The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Attacking guild military personnel is a capital offense. "

Rabbit Cotton Candy thought about it, and still felt that compared to his half-hearted combat power, his head was more useful. It could be used to frighten the remaining murlocs and surrender their ruling class.

While muttering to herself, the circle of thorns formed by the twelve Daoist flying swords in her hand suddenly swelled to the size of a kilometer, with a sharp red sword aura on the edge.

It engulfed the murloc king Solankas with a few flashes of light, and quickly shrunk to the inner layer. The magma field along the way collapsed layer by layer in front of it, and it didn't play much role.

"kill!"

The Murloc King gritted his teeth, and slashed upwards with his flaming spears in both hands, gathering all the remaining power of the flame and magma domain, erupting upwards like a magma volcano.

Ding!

But it was still useless, and the flaming spear that was slashing upwards was bounced away again. There was a huge gap between the two in terms of mana quantity and quality.

The ring of bloody thorns continued to shrink inward, and the edges were as sharp as knives. Whether it was magma or other martial arts murlocs who dared to step forward to stop them, they were easily strangled in two.

The Murloc King wanted to run, but the bloody ring of thorns followed him like a gangrene, there was no possibility of escaping.

"Stop! In this endless ocean, even the Church of Storms and the great God of Storms need us."

Seeing that he was about to die, the Murloc King became anxious and shouted to the sky: "If you Blood Sea Immortal Cultivators want to rule the bottom of the sea, it is impossible without the assistance of my Murloc King!"

As a sanctuary, he is certainly not as closed-in on the surface as he appears to be. Before, he just watched Tutu Marshmallow, who didn't even have a sanctuary. He felt that he had been humiliated, and he acted out of anger. .

But he didn't think that since he dared to do something, others would kill him.

Rabbit Cotton Candy's complexion remained unchanged, and the legion's mana was consumed rapidly.

The blood-colored thorny circle surrounding the Murloc King was bright red, shrinking from a radius of ten meters to the size of a finger.

The frantically struggling Red Turtle King froze, his eyes lost all aura, the flame spear fell powerlessly, his body was broken in two from the waist, and the rich red sword energy filled his body, killing all life.

From the center of his broken waist, a finger-sized ring of bloody thorns flew back to the rabbit cotton candy,

As warm as jade, without a trace of blood.

The blood-colored thorny ring twirled on the fingertips of Tutu Marshmallow, and turned into twelve flying swords and flew back to the lower-level commander of the formation, leaving only a flying sword of the directly subordinate Taoist soldiers hovering around her.

She looked at the thirty or so murloc warriors who looked at her with some amusement: "Surrender? Or die, we don't mind too much."

"Meet the great blood sea immortal cultivator!"

The rest of the murlocs breathed a sigh of relief, without hesitation, they knelt down on one knee before Bunny Cotton Candy, throwing their weapons aside.

The murlocs were not a race that would rather die than submit. They were used to submitting to stronger ones, without a trace of resistance.

"Yes, Not Bad."

Tutu Marshmallow recruited one of the most powerful martial artists: "Take me to your Church of the Storm."

"Yes, my lord."

Following the footsteps of the green turtle and a group of timid murlocs, Tutu Cotton Candy walked slowly into a relatively simple obsidian church behind the palace.

It is really simple, covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters, most of the places are carved out of coral, only the central church and statues are carved out of obsidian.

Not to mention the majestic Murloc Palace next to it, it is slightly inferior to the few private mansions outside the palace.

This surprised her a bit. From Blue Star to Ellen World, as long as in the site of the Church of Storms, the tallest and most majestic buildings are all the churches and statues of the God of Storms, without exception.

But here, for the first time, there is a special case.

"Welcome, fellow believers, and respectful Lord Blood Sea Immortal Cultivator."

The door of the church opened, and a murloc, a martial artist wearing a priest's robe, knelt respectfully at the door, his head bowed down, and there was no frenzied cry in the face of the person who was about to destroy the statue of the god he served.

Tutu Cotton Candy scanned his soul, most likely it wasn't a disguise.

"Let's talk about it. The storm belief in the Stone Spear Department, as well as any other god beliefs, seem to be very different from the humans on the ground."

Tutu Marshmallow turned to look at the murloc, the peak martial artist, beside him.

The other party was taken aback, and said cautiously: "My lord, the Stone Spear Tribe's belief in the God of Storms... no, this is the belief in the pseudo-God of Storms. The priests of the Church of Storms have also come to guide them many times, but nothing happened. , most murlocs cannot understand the doctrine of the storm."

"What about other places?"

The murloc, the peak martial artist, said: "The nearby tribes are similar. If the Church of Storms persecutes us too much, our tribe will move to other places. The deep sea is vast and endless, and we can hide anywhere."

He couldn't help complaining about the dead Murloc King, why did you attack them first, no matter what the other party agreed to.

If it is too strict and harsh, just run away after they leave, then you will die casually like now.

It is hard to say whether the Stone Spear Tribe will be able to exist in the future without the sanctuary warriors.

"Is it?"

Tutu Cotton Candy smiled faintly, as if he understood the meaning hidden in his words.

The murlocs at the top of the martial arts team suddenly felt in their hearts, and quickly said: "My lord, it can also be changed. I heard that the murlocs near the Big Island and the Super Big Island of the Church of the Storm have completely joined the Church of the Storm. The murlocs inside have almost become Races that are completely different from ours, all of them are crazy."

"Understood."

Tutu Marshmallow was noncommittal, entered the church, and found an obsidian storm statue that was only about ten meters high.

Draw the sword, chop, and draw the sword.

A red sword mark appeared between the eyebrows of the Storm God Statue, and a gap opened from the middle of the body, turning into two petals and separating to the two sides.

Before the statue fell to the ground, wisps of red sword energy spread up, turning it into rustling black powder.

The entire church also trembled, turning into a pile of ruins under the envelope of vertical and horizontal red sword energy.

The priest murloc witnessed the collapse of the place where he had lived almost his whole life, and he held his claws tightly, but he didn't come out to stop it from the beginning to the end.

Rabbit Cotton Candy didn't care about his little tricks.

Some resentment is normal, as long as it doesn't actually generate action, it doesn't have to be eliminated.

She asked the murloc priest, "Are there any fanatics of the God of Storms?"

Fanatics are heroes to the Church of Storms, they are moral models, they have repeatedly emphasized propaganda, and they are easy to find.

The murloc priest said honestly: "The Stone Spear Tribe doesn't have one, the nearby Blue Iron Tribe has one, and the Cangbone Tribe has three. In the past, they relied on these three people to get great benefits from the Church of Storms."

Tutu Cotton Candy nodded and walked out: "Show me the ordinary murlocs again."

She was recording while visiting, not like on the battlefield, but as a scholar completing research in the countryside.

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