoming severe and majestic.
They yelled at Zhao Shi in the sky, sincerely, and the sound spread all over the sky.
This is what the real man said, he is the one that billions of devout believers will kill.
It's not weak words.
The power of faith lies in idealism. As long as the power of faith is enough, it can be born from nothing and be born in the real world to create fantasy.
Even the gods are twisted monsters created by their illusions, and the first generation of gods only provided an introduction.
Now, billions of devout believers have a common purpose, which is to make Zhao Shi die immediately.
Unobservable unknown power emerged from the endless void, with a taste similar to the power of cause and effect, and crazily poured into Zhao Shi's soul.
"You should die! This is heaven, this is the rule!"
"Yes! You should have died!"
The voices of countless people were roaring at Zhao Shi, telling him a fact.
Because this is shared by billions of people, and no one can change this, and he must do so.
Not comply?
No, there is no such option, no choice or not, just the fact that it has happened, and there is no resistance or resistance.
But there was no change in the sea of ​​blood in his heart, still tumbling and flowing according to his eternal order.
"A bunch of parasitic maggots with long lost soul essence also want to represent the rule of heaven?"
A crimson sword emerged from the deepest part of the sea of ​​blood, cold and sharp, flying out of the sea, cutting out all the noises that dared to make noise.
The noise of hundreds of millions of ducks around him suddenly stopped, and then a louder roar came.
But the crimson sword in the center of the blood sea just stared at them lightly, and even was too lazy to handle it.
Their desperate shouts gradually turned into phantoms, and they could no longer affect anything.
Self-willing fools, maggots in the dungpit, you think there are many, but who can you change?
In the real world, the sword peak that condensed the power of the sea of ​​blood did not slow down in the slightest, with heaviness and sharpness, all the blue holy light along the way was easily crushed in front of it.
boom!
The Scarlet Blade came with the general momentum, smashing the land flowing with honey and milk to ashes, and the hundreds of thousands of believers who had been scolded on the ground were turned into powder, and they were completely silent from the inside out.
"heresy!"
"Fight for the Lord!"
The huge casualties did not make these petitioners any fear, and their bodies changed in the midst of higher and more fanatical shouts.
The clothes behind him bulged up with two big bags, and they broke apart, revealing a pair of white wings, surrounded by blue holy light.
In a blink of an eye, an ocean of wings and storms appeared on the ground, endless in number.
"kill!"
"Kill the heretics!"
There are men and women of all ages, and the storm angels are holding sharp spears, flapping their white wings and flying into the air, leaving the ground to face the steep and sharp blood-red peaks.
A storm angel pierced a blood-colored rock wall with spears in both hands while roaring, and was shaken into powder by the force of the counter shock.
The attacks of the surrounding storm angels also hit the Scarlet Sword Peak, clinking, and they were killed the moment they attacked, clearing a large area around them.
Floating and shaking the trees, the breeze is blowing.
Zhao Shi's expression in the sky changed slightly.
He felt that the Scarlet Sword Peak that was transformed by his attack had lost a tiny tiny bit of it.
This should be impossible!
His method is the attack method of the God of Transformation, these are just ordinary people or warrior-level attacks that cannot have the slightest impact on him.
Just as the breeze cannot cause damage to the steel, no matter how much breeze blows.
But the fact is that he was broken by the attack of a group of ordinary people and warriors.
"For the glory of the Lord!"
The huge casualties did not make the actions of these storm angels hesitate at all, and they pushed forward more frantically, launching their own attacks before dying.
The blood-colored sword peak vibrated, and endless blood-colored sword aura erupted outwards. Each sword aura could pierce hundreds of angels and clear the surrounding sea of ​​people.
In the end, the Scarlet Mountain that had erupted a dozen times in succession was finally submerged by the storm angel's ocean. Although the sword light was brilliant, it could not penetrate the crowd.
Within a short breath, the towering, steep, icy, sharp Scarlet Sword Peak had been eaten away.
This was originally used for temptation, and it was enough to compare an attack with a normal strike of a cultivator of the Hua Shen stage.
But he didn't even see the face of the of storm, not in the hands of a group of warriors and mortals.
"charge!"
"Kill the heretics!"
The storm angel ocean who died a lot but couldn't see any changes shouted frenzied slogans to kill Zhao Shi in the sky, neatly armored, spear sharp, and orderly.
Not just the ground where the battle has ended.
The sky, the ocean, and the holy light of the storm surrounding the void that Zhao Shi had set up, spotted a fanatical angel of the storm, surrounding him.