The Original Seeker Chapter 290: 3 British wars

　　Ramdor threw out a bold statement, and the surface of the gilt-like body began to show many tiny electric arcs that were almost invisible to the naked eye.

　　 There was no more scenes, he held the special spear in his hand and directly broke into the opponent's main formation.

　　 "Damn it!" The three leading people were only half a second slow, and they were already rushed into the team behind them by Ramdor, who was moving at supersonic speed.

　　 This is not an ancient rushing formation. It can fly at supersonic speeds, and its projections are stronger than stainless steel enemies. It is simply not possible to pile up casually depending on the number of people.

　　 Unless there is a huge imprisonment circle that can prevent the enemy from escaping, they can only fight to the end, otherwise it is just a guerrilla warfare. This kind of monster also makes the vast majority of soldiers desperate.

　　 He doesn't have the awareness of soldiers to soldiers and generals. It is Ramdor's true thoughts that he can cause the greatest degree of damage to the enemy.

　　Since Ramdor entered the coalition formation, golden thunders flashed around him, and these thunders continued to attack the soldiers below.

　　The soldiers who were struck didn't suffer any physical damage, they just put down their weapons one after another, sat on the ground regardless, and fell into deep thought.

　　 After a while, some of them suddenly picked up the weapons in their hands and chose to sever themselves. Some picked up the weapons, shouted the holy name of Ramdor, and fired at their colleagues.

　　 "Ramdor, is this what you call Mind Thunder?" The three finally stopped the opponent's advance, preventing him from harming the troops under the scourge.

　　"You heretics, you need to accept true faith. I am just teaching them to think about what is right and what is wrong."

　　 Ramdor's face was as usual when he was stopped. He didn't care about the hundreds of thousands of troops under him. The entire invading army could be called his opponent, after all, there were only three people in front of him.

　　 As for the coalition under their leadership, if they didn't stop them, he would be able to kill them in half a day.

　　 After hearing the two key words of pagan and faith, Pope Gondor of the Guangsheng Church was obviously a little uncomfortable. He is a rare devout among the high-levels of various countries, and he is extremely sensitive to the issue of faith.

　　 "You, the so-called one-wheel god, is just a hypocritical personality god. Mortals can never understand the greatness of God!" Gondor almost roared out these words.

　　 The faith in the Light Sacred Church has always been an invisible, intangible, and omnipresent god. It is an impersonal god. There is no present-day image. All the depictions of his image are wrong.

　　 "Thinking is the greatest enemy of faith. What you call thinking thunder is nothing more than some vulgar brainwashing." On the side, Xiliu, who belongs to the European Union, is a vampire who has no faith. He sees these things more clearly. clear.

　　 Eight years ago, he was ordered to investigate the mysterious death of his family, Ogolas, and he left the blood base camp. After the investigation mission was completed, he was arranged to enter the then-new European Union to wait for an opportunity.

　　 This also saved his life in the end. By the time Sakarski completely awoke and slaughtered all the vampires, Hiliu, who was at the headquarters of the European Union, managed to escape by relying on the headquarters' defensive formation.

　　 Today, Hiliu has become an absolute high-level in the European Union organization. The identity of the blood family has not brought any obstacles, but is a help.

　　The rich knowledge brought about by his long life made him a pioneer in the study of Fu literature; and after the demise of the blood clan, he also returned to the blood clan headquarters, turning the accumulation of so many people over the centuries into himself. Of wealth.

　　 "God of blood, you are too much nonsense." Ramdor shot Shiliu with a shot.

　　 "Bang!" Xiliu took the long sword in her hand to parry.

　　 It's just that there is still a considerable gap in absolute strength between the two sides. After one round, Ramdo did not retreat, but Xiliu retreated nearly ten meters.

　　"This monster! How did he cultivate!" Xiliu, who had obtained the treasure of the blood family, thought that his cultivation speed was amazing enough, but compared with Ramdor, the two were still not on the same level. .

　　 In this era, everyone who can stand out naturally has his advantages.

　　 Ramdor was able to cope with the offensive of the three at the same time, but he was still able to deal with it. The absolute strength and speed even put the three of Gondor at a considerable disadvantage.

　　 "Sister Wuzhi, why is there a monster like him? Even with your help, I still can't compare to him in strength." Christine, who is also on the stalemate battlefield, has become accustomed to encountering him. Questions about the bracelet are undecided.

　　"The so-called round of religion has hundreds of millions of believers. Ramdor, who claims to be the incarnation of a god, is equivalent to a **** with hundreds of millions of believers, even if he leaves 20% of the power of faith to his men. , There is still 80% left in my hands."

　　"That is the equivalent of 80 million people to support him. If he weren't afraid to absorb too quickly and lose himself and become a slave kidnapped by faith, he would have been invincible." During the fierce battle, the bracelet heard Such a spirit wave.

　　 "It's a pity that the old man in Gondor is still unfazed by the past. He is resolutely unwilling to go to gods by himself, and he is unwilling to make me cheap. Otherwise, based on the base of our Guangsheng religious believers, such a super strong can also be created~IndoMTL.com~ Christine’s words were quite unhappy with Pope Gondor.

　　 "I think you are wrong. There is no free lunch in this world. There is no such thing as a good thing that can become stronger so easily. After all, the power of faith is a sweet poison."

　　"Whether you are willing or unwilling, if you absorb the power of faith from the believers, you will be influenced by them in your thinking. The power of faith is, in the final analysis, a kind of spiritual power."

　　 "That said so much, is there a way to deal with this monster now?" Among the three, Christine is relatively weaker, so the pressure he faces is greater.

　　 "No, ask for more blessings, you are getting stronger now, at most I can only try my best to tear the space once before you die and remove you."

　　 "Huh?!"

　　The four people's hard fight spread to hundreds of kilometers around, and allied soldiers suffered heavy casualties wherever they went, they could only crawl away from the moving direction of these monsters fighting.

　　 It’s just that their speed is too fast, like a natural disaster like a tsunami, even if it can be observed from a distance, mortals are still unable to avoid it.

　　 They are moving at supersonic speeds, and they often run over them before the soldiers underneath can react. Whether it is an armored vehicle or a battlefield jeep, everything is as fragile as a toy.

　　From this point of view, Ramdor, who only brought three hundred holy spirits in the sky, seemed quite foresighted. He didn't need to worry about anything. Anyway, all his vision was enemies. You can attack boldly with confidence.

　　The situation of the three people in charge of the siege is a bit embarrassing. Most of the people underneath are their own subordinates, so it is difficult to be cruel and launch a mass destruction attack regardless.

　　 Of course, the premise of all this is that Ramdor is strong enough to not be afraid of the siege of all the strong opponents.