Chapter 292 The God of the Earthly World

"Whose saints are you?"

Even when he was on the verge of death, Grand Duke Gao Ertai still asked the imperial guards who pierced his body with a heavy sword.

He wanted to know who the god was who was willing to spend so much divine power to kill him. He could not accept that he was beaten to death by a group of dragon descendants who were not yet at their best.

His death was not because of the group of insects in front of him, but because a god maliciously targeted him. The god wanted him to die, so he died here today in such a miserable way, without even a chance to escape.

"We are the imperial guards loyal to His Majesty the Holy Dragon!"

This was the last answer Grand Duke Gao Ertai heard before he died, and when he was still confused about which dragon god the Holy Dragon was, his head had been chopped off.

Rumble--

From the legend's cut neck, a fountain of blood gushed out hundreds of meters high, and the blood rushed straight to the sky. In an instant, the sky was dyed into a spectacular blood-red color, and the sky was full of red clouds.

This was the wonder left by the fall of a melee legend, which was both spectacular and sad. However, the imperial guards who had won this unprecedented victory were not moved, but collapsed on the ground one after another.

They were too tired. Although they had the blessing from the holy dragon in their bodies, endless power continued to flow in, and no matter how much they consumed, they could quickly make up.

But the test of their mental will was too great. They died again and again, and resurrected again and again, to attack the enemy who seemed to be unchallengeable.

Until the legend was beheaded, the average number of deaths of their fifty-one imperial guards had exceeded five times, and the imperial guard with the most deaths was killed nine times by the legend.

At this moment, the imperial guard was like a dead body, lying on the ground with his back, motionless, like an empty shell without a soul.

The golden light that was originally dazzling on these imperial guards, even in the daytime, has dissipated, and they have returned to their original posture. That is why they are now more depressed than one another.

"Are you all right?"

At this moment, the master and apprentice who had witnessed history in the distance came over, and their faces were full of shock and admiration.

However, their amazement focused on different things. Rand was amazed that these warriors who claimed to be the imperial guards under the command of the Holy Dragon were so brave that they beat a legend to death without letting him escape.

He saw with his own eyes that the legendary duke realized that the group of warriors in front of him were not only unkillable, but also increasingly threatening, and the situation was already very unfavorable.

The legend tried to escape, but failed. Instead, his perception was disturbed, and the space seemed to be imprisoned. He tried to escape several times, but failed.

As for Iliad, he was amazed at the power his father possessed. Compared to his teacher who still couldn't figure it out and was even more confused, Iliad knew very well that the group of warriors in front of him were definitely sent by his father.

The reason why they could burst out with such divine power on the battlefield was inseparable from his father.

Iliad had no doubt that his father had the power to easily crush an ordinary legend, but being able to make a group of dragon descendants who were only at the level of Shining Gold kill a legend,

this was enough to prove that the power his father possessed was simply the god of the world.

This was something that only gods could do. What demigods, what ascensions, and dragons of the gods could not do similar things, not even half of the effect.

"Your Highness... We are fine."

A guard saw the son of the Holy Dragon who came to comfort him and was about to call him, but after realizing that it was inappropriate, he quickly changed his words and answered.

However, more guards were still lying on the ground, just like corpses, staring at the sky with empty eyes, motionless, as if they had lost all perception of the outside world.

"Are you really okay?"

Iliad's eyes showed worry, although the group of warriors in front of him looked intact, and even their armor did not have any extra marks because of the war.

But from the reactions of the group of warriors in front of him, it can be seen that continuous resurrection in a short period of time is not a good thing, and there are still unknown sequelae.

Buzz~

Just when the Son of the Holy Dragon was worried about the state of many imperial guards, the space in front of him was like the surface of the water, rippling circles of ripples, and then a space corridor opened very smoothly.

A group of figures in white robes came out of the space corridor one after another, and the simple golden dragon emblem on their white robes clearly showed their identities. They were spellcasters from the Holy Land of Mages in Elishim City.

The arrival of this group of spellcasters caused the group of guards who seemed to have lost their souls and had become emotionally numb due to constant resurrection to react. Even the guard who had resurrected the most times turned his head slightly and looked at them, but that was all, without any more unnecessary movements.

"Are they all warriors of Holy Dragon Noah?"

Rand, who was originally confused about the identities of the warriors in front of him, now swept through some of the haze in front of him. There was only one Holy Dragon he knew, and there was no Dragon God in the world who also had the title of Holy Dragon.

"Yes, they are all loyal warriors serving His Majesty the Holy Dragon."

Compared to the Imperial Guards who were unwilling to move and had lost the ability to communicate, the warlock who was responsible for receiving them was obviously much more amiable.

"The Holy Dragon is..."

Rand hesitated for a while, but finally chose not to continue asking. With his current status and power, knowing too much is obviously not a good thing.

"Mr. Holy Knight, no matter what you saw today, please keep it confidential and don't disclose it to the outside world."

"Of course, I won't tell you."

Rand promised, knowing how shocking the scene he saw was. Compared with the big demon who was beaten to death, the legend in front of him with his head and body cut into two was even more outrageous. This was no longer a challenge to human values, but simply to shatter people's worldview.

"Besides, even if I tell it, I'm afraid no one will believe it."

"Whether others believe it or not is one thing, but there are some things that we should try to keep secret before His Majesty the Holy Dragon is not ready to announce it."

"I understand."

Rand nodded, watching the group of warlocks from the Holy Dragon City in front of him, moving the imperial guards who had lost their basic mobility one by one.

"They don't want this legendary corpse?"

When the space corridor was closed again, the mages from the Holy Dragon Land and the legions that were so fierce that they could kill even legends had disappeared, leaving only a mess of land and a legendary corpse lying in the wilderness.

Rand stared at his students with wide eyes, and his expression was particularly wonderful. He didn't expect that the mages in the Holy City could be so arrogant that they could disdain the corpse of a legend and just take away the storage equipment of the legendary Grand Duke.

"Since they don't want them anymore, does that mean the remaining ones are ownerless? We should be able to pick them up, right?"

The experienced paladin has not made any move yet. As his student, Iliad, who has not yet been recognized by the Holy Light, is eager to try.

Although traveling with the paladin can really broaden your horizons and enrich your knowledge, it is not a bit of a lie to have experienced the wind, frost, rain and dew, and the conditions are bitter and cold.

The noble son of the Holy Dragon has deeply understood how the word poverty is written in the past ten years, and has learned to be frugal.

"Maybe."

Rand nodded hesitantly. The moral bottom line of the paladin is really too high, so Rand feels a little embarrassed, but just as he finished speaking, Iliad cheered and ran to touch the corpse.

Not to mention the master and apprentice who were happily picking up corpses, at this moment in the city of Elishim, the atmosphere in the testing center in the Mage City was solemn. The mages coming and going were all in a hurry, and everyone had a lingering cloud on their faces. Some of the irritable ones even roared on the spot.

"This is a problem of the soul. How can we deal with it?"

"What's the difference between these guys and the walking dead now?"

"We don't even understand our own souls, how can we treat their souls?"

"Who did this? How did they torture them like this?"

"They are warriors, not consumables, and even less cannon fodder!"

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Facing the increasingly enthusiastic group of mages, the general manager of the project calmed all the commotion with just one sentence,

"They were ordered by His Majesty the Holy Dragon to carry out a difficult mission! They successfully surrounded and killed a legend!"

Compared with the results of hunting legends, the mere Balor demon is not worth mentioning, and even using it as an embellishment feels cheap.

"I'm asking you to check, not to find out their current soul problems, that's naturally for others to do. What you need to check is the changes in their bodies. I'll remind you that most of them have been resurrected five times."

The inspection center, which had been silent for a moment because of the name of the Holy Dragon, began to boil again, and when the warlocks excitedly checked the differences between this group of imperial guards who had been resurrected many times and before.

At the top of the Mage City, Noah asked his adoptive mother who had profound attainments in the soul,

"Aunt, can you tell what's wrong with these warriors of mine?"

If we talk about which forces in this world know the soul best and have the highest utilization rate of the soul, the first choice is the abyss and hell, and a legendary mage who can go to hell anytime and anywhere is obviously the best choice to ask about the soul field.

"How did they become like this? Don't you have any idea in your mind? Why are you asking me?"

Selena rolled her eyes at Noah.

"Can they recover?"

Noah asked the question he was most concerned about. The power of faith is a power that is almost omnipotent, but it is only almost. There are still things it cannot do. Perhaps it is because he does not understand and utilize the power of faith enough.

"There is basically no problem with their souls. The main reason is that you made them bear too much power that they should not accept in a short period of time, which made them lose their emotions.

Time should be able to heal them, but perhaps they will become another completely different appearance from before."

"What appearance?"

"Of course it belongs to your saints!"

Selena stared at Noah and said word by word.

"What saint? Auntie, don't talk nonsense. I don't have any plan to be deified."

"You didn't lie, but your claim is completely opposite to what you are doing."

"It was just a misunderstanding. I just happened to find a way to harness the power of faith."

Noah explained helplessly.

"Then, I would like to ask, Your Majesty the Holy Dragon, can you teach me this method?"

"I can't teach it."

Noah has not yet understood the composition of the spirit spirit, because it is directly engraved on the dragon soul, and it is known that the spirit spirit can be passed on.

The dependents who can obtain the True Blood inheritance have a probability of inheriting at least one Word Spirit from him. As for his descendants, they will definitely be able to inherit more Word Spirits from him. As for the number, Noah does not know yet.

"Haha, so what are you still hiding? Why don't you be more frank?"

"I don't want to be the Dragon God."

"Yeah, I understand."

Serena responded nonchalantly, just thinking that the dragon in front of her was being harsh.

According to her secret observation, some of this guy's behaviors were already more exaggerated than those of demigods and deities. It's no wonder that a true god would come down to find him.

"..."

Seeing that his adoptive mother who brought him up no longer trusted him, Noah couldn't help but fell silent, and then began to reflect, does he really behave like a divine dragon now?

However, this kind of irrelevant thinking was quickly forgotten by Noah, because these forbidden troops were just like what his adoptive mother said. With the passage of time, they regained their perception of the outside world and were shielded. Emotions also gradually return.

During this process, the unhuman warlocks once again performed more surgical transformations on these forbidden soldiers, because they found that due to certain special influences, the bodies of these forbidden soldiers were generally strengthened and could withstand more Intense program.

When the warlocks began to transform the bodies of the Forbidden Army, the wizards in charge of equipment began to adjust the weapons used by the Forbidden Army.

"Your Majesty the Holy Dragon, in the west of the mainland, there is a mechanical city built by the goblins. There are many very interesting magical mechanical creations there, which can make the weak green skins burst out with amazing destructive power. "

After Noah's successive objections, a mage finally made a very constructive proposal to Noah.

"Those dwarf and ugly greenskins have wild imaginations. They may be able to bring you some surprises for Your Majesty. I am willing to recruit them for Your Majesty."