The battle ended in half an hour.

The gate of the Doracs' siege is open, and Rennes is welcomed into it.

He walked on the ground stained with blood, and knelt along the road with barbarians of the Dorak tribe, and there were trolls and centaurs in the crowd. Men, women, young and old, looking at Rennes entering the city in the form of a victor, his face was filled with panic and fear.

"For Bandcoul!"

With a roar, several adult barbarian men and women suddenly rose up and rushed towards Rennes with bare hands and fists, and arrived in front of them in a blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang bang!

The roaring gunshots rang out and several barbarians were shot into pieces.

A layer of invisible shield appeared outside Renn's body, bounced away the enemy's blood and his body was spotless. In the sky, the Holy Spike Knight who had just shot the assassin turned his gun and headed towards the position where the assassin was lurking, directly clearing the area.

There is also a Holy Spike Knight who threw grenades from the sky.

Explosions and screams mixed together, and a few seconds later, nearly a hundred savage corpses were lying among the ruins of the destroyed house.

The Doracs's hamlet was built on the mountain, and the assassination at the city gate almost made everyone in the entire tribe see it.

An extreme warrior shouted loudly: "Dare to offend the consul, kill you without mercy!"

This kind of ruthless killing that one person was exposed and a hundred people could not bear even the brave and fearless barbarians. The entire tribe was silent. The other Doraks who tried to assassinate lowered their heads and hid their thoughts deeply.

Renn's face was calm, and the assassination did not slow down his pace. He walked up the mountain like a leisurely stroll, reaching the largest building in the Dorak Castle.

This is a temple of Bangelko.

It is made of neatly cut rocks, dark and solemn, and the tall temple spire looks like a crown, which is awe-inspiring.

The Dorak tribes have believed in Banlko for hundreds of years and have also given birth to the chosen ones. Their worship of the Black Emperor was deeply rooted and formed an institutional culture dominated by "tyranny" and "fear". Banlko's temple is not only the most sacred place, but also the ruling center of the tribe.

Rennes came to the clearings in the temple.

Commander Marius, Kui Lu, Kestagin and others were all here and saluted Rennes.

Marius took off his helmet from the power armor, his face remained calm, but he could not hide his joy. He reported: "Sir, we have won!"

Renn nodded slightly.

The Doraks are the overlords of the southern part of the Sain Plateau, but compared with the Extreme Team and the Knights of the Holy Lance, the strength gap is as great as a world of difference, and victory is natural.

The battle just now was notorious.

Thirty extreme warriors wearing power armor fell from the sky, performed the beheading tactic, defeating the patriarch of the Dorak tribe in one minute, and destroying his close guard.

Then the Knights of the Holy Lark then took advantage of their air control to shoot enemies from high altitudes beyond the range of bows and arrows and spears.

The Cold-toed Grey Lizard Cavalry, which the Doracs relied the most, were shot into a sieve as long as they dared to emerge and could not organize a decent resistance. The trolls, ogres and centaurs they enslaved surrendered immediately when they saw that the enemy was so terrible.

The half-hour battle was mostly suppressing the counterattack of the Doraks.

If it weren't for leaving more survivors and providing Gilman with the power of faith in the future, more than 200,000 Rak tribes would have been killed long ago.

Even so, the casualties in this battle exceeded 20,000, reducing the population of the Dorak tribe by one tenth.

The city of Dorak was bleeding, but all the blood was bleeding were the Doraks.

Winning the war is the easiest step.

For Marius, the real difficulty was how to rule the Dorak tribe and force them to change their belief in Banlk.

"Bring the man up," Marius ordered.

Footsteps came from the temple.

Two extreme warriors wearing power armor came out with a strong barbarian. He was a typical Dorak barbarian. He was about two meters tall and was one head shorter than the Makuragians, but his figure developed horizontally and his weight was no less than that of the Makuragians.

The barbarian was stripped of his armor and exposed his bloody body.

There were some wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, which were very rare for barbarians. However, his body was stronger than that of young people. His legs had been broken and there was a bloody hole in his abdomen that was bombarded by a bomb gun. You could see the internal organs inside, but they were still struggling and screaming, as if they were unconscious of the pain on their body.

The extreme warrior held his arms and shoulders tightly and rushed to Renn. The soul eye showed that this barbarian was a legendary high-level.

"Sir, he is Kashke, the patriarch of the Dorak tribe."

Hearing Marius's words, Kashke suddenly stopped struggling and stared at Rennes in front of him. His bloody eyes showed endless hatred. He sensed Rennes's holy soul aura. A trace of confusion and fear flashed in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice in imperial language: "Are you the consul from the Empire?"

"It's me." Ren replied.

Kashke shouted angrily: "The Doraks have never violated the empire, and I have no grudges with the lord. Why do you collude with the Makurages and attack my tribe?"

"There is no reason, it just happened that many of the Lak tribes were in my way." Renn's tone was lightly silenced, "Unfortunately, you are still believers of Bandcourt."

Kashke couldn't understand the first half.

But the second half of the sentence made him remember the God he worshiped and shouted wildly: "I am the high priest of God. God is watching us. If you have the courage, you will kill me! Sooner or later, one day, my Lord will conquer the whole world and everyone will surrender under His throne!"

"I know." Ren nodded.

Kashke was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself what do you know?

"I know Balcock is looking at us, so what?" Renn showed a look of contempt on his face. "It's just an evil god, and he can only escape in front of the goddess' magical glory." He looked up at the sky, as if he was talking to Balcock, provocatively: "Do you dare to descend the saint incarnation to fight me?"

Kashke was stunned.

Marius, Kuilu and others were also frightened by Rennes. A mortal dared to make such a provocation to the gods.

Everyone was nervous, afraid that the next second Bangelko would descend to incarnate and punish the arrogant mortal. Then they waited for more than ten seconds without any reaction from the sky.

Rennes withdrew his gaze, looked at Kashke, and sneered: "Look, Bandko can't even conquer me, and he dares to talk about conquering the whole world?"

"This is impossible!"

Kashke's eyes were unbelievable, his belief collapsed, he shook his head and shouted, "You are lying! Yes, you must be lying, what trick did you deceive God..."

"I don't believe it!"

"My Lord will surely conquer the empire and destroy the church of Vijenesse, and will surely..."

Kashke's call spread throughout the Dorak tribe.

Suddenly, he sensed a terrifying magic wave, and the source was the humans in front of him. Countless lightning elements surged from all sides, like waves, forming a lightning storm visible to the naked eye, and condensed in an instant, turning into a ball of light the size of a fist, gently floating in the other party's hands.

Nine Ring Spell!

This is a nine-ring spell, and the casting speed is almost instantaneous. This small ball of energy light emits a terrifying aura.

He is the Holy Soul Wizard!

Before Kashke's thoughts could be settled, Renn's palm moved slightly, and the light ball on his hand turned into a lightning bolt and disappeared in front of him.

The trajectory was captured from the corner of his eye, and the target of the spell was a temple not far away.

As soon as Kashke turned his head, an infinite light and bright burst out from his vision. White light filled his eyes and could not see anything. There seemed to be a sudden thunder sound in his ears, but no shock wave hit him. When he recovered his vision, he found that the Temple of Bangko, which he had worshipped for his whole life, had disappeared.

The temple seemed to have been erased from the world, and there was no trace of gravel.

There is a pit on the ground with a diameter of dozens of meters, with neat edges, as if it was cut with a knife.

Kashke couldn't believe his eyes. In the city of Dorak, there were more than 100,000 barbarians, trolls and centaurs, all of them were Bandko's believers. When they saw the temple being completely destroyed, they were stunned at first, and then they felt boundless anger.

Hundreds of barbarians immediately rose up, shouting the name of Bangelko and rushing towards the temple.

They were greeted by the bullet storm.

Kashke ignored the screams of his tribe members, and his whole body was trembling, "You...you dare to destroy the temple. This is an unforgivable blasphemy to God. You are dead..."

Renn didn't even look at him.

He looked up at the sky as if waiting for something to happen.

A few minutes later, the rioting barbarians had been killed completely, and thousands of people were shot, but Banlkow still did not respond.

Kashke was furious all the time, and then gradually became numb. Finally, he found that Banlkor had no response to the blasphemy, and he was finally disappointed.

Everyone in the Dorak tribe was also wailing.

The beliefs in their hearts collapsed together like a destroyed temple.

"Bankor has given up on you." Rennes' voice came into the ears of more than 100,000 Raks, "just like giving up other believers before, in His eyes, when you are useless, you are just garbage that you can throw away at your fingertips."

Many people were angry in their eyes and tried to refute, but the bodies of the tribesmen in front of them reminded them that this was the end of resistance.

No one spoke any more except for a few scattered barbarians who jumped out and were shot and killed.

The seeds that shake faith have been planted.

Rennes didn't speak anymore. It was not his duty to spread Gilman's teachings, so he could only let Marius do it next.

But not today.

Changing faith is not a matter of one day or one night. Too much or too little. Today is enough to reach this point. Further, it will arouse the bloodline of the most primitive barbarians of the Doraks and fight against the conquerors to the death.

Renn nodded at Marius.

"Kill him."

Marius gave the order.

Kashke realized that the deadline was approaching, and struggled desperately but to no avail. An extreme warrior raised his giant sword to slash his head.

The Doraks did not react much when they saw the patriarch being executed. Instead, some people showed a happy expression on their faces, and they were even very happy. Kashke ruled the tribe with fear and iron blood for hundreds of years. People only had fear and hatred for him, without a trace of love and support, and their hatred for him was even more serious than conquering him.
To be continued...