Chapter 520: Eternal Lord of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect, I am your humble believer
The underground world beneath the earth is full of mystery for life on the surface.
Gold everywhere, majestic dungeons, black dragon's treasures, spiders, poisonous snakes and traps everywhere, these are the stereotypes of the underground world that surface life has.
The dungeon tribes living in the underground world also have many unrealistic fantasies about the surface.
And this fantasy accidentally came into reality a few months ago——
A powerful surface lord broke into the underground world.
Later, the human lord from the surface created a legend that the gray dwarves offered a bounty of tens of millions of units of food.
And this was just the beginning. In just two months, the surface lord ended the dispute between the gray dwarves and the dungeon barbarians in Bloodhoof City with absolutely powerful tactics.
As the overlord, the gray dwarf was severely trampled under the feet of the opponent.
The human lord from the surface became the virtual master of the underground world.
And as Bloodhoof City began to conquer the entire underground world and took all the land into its hands, everyone felt sincere awe for the human lord from the surface.
The other party's reputation rose to its peak.
Richard.
This name is even comparable to the gods in the eyes of many dungeon beings, and many people even think that the other party is the incarnation of the gods.
And with everything that happened in the underground world, the other party's already exaggerated prestige was once again strengthened——
After Bloodhoof City conquered the underground world, it ordered everyone not to allow any more wars and conquests against each other.
This land, which has been at war every day since its birth, has ushered in unprecedented peace.
Some weak tribes have not been oppressed by other powerful tribes for several months, and have never been in danger of survival.
More importantly, the surface lord also issued an order-all races can produce weapons and sell them to Bloodhoof City in exchange for food.
God of the dungeon, what a merciful policy this is! !
That is food, food that can save lives! !
Many hungry dungeon races experienced the feeling of being full for the first time. For the first time, they did not have to send their old people out to die in the wilderness when food was in short supply
According to Maslow's needs theory, physiological and safety are the lowest needs.
It is also the need that is most likely to give people a sense of satisfaction and happiness.
After these two aspects were resolved, Richard's reputation in the underground world once again experienced an exaggerated surge.
The Tuk tribe, a tribe of black-feathered people living in the Rift Hills, was no exception. They were also full of awe for the lord from the surface.
The Cracked Hills are a hilly area covered with cracks.
The earth here is cracked, the terrain is criss-crossed, and there are cracks everywhere, making it perfect for hiding.
In addition, this land is entirely composed of rocks and dry hard soil. It does not produce any food except a small amount of moss in the dark places, so there is no strong race stationed there.
This also allowed the weak Tuk tribe to survive.
The Black Feathers are a group of humanoid beings whose bodies are covered with black feathers and whose average height is only one meter seven.
The average level is 5, and the most powerful tribe leader is just a level 7 hero with potential as high as D level.
As long as they leave the Rift Hills, any powerful race can bully them at will.
If it hadn't been for its high fertility rate and sensitive perception, it would have been destroyed long ago.
But the surviving Tuks were not much better. Even if the lord from the surface formulated many favorable policies, it had nothing to do with them.
Because the Tuks are not good at forging weapons.
So while other tribes are becoming rich and stable, their food is still in short supply, and every month older members take the initiative to enter the wilderness.
As a member of the Tuk tribe, Jike is a level 5 black-feathered swordsman.
He has been away from the tribe for a full month and a half.
Food was so scarce last month that he had to venture into the wilderness in search of food.
Unexpectedly, they encountered the army of Bloodhoof City on the way and were forced to hide. They did not dare to return until a few days ago when they were sure it was safe.
Walking into the familiar cracked hills, Jike was very excited.
Not only because he came back alive, but also because in order to avoid danger, he accidentally broke into a silt swamp shrouded in fog.
In that swamp, he found a land where a large number of edible mushrooms grew, enough to feed all the tribesmen for three months!
This is an amazing wealth! !
There is pride in the heart of a hero returning.
After the tribesmen know the news, they will definitely wear an iron medal for him!
The pace couldn't help but speed up a bit.
His body was strong and fast as he flew across the cracked ground.
When they entered the area where the Tuk people were stationed, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in their ears.
Dang Dang Dang~
The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the cracked hills.
Jike stood on the high ground of the hill and looked down. He immediately saw many tribesmen who were collecting moss in the cracks of the rocks climbing out of the cracks and quickly heading towards the direction of the sound.
Jike had some doubts in his heart. This was the bell that summoned everyone for discussion. What happened?
But the excited and excited expressions of the tribesmen made him feel as if something had happened.
The bell that seems to ring rarely seems to be ringing frequently lately, so that everyone does not feel so panicked.
In a confused mood, he immediately followed the pace of his tribe.
Not long after, Jike followed the black-feathered people into a dry, cracked hilly valley.
As soon as I stepped into the valley, I immediately saw several familiar figures.
Waved and shouted a few times.
Several people immediately turned their heads in surprise and rushed to Jike's side.
"Jike, I thought something happened to you. Why did it take you so long to come back?"
Jike said loudly.
"I went outside to look for food."
He said with eyes filled with pride.
"I found enough mushrooms to feed me for three months in a foggy swamp!"
As soon as I said this, I was mentally prepared to be praised by my friends and amazed by the people around me.
But after waiting for a while, he was surprised to find that no one cared about him.
What is going on?
Full of doubts, several companions around him lowered their voices.
"Jike, don't speak so loudly in the Holy Land."
Jike's face was full of doubts. When did this place become a holy place?
"But, I found food"
"We know, let's prepare for the arrival of the Preacher."
"That food"
"The Preacher has given us enough food to fill ten caves! We have no shortage of food!"
When Jike heard this, his face was filled with astonishment.
"Who is the preacher?"
Why were they given so much precious food?
"Who is the Preacher? The Preacher is the envoy of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect!! He is a believer of the great master and a great figure who gives us the Tuk tribe hope and help!!"
The more he listened, the more confused he became.
Full of confusion, he was about to ask, but his companions beside him were already impatient and pulled him towards the center without giving him a chance to speak.
"You will know when the messenger of God comes."
There is a tall boom in the center of the valley, with a hollow stone tied to it. On the other side, an iron block is tied with a hemp rope made of bark. As long as the iron block is pushed gently, it can knock and make a sound. .
At this moment, a figure that was taller than an ordinary black-feathered man was knocking on stones.
Crisp sounds came out one after another.
Wait until the number of people gathered in this valley has reached a certain level.
Only then did the tall black-feathered man stop.
The moment the bell sounded, there was a commotion below.
"The patriarch, the great preacher, are you here again?"
"Is it today?"
"Why don't you see the God Envoy?"
"I can't wait to listen to the teachings of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect."
Looking at the excited crowd, the Tuk tribe leader stretched out his hand and pressed down.
After his voice calmed down a bit, he spoke in a high-pitched tone.
"The great messenger of the gods, Lord Zarok, has arrived."
"Kneel down and welcome the messenger of my god!"
As soon as the words fell, all the black-feathered people below knelt down and shouted loudly with passion and madness on their faces.
"Great messenger of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect, believers who are eternally loyal to the Dark Ancient Tree Sect, welcome your arrival!"
Amid waves of fanatical calls.
Huhu~
The sky suddenly darkened.
I saw an undead dragon burning with crimson flames, flapping its wings and flying out from the other side of the valley.
Roar~
The undead dragon looked up to the sky and roared.
The terrifying dragon power surged out like a tsunami at this moment.
The Black Feather Man, whose average level was only level 5, immediately felt the pressure that penetrated deep into his soul.
That is the oppression of lower-level beings by higher-level beings, and they are not immune.
After the giant dragon circled in the sky, it swooped down and landed in the center.
Bang~
The ground shook, and the other party stood in the valley like a stone monument, giving people a strong visual impact.
The next moment, this behemoth slowly lay down.
Ta Ta~
A tall figure stepped down from behind.
At this moment, the eyes of all the Black Feathers became excited.
The great preacher has arrived! !
Jike, who followed Daliu and knelt down, immediately looked up.
A three-meter-tall terrifying life was reflected in the pupils——
The other person's upper body was that of a human, wearing a dark brown priest's robe.
He held a pure black book in his hand, which exuded waves of magic power and held an indescribable mystery.
The face resembles that of a dying person suffering from pain, ferocious and terrifying, and the densely packed evil runes engraved on the skin make people feel chills running down their spines.
The lower body made Jike feel suffocated. It was a body that was completely opposite to the human body - a spider, yes, a spider!
The eight arthropods pierced into the ground like sharp knives, with large patches of fine hair growing on them.
The body is wrapped in hard bone armor, and three rows of uneven barbs grow from the head to the back, giving people a strange and cruel feeling.
Just from the appearance, it gives people an exaggerated sense of oppression.
If you add those scarlet eyes, its intimidating power will increase tenfold!
Evil, chaos, cruelty, bloodthirsty, and all the auras of dark life are permeated in it.
Evil walks with darkness.
But what is surprising is that this extremely evil existence that makes people's hearts tremble actually gives people an inexplicable feeling of holiness.
Sacrosanct.
The two strange auras mixed together, making it difficult for Jike to describe his inner feelings.
He turned to look at his partner beside him, lowered his voice and whispered.
"Is this the preacher? Which sect is he? Can he really bring hope to the Tuk people?"
His heart was still full of doubts and reluctance. He had paid so much for his people, and it didn't matter that he didn't get respect. He also let outsiders take the lead.
Several partners said with firm eyes.
"The Dark Ancient Tree Sect is the sect that comes to save the Tuk people, and it is also the basis for us to become stronger. Jike, wait and see how my god blossoms his power!!"
Looking at his partner's fiery eyes, Jike was a little confused. Why did the clan members change so completely in just over a month?
Does this dark ancient tree sect that does not exist in the dungeon pantheon really have such a powerful power?
Are you really here to save them?
"But, I have never heard of this sect"
As soon as the doubtful words were spoken, several people next to him immediately became excited.
"That's because God has just woken up. Just wait and see, Lord Zarok will answer all your questions."
While several people were talking in low voices, the terrifying being with the body of a spider slowly stepped forward.
After scanning around with oppressive eyes, he slowly raised the black book in his hand and sang softly.
"The great god of the dark ancient trees, who returns from eternity."
All the black-feathered people kneeling on the ground followed him in chanting at the same time.
‘The great god of the dark ancient trees, who returns from eternity’
The voices were uniform, sonorous and powerful in the dark valley, filled with unspeakable solemnity and holiness.
Inexplicably, Jike felt solemn and inviolable.
My inner emotions were immediately suppressed, and I began to hold my breath and listen carefully.
The preacher's voice continued.
"He is the immortal Lord, the master of the power of decay, the embodiment of darkness, and my salvation."
‘He is the immortal Lord, the master of the power of decay, the embodiment of darkness, and my salvation’
"He is eternity. He stops in the past, appears today, and will exist in the future forever. He is here, now, and forever!"
The voice suddenly became louder.
The next moment, the black-feathered people in the valley immediately showed excitement and fanaticism.
"He is eternity. He stops in the past, appears today, and exists forever in the future. He is in the past, today, and forever!!"
The moment these words fell, Spider Preacher suddenly raised the black book in his hand, and majestic energy surged out and quickly condensed in the sky.
At the same time, the voice in his mouth suddenly became high-pitched.
"O God of the Great Dark Ancient Tree, your devout believers are willing to dedicate their faith, their souls, and their eternal faith to you!"
"Great God, Lord of endless darkness and corruption, humble believers beg for your mercy and attention!"
The moment when the melodious words of prayer fall.
The energy surging from the Book of Darkness spread out, directly condensing into the void a shadow of a giant tree over fifty meters high.
The leafless branches were as hideous as the arms of a dead man, and there was a twisted face on the rough trunk, exuding an evil aura as if it had just crawled out of the abyss.
If there were soldiers from Twilight City here, they would immediately recognize the life in the picture.
The ancient divine tree.
The top boss of Twilight City.
After the phantom appeared, the black-feathered people immediately went crazy.
Each of them clasped their hands on their chests and began to pray with the most pious gesture.
"Eternal God of Dark Ancient Trees, praise your power, praise your majesty"
"O great God of the Dark Ancient Tree, your humble followers dedicate themselves to you."
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All prayers name the Dark Elder.
That pious and humble posture made Jike next to him feel hugely inconsistent and unacceptable.
The Tuks had never believed in gods before. Although he was in awe of those beings who controlled supreme power, such a humble salute still touched his sensitive nerves.
Why should we believe in each other? Is it just that the other party is strong?
This was the biggest question in his mind.
And right now.
On the illusory scene in the sky, the twisted and dark figure looked towards him.
Jike suddenly felt like his whole body was frozen, and his thoughts suddenly stopped.
The whole figure seemed to have fallen into icy water and could not breathe.
That is a majestic existence. Watching him!
At this moment, a deep, thick voice slowly sounded.
"Reborn soul, I will reward you with strength"
As the words fell, a majestic energy surged out of the illusory picture and poured directly into Jike's body.
The next second, Jike felt that something deep in his blood that had been sleeping for a long time had awakened.
Click~
The invisible shackles were broken.
Jike felt the severe pain of his flesh and bones being crushed, and he subconsciously let out a low roar from his throat.
Along with the pain, he felt that every part of his body was full of strength.
After a dozen breaths, when he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that he had been promoted from level 5 to level 8.
One level higher than the leader of the Tuk tribe! !
The image of him staring blankly at the sky was unbelievable.
Level 8, this is level 8!
For the Black Feather Man, this is a level that is difficult to reach in his lifetime, but now, he has been rewarded.
Be rewarded by the great god.
Lord, God has sent down His grace! !
The resisting emotions in my heart collapsed in front of the huge surprise.
Without the slightest hesitation, Jike knelt down and bowed to the ground in the most humble manner.
His tone was almost crazy.
"Great Lord!! Thank you for your gift, your humble believers will definitely protect your glory with their lives and souls!!"
After the words fell, a thin white line that could only be seen by the missionary in front - the spreader of evil - rose from the top of his head and quietly merged into the illusory ancient tree of evil.
"Listen to my oracle and follow my teachings carefully, and you will gain my attention."
"It is your glory to believe in me."
"I come from the past, stand today, and exist in the future."
The words gradually fell, and the illusory figure slowly disappeared.
The black-feathered people in the field were becoming more and more excited and excited at this moment.
Everyone looked at Jike who had just been promoted with hot eyes.
Shout loudly.
"Praise the God of the Dark Ancient Tree!!"
When the atmosphere reached its peak, the evil communicator looked at everyone with scarlet eyes and said slowly.
"My god fell into a deep sleep after the First War of the Gods. He didn't wake up until tonight when he sensed the crimson moon rising."
"My God is immortal and the only Lord who can protect you."
"My God is regaining strength and needs you to pray in the most pious way."
"When you are pious enough, you will feel the gaze of my God."
The moment the evil communicator finished speaking.
Suddenly, the entire valley sounded majestic and solemn voices from all directions, layer upon layer, as if to purify their souls.
"Great God of Dark Ancient Trees, you are the controller of eternal power, you are the leader of the gods, you are the true god of the world, you are our only eternal faith, you are the whole of our life, we thank you and praise you , we dedicate our loyalty and faith to you, and we are willing to sacrifice our souls and lives for you until eternity.”
No one spoke, but the voice repeated over and over again, like the whisper of the thoughts cast by the god of the dark ancient tree.
When all the Black Feathers saw this scene, their hearts immediately became tense.
This is the great Lord watching over them!
Subconsciously recite the prayer along with the prayer.
This picture is solemn and serious.
After taking a deep look at the scene, the Evil Spreader sat on the flying dragon again, whirring, the dragon wings flapped, and flew away from the valley.
"Believers of my God, pray in the most pious way."
"God is watching you."
Flying not far from the valley, the Evil Spreader pulled the reins, causing the Crimson Moon Skeleton Blood Dragon below to slowly stop.
At this moment, there are more than ten other bipedal flying dragons staying in the sky.
Seeing the spreader of evil, a bipedal flying dragon at the front approached, and a gray dwarf dressed in exaggerated and luxurious clothes looked at him with admiration.
"Zarok, your ability is indeed extraordinary. This is already the third tribe to convert its faith."
He said it meaningfully.
"As long as you can keep it up, Master, I will definitely grant you the status of a hero in the future."
Being promoted to a hero is the ultimate dream of almost all soldiers. It is a desire engraved in the soul.
Even the extraordinary soldiers - the spreaders of evil are no exception.
The scarlet eyes showed some emotion, and after calming down, he said.
"Lord Brown, after more than a month of preaching, the teachings of the Dark Ancient God Sect have been gradually improved, and we can try to promote it on a large scale."
He looked at the other flying dragons.
There were more than a dozen humans standing on the back of the flying dragon, men and women.
Brown was also in a somewhat uplifted mood.
As the first gray dwarf to be recruited, his status in Twilight City is not low.
After there were no problems in Furnace City, Karu temporarily left the matter of spreading the sect in the underground world to him.
Over the past month, he had witnessed with his own eyes how the Dark Ancient Tree Sect spread among these tribes.
Although there were many mistakes along the way, they were all resolved by the extraordinary soldier in front of him - the Evil Spreader.
Other bipedal flying dragons also gathered around at this moment.
A middle-aged lady with two long scars on her face approached and said slowly.
"It is indeed a good way to use magic sound boxes to enhance the atmosphere and continuously strengthen believers' understanding of the doctrine."
"Sir Brown, I suggest that for future missions, a missionary room can be built specifically to place the magic sound box"
Brown subconsciously glanced at the valley where the Black Feather Man was, and the fanatical prayers were still coming.
Nod.
"Not only that, we can also use the magic sound box to spread some stories about the Dark Ancient Tree Sect."
"Even in the future, we can use the magic sound box as a means to preach."
He said in a rather excited tone.
"Zarok can temporarily store the power of faith and then supply it to believers. This allows us to continue to create miracles without consumption. If we continue to expand, sooner or later we will have greater effects."
As he spoke, he was a little surprised. When he learned about this mission, he was quite uneasy in his heart.
It is extremely difficult to spread a sect that has only been created for a month or two and have followers believe in it.
But I didn't expect that all kinds of difficulties are not worth mentioning in front of the extraordinary soldier called the Evil Spreader.
Coupled with the summary, improvement and repair of a powerful support team, the Dark Ancient Tree Sect has become more penetrating.
The missionary work is progressing rapidly.
"Maybe one day, the Dark Ancient Tree Sect will spread throughout the underground world, and everyone will become a believer in the sect."
Brown was very emotional after saying this.
"What a pity. It would be great if we were a real sect."
The moment these words were spoken, the expressions on the humans on the back of the flying dragon were a little subtle.
They were slaves bought from Solan City and were specifically responsible for the revision and formulation of doctrine.
If it were a real sect, they might not have such a big role
The evil communicator took a deep look at Brown at this moment.
"Lord Brown. Who said that the Dark Ancient God Sect is not a real sect?"
Brown was stunned and said subconsciously.
"Isn't this the sect we created?"
The evil communicator's eyes are somewhat sacred and hot.
"No, Lord Brown. It was created by us before, but just now, I felt the dark ancient tree absorbing the power of faith under the crown of the god."
"The power of faith can only be used by gods with authority."
"I feel the power of the scorching sun under the crown of the dark ancient tree."
"Although my god is still very weak, he is growing."
As he spoke, his tone became more and more high-pitched.
"The Dark Ancient God Sect is not an illusion, but has a true god."
Really, really God? ? !
Everyone's eyes widened and their breath suddenly froze. (End of chapter)