Cthulhu Gonfalon

"After today, I don't know how many corpses to add, how many bones..." Orian Golteng looked at the lush forests around her, but her mood was a bit low.

In terms of personal feelings, she does not want to fight this. The world is very big, there are many places to teach, and preaching is a long-term thing. There is no need to fight for a moment, and there is no need to compete for this.

But she also knows that the teacher's decision is correct.

Nowadays, the missionary, for the **** of teacher knowledge, is indeed a good thing to lose, but for the **** of the aristocracy, it is the best opportunity for him to attack powerful power. If He rushes to a powerful power through this opportunity, when the two gods confront each other in the future, they will inevitably suffer big losses.

Therefore, even if it is only to weaken the enemy to protect itself, it is necessary to block the **** of the nobility and prevent him from succeeding.

Although it is necessary to fight for this, dead, and make a huge loss, but it is all worth it!

People can't just look at their eyes, they have to look far away...

So she just sighed, and she packed her mind and told the members to set aside their positions, lay out their positions, and prepare for a hard fight.

Today, she brings the elite of the Church of Knowledge, and even the noisy people are not ordinary people. With one order, everyone is busy. It was only a moment of work, and a large piece of wood around it had been cut down and the ground was leveled. Some of the roots of the tree were dug up, and some were used as the base point for setting up the magical array, engraving the runes and refining them into temporary implements.

The so-called people are crowded, there are more people, and the efficiency of work is naturally higher.

These kinds of work are all necessary. The war in the church battle is very special. It is different from the small-scale melee that the adventurers catch and kill, and the cold and fierce large-scale battles of the soldiers. Most of their battles depend on their respective positions of divine power. With the help of divine means.

In particular, the high-end force of the Church of Knowledge is indeed inferior to that of the other side, so it pays more attention to the construction of the position. Only by constructing a perfect position and summoning a powerful **** to make up for the gap in force and victory.

On the other hand, the style of the aristocratic church is completely different from the church of knowledge. They are also constructing positions, but they directly burn a large forest with magical flames, and then paint a magical rune. The slate, and then use a piece of pre-prepared implement to lay out the position, which is not only faster, but also better - of course, the cost is higher.

To say money, the Church of Knowledge God certainly has money, but the “cost” does not only include money, but the instruments that can be used to quickly build a position of power, even if it does not consider cost, it takes a lot of time to make it. However, from the founding of the Church of Knowledge to the present, it has only been a few decades old. Where is this accumulation?

In the final analysis, there are still insufficient staff.

"The spy returns, saying that the opposite is leveling the ground and arranging the position." A tall and thin old man said with a smile, "The ridiculous thing is that they have left a lot of roots and carved runes on the roots as nodes of the position."

"Haha! This is too bad!" A burly big man laughed. "The roots are not strong. When the two sides collide with each other, they will be broken in a few moments."

"Don't ask too much for the younger generations. They are still the older ones without your grandchildren." A woman dressed in luxurious, seemingly sad, smiled slightly, but her smile was full of sorrow.

Each of them is one of the nine legendary powerhouses of the aristocratic gods. Because they are good at attacking, or very fast, or are good at space spells, they are ranked in the front line. For the sake of nature, it is first and foremost, and even if the situation is slightly unfavorable, they can move forward and retreat without being easily killed.

"In the church of the **** of knowledge, there is only one legendary powerhouse on the bright side." Behind the position of the Church of the Aristocratic God, among the six legendary powers who are negotiating, the woman wearing a purple robes and a silver crown Said faintly, "But we can't help but defend against the legendary strongman of the Void Mask Church."

"That can be a bad rule!" An old man who was almost as fast as a corpse used a cane to slam the ground. He suddenly made the solid slate torn apart. Obviously, his old temper was big, and he was old and strong.

A laughing young man next to him hurriedly shot, the green light flashed, the slate was again overlapped, and the eye was restored to its original state. And another middle-aged person who is a plain-hearted student is persuading the old man to dissipate his anger and not to be acquainted with those who are rough.

The three seem to be three generations. In fact, they are the same age figures, and the age difference is no more than one hundred years old. It’s just that the appearance looks like a young man’s attention to face care, and that a few corpses are deliberately old, and there is such a big difference in appearance.

The three in front, the three of them, the great sacrifice of the church of the aristocratic gods, together with the two similar appearances, a sturdy man with a heavy armor, this is the legend of the famous aristocratic church. Strong.

The gods of the nobility soon closed the gods, and it has only been less than three hundred years. Only four of the nine legendary powerhouses are the talents recruited or cultivated after he was sealed. The other five are famous masters. Later Invest in His Majesty. In particular, the old, middle, and young people are the three famous masters of the past. In those days, because they had contradictions with the Great Sacrificial Offering, they were treated coldly by the Great Lord's Sacrifice for hundreds of years. They were not worried. Later, the gods of the nobles assassinated the **** of the kingdom and stood on their own feet. They were the first to invest in the aristocratic gods and were greatly reused.

In general, no matter what the battle, it is enough to send them three. This time, the Church of the Aristocrats sent the nine masters together to ensure victory and to take advantage of this opportunity to stand up and let each church look at its own strength.

It is also interesting to say, and the other side of the Church of Knowledge God thinks so.

The smog on the newly built Divine Position is a smattering of various reconnaissance methods to cover up the scene in the center of the position.

In the center of the position, an altar with about four or five people standing has been set up. The priests are dividing the gems, coins, steel and biological materials into four piles, which are neatly stacked on the altar.

"Ms., are we having too much money?" A high-ranking priest looked at the four small piles on the altar. He couldn’t help but feel a little distressed. "It’s used so much at once... I’m afraid There are tens of thousands of gold coins."

"Money is not a problem," Orion said quietly. "What we are dealing with this time is the enemy with nine legendary powers. If you don't summon a powerful god, you will lose. No amount of money, too much for the dead. It's useless."

"But... don't spend so much at once. I remember that each one only needs 30 units, so you can summon a **** to come..."

"Does that kind of **** help you?" Orion asked.

The pastor was silent, he said, "Well, you can also display the power of close to high level..."

"But it only takes a few seconds." Orion said, "The gods, in this level of battle, can't help."

"Well, if you hit a big deal, you will summon a great one..."

Orion couldn't help but smile: "Thirty units of each resource, I want to summon a powerful elite god.... Old Josda, I don't think your face is particularly white. How do you look at your character? So confident?"

The pastor also knew that his statement was very unreliable, could not help but look old and closed his mouth.