Chapter 8： God's grace

"what happened!"

The Tier 4 magician had quick eyes and quick hands, and immediately condensed an ice crystal shield beside him, but otherwise, he still burned his arm.

Just when Qingyou was speaking, the small fireball that Lin Mo turned into had silently moved to the best position.

The flame explosion that the humanoid team had never expected was the best way to play Lin Mo designed.

Not only the human squad, but the imprisoned cats were also stunned on the spot.

While everyone did not react, Lin Mo condensed a huge face in the middle of the flame, looking down at the cat and the human.

"I, the **** of flames, promised to protect the civets. Are you willing to believe in me and serve me for generations?"

The flames, the hot wind, and the high temperature in front of the eyes distorted the space. In this environment, the cats heard Lin Mo's solemn voice, and even tears were left with excitement.

Cats are a weak race. They usually subordinate to other orcs, and provide power of faith for the gods believed by other races.

Seeing that there are gods who are willing to shelter their own race, the excitement in the hearts of the Civet tribe can be imagined.

"The civet cats are willing to worship the **** of flame for generations to come, serve the **** of flame, and become the most devout believer in flame!"

The patriarch of the civet knelt down in the prison with tears in his eyes.

"The civet family, are willing to worship the **** of flame for generations to come..."

With the patriarch taking the lead, hundreds of civet tribe members knelt together, and the sound of pious oaths resounded throughout the world.

"God punished."

After seeing all the civets swear, Lin Mo's huge flame face turned to the human team, spitting out two words coldly.

boom!

The 500,000 burning value exploded at the same time, and Lin Mo also used compressed flame and burst burning at the same time, and the surging flame instantly filled the entire valley.

What surprised the civets was that the overwhelming flame seemed to be spiritual, and it didn't hurt them. Instead, it passed by them and even burned their cages.

"God's grace is mighty! God's grace is mighty!"

Under such a miracle, the Civet tribe members were even more grateful to Lin Mo, and collectively knelt on the ground and knelt up with tears.

"Ding, burn a Tier 2 knight and gain 60 experience points."

"Ding, burn a Tier 1 knight and gain 40 experience points."

...

Lin Mo didn't have the mind to enjoy the thanksgiving prayers of the civet tribe. He stared at his attribute panel with excitement, watching the experience on it rise wildly.

The upgrade in the early stage was already very fast, and Lin Mo had a hundred times the upgrade rate, and soon, he rose to level 9 Fire Spirit!

Glancing around, those knights and soldiers have all been buried in the sea of ​​flames, only the Tier 4 magician is still breathing on the ice crystal and shield.

"A Tier 4 magician is the best one. Both skills were used and such a big fire didn't burn him to death."

Lin Mo looked at the Tier 4 magician and said playfully.

But even though this guy was not dead, he was almost at the limit at this moment, his magic power was almost exhausted, and the blue wand in his hand was cracked by the fire.

"Great fire... God of flames, these orcs are so inferior and few in number. Please come to our Bernard Empire to find believers. As long as you don't kill me, I can apply to the Empire and provide you with thousands of people. The power of faith!"