Chapter 911: Each with their own agenda

"You dare to disobey my order, you traitor... Don't come over... Don't come over..."

From the speed of Yamen Khan's retreat and his angry roar, we know that he is full of fear of this killing relic.

It is not the first time that the State Master Skanbuhe wants to present this killing relic to him, wanting him to absorb the power in it and inherit the power of the killing Buddha.

Yamen Khan sternly rejected it. He who inherited the fragment of the killing godhead knows very well that more power is not better, especially this kind of power that obviously carries his own will.

Not to mention the difference in nature, even if they are of the same origin and clan, they will fight each other for the dominance.

The fragment of the killing godhead that was just broken is a clear proof, unless one party has an absolute advantage and crushes it and absorbs it.

The fragment of the killing godhead and the killing relic are of different origins and clans, but the nature of power is similar.

But this time, Master Skanbuhe no longer begged Yamen Khan. He turned a deaf ear to his refusal and said incessantly: "This killing relic was condensed by the killing Buddha after nine lives. As long as you go through one more life, the merits will be complete.

All the killing karma is borne by the previous life, and what you inherit in this life is only infinite blessings.

As long as you inherit the killing relic, you can create an indestructible body and never have to worry about your body being destroyed..."

Master Skanbuhe kept talking, and in a simple sentence, this is a good thing, everything is for your good.

"Since this killing relic is so good, just use it yourself, don't give it to me, I will give it to you."

Yamen Khan didn't believe a word of what Master Skanbuhe said.

If this thing is really as good as he said, he can just inherit it directly. Is there any need to force it on himself?

Wouldn't it be better to become the new killing Buddha?

There must be a huge hidden danger that Master Skanbuhe didn't say.

State Master Skanbuhe responded solemnly: "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't. This killing relic can only be inherited by the reincarnation of the killing Buddha. Others who steal it will not only not inherit its power, but will only inherit the killing karma of nine generations.

Tian Khan is the reincarnation of the Buddha in this life. It can only be inherited by you. This is your life. Others cannot steal or force it. It is also something you cannot refuse or change. Now is the time for the destiny to return."

While speaking, the distance between the two sides was close enough, and State Master Skanbuhe directly stuffed the killing relic in.

Yamen Khan, who only had a head and half a chest, had no effective means of counterattack at all. He could only helplessly watch the killing relic being stuffed into his heart.

As soon as it touched Yamen Khan's flesh and blood, the killing relic immediately burst into an extremely bright golden light. With a bang, Yamen Khan's heart, which had just condensed its outline, was crushed on the spot.

The killing relic took its place without hesitation, actively pulling the surrounding blood vessels to its own body, and the golden light spread along them, as if to infiltrate Yamen Khan's torso and head.

Buzz!

A terrifying force grew out of Yamen Khan's head, and the overwhelming killing power was like substance, making it impossible for the people in it to breathe. It came towards the killing relic with great momentum, as if to completely submerge it.

The fragment of the killing godhead sensed the invasion and launched a counterattack.

The strange thing is that the counterattack of the killing godhead fragment was like a stone sinking into the sea when it came to the killing relic.

There was no fierce war.

To break out a war, there must be both enemies and friends.

It can't break out unilaterally.

This is the situation now. The killing godhead fragment did not feel any autonomous consciousness in the killing relic. It was like a pure dead object with incomparable power in it.

This power is the kind that can perfectly complement itself. The violent killing power, after a circle here, immediately became docile, emitting strands of golden light from inside to outside, sacred.

At this moment, Yamen Khan suddenly realized a truth.

The highest realm of killing is not to murder, to let one person kill another, but to let those people take the initiative to sacrifice themselves to themselves because of one's words, and regard it as a kind of honor.

When killing is covered with a sacred coat, everything will become a new order.

My previous means were too shallow. If I had understood this truth earlier, I would have forged my own killing Buddha kingdom and the paradise on earth in the endless wilderness. Why would I need to expedition to Furen? I would not end up like this!

In other words, in that case, if I provoke an invasion war again, I will not fall into the passive state I am in now, but there will be countless Buddhas to use.

As Yamen Khan came to an epiphany, his whole body was covered in golden light, and his body re-condensed at a speed more than a hundred times faster than before. In just a few minutes, a brand new body reappeared in the air.

This brand new body sat cross-legged in the air, with perfect proportions like a statue, and its skin radiated a faint golden light. The killing power entangled around it was also red with gold, becoming extremely holy.

They were no longer circling aimlessly, but turned into a series of killing souls, sitting solemnly behind Yamen Khan. There seemed to be a faint sound of Sanskrit mantras, which made people feel daunted at first glance, and they had the urge to crawl at his feet and worship him.

State Master Skanbuhe shouted excitedly: "The Buddha has returned to his position, and he will definitely lead us to paradise again."

"The Buddha has returned to his throne, and he has ascended to paradise again." The killing lamas shouted excitedly, their bodies aglow with golden light, echoing with Yamen Khan.

Those who were qualified to enter the killing Vajra state all entered it in an instant.

Suddenly, there were thousands of giants in the Tukan army, which had a subversive impact on the entire battlefield.

These killing Vajras shouted the name of Yamen while killing.

They were clearly doing the most brutal things in the world, but they had the happiest smiles on their faces, and the most holy light on their bodies. Those who were killed by them also had the same weird smiles on their faces, as if this was an extremely happy thing.

This extreme contrast is chilling.

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A similar situation also happened on Yamen Khan's thigh, but the one who flew in front of him to protect him was his archbishop Umlant.

Compared with the national teacher Skandbuhe who made a lot of small moves, the first archbishop of the Lord of Murder was much more honest, at least he had no intention of tampering with Yamen Khan's thigh.

Instead, he stood guard beside him vigilantly while reciting the teachings of the God of Murder - the teachings of the former Lord of Murder, Baal.

It seemed that countless voices were responding to Umlant. These gloomy and terrifying voices made people involuntarily think of a scene - a group of cultists hidden in the dark, surrounding the evil altar, reciting strange prayers in unison.

The killing souls wrapped around Yamen Khan's thighs, in this recitation and prayer, drilled into the thighs one after another, and began to reshape with it as the center.

Its reshaping speed was only faster than the other side.

When Yamen Khan, with a Buddha's light and precious appearance, appeared in front of the world.

There was also a person on Umlant's side, but compared with the previous one, this one's skin was pale like a corpse, with disheveled hair. Although he still looked like Yamen Khan, there was a huge scar on his right eye, as if he had been pierced by someone. The breath exuded from his body was extremely cold, which matched his breath perfectly.

Anyone who is familiar with Baal, the God of Murder, can't help but whisper, "Baal is back again" when seeing his current appearance.

Umlant did not compete with the State Master Skandbuh for the head as the main fragment, but guarded a thigh, obviously having his own calculations.

Although he had previously forcibly linked Yamen Khan with the former God of Murder Baal, Yamen Khan has his own will.

His own will is not troublesome and can be easily destroyed, but if he is the leader of a country and the object of loyalty of countless Tukans, it would be more troublesome.

They are loyal to Yamen, not Baal, the God of Murder, which will strengthen Yamen Khan's consciousness.

This led to a serious dislocation when the two sides merged, and their style of behavior tended to Yamen Khan, not Baal.

Now Yamen Khan's will remains with the main fragment. Although this fragment is relatively weak, it can be reshaped according to its own will, and naturally it will show the form of Baal.

"Two Yamen Khans!"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

Especially those Tukan people, for a moment, they didn't know who they should be loyal to.

Although the temperaments of the two sides are very different, they are all grown from the fragments of Yamen Khan's body, which is an indisputable fact.

Fortunately, this problem did not last long.

Yamen Khan, who was guarded by Umlant, had just condensed into shape, and nodded to him and said: "You did a good job. From now on, you are my chosen one."

Then he waved his hand, and the remaining killing souls turned directly into the purest soul energy and poured into Umlant's body.

The first archbishop immediately lived up to his name, and his body revealed the unique brilliance of divinity.

Now Yamen Khan, no, Bal, no longer needs these killing souls as assistance.

Because he is no longer stealing the divine power, but taking back what belongs to him in a proper way. Even if he is only at the semi-god stage, his understanding and control of the killing power is not comparable to Yamen Khan.

"Thank you for your mercy, my Lord. I will certainly do my best to restore the former glory for my Lord." Umlant's words were full of excitement.

This is exactly what he has been dreaming of.

And this is just the beginning. This is the merit of following the dragon. If the Lord of Murder regains his powerful divine power and promotes himself to a subordinate god, it will not be easy.

"Let's go." Bal didn't even look at the Tukan army below, and directly took Umlant away.

In his eyes, this Tukan army is a burden.

The path that Yamen Khan took before was also extremely stupid.

His main priesthood is murder, and killing is just incidental.

Even in his prime, he did not dare to kill recklessly, but only dared to play murder in secret, secretly develop believers, and even sought shelter under the wings of the tyranny god Bane.

Those hypocritical gods of Furen would never let me rejoin the ranks of gods easily.

I must lie dormant again, secretly develop believers, and wait for the right time to make a comeback.

As soon as Yamen Khan and Umlant were teleported away, the cultists who had followed Umlant to join the Tukan army also fled and soon disappeared completely.

Concealment is a necessary life-saving skill for all cultists, and the cultists of Baal are no exception.

It's a long story, but in fact, the three lines were carried out simultaneously, and it only took a few minutes.

By the time Gavin and his men reacted, they had already missed the perfect opportunity to snipe Yamen Khan.

Moreover, the turmoil caused by this incident would directly affect the battlefield, and there were both advantages and disadvantages.

The disadvantage was that nearly a thousand killing Vajras, whose size was comparable to that of cloud giants, appeared at the same time, which was enough to cause a new round of impact on the city defense of Tevram City. If they worked together in groups of three or five, they could directly cross the city wall.

In front of these terrifying existences, those ordinary soldiers had no power to fight back, and they had to send out extraordinary elites to contain them. Not just one person, but a team with extremely reasonable professional matching was needed to have the strength to fight against them.

Suddenly, where could Gavin draw so many extraordinary elites.

The good news was that with the division of Yamen Khan himself, Umlant led the Baal cultists to withdraw, and the undead army was out of control.

Even if there was still one in the air, his control over the undead army was obviously not satisfactory.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see it.

This Yamen Khan in the sky has now deviated from the path of the God of Murder and turned to the Killing Buddha of the Killing Lama. It is unknown whether the priesthood of murder and killing has been affected, but the priesthood related to the undead will definitely be affected.

An army of undead that is not controlled by anyone cannot be called an army.

Because they no longer have a clear purpose, they are only driven by the instinct of the dead - killing.

Compared with ordinary undead, the desire to kill in this army of undead is relatively stronger.

Moreover, their concept of enemies and friends began to become blurred. They not only attacked Tevram blindly, but also showed hostility to those Tukan people, but were forcibly bound by the killing power of Yamen Khan.

But they certainly could not cooperate seamlessly as before, with you in me and me in you.

In a short period of time, this army of undead became a barrier between Tevram and the Tukan people, making it impossible for them to let go.

Gavin and his team did not wait for the Tukan people to attack again.

Yalusel, dressed in military uniform, strode to Gavin and said, "Commander, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and mobilize the cavalry and prepare to go out of the city to pursue. The Tukan army is ready to escape."

The 5,000 Purple Dragon Knights vanguard led by her also joined the defense of Tevram. The Cormier princess has been leading the troops in person and fighting on the front line, almost never leaving the battlefield.

After a day and two nights of fierce fighting, she not only did not show any fatigue, but on the contrary, her morale was high.

Gavin was not moved at all and said, "The Tukan people are ready to retreat, but they obviously don't plan to take this undead army away, and they can't take it away. If we attack rashly, once the other side kills back, we will be trapped outside the city.

Our main task is to defend Tevram City, welcome the landing of the coalition forces, and annihilate the Tukan people. That is your majesty's task."

He did not get carried away by the temporary victory.

Although the Tukan people suffered setbacks one after another, their size was there, still more than 100,000.

Moreover, it was unprecedentedly pure, with no slave soldiers, no army of undead, all Tukan cavalry, and an astonishing number of killing Vajra guarding.

Although Yamen Khan's power was greatly reduced, he could still stand at the top of the secular world. Anyone who dared to underestimate him would be in trouble.

They must be full of anger now, and he would never go out to get into trouble at this time.

His mission was already exceeded by defending the city of Tevram.

"We have the troops deployed by Ms. Strategy, what are we afraid of?" Princess Yalusel tasted the sweetness of the teleportation tactic.

"Ms. Strategy also taught us not to pursue the desperate enemy." Gavin did not tell her that Ms. Strategy had problems now, and even the abilities of the statues were sealed.

All the power was taken away by Ms. Strategy to suppress the killing soul energy of the Kingdom of God.

"But..."

Yalusel wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the cheers from outside.

"The fleet is coming, the fleet of the Furen coalition is coming, so many ships, so many, so many ships."

"The Tukans have withdrawn, the Tukans have withdrawn, we have won, we have won, we have won, our city is saved."

"Praise Lady Strategy, praise General Gavin, they are the ones who have protected our city."

"Gods bless us, we have finally survived this disaster!"

The entire city of Tevram was plunged into a sea of ​​cheers, venting tense emotions and celebrating the hard-won victory.

Gavin's tense face couldn't help but smile at this time and said: "The real master is here, why don't we welcome His Majesty together and make a counterattack plan."

"Okay." Yalusel has been dealing with Gavin for a long time.

He knows that this young general is a man of his word.

Since he has rejected his plan, no matter how soft and hard he tries, he will not nod.

Especially since the Furen coalition has arrived, he will not take risks easily.

A huge fleet appeared on the sea level where the sun was rising. It was so dense that there was no end in sight.

The warship in the front was not only of amazing size, but also had five masts. The key positions of the bow and flanks were inlaid with heavy iron armor. There was an unusual splash of water at the stern, indicating that it had a dual-power mode and its speed was no less than those light three-masted warships.

A huge royal flag fluttered in the wind, with a purple dragon with bared fangs and claws on it.

This warship is called the Purple Dragon. It is the flagship of the Faerun coalition and the most important weapon of the Kingdom of Cormier. More than a hundred pirate warships have sunk in its fire. (End of this chapter)