...

"Welcome to the return of His Majesty the Lord of God."

at the same time.

St. Catherine, who is in charge of internal affairs, appeared in front of Wu Hui under the ripples of space and saluted respectfully.

"The Holy Concubine doesn't need much politeness." Wu Hui waved to her, signaling her to go side by side with her, and asked casually, "The Kingdom of God has just been promoted and expanded recently, and the affairs are busy, and everything is hard for the Holy Concubine."

"It's just some trivial matters, it's not hard work." Catherine's face filled with a smile. "It's because His Majesty was traveling abroad, and he saved up enough resources for the promotion of the Kingdom of God so quickly and bought a plane. This is what hard work."

"It's done with you." Wu Hui also had no intention of making a contribution. "This time, I will send Saint Luke to lead the army to build the Holy See and preside over the overall situation. However, you cannot relax your vigilance on the side of the Holy Concubine. You need to be prepared to support at any time. After all, the Chenhui Plane is facing a magic disaster now. In addition, if the situation is clearer, let the mortal plane form an expeditionary volunteer army to participate in the war."

"Yes~ my lord." Catherine said with a serious expression, "I will prepare for a full-scale war and mobilize wars in the plane of Light and Aesop."

The reason why Wu Hui wanted to participate in the war on the mortal plane was based on the plan to train the mortal plane army. The more than a hundred years of comfortable life seemed to have eroded the ambitions of those mortals.

When Aesop's plane was facing the natural disaster of the undead, I wonder how many amazing heroic humans were born. Most of them are now part of the Kingdom of God, and even become archangels.

Wu Hui also gradually realized that comfort will only lead to depravity, and he will have to give more "training" to the planes under his command.

After he and Katherine had some warm-ups, he called St. Luke in and asked him to start preparing to take over the Chenhui plane.

Of course, Wu Hui did not forget the needs of the Divine Soldier Hall, and instructed Catherine to allocate more excellent Holy Spirits to the Divine Soldier Hall, tilt resources there, and strive to develop the "Judge" as soon as possible.

As for the idea of ​​instigating his disciples to commit suicide and ascension, Wu Hui also wants to give him a try.

...

Half a year passed in a flash.

Isabella and others finally drove Wu Hui's small spaceship near Chenhui's plane.

Using the anchor point of the space gate inside the Punisher's small spacecraft, Wu Hui opened the gate of heaven. An army of angels who had been preparing for half a year teleported over the gate of heaven little by little.

at the same time.

Morning plane.

The Green Prairie, located in the eastern part of the mainland, has abundant water and grass and abundant species. It was once the richest place in the entire morning glory plane. However, at this moment, the prairie that should have been full of vitality is full of war, and there is no longer the prosperity and vitality it used to be.

The heavy clouds pressed over the wilderness, and the solemn aura filled the entire world, and even the air seemed to be filled with blood.

"Boom~"

The muffled thunder rolled across the sky, and the sudden rain poured down.

The rabbit and rat were fed in the grass and were startled and rushed back into the cave. The dragon eagle soaring in the sky had to stop on the cliff, gathering its wings and resting for a while.

"Stand by! The great ancestor god will not abandon us!"

In the wind and rain, a vague shouting sound came from under the cliff.

The dragon eagle curiously poked its head out of the cliff and saw two groups of people fighting fiercely under the steep cliff, one of which was the Tauren and the other was the Demon clan.

At this moment, the Tauren had been forced to the cliff, and the demons were besieging them from all directions, with only a hundred remaining people fighting hard against the cliff.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The tauren chief wearing a feather crown waved his huge metal stick and kept sweeping across, smashing one demon after another to fly backwards, killing his eyes red, and his huge nostrils were panting heavily, as if they were crazy.

Behind him, the Taurus Shaman holding a bone staff was pale, and blood foam kept oozing out of the corners of his mouth. He had to rely on others to support him to barely stand firm. The Taurus Warriors around him were also covered in blood, covered in scars, and the horns on his head were broken, as if they had reached a desperate situation.

Since the Taurus can give birth to his own god, there will naturally be no fewer strong people in the clan. As one of the powerful tribes with the Blood Hoof Plane, the warriors and shamans in the tribe are very powerful in combat. There are many level 7 strong people, and there are many level 8 strong people. The tribe chief even has the strength of a level 9 demigod.

However, after experiencing repeated encirclements and arduous battles, they have long been exhausted, and now they are completely supported by a force of will.

The soldiers fell down one by one, and there were more and more corpses piled up on the grass under the cliff, while the number of living taurens was getting smaller and smaller. Before they knew it, there were only dozens of taurens left, and only a few young and middle-aged people were left.

Without anyone's reminder, one tauren after another silently picked up the weapons left by his father and joined the battle group, as if he had taken over some kind of mission.

But in a moment, many tauren boys fell down forever.

The tragic sound of fighting was filled with a strong smell of blood. The blood was washed into the soil under the erosion of rain, and even the soil layer seemed to be dyed with a dark red color.

I don't know how long it took.

The encirclement that was originally tighter and tighter stopped.

A passage suddenly split among the demon clan surrounding the Tauren, and a figure emitting black smoke slowly walked over from the rain.

The figure was carrying a steel fork in his hand, his black skin was as rough as a rock, his silver hair was scattered behind his head, and a pair of huge demon horns were pressed on his head. Even though he just walked around and did not deliberately release pressure, his aura was still as depressing as the cloud above his head.

The one who came was actually a high-level demon.

"Mr. Black Smoke."

"Mr. Black Smoke."

Seeing the visiting person, the demons around him hurriedly bowed and bowed.

However, the high-level demons called "Master Black Smoke" didn't even look at these low-level demons, just as if they were just ants worth mentioning.

“There is some potential.”

He glanced at the Taurus Chief who was holding the metal stick and gasping for breathing, then nodded, and said in a kind tone: "Give you a chance. Now choose to surrender and become my slave, and I can let you live."

"dream!"

The Taurus Chief was gasping for breath, and he could hardly raise his strength. However, when he heard this, he was not shaken at all, but was aroused by a huge anger.

He stared at the high demon fiercely and gritted his teeth, "The Taurus has no cowards! He would rather die in battle than surrender!"

"Yes! I'd rather die than surrender!"

"I would rather die than surrender!"

The dozens of taurens left behind the Tauren Chief were also excited, and none of them were willing to surrender.

"Since that's the case, then you guys will die together~"

The high-level demon Black Smoke smiled coldly and raised his hand casually.

The lowly demon army, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately cheered, and then rushed forward like a tide, flaunting the butcher knife towards the already exhausted bullheads.

A hundred meters below the cliff, a pre-digged hiding in a cave, a tauren shaman with gray-haired and wrinkled skin was hiding inside with a tauren child in her arms.

They are the last hope of the tribe.

Through the thick layer of soil and the heavy cloak for shielding the breath, the sound from the head had become extremely weak, but it still could not escape the keen hearing of the old tauren shaman.

Before he knew it, tears were already filled with his old eyes: "Great Ancestor God~ Please, save your descendants..."

His voice was hoarse, as if he wanted, as if he was crying...

...

In the quiet and deep void outside the world, a battleship emitting holy light was slowly sailing towards the Morning Light Plane.

It is the latest "Judge" battleship developed by the Kingdom of Light.

In the main control room of the "Judge", a light curtain is suspended in the center, and the shouts of the people who are willing to die are coming out of the light curtain.

"Oh~"

Looking at the tragic war scene in the light curtain, Wu Hui sighed quietly.

These taurens are hard-working, but they probably never thought that their ancestor god had abandoned them, right?

This time he had just walked to Chenhui plane to investigate the situation, but he really didn't expect that the situation in the Taurus plane would be so serious.

Even if the race is different and there is no empathy, it is difficult for him to remain unmoved to see the miserable appearance of the Taurus clan. After all, it is also a smart race he bought with him. How could he see them bullied by the demons?

"St. Luke." Wu Hui suddenly spoke.

"I'm here." St. Luke immediately walked to Wu Hui's side after hearing this, "What are your instructions?"

"Go and let those demons see the strength of our Light God Clan." Wu Hui spoke lightly.

"Yes, your Majesty."

St. Luke bowed to take the order, then spread his wings and flew out of the Judge Battleship from his side, and dived towards the Chenhui plane.

In fact, angels usually open the gate of heaven directly in battle. However, the Chenhui plane had just been bought and before he could build the gate of heaven, he could only use flying.

But even so, the speed of the level 10 Eight-Winged Saint Angel is still quite terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, St. Luke's figure had turned into a dot of light and disappeared into the deep clouds of the morning glory plane.

...

At the same time, the Chenhui plane.

The Taurus tribe, which was besieged again, seemed to be at the end of its strength. The strongest Taurus chief fought hard but still could not save the situation. His chest and shoulders were inserted into the steel fork, and the blood hole exposed was dripping blood, and he was about to be unable to hold on.

At this moment, a white light suddenly lit up in the sky.

This white light was like the dawning sky light. As soon as Pu appeared, it penetrated the thick clouds and appeared above the battlefield through the heavy rain curtains.

In the rich white light, a figure clearly came into the eyes of everyone on the battlefield.

It was a figure wearing armor and holding a long sword. Eight white wings were flaunting in the wind behind it, emitting dazzling holy light, and the momentum was as fierce as a blade.

With his appearance, the terrible pressure was pressed down like a mountain.

Both sides who were fighting stopped for a moment without consciously stagnating. Even the arrogant high-level demon Black Smoke couldn't help but his pupils contracted, and instantly tensed all his nerves.

It's St. Luke who came!
Chapter completed!