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Chapter 100 Precious Blood Heals Wounds (please subscribe!)
In the end, the true god on the throne came down from the white clouds, an angel knelt down, a templar knight cleared the way, and slowly fell into the city of Ai Ya.

"From now on, this place is my palace on earth. Huo Wu is also my messenger. Seeing her is like seeing me."

The voice of the true god came mightily, but it was quietly mixed with the bewitching miracle of the angel's last tears, and the magical curse of the spiritual system.

Immediately, both the enemy army and the soldiers of Ai Yacheng dropped their armor and knelt down one after another, shouting the glory of the true god.

Countless soldiers who wished to die together just a moment ago are hugging each other and weeping like brothers.

And those magicians who believed in the true god of magic: Moro, became the most fanatical believers. They kowtowed every step and knelt every five steps towards Aiya City like a pilgrimage.

From the beginning to the end, they never thought of the goblin prince who had turned into smoke.

Huo Wu recognized the owner of this voice, and couldn't believe it even more.

They had only been separated for a few days, but wasn't he still seriously injured and struggling to walk?
Why now, he has become a true god?
He killed God? !

From a distance, those who had been watching the battle on this side were silent, and finally took a look at the shrine that hadn't left for a long time, and left one after another.

It also took away a disappearance that was enough to shake the entire Middle-earth world.

The first time to kill God, it was a success!
It's a pity that it wasn't any one of their planners.

Huo Wu is worthy of being a hero who is still shining after ten years of big waves washing the sand. At this moment, she quickly regained her senses and arranged for all the surrendered soldiers present.

Ai Ya City was built on the edge of the cliff, facing the endless Kegel Plain, and backed by the largest river in the middle-earth world: the largest branch of the Qianxue River.

After crossing the river, it is the hometown of elves: the lost wilderness.

With such a terrain, it can be said that it is easy to advance and retreat, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and naturally it has become a battleground for military strategists.

Back then, Huo Wu was able to stand out from the crowd of heroes. On the one hand, she occupied Ai Yacheng because of her excellent skills. On the other hand, it was because of the Dragon Valley behind her. forces' support.

It's a pity that once the God Killing Plan was finalized, even the life of Dragon Nest became more and more difficult.

"Combine the infantry, break up and divide them into their own teams. Try to bring five recruits with two recruits!"

"Raise the wildfire horses together, and lead them to the grass in front of the river. Remember to raise them loosely!"

"Calling out all the light and plant magicians, giving priority to treating the seriously injured, and asking the herbal doctors in the city to help!"

"Fire and water magicians clean the battlefield so that no plague can breed. Don't bury the corpses in the ground. Burn them uniformly and let them return to the embrace of the true God Moro!"

……

Orders came out of Huo Wu's mouth in an orderly manner. Even though she was seriously injured, she was still on the front line.

Of course, it is the wisest choice for the prince and city lord to make good use of it.Many think tank talents who had not been seen during the war just now appeared one after another at this moment, riding on the saddle for the fire dance, wishing for the heavens to learn from them.

Because, in the depths of Ai Ya City, on the palace of the Fire Dance Queen, divine lights shone, auspicious clouds billowed, and a true god stood majestically and proudly.

The sky is getting darker, the stars are dotted with stars, and the two planets shake off like water and night lights, slowly hanging on the branches.

The scorching heat after the war disappeared with the night, and the noise of human voices also fell with the sound of closing doors.

Only then did Huo Wu get out of the flurry, rubbed her sore head, and took the refreshing holy rum from someone.

This person had a flattering face, seeing the tired look on Huo Wu's face, he repeatedly called out a magician: "Hurry up, hurry up! Treat Her Lady Queen's injury, you idiot!"

Huo Wu looked at the magician's vain steps, his face turned pale, and the source of elements in his body was obviously exhausted.

Huo Wu shook her head: "No need, you guys go to rest and remind the vigil not to take it lightly."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The two nodded one after another, and then Huo Wu raised some strength and walked towards her palace.

I saw that on the palace, that divine light was still shining brightly, and could be seen from a distance, even the Betelgeuse Galaxy in the sky felt ashamed.

Huo Wu had just entered the palace, and saw a healing-type forbidden spell bless her body.

Immediately, the scars on Huo Wu's body quickly scabbed and fell off, and the skin was smooth and flawless, just like a baby.

The broken internal organs in her body improved even in an instant, Huo Wu shook hands lightly, and felt that she was at ease and her strength had returned to its peak.

"You came……"

A familiar voice came, and before Huo Wu could answer, the divine light on the palace suddenly faded, and the proud true god who had been isolated in the air also fell from the air.

Huo Wu's heart sank, she thought of a terrible idea, and caught Sikong who fell from the sky.

"Um?!"

Unexpectedly, it was precisely because of Shenguang's absence that the moment Sikong fell, a series of unfathomable breaths rose from outside Ai Ya City, among them, there were many strong men who were even afraid of Huo Wu.

Huo Wu snorted angrily, and his unstoppable luck exploded. The long-accomplished Martial Skill Huang Qi Wutong swelled his lungs and spirits, and shouted loudly: "The true god is sleeping in Ai Ya, how dare you offend him!"

The sound was so loud that it startled the flying birds and shattered the night. In the barracks and castles, countless soldiers immediately woke up and yelled in response: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Their power is overwhelming and disrespectful to ghosts and gods. They are soldiers, soldiers who dare to use their blood to water their military souls!

Any heretic who dares to blaspheme the true God will be hunted down by them like a stone or a stone!

Slowly, those auras that coveted Ai Yacheng in the dark chose to recede after staying for a long time.

"Ugh……"

Can't hear clearly, sighs vaguely in the night came, these people knew that from now on, this Ai Ya City might not be so easy to capture.

A person who was suspected to be a true god settled in before, and later the remaining soldiers of the Goblin Prince took refuge. Aiya City's strength suddenly grew to an unprecedented level.

It became the hardest blocking stone in the next step of God Killing's plan.

would break their teeth.

Huo Wu's aura seemed to take over the light of the true god, covering Ai Ya City all the time, warning those who were eyeing it.

It wasn't until those people retreated that Huo Wu noticed the distress of the person in his embrace.

Both the holy sword and the thorny staff could not hold it, and fell aside.

The hands hang down weakly, the bloodless face is covered with dead gray, the skin is even chapped, but no blood flows out.

It was as if Sikong had drained all his blood.

Only the faint heartbeat that Huo Wu could feel proved that Sikong was not dead.

But he is not far from death.

Huo Wu didn't dare to let go of Sikong, she was afraid that any slight bump would stop her weak heartbeat.

She was afraid that her first real friend would die like this.

But just when Huo Wu was frightened, and Gao Helong's magician cast the life-forbidden spell, Sikong in her arms suddenly mutated.

Blood-colored silk came out suddenly, and wrapped Sikong in it in the blink of an eye, forming a silkworm chrysalis.

Huo Wu let go subconsciously, and saw the silkworm chrysalis floating in the air, ups and downs.

Then, the thin blood flowed through the silk and flowed into the depths of the silkworm chrysalis.

'Boom boom boom...'

Then, a clear heartbeat sounded like a drumbeat, echoing in Ai Ya City.

Huo Wu looked at the silkworm chrysalis that seemed to be giving birth to life, but she didn't know that it was the magical effect of Christ's blood.

(End of this chapter)