Not just Joe.

Margaret III, Mata XIII and others, including Qiao Xuan and the people he brought were all suppressed by the green divine light.

Everyone was cold and their souls were clear and cold for a moment. Just like an old monk who had been meditating for hundreds of years, his heart was extremely peaceful, without any desires, without any impulse, and even all instincts were deprived.

Just like an old tree withered stones, standing still.

They all saw Qiao being attacked by dozens of white-armored knights. Everyone realized the crisis facing Qiao, but no one helped him in time.

"Pearce, Lord of Peace." Margaret III whispered.

A huge white spear formed by dozens of white-armored knights in the divine realm fell down on his head.

Like everyone else, all his instincts and reactions were completely deprived. His mind was blank, and his body was as frozen as ice, staring blankly at the spear that was smashed down on his head.

In his mind, his crimson eyes suddenly burned.

Crimson instinct was irritated, and a large area of ​​Crimson divine light filled Qiao's mind, melting and crushing a trace of the green divine light that invaded Qiao's mind, violently repelled them.

Joe's fingers moved.

But before he could react, the white spear condensed from the humble breath had already bombarded his chest heavily.

With a loud bang, Qiao's clothes shattered.

His huge body was smashed to the ground heavily, and the huge hall trembled violently.

In the dome of the hall and the astrological map on the ground, countless stars flashed, and the structure of the hall was instantly strengthened thousands of times. Qiao hit the ground, and there was no trace on the ground. The huge recoil force hit Qiao firmly.

The sound of 'crack' breaking is endless.

The skin on Qiao's chest and back was shattering inch by inch, and the sound of his skin shattering was as if hard porcelain had shattered, sharp and crisp.

Drops of black and golden blood flowed out of the wound. On the wound on Qiao's chest, a large area of ​​murderous white divine light turned into countless sharp small drills, constantly drilling into his body with a harsh tearing sound.

In Qiao's body, a large area of ​​dark light flashed. These black lights, which were represented by darkness and were essentially corroded by the erosion of white divine power.

The two of them rubbed and impacted on Qiao's wounds, and Qiao's skin shattered into tiny particles one by one, constantly splashing around with fine flashes.

However, a powerful vitality, which originated from Qiao's body, turned into a "chain of laws". The flying particles kept flying back to Qiao's wounds and returned to where they should be under the sucking of this force.

"What an amazing body..." The janitor No. 7 murmured: "The soul has not transformed, but his physical essence is comparable to those mid-level peak gods... What a demonic talent."

"Well, it is worth observing for a long time, and it is worth cultivating for a long time... Perhaps, he is qualified to stand at the peak of level 33 and become our companion." Gatekeeper No. 7 whispered to himself: "Of course, becoming a gatekeeper is not only about talent and strength, but more importantly about... mind and nature!"

Qiao stood up staggeringly.

With a "puff", he spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Just now, dozens of white-armored knights joined forces, and the crush caused by their breath only shattered his skin!

Oh, by the way, because of the violent impact just now, Joe accidentally bit his lips.

Drops of blood kept flowing back to the wound, and the wound was healing rapidly. Qiao walked step by step towards the white-armored knights with horror: "It seems that you so-called gods are a little weak... aren't the legendary gods omnipotent?"

Bloody light burned in the eyes of the white-armored knights.

They stared at Joe tightly, and raised the spear in their hands.

There were footsteps coming from behind, and a large group of priests wearing white robes and wooden staff walked in in a neat line.

Their bodies were surrounded by green divine light, and there was also a huge magic patterned aura flashing under their feet.

The divine light they emitted enveloped the entire hall and washed away everyone's bodies over and over again.

Under the green divine light, Margaret III and others were not only too lazy to move, but they were even too lazy to speak... They became the most silent and peaceful "Lambs", facing the murderous white-armored knights.

Fortunately, Qiao's crimson instinct rose up and resisted this strange power.

"You guys are..." Qiao looked at the priests in robes.

"We are believers of Pierce, the Lord of Peace..." A tall woman with a beautiful appearance walked out proudly. She glanced over Joe from the corner of her eyes, and then stared at Margaret III deeply with a trace of awe.

"Your actions will cause war and cause great damage to Medland..." The beautiful woman said coldly: "So, following the will of our Lord, we come here to confiscate the possible causes of harm..."

The gatekeeper No. 7 raised the Medlands Axle in his hand: "So, Varis and Pierce are in the same vein. Do you want to steal the Medlands Axle?"

The janitor No. 7 grinned and smiled happily: "They are irreconcilable enemies, they..."

The janitor No. 7, who was laughing happily, suddenly snorted coldly. The complex marks on his chest burst out with bright starlight. The dark blue starlight echoed the dome of the hall and the stars on the ground. The janitor No. 7's body suddenly disappeared on the spot. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at Qiao.

Just now, Varis, riding a wild boar and Pierce, wearing a laurel, appeared out of thin air next to the gatekeeper No. 7.

The sword in Varis's hand was retracting it bit by bit.

Judging from the location of his long sword, if the janitor No. 7 had walked a little slower just now, the sword could just pierce his heart.

In Pierce's hand, a green lasso was also shaking slightly, like a vicious snake, squirming restlessly in the air.

If the janitor No. 7 does not escape in time, the lasso should be just holding his neck.

Qiao was stunned to see the two gods whose body was compressed to the heights of ordinary people and suddenly descended in the form of his own deity.

"You guys will actually attack behind the scenes?"

Qiao widened his eyes and said in horror: "You are so shameless?"

"You are gods... and you actually cooperate with each other?"

The Lord of War and the Lord of Peace, aren’t these two people incompatible with water and fire?

They actually, united and used such shameless tricks to attack behind the scenes?

Varis' dry voice resounded throughout the hall: "Mortals, don't think that you have succeeded once, and you will succeed for the second time... We are God, and we have succeeded by your conspiracy, and we will naturally learn from our lessons!"

"The axis of Medland should not be controlled by you mortals."
Chapter completed!