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So the battle fell into a repetitive process again: the lumberjacks - the bald man with a few elites - the lumberjacks, and so on, like a meat grinder, destroying the skeletons that kept rushing up.

However, without the defense of the wooden fence, relying on manpower to resist the endless army of skeletons was not a good choice after all.

As the battle continued, more and more lumberjacks began to be injured. Because of the influence of the injuries, their physical strength dropped rapidly. There were fewer and fewer lumberjacks who could continue to fight, and the bald man's rest time was getting shorter and shorter. Later, he had to fight on the front line all the time, relying on his personal bravery to keep the front line from collapsing.

This bald man is indeed a tough guy. As the battle continued, his wounds continued to increase, and gradually bloodstained. But he gritted his teeth, not only did not retreat, but he did not even show a bit of weakness, and fought hard.

But courage alone is not enough. Looking at the increasing wounds on his body and his gradually slow movements, you know that he can't hold on for long.

Seeing that the bald man was about to collapse, Sui Xiong nodded secretly and jumped out from the depths of the woods.

Perhaps this village had other means, but Sui Xiong could not watch a hero fight bloody battles to protect others while he stood by and watched.

The huge body stirred up a strong wind, and the huge tentacles waved, breaking trees and overturning the ground, leaving a terrifying mark on the ground like a tornado passing through, pushing Sui Xiong forward quickly, and soon crossed a distance of almost ten miles and rushed to the open space in front of the village.

"Demacia!"

The giant jellyfish yelled the game lines in a language that no one in this world could understand, swung its tentacles, and smashed hard at the skeletons that gathered together and rushed towards the village gate.

Boom!

At least hundreds of skeletons were smashed to pieces by this blow, and even the ground was smashed into a deep dent. The majestic power of the giant beast was fully demonstrated in this blow.

For these guys who were only bones left, the giant jellyfish was too strong.

"Kouhee! You bunch of losers, see! I am strong, super strong, and absolutely irresistible!"

Sui Xiong laughed loudly, waving his tentacles and beating the skeletons. Although he actually only exerted a small part of his strength, this level of strength was enough to sweep away thousands of troops.

The villagers who were originally in a bitter battle were stunned. They never thought that things would turn out to be so unexpected.

A Garen jumped out of the bushes. Game veterans have experience, but a big dragon fell from the sky. Who would have thought of such a ridiculous thing?

Fortunately, Sui Xiong transformed this body into a quite gentle one. Apart from its large size, it was not particularly ferocious. It had a thick skin, plain color, and no patterns or deformities on its body. It was nothing more than a big thick-skinned tentacle monster. In comparison, those skeletons were actually more terrifying.

This is like an elephant and a mustache dog. Although the elephant is much bigger than the mustache dog and can kill the mustache dog in seconds, in terms of appearance, the elephant is much more amiable than the mustache dog.

Especially when the elephant is still protecting you from being hurt by the mustache dog.

Seeing Sui Xiong sweeping through thousands of troops, with his tentacles waving in all directions, and bones flying all over the ground, many villagers cheered.

However, behind the crowd, in the stone house where Sui Xiong's soul could not penetrate, a pair of old eyes not only did not show any joy, but were shocked and angry.

"What a hell! Where did this legendary creature come from!" The chief priest of the Night Watcher Temple in Baiye Village stared fiercely at the giant beast that was killing people in the group of skeletons, and was so angry that even his beard was shaking.

He spent a lot of time and energy, consumed a lot of resources, and arranged several backup plans. He was ready to take advantage of the siege of the skeleton army during the Ash Night this year to greatly improve the level of belief in his own god in the village, develop more fanatics, and kill the bald guy who always encouraged the villagers to be self-reliant and self-reliant, which was a great hindrance to his missionary work.

Originally, everything was going well. It seemed that as long as he followed the plan, the bald guy would be finished soon. At that time, he would use his trump card and make a brilliant appearance as the savior. Those villagers would definitely bow down to him - oh, no, they had already bowed down to him, but they were not sincere enough. They had to worship sincerely, like himself, and dedicate everything to His Majesty, so that His Majesty could gain more faith and practice his own life value. After the end of his short life, he would go to His Majesty's kingdom with his head held high...

He prepared everything very well, followed the plan, and was in control.

But this damn monster ruined everything!

Damn! This huge body and powerful strength should be a ferocious legendary monster. It should be a monster that causes great suffering to all living beings and makes people tremble with fear. But how could it come to protect humans!

The chief priest in black robe is already very old. When he was young, he was an adventurer who traveled all over the continent, spreading the glory of the gods he believed in while accumulating wealth and improving his strength. He had also seen those huge monsters, which had the power to make people despair. They used their power to do whatever they wanted and were arrogant and domineering.

But now, he saw a monster beyond imagination.

Powerful, but not vicious, but very friendly.

More than once, he saw the monster deliberately avoid harming the villagers during the battle. Sometimes it would rather suffer a small loss and be attacked by the skeleton a few times, but would also try to protect the villagers.

There is no doubt that this is a monster in the good camp. Perhaps it is not a human being, but comes from some world full of glorious peace and warmth.

Celestial creatures? Celestial jellyfish? Never heard of it...

A little doubt, but more anger. For the old priest who has experienced many ups and downs and failures, the failure of his plan is actually not a big deal. He can tolerate failure when he is about to succeed. It is more of a disappointment for the future.

Since that big guy is so friendly to humans, he is likely to stay in this area and become a role similar to a patron saint. With its protection, the nearby villages will no longer need to rely on divine power to survive the crisis. This may not be a big problem for the Good God Church who are good at treatment and other methods, but for the Evil God Church like them, which relies on fear and threats to maintain, it is simply a disaster!

Not to mention that good and evil have been mortal enemies since ancient times. This kind monster even fights and kills relatively less evil undead souls. Will it show mercy to myself, the evil priest who is so evil that his heart and lungs are completely black?

I'm afraid that after it wipes out the skeleton army, it will destroy His Majesty's holy residence at dawn...

The old priest's chest heaved violently like a blacksmith's bellows, and his anger burned like a furnace fire with enough wind, making him almost go crazy.

Absolutely intolerable!

Fear and anger made him walk around impatiently, and also made the surrounding girls who were serving as altar men feel uneasy. Fortunately, he quickly woke up and regained his composure.

Anger cannot solve the problem, but will bring more problems. He needs to calm down now. Things are not completely hopeless yet.

At this time, the power of mortals is useless, and we can only pray to the great gods for wisdom.

"Loyal night watchman, sleepless one guarding the Holy Gate, your servant prays here. The servant's small wisdom is no longer enough to deal with the situation at hand. I pray that you will guide your great and vast wisdom and tell the servant what to do!"

His prayers went unanswered at first, but soon the small shrine began to glow with a strange light. The light was pure black, but it was inexplicably dazzling, with warmth and coldness coming out at the same time, which was very strange.

Along with this strange light came an inexplicable will. This will came into contact with the old priest and then disappeared immediately, along with the strange light, as if it had never appeared before.

"Strange! Is it my imagination?" When the light appeared, Sui Xiong felt that the aura that made him hate suddenly strengthened. He subconsciously looked at the stone house, but he didn't see anything special. When he planned to take a closer look, When he took a closer look, the aura had disappeared and everything was as usual, which made him wonder if he had just had an illusion.

However, this thought was only fleeting. It was not an easy task to deal with the skeleton army while properly protecting the villagers. At this moment, he was suppressing most of his strength, which was even more difficult. There was really not much room for distraction.

Anyway, the days are long and there is plenty of time to communicate slowly, so he is not in a hurry.

But he was not in a hurry, but his enemy was.

In the stone house, in front of the shrine, the old priest who had closed his eyes to pray opened his eyes. There was no longer worry and anxiety in his eyes, but a look of ecstasy.

"Great! The time to go to my Lord's Kingdom has finally arrived! The most glorious moment in my life has finally arrived!"

He laughed, opened the box where he kept his treasures, and took out a wooden stick.

There are many stains on the black wooden staff. If you look closely, they seem to be the traces left after the blood has dried. The smell of blood in the air also proves this. One section of the wooden stick is extremely sharp, and there are two blood grooves. Once it penetrates the prey's body, blood will spurt out along the blood grooves, soaking the special patterns on the wooden stick. Those "patterns" can convert blood into magic power, quickly build a miniature sacrifice circle, and turn the victim into a sacrifice to the evil god.

Many years ago, when the old priest was still a young priest, he spent a huge price to ask an equally evil magician to make this wooden staff. He named it "Sacrifice" and used it to complete the work. Many sacrifices were made, and the gods were pleased with these sacrifices more than once.

The reason why he was able to become the chief priest of a holy place with mediocre qualifications was largely due to this wooden staff.

And today, he will use this wooden stick again.

This time, he will offer the best sacrifice!