Sheltai still has nearly a thousand soldiers. It is logical that evenly matched battles should not show a one-sided decline.

But in addition to the morale gap, his army was also seriously insufficient in ability. Among his subordinates, there were very few high-class believers because he hated high-class subordinates.

In his opinion, loyalty was just a helpless act under forced mercy. Every subordinate of his subordinate was wearing the cloak of loyalty. In fact, they were potential betrayers. Even if some people did not betray until their death, they could only say that they had not found the right opportunity.

In fact, not only Sheltai thinks so, but most nobles think so.

But Sheltai will firmly implement his ideas. Since his subordinates are potential betrayers, the best way to treat them is to try not to let their subordinates have the ability to betray them.

The believers of the higher class obviously have strong abilities, just like his general Breton and the fifth-level believers of Taltaros, who were almost invincible.

But he actually betrayed himself because he was treated unfairly. What's the use of such a person staying? This allowed Sheltai to further verify his ideas. Those who are capable are disloyal.

Civil officials should try not to choose those who are too smart, military generals should not choose those who are too strong, guards should not choose those who are high-level believers, and the most powerful guard captain is only at the third level.

Just now, the captain of the guard was swept away by a ball of black fog and disappeared.

The remaining group of first- and second-level guards were struggling in vain, and a strong man with thick hair was ending their lives in the simplest way.

"The great prophet told me that you were abandoned by the gods!" Og killed an escort with a war hammer.

"The great prophet told me that you will eventually give your life for your arrogance and stupidity!" Another crisp sound, and the bursting brain splashed Sheltai's face.

He had never seen Og before, and he didn't know why this strong man with blood-filled pupils was so angry.

He is at the sixth level and Og is at the fifth level, but Sheltai is not good at fighting. Seeing Og approaching step by step, he could not even think of a rule that restricts Og.

Forbid the other party from using skills?

It seems that Og did not use any special skills. He is very strong and has Prometheus's guidance, but these are more like talents.

Are you even limited in talent?

But most of the troops I brought were Titan believers, and I had to rely on my talent to fight against the enemy.

What about the military generals? He brought many generals. Although the class is not too high, there are eight generals of the fourth level. Where have they gone?

"Stop looking for it, here!" Mirlo threw two heads at Sertai's feet. His face was covered with blood and a hideous smile.

"There's another one here." Worm tightened the spider silk, and a general wrapped in the spider silk was cut into pieces of meat.

"There are also here." Bruto was following a general towards Shelthai. He did not chase or force him. The general took the initiative to walk towards Shelthai.

The flesh on his body was falling down piece by piece. Every time he fell off, he could see a bloodless bone, like a decayed corpse for a long time, but he was still alive and he was still calling on the Grand Duke.

"There are also here!" Ashuraf flew over the sky and threw down a pile of broken bones.

Medusa laughed loudly in the distance and stroked a stone statue.

The desperate Sertai finally saw a general rushing over. Before he could approach, he was shot through his head by Toka.

Hydra dragged a green body and threw it in front of Sheltai.

Eight generals gathered together, and Sertai's guards were almost killed by Og.

There are many Titan troops in the west, and they may be able to leave with their cover. Sheltai just ran two steps when he suddenly saw the earth cracking and a large area of ​​soldiers fell down. The remaining Titan believers were being torn to pieces by Titan's believers.

Sheltai cursed: "Breton, you traitor, you dare to appear in front of me!"

Breton smiled and said, "Are you angry? I will be even more excited about it!"

"Here and here..." Sheltai was in a hurry and could only use the rules, but there was not much divine power left, so he could only use it once.

"Say it," Mirlo licked the blood on the blade, "I'll say it after thinking about it, and if I say it wrong, I'll die."

You can't say it now. If you say it wrong, you will die. You have to choose a better opportunity. There are still many soldiers fighting in the east. Sheltai fled east and suddenly felt dizzy.

Rahn Pigu was singing a loud battle song and reaping the enemy with the Divine Punishment Army. The hymn made most soldiers lose their resistance, and the dense holy light turned the soldiers into coke in pieces.

Stanley was very dissatisfied with this: "You are so cruel, leave two more bodies for me!"

A thousand soldiers were quickly massacred. Sheltai gathered the last little soldiers and won him a chance to escape. He set a rule that no one was allowed to leave the battlefield, but he himself was not bound by the rules.

He set the edge of the battlefield at his feet, and he could escape the battlefield with one step, but there were two fatal threats wandering outside the battlefield, one was Medusa and the other was Ashuraf floating in the distance.

One was in the sky and the other was on the earth, and two people surrounded Shertai.

Medusa was easy to say, her speed was not fast, but Ashuraf was very difficult to deal with, and a cloud of black mist was always wandering above her head.

Sheltai must get rid of Ashuraf as soon as possible. The scope of the rules is limited. When he leaves the battlefield and reaches a certain distance, the rules will expire and Manda's subordinates will soon chase after him.

Escape to an open area, Sheltai suddenly stopped running away. He turned around and shouted at Ashuraf, "Here! No one in the air can hurt me!"

Ashuraf was shocked and quickly landed on the ground.

In fact, this is just Sheltai's bluff. Anyone with some common sense knows that this cannot be a rule. The conclusion, "You can't hurt me." What's the fairness of this?

But Ashuraf really believed it. During the duel just now, the fear of being completely dominated by the rules was deeply rooted in his heart. He did not forget Manda's despair when he was helpless, nor did he forget Lesio's tragic death.

Seeing that the plan was successful, Sheltai shouted again: "No one can pursue me at this time and here."

Ashuraf really dared not chase after him. Sheltai looked at Ashuraf with a mocking look, turned around and ran away. As soon as he ran two steps, Manda suddenly appeared in front of him and inserted his golden finger into his chest.

I wanted to cut his head, but Manda was so worried that it didn't even pierce his heart.

Sheltai knew what he was scruples, so he took two steps back, broke free from his golden finger, coughed violently, and said with blood foam: "You can't kill me, don't forget the oath made in front of the Squetis River, you win, I will never step into the southwest again, but you must let me go!"

"Okay, let you go," Manda nodded, "I cut your hands and feet, plucked your eyes, cut your tongue, dig off your bloodstone, and then load you into the carriage and send you back to Miaoyin City. This is not considered as breaking my oath."

Sheltai was frightened and doing so was not considered a violation of his oath.

"You can't do this. I'm fighting Barker. If I die, the whole kingdom will return to the hands of the God-Punisher. Then the Southwest will not be spared, and you don't want to see such a result!"

"How could I bear to let you die? You are the great King Sertai I! I will accompany you back to Miaoyin City, and I can continue to be a government official for you. No, I am not a government official. I almost forgot that you are all kings. I am your government minister. I want to kill your wife and children, your brothers, all your relatives, and take away everything you have. Wouldn't such an ending be more perfect?"

Sheltai breathed hard and said, "From the day I occupied Bluestone City, I can level the entire southwest, but I gave you a chance to duel. If it weren't for my tolerance, the entire southwest would have long become scorched earth. You shouldn't have done this! You have no reason to do this!"

"Reason?" Manda smiled, "I'll tell you the reason. My family, Encia, is lying in the cemetery, Marquis Weberna is lying in the cemetery, more than twenty heroes are lying on my position, and the Minister of Government is lying on the battlefield. You bastard dare to ruin his body. How many other reasons do you want? Ashuraf, come and hold him down for me!"

Ashuraf shook his head repeatedly: "I can't go over, I can't chase, this is the rule."

Manda said angrily: "He has a bullshit rule. His divine power has been exhausted long ago. Come here immediately!"

In the past, Manda could have settled Sheltai himself, but this time he was not reckless because he was exhausted.

Before that, he had to bear at least 70% of the pressure on Kronos, otherwise Longerson would have been pressed into meat sauce.

But this almost exhausted his divine power and physical strength. In addition, he had previously forced to chase Sertai with the second-level skill. Now he was standing there, his legs were still trembling.

This is the best time to eliminate Sheltai. You must not be reckless, fail, and you must not make low-level mistakes. You must use the most reliable method to solve the problem.

Ashuraf came to Sheltai carefully, and was indeed not punished by the rules. He quickly held down Sheltai with his hands.

Sheltai struggled hard, and Manda raised her golden finger with a hideous smile.

"I cut your legs first to prevent you from running around."

His finger was about to fall, and suddenly saw Sheltay struggle with a hand and take something out of his arms.

It's a sickle, a very small sickle!

Manda was shocked and took two steps back, reminding Ashuraf to be careful.

Ashuraf mistted his body and was about to dodge, he suddenly saw the sickle in Sertai's hand turning into more than four feet long, and the blade slashed through a black mist behind him.

Ashuraf fell to the ground with a whimper. After he mistted his body, no weapon could hurt him except for the golden fingers, but he didn't expect that the sickle would do it.

Needless to ask, this is Kronos' artifact, and Sheltai has already obtained the artifact.
Chapter completed!