Terrifying magic! Catch them all!

"What is this?"

"Glowing rain?"

"This is the first time I have seen such rain!"

"so beautiful!"

More than a thousand grayland dwarves in the tribe were all stunned by the scene in front of them.

Endless rain of light enveloped the entire tribe.

The divine radiance poured over the world.

This was the first time in their lifetime that they saw such a beautiful scene.

There are many gray dwarves who can't help but want to reach out and touch the falling rain of light...

However, if something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

The old patriarch of the tribe immediately shouted: "Listen, everyone, cover your body with the things around you as much as possible, don't be contaminated by the light rain, let alone touch it!"

The old patriarch and a group of strong tribesmen are the most sober.

They were also the first to act.

Release the magic power in the body to condense a shield, covering his body.

However, this doesn't seem to work at all.

Those falling light rains, like illusory phantoms, directly passed through their magic shields, and even passed through the armor on their bodies, entering their bodies.

With the integration of light and rain~

A group of strong gray dwarves suddenly felt as if their souls had been washed.

Body, mind, a burst of comfort.

"What kind of power is this?"

"Not only did it not hurt me at all, but it made me feel very comfortable."

"I was very nervous just now, but now I am very relaxed, as if all my troubles and negative emotions have disappeared."

"I heard the call of the gods!"

"me too."

"There are still countless holy voices ringing in my ears..."

"I see, I was wrong!!"

"I am a sinful grayland dwarf. I should not bully the clansmen of the tribe, and I should not frame Ruburt in order to improve my status in the tribe..."

"God, please forgive my past mistakes!"

"I pray for holiness and light, for the supreme Lord, and for my soul to be saved!"

By the side of the old patriarch of the tribe~

One by one, the strong men of the tribe began to cry bitterly.

They even threw away the weapons in their hands, prostrated themselves on the ground and kowtowed frantically.

More than half of the tribal powerhouses are repenting.

This strange scene made the old patriarch and several Grayland dwarves who had reached the eighth level so frightened that they broke out in a cold sweat.

What scares them the most is...

It's not just these sixth- and seventh-level tribal elites.

None of the clansmen with lower ranks could stay awake.

At a glance, the dense gray dwarves threw away their weapons and equipment, and all knelt down on the ground.

There are more than a thousand grayland dwarves in the tribe.

None were spared.

All are confessing their sins.

He kept asking for forgiveness from the Lord of Holy Light.

For the old patriarch and others, such a scene is even more terrifying than meeting the devil in the dark world.

"Damn it!"

"Get up! Get up all of them!"

"This is sorcery! It's the bewitchment of the evil god!"

The old patriarch screamed in horror, while kicking down the nearby tribal elites who were kneeling on the ground.

He tried to use this method to make the tribe members regain their sobriety.

However, this approach doesn't work at all.

He saw with his own eyes that those tribal elites who had been kicked to the ground by him got up again, continued to kneel down, and continued to pray to the evil Lord of Light.

There was no expression of pain on their faces.

Some are just as devout as believers.

"It's over!"

"It's all over!"

"The tribe has already been defeated before the war begins!"

The old patriarch's face was dull, and he fell into deep despair.

Because at this moment~

Only four of them are sober in the whole tribe.

One is him.

Three are the eighth-level powerhouses of the tribe.

As for the other clansmen, they were all captured by the belief of the evil god.

An eighth-level Grayland dwarf asked tremblingly, "Master Patriarch, what should we do now?"

"I feel like I can't hold it anymore!"

"The belief of the evil god is too terrifying, and my will is constantly being destroyed!"

"Master Patriarch, now only you can save the tribe!"

The other two eighth-level gray dwarves also spoke one after another.

The old patriarch turned his head to look at them, and saw that the three of them were trembling, their faces were pale, and their expressions were filled with endless fear and despair.

He wanted to cheer up morale, but he couldn't say a word.

Before the war started, he felt that he was very good.

Now, he is also a panicked group.

After all, before the horn of war officially sounded, their tribe lost 99% of their combat power.

There are more than a thousand tribesmen, and only four of them are still holding on.

Not to mention, the number of enemies is as many as several hundred.

Wheel battles are enough to tear them to pieces.

The old patriarch smiled bitterly and said, "I can't even save myself now, how can I save the tribe?"

An eighth-level gray dwarf hurriedly said: "Master Patriarch, you must not lose your faith! If even you give up, then our tribe will be completely finished!"

"Don't worry, I won't give up!"

"Even if there is no hope, I will fight until the last moment!"

The old patriarch pulled out the long sword on his back, looked up at the four-winged archangel Elena standing high in the sky, and the hundreds of angels that were approaching.

He now understands why the goblin tribe was captured in a short period of time.

The faith of the evil god broke the will of the goblin tribe.

How long can the few remaining goblins resist?

The current grayland dwarf tribe is suffering the same treatment as the goblin tribe.

"Believers of evil gods!"

"In this world, there is no breeding ground for belief!"

The old patriarch held a long sword in one hand, stared at Elena angrily, and said like a curse: "One day, your Lord of the Holy Light will be surrounded by our native intelligent race!"

"Heretics who blaspheme our Lord are not worthy of mercy!"

The four-winged Archangel Elena's soft cheeks were full of indifference.

She waved the staff in her hand and sprinkled a bright holy light.

Immediately, the more than a thousand gray dwarves stopped praying one after another.

Afterwards, they stood up in unison again, and quickly moved away from the old patriarch of the tribe.

in the blink of an eye...

Only the old patriarch and the three eighth-level gray dwarves around him were left on the square.

When looking at them, the grayland dwarves of the tribe even showed strong hostility, because they felt that the old people were too stubborn and stubborn.

What's wrong with believing in the Lord of the Holy Light?

Their native intelligent race, the pursuit itself is eternal life.

And as long as they believe in the Lord of the Holy Light, they will immediately be able to obtain eternal life at the soul level. Even after death, the soul can return to the God Realm of the Lord of Light and exist forever.

Isn't this what they are after?

Moreover, under the protection of the Lord of the Holy Light, the grayland dwarves can still go to glory.

The old patriarchs should have absolutely no reason to refuse!

"Evil gods should be destroyed!"

See the hostile eyes of the tribal people.

The old man was so angry that tears were about to flow out, and at the same time, his heart became more and more angry.

Because in his opinion, the reason why the evil Lord of Light spreads the faith is to enslave their people.

Now, the evil god has done it.

Therefore, the evil god must die! !

The old patriarch could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and rushed towards the four-winged archangel Elena with a roar.

Although he does not have the ability to fly, he is not helpless.

I saw him frantically slashing the long sword in his hand, and in an instant, beams of sword light that were tens of meters long shot out.

The sword light was bright, cutting through the air.

Straightly cut towards Elena standing in mid-air.