Chapter 1003： Indigenous gods!

On both sides of the road after the attack, mourning began.

A middle-aged believer who was spattered by the burning dragon, was sitting on the ground and uncovering his burnt leather.

The burnt flesh is revealed, and it is scented with a strange smell.

Inserting the long sword in the hand on the ground, the middle-aged believer reached out and scratched the wound, shook his head slightly.

"Blacksmith, help me cut this piece of rotten meat, I can't do it myself!"

The wrinkled middle-aged believer looked up and shouted at a man who was turning the body.

The man with his muscles knotted his voice and threw away the body in his hand, and at the same time smashed the other's sword.

"This poor ghost, there is nothing worthwhile!"

In front of the middle-aged believers, the blacksmith sipped a sigh of the body that had been burned half of his head by Longyan, with a trace of regret on his face.

"The things of the dead, you have to pick and choose, you can get a sword!"

The middle-aged believer took off his clothes and revealed a strong body full of scars, while biting the wooden stick that he had picked up in his mouth.

The blacksmith glanced at the wound in the middle-aged believer, took a short knife from the tattered leather boots, and slammed it on the cuff.

"I don't like you, so I don't want to enjoy it. What do you have to run to redeem?"

You look at what this demon army has become like now. The evil spirits have not seen it. The killing and looting has done a lot, and who is the demon? ”

"How do they do their thing, at least my purpose is pure, just to drive away the evil spirits, to pay for the sins I committed in the past!"

The blacksmith snorted, and some of his voices were unwilling: "I am not going to kill the demon, but I want to make a fortune with the Demon Legion for my son to go to college!"

Who knows that following this group of poor ghosts, there is not much business at all, I know that I will not come! ”

At the same time as the complaint, the blacksmith put the short knife close to the wound of the middle-aged believer, and pierced the tip of the knife into the rotten meat without any hesitation.

A sharp knife smashed, the fist-sized burnt black carrion fell from the shoulders of middle-aged believers and fell to the ground.

During the entire clean-up process, the brows of middle-aged believers did not wrinkle, and the will was extremely tough.

"Get rid of the cleanliness of your cleanup. This kind of wound is very troublesome. If you are careless, you will rot and pus!"

Middle-aged believers glanced at the wounds, and some dissatisfied said to the blacksmith.

"Hey, why are you afraid of death? Then why did you come back?"

When talking, the blacksmith scraped the short knife in the wound again, kicking all the carrion, and the red blood slowly flowed out.

Take out the herbs in the backpack, pour it on the wound, and then use the cloth and cloth to handle it. The blacksmith stopped busy.

Middle-aged believers are already sweating, and the body trembles from time to time, nodding their heads to the blacksmith.

A glance at the surrounding body, the middle-aged believer half-squatted to the ground, his right hand holding the long sword inserted on the ground, and began to pray with his head down.

"Under your blessing, the lost soul can return to his hometown, and the war dead can rest in peace..."

He is praying for the gods of his own faith, so that these dead demons, the soul can be freed!

Whether or not these demonizers really come for the demon, but as long as they are in the same camp, they are qualified to be called his comrades.

Nowadays, these people from far away die in their hometowns. As middle-aged believers in their hometown, they naturally pray for these dead souls!

The blacksmith polished the sword he had just found, and he was somewhat disdainful of the behavior of the middle-aged believers. He did not pray for the dead like the middle-aged believers.

In the Demony Corps, there are many people like blacksmiths. They just participated in the expedition in order to earn a fortune, not just for the demon.

They are in exchange for a chance to make a fortune, but in the end they can only achieve a small amount of luck.

When I visited the battlefield just now, the blacksmith saw a cobbler in the same city dying in the chaos just now, and the look of the belly and the intestines was terrible.

The only thing the blacksmith can do is to dig a shallow pit later and bury the unlucky one, lest he be ruined!

Just as the blacksmith wondered how to make more money, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit wrong. He looked around and found that the source of the abnormality was on the middle-aged believers.

The middle-aged believers who are squatting on the ground and praying for a long time have gradually exudes a shocking force, as if they are in substance, and people are beginning to become difficult to breathe.

A dazzling light began to emerge from around his body, making people dare not look straight.

"Dangdang!"

The sword in the hands of the blacksmith fell to the ground, and the whole person could not help but kneel on the ground, his eyes filled with incredible colors.

The middle-aged believers at this time, in his eyes, are like gods coming, exuding the majesty of letting mortals fear.

This scene was also seen by the surrounding slayers. While they were horrified, they also chose to squat on the ground and put their palms in their hearts to express their respect.

A devout old priest saw this scene, his eyes flashing with excitement, and his mouth continued to mutter.

“I actually felt the true spirit of the gods. Do they intend to tell us in this way that they have been watching their followers?”

While speaking, the old rituals also fell to the ground and began to pray to the gods of their own faith.

After a minute or so, the middle-aged believers who were half-squatting on the ground slowly stood up from the ground and looked up and glanced around.

At this time, the middle-aged believers were judged as two people!

The traces of the years on his face have long since disappeared, and a pair of eyes have become more profound. It seems that there are endless stars circulating, and the wounds caused by Longyan have now completely healed!

Raising the sword that has become dazzling in the hand, under the watchful eyes of the tens of thousands of slayers, the body of the middle-aged believer has slowly risen.

The sound of majesty and vicissitudes, from his mouth, sounded in the ears of all the demon.

"The extraterrestrial genius is greedy, and the invaded world will be ruined and completely turned into ruins!

Now that they have not officially come, they must stop their actions so as not to happen!

I am Melunes, your strong backing, will fight with you, expel the evil spirits from this world! ”

As the middle-aged believers possessed by Melunes screamed, the sword in his hand slammed into the void, followed by a dark crack in the eyes of everyone.

Through the gap, you can see a bleak world of bleak and smoky, flaming magma rolling in the lake.

Various ugly and ferocious monsters circling in this world and trying to rush out of this gap!

This is a world of gods, and they live here, overlooking the countless creatures of this world!

The world origin that Tang Zhen has been searching for is in the small world formed by the main world. It is no wonder that he secretly searches for several times, but there is no result at all.

Because the power of these world roots has condensed into a solid, become a legendary **** of Tamriel, hiding in the small world!

However, as the date of the arrival of St. Dragon City gradually approached, these indigenous gods who felt the crisis came, finally could not sit still!

So they chose this way to declare their existence and encourage their followers to fight.

The stormy Tamriel continent began to become more chaotic because of civil strife and the emergence of the evil spirits...