Ah Dai's running speed can reach 150 kilometers per hour. Although it is not as good as the super sports car in the world of Earth, its advantage lies in the fact that it has no requirements for road conditions. It does not require detours when encountering ditches, or even mountains and deep ravines. You can cross it by slowing down slightly. You can walk straight and no turning. If you really calculate it, the straight line distance that can be run at the same time will be far more than four wheels.

It ran 200 kilometers at the fastest speed and showed fatigue, but it could persist for a long time, which shows that its endurance was also excellent.

"Is it fun to run away now?"

Luo Chong landed and rubbed its big head. Ah Dai was extremely happy and kept rubbing his body, licking his palms, and whimpering in his mouth, not knowing what to do, and he seemed very excited.

The temperament characteristics of a dog have basically not changed. If the owner takes it to run, it will be something that makes it happy and excited.

Luo Chong didn't want to get tired of it, so he temporarily put it into the soul-devouring space, let it rest and eat something to replenish its physical energy.

With the remaining 200 kilometers of distance, Luo Chong landed on the Saint Island in Shengen Lake after only ten minutes at the maximum speed.

In just half a month, the collapsed and shattered temple ruins have not changed at all. It is not a small project to clean up these millions of tons of gravel.

In order to summon the demon Bal, Saint Island lost more than 100 highest-level believers. Even if there are still remaining, they are some low-level believers. In addition, a rapporteering army of thousands of people stationed in the outer area of ​​Shengen Lake.

On that day, the temple was attacked by the slaughtered angels, and the apologists did not show up at all. It was not that they were timid, but that they did not know about this at all, because the senior believers on Saint Island knew that this was a battle between gods and demons. No matter how many mortal troops were, it would be in vain and would not play any role.

Looking at it today, there is a camp on Saint Island. Luo Chong is suspended in the night sky of 300 meters, counting silently with audio-visual connections. There are 800 soldiers in the camp. The individual strength is not weaker than the Scarface Tiger, the leader of the bandit, and its strength or flexibility attributes exceeds twenty points.

These 800 people should be the most elite battalion in the Abbot’s Army.

The army organization in the small world of Tang and Song dynasties was mostly composed of ten people, with a sergeant; ten troops were teamed with a centurion (or brigade commander); ten troops were a battalion, with a number of 800 to 1,500 people, and the highest commander was a commander of thousands, or a general. This was the lowest-level general.

Three thousand to five thousand men serve as troops, six thousand to ten thousand men serve as troops, and controlling a legion of 30,000 to 50,000 is the peak of the general: the general.

There were seven generals in the Song Dynasty, two of the oldest serving in the capital, and five other young men led their troops abroad, namely the commanders of five regular legions.

At this moment, the battalion of 800 people that Luo Chong saw were stationed on the Saint Island. This was not a good phenomenon for the Temple believers. It was likely that they were facing some kind of crisis or some pressure from the outside world, so they needed the apologists to land on the island to guard the island.

It was late at night, and the center of the temple ruins was still brightly lit. More than a dozen believers in robes were holding some kind of worship ceremony or regular prayer rituals.

Luo Chong thought for a moment and landed, more than 20 meters above the ground, which caused several exclamations and was discovered by the believers below.

Luo Chong's tone became stronger and he said coldly: "The demon gods you originally believed in have long been gone, and have been destroyed by the gods in the heavenly realm. Even their leader, Demon King Edisha, did not dare to show up. He made a fight with the killing angel, and only sent a demon to deal with it."

More than a dozen believers have pale faces and trembling bodies, but they are indisputable. It is indeed an indisputable fact that the faith channel has been closed for more than a thousand years. The inheritance and continuation of these devout believers is only a kind of spiritual support.

Luo Chong waved his heavy hammer and continued to destroy their hearts: "The only function of more than a hundred elders and high-ranking priests dedicate their lives is to open a temporary passage. Even if their souls can go to hell, they will only become the meal of other demons. What to say to serve the demon gods? It's ridiculous. Those demon gods are gone, who are they going to serve?"

Puff

There were several religious believers with relatively fragile mentality who fell to the ground, as if they had no bones in their bodies and had lost all their support.

The devil's way is extremely cruel. If the souls of believers go to hell, if they cannot find their master, there will be no other demons willing to accept them, and they will only be ruthlessly swallowed up.

What serves demon gods and the eternal life of the souls all turn into bubbles, and the end is extremely miserable. It is not as good as ordinary people who have no faith, at least they can become dead souls, and they can still have a chance and expectation to struggle in the hell plane.

However, the souls of the devout believers will not be transformed into dead souls, but will only enter hell in the form of a pure soul. If the demon master is not received, it will be as conspicuous as the Kongming lantern wandering in the night sky, and will immediately attract countless demons or high-level dead souls. If they can survive for more than ten minutes, it will be considered a miracle.

The end of being devoured is to lose everything, not to mention the eternal life of the soul, even the chance of reincarnation is gone. How miserable is this.

After sticking to the faith for so many years, what they got was this ending. Their spiritual pillars would naturally collapse instantly, which would be even more turbulent than a billionaire who woke up from sleep and became a pauper and became a paparazzi.

Moreover, they knew in their hearts that Luo Chong was not lying, but they ruthlessly broke the window paper they had never wanted to admit and faced.

The leader of the church was the most calm. He trembled and Qiqiai Ai said, "But you are still just a demon, you are not a demon god."

The words mean that you are still just the son of the demon and have to stay in the mortal world for a long time. You may not go to hell for thousands or tens of thousands of years. If we bet on you, we will die if we live for decades. If the soul goes to hell, we will not have a master to accept it, and it will not be the same end?

"Don't worry about this. If the believers who believe in me in everything, their souls will go to hell. The top demon gods in the hell plane will accept you. They are thousands of times stronger than those of your original demon masters."

Luo Chong smiled and said, "The demon god I have chosen for you is still above the demon king, only under the greatest demon lord of hell."

Top Demon God

The person Luo Chong mentioned must be Bubble's mother's super succubus.

More than a dozen believers looked at each other, feeling a little dazed: There is still such a thing? It sounds unreliable, why do you play house like a child?

The leader of the believer asked carefully: "Your Highness, is the demon god you are talking about your father or mother?"

"It's my woman."
Chapter completed!