Cthulhu Gonfalon Chapter 118:

Sui Xiong doesn’t like fighting, really, this point must be emphasized reads; grabbing love to get married, the president and his wife are limited to 100 days! .

If possible, he actually prefers to live peacefully, basking in the sun, telling jokes, and tossing around with the believers, just like a person who has no worries about food and clothing and has no ideals and pursuits, and he is dying. The days of rubbing will pass, and the whole life will pass… Oh, his “life” may be longer, but it doesn’t matter, just keep it like that.

Although, as a traverser, he has wonderful and powerful abilities, but he really never thought about fighting the world, never thought about punching Nanshan and kicking Beihai, never thought about being invincible in the world. Even if it were not for the needs of his believers and friends, he would not even bother to establish a church, let alone a holy place.

To be honest, he is actually a very unsuitable person to be a “protagonist”, because he lacks the idea of ​​”change”, and he settles to the extreme.

…Who said that he is not a hero with great ambitions, but just a small citizen who always keeps his eyes on the one-third of his own land.

However, if he doesn’t make trouble, things will come to trouble him.

For example, this time, it can be described as “Sit behind closed doors, and disaster comes from heaven.” First, the crazy stupid bird of the Shadow Demon attacked, destroyed the temporary villages of his followers, and killed a large number of believers. Even one of the first core personnel who followed him has contributed a lot to the construction of the church. Satan was killed.

When he finally broke the neurosis, before he had time to chase down to the shadow world, he took the souls of Satan and other believers back, and the goddess of the ocean became nervous again and wanted to take him to the kingdom of God, but I didn’t know. Do you want to kill or cut?

Kouhu! This crazy woman treats herself as the Queen Mother of the West! Even if she was willing to be the **** Lafayette, Brother Xiong would not be interested in pretending to be a Xiaoanzilizi!

Angrily shouted. The fist of the giant jellyfish meets the fist of the giant water element, and its power is infinitely powerful.

The bottom of the sea is bad luck, and the violent torrent swept away almost everything that could be moved. The mud and sand on the bottom of the sea was swept and flowed everywhere, turning a large area of ​​the sea into a black-yellow turbid current. In the turbid current. The four huge figures faced each other in a murderous manner.

“Brother Hemsala, we are going to fight together this time!”

“I, kill Timsar, and then support you.”

“Good!”

On the other side, the Sea Goddess also had some tactical considerations. He ordered Timsar to haunt Hemsala. Wait until he kills the reckless giant jellyfish, and then help it kill Hemsala.

So the battle becomes two separate fights. Hemsala slams Timsar to death, the incarnation of Sui Xionggang’s sea goddess.

There was no fancy or tentative meaning in this battle, and both sides went straight to their full strength. Four behemoths are entangled, anger and wind collide with shadows and undercurrents, and huge jellyfish wrestle with huge water elements.

In the dark and turbid deep water, it is impossible to see the battle between the two sides at all. You can only see the boiling turbid sea surface, the black and yellow turbid current is spreading continuously, and a fierce roar erupts from the bottom of the sea from time to time. Blow up the sea like waves like a hill.

At the same time, the sky that was only gloomy has been completely shrouded in dark clouds at this moment, and the darkness seems to have turned into night. The squally wind and moisture swept the land and sea. The blowing made the vegetation tremble, the humans and animals stood unsteadily, and all the wise creatures were uneasy.

The battle on the other side gradually came*.

The goddess of the swamp is possessed by Shien. With this body that has already been made by him with countless hands and feet, and can give full play to his strength, he beats smoothly, and the poisonous mist vines and various terrifying monsters transformed into divine power are endless. It is simply to use his ability to the fullest.

Look at the opposite. Although the goddess of harvest was angry, she also lowered a lot of divine power. But City Lord Joseph’s body is not very suitable for the **** surrender technique after all. In a short period of time, the channel formed by the pious belief can continuously send divine powers, not only can it be equal to the goddess of the swamp. It can even occupy part of the upper hand reads; the concubine is in trouble, and the prince is very cheating. In addition, He Li, who forcibly transformed the divine creatures, and the survivors of various organizations, a fierce attack, not only defeated the Marsh Goddess steadily, but even his divine envoy, the huge slime monster was killed. .

Behind this glorious record, it has overdrawn the power that his church can use. After this wave of fierce storms, He Li’s soul gradually dissipated, and the body of City Lord Joseph gradually collapsed. On the contrary, it was the goddess of the swamp. After that hard time, somehow her strength improved a lot, and the goddess of harvest gradually couldn’t stand it.

Everyone in the fierce battle didn’t know that just now, in Sheen’s residence, the Church of the Swamp Goddess, which had completely controlled this place, held a cruel blood sacrifice. Sheehan’s wife and two children have all become sacrifices, plus a group of carefully selected branches of the Riley family prepared in advance, blood flowed into a river, crying and wailing echoed in the house, it was like hell. .

As an evil god, the goddess of the swamp has given full play to her advantages in “sacrifice”. As for things that hurt heaven and reason, to these evil gods, he is heaven and he is reason! It is not natural for believers to sacrifice for themselves and mortals to sacrifice for themselves!

In contrast to the goddess of harvest, the “influence” advantage of the good gods has not been fully utilized. According to this situation, a large number of believers should be gathered together to pray and provide emergency assistance to the gods. But the swamp goddess shot was a vicious massacre, killing the devout believers almost to no one. In this way, he was not satisfied, and used the plan agreed with the sea goddess in advance to make the nearby sea people urgent Assembled and launched an invasion towards the city of Gals, forcing the residents to abandon the city and flee.

People who are fleeing, do you have time to gather together and pray together? of course not.

So the Goddess of Harvest can only rely on continuously sending strength from her own kingdom to support the battle here. However, although his power is strong, the channel used to transmit power is not strong enough, and it is gradually breaking down.

In this case, the discerning person knew at a glance that the defeat on the side of the harvest goddess was almost irreversible.

Except for the group of people in the square. Now no one is paying attention to the battle between these two gods. Everyone’s attention has been attracted by the brutal war that is breaking out in the port.

Different from the tentative attack last time, this time the Sea Clan has really moved. Countless murlocs have come and gone. Stepping on the corpses of the same kind rushed up. By slaughtering a large number of murloc sacrifices in the rear, the murloc priests performed collective fury. Every murloc on the front line had a mysterious red light, and there was no fear even in the face of swords. He even often rushed forward desperately, hugged it tightly while being penetrated by weapons, and gave his companions a chance to attack.

Faced with such an attack, the pressure on the Gals Coast Guard and the adventurers suddenly increased, causing heavy casualties. If it weren’t for Lei’s bravery, he would come and go with one sword at a time, rolling up a **** storm. Relying on the violent offensive of the individual brave general murloc, he was forcibly withstood, I am afraid that the entire front has already collapsed.

But even so, their situation is already precarious. From time to time, someone was thrown down by the murlocs, and then a group of murlocs pounced on all sides, with their weapon claws and even their teeth on, and after a short scream, only a **** corpse was left.

The temporary commander of the Gals Coast Guard, the old non-commissioned officer whose hair was a little white, was threw down by a group of murlocs and could not stand up again.

“Go away!” Thunder roared. The long sword seemed to be burning, bursting out with a hot white light, which was a manifestation of fighting spirit. Only the powerful who stepped into the legendary realm can use it.

During the fierce battle, before he knew it, he had already taken a small step forward, almost completely crossing the threshold and stepping into the realm he had always dreamed of.

But he didn’t notice at all. At this moment, his spirit was completely focused on the fierce battle. All he thought about was killing and killing. He didn’t think about anything else.

murloc? kill!

The Murloc Warrior? kill!

The murloc priest? kill!

The Murloc Chief? kill!

The murloc…Uh, this is not murloc reads; the admiral’s starry fantasy journey. It is a siren who uses spells to transform into a murloc appearance.

Kill the same!

The sword light flickered, and the fighting spirit burned. He was racing across the battlefield like a **** of war, without an enemy in front of him.

Not to mention all kinds of fish people. Even those strong marines who disguised themselves as murlocs were equally vulnerable in front of him.

Gradually, his whole person seemed to be burning, and the light continued to condense on him, and a strange breeze was blowing on the **** battlefield, rushing towards him from all directions.

“Dang!” A bell rang, echoing in the ancient temple.

This is an ancient country with the longest history in the most central part of the mainland, and a shrine enshrined by the royal family.

Since that **** night fifteen years ago, the originally lively temple has become deserted. With the desolation of these years, the already old chief priest has become older. In recent years, he has shown the color of old age, as if there is not much time.

He originally sat quietly in the hall, chanting scriptures silently and praying to the gods of faith. Hearing the bell at this moment, a gleam of dim eyes suddenly flashed, and he stood up.

Turning my head and looking, I saw an ancient clock hanging on the side wall sounding silently, and a strange pattern gradually emerged on it.

That is actually not a pattern. It is a text that only priests can understand. It belongs to the text of an ancient civilization that has long since passed away. The text left by their gods symbolizes the glory of the great kingdom.

“Le…Ang…” The old priest read the word hesitantly, trying to recall which of the strongest among the royal family this name is.

After a moment, he shook his head, a little dazed.

Because of the massacre, the eagle’s descendants have been withered in recent years, and there are not many strong people who can handle it. Being able to touch that line, seeing that he would cross the limit of a mortal, he didn’t even call that name even after thinking about it.

Perhaps… not those who have been active in recent years, but some reclusive seniors?

He thought again.

Suddenly, his body shook suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise, showing an expression of disbelief.

He ran, his steps were surprisingly fast, and he couldn’t see any old age at all.

After a while, he came to the classics room, activated a magic circle, and entered a secret room.

That is the truly top secret place in this temple. Only the priests of the past can learn from the gods in prayer~IndoMTL.com~ The priests of each generation have to keep this secret until death, and can’t even tell anyone.

In the secret room is a gloomy void, small lights floating around, like a little starlight, surrounding him.

There used to be sparks here, like a sky full of stars, but at this moment there are only a few rays of light. Even the old-eyed and dim-eyed him can count the number clearly at a glance.

But instead of focusing on the lights in front of him, he looked towards the corner.

In a dark corner, a small light is shining peacefully.

The old man stretched out his hand nervously and touched the lamp with magical power.

The lights grew brighter, reflecting a proud, upright, energetic face.

“It really is you!”

The old man smiled silently, his face full of relief. (To be continued.)