For a moment, blood splattered.

However, although the enemy troops who were slaughtered were weak, they tried their best at this time. They could not take up their weapons, so they used their hands, feet and teeth to rush and beat them.

However, the absolute huge gap cannot be compensated by will alone, and there is no suspense in the war.

"Boom" Earl Dysonlin is fighting to the death, and a fireball hit him.

Suddenly, he exploded five meters away and fell heavily to the ground, blood splattering and his eyes were confused.

"No, I can't die, I can't die!"

Although he was shouting, he took this opportunity to stab in more than ten spears and swords. His whole body trembled and struggled for a while, and finally stopped moving.

"The Earl of Dysonlin is dead, and the surrendered ones will not be killed!" At this time, someone shouted without hesitation.

The soldiers who were fighting hard heard the call, and at first glance, their morale collapsed.

After a moment, the fog did not become thinner with the arrival of the sun, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

Looming, moaning softly.

The enemy wounded, who were not seriously injured, were deprived of their weapons and knelt on the ground.

The seriously injured enemy soldiers have only one chance.

"Would you swear to serve the great God of Romon?" asked the pastor.

A seriously injured soldier spat, and the soldier swung his sword and slashed his sword. His head flew out immediately, making a muffled sound of cutting.

If you swear, the pastor will treat it.

On the plain, blood and corpses are everywhere.

Bishop Kanrongpa knelt on the ground and prayed. The sound of footsteps made him raise his head, and it was Haboba.

"The situation is good. We have very few casualties. The enemy has 2,500 people, and about 2,000 prisoners. Thanks to the dragon's dragon's might, you said, can the dragon defeat the pseudo-god?"

"It's very difficult. It has a city and a power of faith, so it can't be defeated!"

"Well, we now?"

"Tak all these prisoners of war to the temple in our city, where even if they have the power of faith, it will weaken, and the temple will isolate some of the faith."

"Yeah, this is a good method."

"Also, the main force of this territory has been consumed, and the count is dead. We can occupy all the villages outside the city, hold forced prayer rituals, kneel down to worship my Lord, spit on the old god, and kill the tough ones on the spot."

"This kind of forced forwarding letter is not very effective, right?" Ha Boba asked with a frown.

"It's not a big deal, but it's a devastating blow to the original faith. Even if they spit on the old gods under their power, they surrendered, and the original faith collapsed."

"In this way, the faith power received by this false god will be greatly reduced, and then it will not be too late to attack again." Bishop Kanrongpa smiled and said, "How long do you think it will take to occupy all the villages?"

"Dysonlin Collar is not big, it can be completed within a week."

"I understand. When Lord Giant Dragon comes back, we will supervise the false god and restrain his actions. The rest is our business."

At this moment, a dragon roared in the distance, and the somewhat embarrassed sea thorn dragon Elno flew over.

Last time, it was a virtual kingdom of gods with an elf palace. Now, although it has eaten a divine person and its power has increased greatly, it still fails to face the enemy's home court.
Chapter completed!