The duke immediately began the sacrificial ritual and raised his hand.

  "Boom, boom, boom - oooo, oooo..." The deep drum and the long horn sounded immediately. A feeling of oppression and depression instantly enveloped the entire scene.

  "Oh, Lord Baal, god of war! You are the source of strife! You are the pinnacle of hatred! You are the king of **** - lowly mortal! Tremble before the absolute power of the King of ****! Fear! Kneel down!"

  Among hundreds of believers' chanting voices, a black giant fist, as large as three carriages, holding green light, suddenly appeared on the altar.

  A low male voice echoed in all directions, rumbling and resonating simultaneously in the ears and hearts of everyone.

  "Ah, Darsnill! Up until this moment I thought you'd stupidly botched everything... But, I smell a wonderful aroma - Ah, it's actually the traitor who fled to Shrike! Oh! Harken! Dear Harken! Who would have thought we'd meet again?! I said we would, didn't I? You dare betray me, Harken*Akemiller!"

  A half-transparent, humanoid figure enveloped in shadows floated above the altar, clad in jet-black armor and a finely crafted black cloak with red stripes. On his right hand was a metal gauntlet adorned with gems. Those familiar with Bane knew that this was the only weapon he needed to deal with enemies who dared - or were foolish enough - to attack him.

  "Waaaahhhh——" Harken struggled violently, regardless of the fact that many parts of his body had already been nailed down. Due to the struggle, those wounds that had already scabbed over cracked open again. Harken didn't care about the pain from the wounds; almost every muscle in his entire body was trembling due to extreme fear.

  Cold sweat and fresh blood mixed together, starting to flow down from the altar. Under the altar was a circular water trough that caught everything flowing down from above. A beautiful girl trembled below at the outlet of the water trough, scooping up the flowing substance with an exquisite golden basin.

  Witnessing the ecstasy of the gods, Duke Dastanil's face also showed a look of surprise. He didn't say a word but gazed at Benn with an eager and fervent gaze like a small dog trying to please its master.

  It seemed to sense the duke's gaze, and Benn's green face, like a demon, rarely showed a smile. He turned his head towards the duke, his voice rumbling: "Darsniel, your offering is the best! I will triple compensate you for the white dragon you lost, and this time it's a black dragon! Back off, before Rahalchen enters my divine realm, I want to enjoy myself."

  "Yes! My Supreme Lord!" The duke retreated with excitement, and the surrounding followers pushed open a hundred meters, waiting respectfully from afar.

  Almost everyone has an uncontrollable excitement.

  Duke Dusanyil's favor is their gain. They had already prepared for a complete martyrdom, who would have thought that the Duke was so powerful that he brought back Shirek High Priest, one of Benn's four traitors he wanted to avenge, and it was Halkein, the former traitor.

  The god is exacting, his demands on the faithful are meticulous to the extreme. However, the god is also extremely generous, and those who complete his tasks will receive the best rewards in their dreams.

  Triple Black Dragon! This is enough for the Duke to form a second Flying Dragon Knights.

  With this capital, it's not impossible for the Duke to rebel and become an emperor! Even if he doesn't rebel, the Mosha Empire will be forced to marry off a princess to Duke Dusniel, making him the most powerful vassal king. Naturally, under his command, everything will rise with the tide.

  As for the victim Harke, no one paid attention to him anymore. Even if Bane was performing a torture manual, what shattered heads machine, iron maiden, knife bench...

  Every time Hal Jordan was about to die from the physical strain of his torture, Sinestro would use magic to repair Hal's body, giving him no respite before moving on to the next round of torture.

  In the distance, there was another batch of onlookers.

  It was only after Halkein was dragged up onto the altar of **** that some people left.

  The first to leave was Randall, the captain of Mulan City's Magic Marksman Corps. He looked at the Shadow Assassin representing Raven with a profound gaze and left behind a sentence: "Although I don't like your methods, I still owe you one favor."

  The second to leave was an enraged phantom priestess of a goddess.

  Instead, it was the oldest legendary holy warrior who had secretly arrived first that saw it in the end.

  "My name is Kaos. I represent the will of the Church of Justice here. Depending on your next answer, this church will become either your ally or enemy."

  "Do you want to ask me why I sold Harlequin to **** God?"

  The old saint warrior nodded.

  "Alright, before I answer your question, let me ask two questions first. First, how much did the Tom and Thiel Church lose this time? Second, even if Bane has divine power, can he still conjure up more five-colored evil dragons out of thin air?"

  The old holy warrior's eyes suddenly lit up. He was no longer young, and had long since passed the age where he would recklessly fight anyone based solely on his righteous ideals. The holy warrior had been fighting for justice on the continent for so many centuries, yet evil powers still showed no signs of decreasing, precisely because they often killed a thousand enemies at the cost of losing eight thousand of their own.

  An opportunity like this, where we can almost annihilate the enemy without suffering any losses, is something that comes along once in a hundred years.

  In any case, from the point of view of results, Benn only saved face but hurt his inner self. The Dragon Clan is notoriously difficult to reproduce. One dead dragon would take decades to recover. From the comparison of enemy and our strength, the two major churches of Justice God and Courage God undoubtedly made a huge profit.

  The old warrior Kostar chose his words carefully: "You mean..."

  "I hope to take up 30% of the spoils next time."

  Koster bowed deeply after listening: "I cautiously represent the church in expecting our next cooperation. I also sincerely hope that we will not have an enemy day like this. However, even if your heart is filled with the darkest darkness, our church will choose to put the crusade against you last."

  It's clear that the old holy warrior has seen through Raven's evil nature. The means of using anyone to achieve his goals is not acceptable to the good camp. However, for a common goal, the Holy Warrior camp also doesn't mind continuing to cooperate with Raven.

  To put it bluntly, the Church of Justice still doesn't consider Raven a threat.

  Raven, who was watching from afar through their soul connection, simply smiled.

  He never thought he'd be kneeling to these stubborn Holy Warriors. The orthodox methods can't be said to be bad, but it's been too long since they've been able to improve themselves, and there are even fewer targets that can be attacked. Unlike the evil camp, where anyone can be hacked, whether good, neutral, or their own evil, as long as someone is in the way, they'll be hacked.

  This is the fastest shortcut for Raven, who relies on collecting killing experience to upgrade.

  The risk is also very great.

  Everyone dispersed, and after leaving the altar of Banen far behind, the will of the strategic god Red Knight descended.

  That huge red chess piece horse head looks a bit comical no matter how you look at it.

  "What? Don't like my methods?" Raven shrugged indifferently.

  "No, tactics have no faction, nor preference. Anyway, for me, as long as it's someone who acts with a plan and guards the formation, I like them."

  "Oh? Are you also going to give me the qualifications of the Chosen Ones of God?" Raven laughed.

  The red horse-headed deity looked at Raven with disdain: "I don't know what your goal is, but as a god, my dignity does not allow me to offer an olive branch to a mortal for the second time. However, to express my appreciation for you, I will spend divine power to give you something good." After that, the huge horse head opened its bright red mouth.

  "Wait... what are you going to do? This is going to be fatal! Ah——" Looking at the gigantic molar teeth in the horse's mouth, Raven instinctively felt fear. Although horses were herbivores, the enormous horse mouth was still unsettling.

  Too late!

  Lei Wen's body was half swallowed by the horse's mouth.

  "Gurgle gurgle..." A few seconds later, Raven was spat out like a salted fish.

  "Nima...... you're playing me!" Raven looked like he had been played. Even though he felt that the Red Knight shouldn't be hostile towards him, in reality, when facing a god's divine power, there was still a bit of fear.

  System Prompt:

  "[Blessing of the Goddess of Strategy]: You have gained favor with the Red Knight, and this divine 'kiss' grants you a permanent +1 Intelligence and the [Mid-tier Command] specialty."

  "【Mid-tier Commander】: Halo effect, ignores obstacles. Within a 100-meter radius around you, the warriors under your command and your intelligent summoned creatures will fully understand your combat intentions and take action. This specialty will greatly increase the number of summoned creatures you can have based on your intelligence adjustment value."

  "Your current summon count is: 4/30. Summon count only includes creatures directly under your control, and does not include derived creatures."

  Upon receiving this prompt, Raven couldn't help but kiss the Red Knight a few times. Intelligence +1 was exciting, but what followed was even more thrilling - Command Specialty.

  This is the best specialty for recruiting younger brothers. You know, in the previous life game, if you didn't attend military academy for at least two years, don't even think about getting the [Primary Command] specialty. Right! It's just primary level!

  Now Red Knight actually directly gave him 【Mid-tier Commander】, Raven wouldn't be overjoyed for nothing.

  And now Raven has a bloodline of Arcanists, making Summoning Creatures one of the most ideal specialties.

  "It's good as long as you're happy." The Red Knight said, her will disappeared.

  Looking up at the starry sky, Levin let out a long sigh of relief.

  Reflect on everything I've done since entering the world of Azeroth.

  It's really too exciting.

  If possible, Raven really didn't want to get involved in the war of the gods so quickly. After all, one careless move would be a fatal blow, and his soul would scatter.

  But he had no choice.

  As if echoing Raven and Murder's two-life feud, Shrek's priest found trouble with Raven early on.

  But now it's all right, finally came to an end, just need to secretly find a place to digest the spoils of war. Once he reaches legendary level, Raven can boldly stir up a wave of revenge and drown that son of a bitch Shrek.

  Levin is ready to leave the Mosha Empire, before leaving, he still wants to go to the Duke's place to dig a hole, for example, telling him that he can still provide Shilick priest intelligence for him in the future.

  Late at night, walking in Darnell City, Raven was very careful, after all, this was curfew time.

  As long as he walked within 200 meters of the Duke's mansion, Raven could summon his own shadow to make contact with the Duke.

  But just then, Raven suddenly discovered someone.

  Someone he absolutely did not want to see!

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  Thanks for the rewards from book friends Xinyu Yuehen and Zhongji Zhi Mo.