The city of Yurik is built on the hillside of a towering mountain peak, overlooking the crater of an extinct volcano. This mountain and this volcano are caused by the battle between Hamanna and the former "Rajat fighter" Melan. Hamanna built his castle at the highest position and deliberately used eight side-by-side towers to make the castle look like a throne. He was on the throne, looking at his territory with satisfaction, enjoying the worship of all people.

Each witch king has his own way of rule. Karak relies on the loyal and efficient Templars, while Hamanna claims to be a servant of the true god, a natural ruler and teacher, and is given a throne by the gods. Unlike the Thiel Templars who use more magic and spiritual powers, the Yurik city-state is more of the priests who use elemental magic. Hamanna manages the entrances and exits to the elemental plane, and these priests can only display their divine power by giving piety to him. Therefore, on the surface, Hamanna seems to have the ability to give divine magic.

Zhao Mai has been a god of Arda and Graleon, and can see through the tricks in it at a glance. God is also of different levels. Those gods who rely on believers to maintain their strength, to put it bluntly, are too far from the rules of the world and cannot complete the fusion. And Harmanna is even more so, although there are believers, he will not gain power from the prayers of believers. It is said that God is not qualified at all, and it is appropriate to add a stick.

Atas did not have a true god, so he let these charlatans take advantage of the loopholes. In order to establish a stable rule, in addition to cheating, they naturally need to kill. Those who disobey, those who make mistakes will be killed. When they are safe and sound, they will still kill them to warn the monkey. In the crater, countless skeletons and skeletons piled into sharp mountains, silently telling the power and cruelty of the rulers here.

Meat and blood are precious, of course not to be wasted. The terrible city of Urik is an efficient slaughterhouse, prey, livestock, old and wrong slaves, hanging equally on stone hooks, waiting to be dismembered. Those who are dead naturally remain motionless, and they are still alive and dare not even moan, let alone struggle. They have been instilled with a thought since they were young: those who make trouble will suffer longer and more cruel torture, and are more terrible than death.

"Praise the great power of God, your fire of life is ignited by God. You are born and have your own consciousness by relying on the blessing of God. Therefore you belong to God, both your body and soul. In this life, you will give your labor, loyalty and flesh, and the soul will receive rest and reward from God." From the foot of the mountain, Pastor Yurik was preaching these things, repeating them over and over again, and lies will become "truth". "God's thoughts are too profound and mortals cannot directly contact them. Only by relying on the loyal and wise King of Hamanna, can we understand it if it is. Obedience brings peace, sacrifices for pleasure, and the sufferings of the present are the blessings of the future..."

"the·che" turned into a track cart pulled by a round-shell beetle. Zhao Mai was the driver. The preaching of these pastors, with the power of delusion, kept drilling into other people's ears. Zhao Mai waved his hand, used his spiritual power to support a filtering barrier, and organized them to influence his companions. "Remember, if you say good to you, kill you and enjoy your flesh and blood, all such guys are liars and bastards."

"We know, you don't need to say it." Tyrion covered his nose with a handkerchief, but the smell of death and pain still dripped into his nose. "Boss, have you seen enough? If we want to hit us, we can at least close the car, and the air will be better. If we don't hit, how can we go?"

Xiaohua slapped Tyrion in the head: "You are just talking nonsense! Zhao Mai will know more information after watching for a while, and you will have greater grasp. What are you urging me to do!"

"Actually, the boss has made a decision in his heart. He either doesn't know or doesn't let it go." Tyrion pinched his nose and pointed at Zhao Mai and said, "Look at him, he has defined Harmanna as a liar and a bastard. The next step is to be a dead body."

Zhao Mai shook his head, jumped out of the coachman's position, and came to the carriage position. "I came to you not to ask you to analyze me. Now that I see this city, what method do you think can reduce the harm caused by ordinary people?"

"Harmanna must die, and his priest regiment must be eliminated as much as possible. Then you have to send powerful troops and enough officials to maintain order in the city, and then you have to negotiate with the powers who have mastered local resources, so that the transition can be smooth." Tyrion blinked: "Unless you are willing to wait, you can't do anything behind it. According to my opinion, Hamanna is not a god, nor is you. It's better to believe in people's desire to survive and their own abilities. The current situation reminds me of the problem that Dogian gave me: an unmanned car, either ignore it and let it kill five people along the road, or turn it a corner and let it kill one person."

Zhao Mai blinked his eyes and asked with interest: "How do you choose?"

Tyrion snorted, "I will let it change direction. Moreover, since I have done this, I will do it thoroughly. Who put the car out and who sets this scene? I find out one by one, and not let go of anyone who should be beheaded, and who should be hung up. There are always causes and effects in this world. There are never any possibility of not happening. Only the completed past can condemn people. I am a small person, unable to save everyone, and cannot do all good, but I will never take the blame for others! There are injustices and debts. I was born a dwarf, but I was not a sinner."

Zhao Mai laughed and gave Tyrion a thumbs up. He then took out his cell phone and clicked twice, then restored the taxi and protected everyone. "Dogian, take good care of them, I'm going to fight."

"Come back if you win." Dogian smiled. Shatili instructed: "Don't go to places with a lot of people to fight. It's always good to die less poor slaves."

Zhao Mai looked at Xiaohua, "You have nothing to say?"

Xiaohua blinked her eyes and tried very hard to put a sentence in her words: "Be more handsome... Don't let the witch king run away, otherwise it will be very troublesome. Well, I'll just say that." Dogian pulled Xiaohua over and hugged her in his arms, and kept asking: "What's the concept of being handsome? What's the blushing! You are so cute!"

"Wang!" The reserved grain also joined in the fun and howled in front of Zhao Mai.

The car window rolled up and the whole car was closed. Although the indestructible attributes belonged to the advertising slogan, Zhao Mai spent a lot of money to repair the car, as long as the power of the rules and the will of the world is not involved, the car is actually quite strong. Besides, if the scale of the battle continues to escalate, the car can also drill underground and use the earth as a shield.

The deformed car attracted the attention of the preaching pastor. He shook his hand with the holy emblem composed of three "6" and walked towards Zhao Mai. "You are from God's mercy..."
Chapter completed!