Give Me the Name of God

Grand Duke Bayev sat in the hall and kept trembling. He thought that Sumakov would be defeated. After all, his opponent was the incredibly powerful Baikuga.

But he didn't expect that Sumakov would die in battle. Bayev was on the top of the city at that time. Every soldier on the top of the city heard Sumakov's miserable cry before his death. At that moment, Bayev The Grand Duke and his soldiers trembled together.

The two fourth-level guards were dead, leaving four third-level guards standing tremblingly beside Bayev. If Bayev hadn't captured their wives and children, they would have escaped long ago.

But can they really stop Mengda Baikuga?

Not to mention the possibility of Mengda sneaking into his castle, even if Mengda led his soldiers to attack the city, Bayev had no way to resist it. The previous wars had been defeated one after another, and almost the entire army was wiped out in every battle. The remaining soldiers were originally Not much, after experiencing the scene just now, the soldiers guarding the city had completely lost their fighting spirit.

A guard came in a hurry and brought bad news to Bayev. His fifth son and eighth son had arrived at the castle, but the fourth and sixth sons were missing.

Counting Aikewen who was captured alive, he lost a total of four sons. If these two sons were to make mistakes again, it would mean that he would only have two sons left.

He hurriedly sent people to search, although even he himself felt it was a bit unnecessary. He knew that the chance of survival of these two sons was extremely low. Sure enough, before dawn, Manda and Ashuraf sent his two sons over.

A piece of skull fell under the black mist, which was his son's bodyguard.

Behind the skull are two human heads. The workmanship is neat and the faces are peaceful. They are the two sons of the Grand Duke. Manda did it himself, which is a sign of respect for the Grand Duke.

There are two hundred archers in the hall, four third-level guards, thirteen second-level and twenty-one first-level guards. Such a lineup is absolutely gorgeous in the Bayer Kingdom, but Manda and Ashuraf Just floating in the air, looking down at the Grand Duke with a relaxed smile.

"Fight! Fight with them! Fight with them!"

Inspired by the Grand Duke, a third-level Apollo believer shot an arrow at Manda, and all the archers fired arrows at Manda.

Out of politeness, Manda wanted to dodge symbolically, but Ashuraf took the lead and sucked all the flying arrows into the black mist.

When the arrows in the archers' quivers were all gone, Ashuraf circled around the ceiling and returned all the arrowheads to them.

The arrows that rained down did not have much power, and only some soldiers were injured. Manda prepared to launch a whirlwind and then ask Ashuraf to finish them off, but unexpectedly everyone in the hall ran away, including the Grand Duke's two sons.

They collapsed, suddenly and completely. Both believers and soldiers completely lost the courage to fight when they saw the heads one after another.

But the Grand Duke did not collapse. He sat calmly on the throne in the hall, looking up at Manda.

The rain of arrows just now caused him to be injured, and the injury was not serious, leaving a large blood mark on his face.

But he didn't show any panic. When things got to this point, he seemed to have taken life and death lightly.

"Are you Mengda Baikuga?" Grand Duke Bayev could even squeeze out a smile, "Come down, let's have a good chat, and have a good chat in a way that suits our status."

Manda looked at Bayev's chest. After all, he was also a believer of Cleos, the god of celestial bodies.

His chest was flashing with golden light. Judging from the value, he was really a second-level player. I thought he was just bluffing.

This is a bit troublesome. The believers of the God of Celestial Bodies have never heard of it.

"Don't you dare to come?" Bayev spread his hands and said that he had no weapons. "I am just a second-level believer with bare hands. You two should be fifth-level believers, right? Maybe your level is higher. In your eyes, I'm no better than a blind duck, so why should I be afraid?"

Manda fell from the air and stood in front of Bayev: "If we could have had a chat like this earlier, you wouldn't have lost so much."

"No matter how powerful the enemy is, I must make due resistance. This is the most basic dignity of a noble." Bayev looked above his head. "Are your subordinates still flying above? If this is considered a dispute between nobles, Please give me the most basic respect during the conversation, my life is in your hands, there is no need to let a guy like the God of Death dangling above my head."

Manda raised his head and said to Ashuraf: "Come down."

Ashuraf glanced at Manda. He felt that doing so was a bit hasty, but after confirming Manda's eyes, he immediately returned to the ground and switched body forms.

No matter what you think, there can be no discounts on executing orders.

Bayev stood up and walked to Manda: "You are standing, and I am standing. We are equal. Now please tell me, what do you want from me? If you want to take away Ice Rock City, kill me. I mean, if you want to see my life worse than death, you have already killed five of my sons and kidnapped one of them. I don’t know how else you can torture me, and I don’t know how you can take advantage of me. What did you get?"

Manda said: "Actually, what I want is very simple, just two small things. The first thing is to stop taxing the servicemen."

Grand Justice Bayev said: "The sentinels are vassals of the Bayer Kingdom. King Bayer gave me the guardianship of the sentinels. It is my right to tax them, and it is also the responsibility entrusted to me by the kingdom."

Manda sighed softly: "I didn't expect that we couldn't even reach an agreement on such a small matter."

Grand Duke Bayev shook his head: "I just affirm the importance of this matter to me. I just want to tell you what I have lost. You are the winner of this war. You have the right to control everything. I agree to this matter." I will never go to a country that sends soldiers to collect taxes again."

"You may have misunderstood what I meant. I am not talking about not taxing the countries that send the soldiers. I mean not taxing the people who send the soldiers, regardless of whether they are in the countries where the soldiers are sent."

"What's the difference? The missionaries never leave their land."

"Now they have left. As you can see, there are many dispatchers under the city wall."

Bayev frowned and said: "What do you mean..."

"This is the second thing I need you to agree to. You have to allow the soldiers to enter Bingyan City, allow them to come here to exchange furs for food, and allow them to make a living here. If they can afford a house, you have to Allow them to make their home here.”

"If this is the case, is Ice Rock City still my territory?"

"This is a good thing that is mutually beneficial. The Bayer people can also find a living and make a home on the land of the sentient people."

"Who wants to go to that kind of ghost place?" Bayev's voice was a bit loud. Manda frowned slightly and showed a rather strange smile.

"It looks like we still can't come to an agreement."

Bayev took a deep breath, nodded and said: "I almost forgot, I have no choice, I agree."

"Very good!" Manda took out a piece of parchment from her arms, with the contract already written on it. "Write your name and leave your bloody fingerprints on it. This matter is over."

Bayev took the parchment, glanced at it briefly, immediately wrote down his name, and then pricked his finger with a quill, leaving a fingerprint.

Everything was going so smoothly, but when Bayev was about to hand the parchment to Manda, Manda smelled the breath of divine power.

He is gathering divine power and he wants to activate his skills.

Manda could kill him at any time, but he didn't do it. He wanted to see what the skills of the God of Celestial Bodies were. Even if the opponent tried his best, he was only a second-level person and could not pose any threat to Manda.

But this time, Mandato was bigger.

At the moment when the contract was handed over, Bayev did activate the second-level skill, but the power of this second-level skill completely exceeded Manda's imagination.

First there was a violent tremor. Manda thought there was an earthquake, but the actual situation was much more complicated than an earthquake. There seemed to be a strange force rising under her feet, which was very similar to the feeling when taking off on flying boots.

Manda glanced out the window subconsciously. The scenery outside the window was moving and falling. He could clearly see a tree, from the trunk to the treetop, slowly passing through the window. He saw the buildings in the distance slowly disappear. In the end, only the deep night remained.

Manda was surprised. The whole castle flew up and was rising vertically like an elevator.

Manda is now curious about what the castle looks like, especially the bottom. Is it a flat base or a foundation connected to a large piece of earth?

Is this the second level? Just the second level? This has already realized Manda's fantasy about the city in the sky.

Manda was intoxicated by the scenery outside the window, but Ashuraf realized that something was wrong. This skill also surprised him. He wanted to kill Bayev first before more "surprises" arrived.

But he found that he couldn't move. Ever since the castle began to rise, his body seemed to have been petrified. At first it was extremely heavy, and then he lost the ability to transform into mist. The higher the castle rose, the stiffer his body became. Waiting for him to move towards Ba Yev took a few steps, and his whole body fell into absolute rigidity, completely losing consciousness.

Is this the skill of a second-level believer?

A second-level believer completely controlled a fifth-level fearless person like this?

Ashurav looked at Manda, Manda was his last hope.

Manda's situation was slightly better than him, and he could still turn his head back with difficulty.

The castle stopped rising, and Bayev wiped the sweat from his face. This spell was very taxing on him.

"The castle is now two hundred feet above the ground. This is the limit of my power. As you ascend with the castle, you have come to the world of gods, which is also my world. I am the god of this world. Everything about you is At my disposal, you don’t even have the power to blink without my permission.”

When he said these words, Bayev's expression was cold and solemn.

But Manda just blinked in front of him.

"Can you still move?" Bayev took two steps back.

"Of course I can move!" Manda could still speak and raised his right hand with difficulty. He could move, but his movements were very stiff, as stiff as a statue that had just been given magic.

It took Manda twenty full breaths to finally raise her right hand above her head.

It was impossible to fight with such slow movements, and Ashuraf, who was standing behind Manda, was desperate.

Grand Duke Bayev smiled: "It seems that you are not only the fifth level, but maybe the sixth level, or even higher. Look how honored I am to kill a saint."

As he spoke, he walked back to the throne and pulled out a short knife from under the throne.

"You killed five of my sons, captured one, killed two of my most precious guards, and killed countless of my soldiers. How many times should I chop you? Let's chop you five times first, for the sake of my son."

Bayev came to Manda and said with a ferocious smile: "This is a celestial body other than the sun, moon and stars. It is your honor to die here."

The short knife swung up and fell towards Manda's cheek first. He wanted to cut off Manda's ear.

There was a crisp sound, and the short knife was stuck between Manda's two fingers.