Chapter 1004 Aboriginal gods!
Wails could be heard on both sides of the road after the attack.
A middle-aged believer who was spattered by the scorching dragon flames was kneeling on the ground, peeling off his scorched leather armor.
The burnt skin and flesh were exposed, exuding a strange fragrance.
Putting the long sword in his hand on the ground, the middle-aged believer stretched out his hand to mark the wound and shook his head slightly.
"Blacksmith, help me peel off this piece of rotten flesh. It's inconvenient for me to do it myself!"
The wrinkled middle-aged believer raised his head and shouted to a man who was picking up the corpse.
Hearing this, the man with muscles all over his body threw away the corpse in his hand and picked up the opponent's sword at the same time.
“This poor guy doesn’t have anything valuable on him!”
The blacksmith squatted in front of the middle-aged believer and spat on the corpse with half of its head burned off by dragon flames. He took one sip with a hint of regret on his face.
"You still have to be picky about the dead man's things. It would be great if you can get a sword!"
The middle-aged believer took off his clothes, revealing a strong body full of scars, and at the same time, he took off his clothes casually. He picked up the wooden stick and bit it in his mouth.
The blacksmith glanced at the wounds on the middle-aged believer, pulled out a short knife from the tattered leather boots, and rubbed it hard on the cuffs a few times.
"I'm not like you. I don't enjoy all the blessings. Why do I have to come here to atone for my sins?
Look at what this demon-slaying army has become now. The demons outside the world didn't look at it. Yes, we have done a lot of burning, killing and looting, but we don’t know who the demons are?”
"What they do is their business. At least my purpose is pure, which is to drive away the demons from outside the world and pay for the sins I committed back then!"
The blacksmith snorted coldly, with a bit of unwillingness in his tone. : "I'm not going to slay demons, but I want to make some money with the demon slaying army. For my son to go to college!
Who knew there wouldn’t be much business with these poor guys? If I had known, I wouldn’t have come!”
While complaining, the blacksmith held up his dagger. He got close to the wound of the middle-aged believer and without any hesitation, he pierced the tip of the knife into the rotten flesh.
As soon as the sharp knife cut it out, the fist-sized piece of blackened rotten flesh fell from the middle-aged believer's shoulder and fell to the ground.
During the entire cleaning process, the middle-aged believer did not frown, and his will was extremely tenacious.
"Get rid of you and clean it up. This kind of wound is very troublesome. If you are not careful, it will rot and pus!"
The middle-aged believer glanced at the hideous wound and was a little dissatisfied. said to the blacksmith.
"Hey, why are you afraid of death? Then why did you come here in the first place?"
While speaking, the blacksmith's short knife scraped the wound again, kicking away all the rotten flesh. Falling out, the bright red blood slowly flowed out.
After taking out the herbs from the backpack and pouring them on the wound, the blacksmith stopped working.
The middle-aged believer was sweating profusely, his body was shaking from time to time, and he nodded to the blacksmith to thank him.
After glancing at the corpses around him, the middle-aged believer was half-kneeling on the ground, with his right hand holding the long sword stuck on the ground, his head lowered and he began to pray.
“Under your protection, the lost souls can return to their hometowns, and the war dead can rest in peace...”
He is praying to the gods he believes in to let these dead demon slayers Our souls can be liberated!
Regardless of whether these demon slayers really come here to slay demons, as long as they are in the same camp, they are qualified to be called his comrades. Nowadays, these guests from far away have died in a foreign land. As a middle-aged believer from the same hometown, it is natural for them to pray for these dead souls!
The blacksmith was polishing the sword he had just picked up. He was a little disdainful of the behavior of the middle-aged believers and did not pray for the dead like the middle-aged believers.
There are many people like blacksmiths in the demon-slaying legion. They took the risk to participate in the expedition just to make a fortune, not just to slay demons.
They are exchanging their lives for the opportunity to make a fortune. However, only a small number of lucky people can achieve their goals in the end.
When he was inspecting the battlefield just now, the blacksmith saw that a cobbler from the same city had died in the chaos, with his stomach and intestines pierced.
The only thing the blacksmith can do is to dig a shallow hole later and bury the unlucky guy, lest he die in the wilderness!
Just when the blacksmith was thinking about how to make more money At that time, I suddenly felt that something was wrong with the surrounding atmosphere. I looked around and found that the source of the abnormality was the middle-aged believer.
The middle-aged believer who was half-kneeling on the ground praying gradually began to exude a frightening power, as if it were substance, making it difficult to breathe.
A dazzling light began to emerge from around his body, making people afraid to look directly.
"Bang!"
The sword in the blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.
In his eyes, the middle-aged believer at this time was like a god descending, exuding a majesty that frightened mortals.
This scene was also seen by the surrounding demon slayers. While they were shocked, they also chose to kneel on the ground and put their palms on their hearts to express their respect.
When a pious old priest saw this scene, excitement flashed in his eyes and he kept mumbling to himself.
"I actually felt the real aura of the gods. Are they planning to use this method to tell us that they are always watching their believers?"
While speaking, the old priest also knelt on the ground and began to speak to us. Keep praying to the gods you believe in.
After about a minute, the middle-aged believer who was half kneeling on the ground slowly stood up from the ground, raised his head and glanced around.
The middle-aged believer at this time is completely different from the original one!
The traces of time on his face have long disappeared, his eyes have become deeper, as if there are endless stars flowing, and the wounds caused by the dragon flames have now been completely healed!
Raising the long sword that became dazzling in his hand, under the gaze of tens of thousands of demon slayers, the middle-aged believer's body slowly rose into the air.
A voice full of majesty and vicissitudes came from his mouth, ringing in the ears of all demon slayers.
“The demons outside the world are greedy by nature, and the world they invade will destroy all life and turn them into ruins!
Now they have not officially arrived, so they must stop their actions to avoid disaster.
I am Merunes, your strong backing, and I will fight with you to drive away the demons from this world!”
As the middle-aged believer possessed by Merunes roared, the sharp sword in his hand struck into the void, and then a dark crack appeared in everyone's eyes.
Through that gap, you can see a strange world that is extremely desolate, filled with gray fog and black smoke, and flaming red magma is constantly rolling in the lake.
All kinds of ugly and ferocious monsters are circling and roaring in this world, and trying to rush out from this gap!
This is a world belonging to the gods. They live here, looking down at the countless creatures in this world!
The origin of the world that Tang Zhen has been searching for exists in these small worlds formed by the main world. No wonder he has searched secretly several times, but has never found any results.
Because the original power of these worlds has been condensed into entities and become legendary gods in Tamriel, hiding in the small world and unable to come out!
However, as the date of the arrival of Holy Dragon City gradually approaches, these indigenous gods who feel the crisis are coming, finally can't sit still!
So they chose this method to announce their existence and encourage their believers to fight.
The precarious continent of Tamriel began to become more chaotic due to civil strife and the appearance of demons from outside the world...
(End of this chapter)