People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

"Shanying will never care about the opinion of the rabbit. What qualifications does it have to occupy Samson if it can't even hold a city?"

The Wordsworth Angel sneered unceremoniously.

All the gods are staring here, their heads can be cut off, and their momentum can't be lost!

"If the truth is not qualified, the gods who rise up in groups to attack, and also fall alone, are even less qualified!"

Isabelle didn't answer Wordsworth's words, but pointed at the core, mocking Laman.

The essence of a quarrel is, never pick up what the other person says, let alone try to argue!

If you use reason to refute emotion, you will definitely lose.

In short, in one sentence, spray it and you're done!

In addition, the struggle of the gods, if the quarrel can be resolved, the Lord of Slaanesh may have already ruled the universe.

Who doesn't get confused when the cat meows?

At this time, the real angel and the moon angel were spraying each other endlessly, and they fought even more when they were anxious. However, Mingren could see at a glance that the gestures of the two sides were greater than reality.

In front of this cake left by the Mother Earth, the alliance that besieged the real people has long since collapsed.

No matter how big the conflict between the Moon God Cult and the True Church is, they still don’t want to do it at this time!

But the hatred couldn't be resolved, so he could only spray one sentence, push and shove a few times, as a gesture.

However, as soon as the real people came, they sprinkled the burrowing worms all over the Alcott Empire.

At this time, the situation in the Alcott Empire was already three-pronged.

Among them, the local Lesena Continent is the most powerful, namely: war, timing, and the **** of the sea.

Almost all of their territories are bordered by the Mother Earth. At this time, troops came, and they were swallowed up from the frontier of the Alcott Empire, and they faintly showed a state of encircling and nibbling!

Dawn, Storm, Slaanesh, and Moon from Noth Continent, and Primordial, Sin from Tate Continent, confront each other, and unite with each other to resist the local forces

Occupying the core area of ​​the Alcott Empire, it seems to be developing it into an enclave.

In this habitual three-legged situation, the real people suddenly intervened, neither in a group nor in a corner. Instead, they dominated the capital of the Alcott Empire, and even threatened and intimidated the gods. This naturally made the gods angry. time.

"Bishop Isabelle, slaughtering lambs is not the work of the shepherd, I hope you can do it yourself!"

A reminder echoed in the sky above Samson, this is the reminder of the Primordial Order!

Although the gods hated each other and were filthy, they had always maintained relatively rational restraint with each other!

- That is, the gods do not end easily, and the fire of war avoids the civilians as much as possible.

Killing a few lambs, or even slaughtering a city, is understandable.

But destroying a great empire that stretches for tens of millions of miles and has a population of hundreds of millions is the bottom line that the gods cannot bear.

It is also breaking the unspoken rules among the gods.

"As long as Samson is the only real church, as long as everyone quits here, the burrowers will leave the Alcott Empire!" Angel Isabelle seemed tough, but her attitude softened.

"The earth is dead, and the lambs will chase it away! If you want Samson, please take it back!" The Sin God Cult replied.

"Isn't the burrowing worm considered upright?" Isabelle replied.

A scolding, there is a vague return to rational debate.

In fact, this is simply the gods stalling time!

The forces under their respective command should attack and attack, and should defend and defend.

As for Samson?

The gods did not attack again, but they did not retreat, they just maintained a state of separatism and waited for the situation to ferment!

"True Church! If you dare to cause an earthquake again, don't blame me for attacking the North Continent!"

Suddenly, an angry roar echoed over Samson.

The difference is that this time it is not a foreign god, but the local force of Lesena Continent—the **** of the ocean!

It turned out that just now, the earth-burrowing devil worm, which was thousands of miles away, suddenly caused an earthquake again, destroying the invasion of the local bunker by the Ocean God Cult.

Gu Chan

The map of the underground palace that I managed to find out, but also because of this earthquake, the rivers were diverted, the mountains and rivers were displaced, and the results fell short.

"The real church, you dare!"

Another roar came, it was the **** of war.

"God of timing, you are not in a hurry, what are you in a hurry?" Isabelle responded with a sneer.

"Bad acting, despicable soul. It would be a shame to be in the company of you!" The Church of Time finally responded to Isabelle.

They also have to respond that the sowing discord by the real church will only make the complicated situation more chaotic.

Originally, the real people caused public anger, and it was really possible that the gods would draw their forces and pretend to attack the Northern Continent, besieging Wei and saving Zhao.

But the real church has two omissions, which makes the **** of the ocean and war have to be wary of the **** of timing.

At this time, over Samson, dark clouds rolled and thunder and lightning roared.

This city, because of the gathering of angels, is splendid and strange.

The eastern war drums are hammering constantly; the west is surging and surging; the southern bells are ding-dong; the northern smog monsters are rampant... Coupled with the earth-burrowing monsters surrounding the city, it is like an apocalyptic scene.

"The God of Timing, you are right. For those who are as timid as mice, they really disdain to cooperate. Guess, who is the real ally in war or the ocean?" Isabelle giggled. .

"Boom...Boom..."

The sound fell, and the dense roar came from the territory of the Alcott Empire, which stretched endlessly, like nine days of thunder.

It was the cry of the earth and the cry of the empire.

"This is just a prelude. Get out of Samson, and if you don't leave, the Alcott Empire, which has been reduced to ruins, will be the blood debt and sins committed by you!"

Isabelle's smile faded and she issued a final warning.

The voice fell, this time the gods no longer responded to the real church, as if they were caught in a heated debate.

The posture of the True Church is very obvious. Through the local Lesena forces, it coerced the two camps of North and Tate, and gave up the competition for Samson.

The problem is that Samson is the capital of the Alcott Empire, the economic and political center.

The wealth contained here is almost equivalent to a small half of the empire, so how can the two camps of Nostedt be willing?

A fierce game unfolds in secret.

As if to urge the two sides to reach an agreement, every once in a while, there are always minor earthquakes in several cities in the Alcott Empire.

Interrupt the local attack and occupation rhythm.

"Wh-"

The leader of the burrowing monster under Isabelle's seat suddenly screamed in anger, and the huge body gushed out of the ground frantically, rolling up the rolling black clouds, and brewing angry thunderstorms!

It turned out that the burrowing monsters that had just been scattered all over the place were suddenly hit with a fatal blow.

I don't know how many drill monsters died in this attack.

"Despicable maggots dare to threaten the gods to make concessions? It's ridiculous!"

"The real church, the death of the mother of the earth is just a real luck, you are not qualified to bargain with us!"

"Samson will never fall into the hands of the truth!"

The mockery from the gods echoed over Samson.

- It turns out that the silence of the gods is just a prelude to hunting!

They can't kill Angel Isabelle, who must be sheltered by real people, and can't kill those hateful worm monsters?

At this moment, the real church's majesty has been demolished, and all the initiative has been lost.

It will even be powerless to encroach on the Alcott Empire.

"Giggle cluck..."

I don't want to, facing the ridicule of the Church of the Gods, the Cardinal of the True Church, Isabelle, actually laughed softly.

"A group of stupid donkeys, a radish hanging in front of you, attracts all your eyes and works hard. It's really pitiful and sad!"