The War God Temple's reaction was faster than expected.
A few noble wagons rushed into the square and told the priest in charge of guarding the shrine what happened. The furious priest then prayed to the God of War.
A faint radiance appeared in the War Shrine.
The statue that represented the God of War gathered the radiance.
The statue of the God of War wasn't in the shape of a human but a weapon!
All kinds of weapons were stacked and crossed over each other.
There were the most basic swords, spears, swords, and halberds, as well as the more complicated axes, hooks, tridents, flails, and meteor hammers. The cold radiance of the weapons was surging.
Everyone in Sicar looked up at him.
The neighing of war horses!
The galloping of war chariots!
The cries of the warriors!
Every single one of them came from the sky.
However, there wasn't any image of a warrior driving a war chariot, all it saw was a rumbling dark cloud that was as black as ink.
The dark cloud descended from the sky and hovered above the shining War Shrine.
A while later …
Kakrooom!
Thunder flashed and lightning danced like a silver snake.
The thunderous rumble made some of the more cowardly kneel on the ground, praying softly.
The nobles who reported the news even knelt on the ground with sincerity.
At least, their sincerity on the surface was real.
Many of the nobles who saw the scene felt regret in their heart.
They were asking themselves why they didn't report the news to the God of War?
If they were the ones who reported the news, they would be rewarded handsomely, wouldn't they?
They might even become a real Knight.
The believers of the Mist religious sect were also praying.
However, unlike the believers of the War Shrine, they were praying to their own God to expel the God of War.
The determined believers showed tenacity on their faces, none of them showing any fear. Their eyes were bright and filled with conviction.
Then …
Mist rose!
A large area of mist floated up from the city and shrouded the War Shrine in the sky.
Including …
The dark cloud that flickered with Thunder.
Rage!
Killer intents!
The boiling thoughts stabbed into Kieran's mind as he held [Lord of Mist] in his hand.
If it was possible, the Lord of Mist wouldn't mind tearing Kieran apart.
Kieran knew it in his heart.
So, he didn't hold back.
The Devil Flame that was ready to go went against the flow.
Boom!
The moment the lightning and fire clashed, it was like a thousand tons of explosives going off at the same time. The whole city of Sicar was drowned in the explosion, everyone covering their ears unconsciously.
Hiding in the mist, Kieran quietly felt the Thunder in the dark clouds.
The aura was filled with destruction and tyranny!
Devil Flame, who had been charging up, didn't have the upper hand. Quite the contrary, it was at a disadvantage.
"vi!"
Kieran was very sure of his judgment.
Thunder was close to rank VI, which meant that the God of War was at least rank VI, or even higher, because this was just a temple.
The priest's prayer had only summoned a projection, not even a clone.
Therefore, it was easy to predict what level the God of War's true form would be.
However, that was the main body of the God of War.
The one before him was just a projection of the other party.
Boom! Boom!
Three fireballs formed by Devil Flame swirled around Kieran and then shot up to the sky.
Before the first fireball crashed into the dark clouds filled with Thunder, another three Devil Flame fireballs appeared.
It was like a reverse meteor shower.
Within a breath's time, a dozen of Devil Flame fireballs were fired into the dark clouds.
The shockwave from the explosions shook the dark clouds, and the Devil Flame that formed waves of flames strangely connected together. It didn't just burn the lightning bolts, it even burned the dark clouds that carried the lightning bolts.
Roar!
The giant devil appeared in the blazing flames.
It roared at the sky, overshadowing the Thunder. Its horns shot up to the sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart. Its powerful magma body didn't care about the lightning strikes. A single glance from its red eyes allowed it to see through all the illusions and locate its target. Its thick and sturdy hand punched out.
Fuung!
It was as if a category 10 typhoon was wreaking havoc in the dark clouds.
When the scorching fist stopped, a tall, armored figure had already been pierced through.
Pak!
Like a broken vase, the figure broke into pieces.
The dark clouds then dispersed.
The God of War priest, who was praying, looked up in disbelief.
Cracks started to spread from the center of the statue in front of him. The cracks spread very quickly, and a breath's time later, the whole statue crumbled.
Then, the whole temple.
With the crumbling statue as the center, the main structure of the temple started to shake left and right.
When one of the pillars collapsed, the whole temple crumbled.
The fog gradually dissipated.
The few nobles who were kneeling on the ground widened their eyes at the scene.
The War Shrine crumbled?
They looked up at the sky blankly.
A giant figure formed by mist appeared in the sky, looking down at the whole city.
The ending was obvious.
Any sane person would know that the 'Mist' had won.
"Oh, Supreme Lord!"
We will listen to your teachings, we will carry out your will, we will bow to your greatness, we will bear your name, we will light up the world, everything we have will be bestowed by you … "
The believers of the Mist started to pray even louder.
A lot of non-believers and pan-believers looked at the giant in the sky and listened to the prayers in their ears. They chose to kneel down and pray as well.
What was the nature of humans?
When a certain phenomenon occurred, repeating it over and over again was the natural choice.
Soon, the prayers spread from the scattered street blocks to the whole inner city, then to the outer city. When the soldiers around the city gate joined in, there was only one voice left in the whole of Sicar.
The praise for the Mist!
The praises from all over the city made the people who had kept silent seem so abrupt.
The true believers of the God of War stood there, not knowing what to do, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.
They didn't want to give up their beliefs.
Or rather …
They dared not give up.
The God of War wasn't some kind of magnanimous God.
When he was strong, the slightest offense would result in a city annihilation and a massacre.
Although Lady Calamity's appearance changed the situation, it still struck fear in people's hearts.
As mortals, they dared not take the risk.
They couldn't withstand the wrath of a God.
About ten seconds later, a believer of the God of War ran straight out.
Immediately, the nature of humans showed itself again. The believers of the God of War who stood out among the crowd began to run out of the city in a panic.
They were leaving!
Leave immediately!
Before the wrath of the War God descended.
Before the Mist found them, they would have to do it.
Kieran saw the scene clearly with [Lord of Mist] in his hand.
However, he ignored it.
This was because an even more important matter had appeared in front of him.
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