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Sui Xiong doesn't like fighting, really, this point must be emphasized.

If possible, he actually prefers to live a peaceful life, basking in the sun, telling jokes, and playing around with believers, just like a person who has no worries about food and clothing and no ideals or pursuits. The days will pass by slowly, and the whole life will pass by in a daze... Oh, his "whole life" may be longer, but it doesn't matter, anyway.

Although he is a time traveler and has wonderful and powerful abilities, he has never thought about fighting against heaven and earth, punching the South Mountain and kicking the North Sea, and never thought about being invincible in the world. Even if his believers and friends did not need it, he would not even bother to build a church, let alone a holy place.

To be honest, he is actually a person who is not suitable to be a "protagonist" because he lacks the idea of ​​"change" and is extremely content with what he has.

...Who said he is not a heroic figure with great ambitions, but just a small citizen who always focuses on his own little land.

However, if he doesn't cause trouble, trouble will cause him trouble.

For example, this time, it can be said that "staying at home, disaster will come from the sky". First, the crazy bird of the Shadow Demon attacked, destroyed the temporary village of his believers, killed a large number of believers, and even killed Satan, one of the earliest core members who followed him and made great contributions in the construction of the church.

When he finally beat the lunatic, before he had time to chase him to the shadow world and snatch back the souls of Satan and other believers, the goddess of the sea went crazy again and wanted to capture him to the kingdom of God. I don't know whether she wants to kill him or cut him.

Nonsense! This crazy woman thinks she is the Queen Mother! Even if she is willing to be the old Buddha who sees ghosts, Brother Xiong is not interested in pretending to be Xiao Anzi and Xiao Lizi!

With a roar, the fist of the giant jellyfish met the fist of the giant water element, infinite power against infinite power.

That seabed was unlucky. The violent torrent swept away almost everything that could be swept away. The mud and sand on the seabed were swept everywhere, turning a large area of ​​the sea into a black and yellow turbid current. In the turbid current, four huge figures faced each other, full of murderous intent.

"Brother Hemsala, this time we have to fight side by side!"

"I will kill Timsala, and then support you."

"Okay!"

On the other side, the goddess of the sea also had some tactical considerations. She ordered Timsala to entangle Hemsala, and wait until she killed the ignorant big jellyfish, and then help it kill Hemsala.

So the battle became two pairs of people fighting separately. Hemsala fought Timsala to death, and Sui Xiong fought the incarnation of the goddess of the sea.

There was no fancy or probing in this battle. Both sides went all out. The four behemoths were entangled together, the raging tide and the strong wind collided with the shadows and undercurrents, and the huge jellyfish wrestled with the huge water element.

In the dark and turbid deep water, it was impossible to see the battle between the two sides. One could only see the black and yellow turbid currents spreading on the boiling turbid sea surface, and from time to time a fierce roar erupted from the bottom of the sea, blowing up waves like hills in the sea.

At the same time, the sky, which was originally just gloomy, was now completely covered by dark clouds, and it was as dark as night. The strong wind mixed with moisture swept across the sea and land, making the grass and trees tremble, making people and animals stand unsteadily, and making all intelligent creatures feel uneasy.

The battle on the other side gradually reached its climax.

The swamp goddess possessed Sheen. With this body that had been made countless by Him and could fully exert its power, He fought smoothly. The poisonous fog demon vines and various terrifying monsters transformed by divine power emerged one after another, and he simply exerted his ability to the fullest.

On the other side, although the harvest goddess was angry, she also sent down a lot of divine power. But the body of City Lord Joseph is not very suitable for the divine descent technique after all. In a short period of time, he can rely on the channel formed by devout faith to continuously send divine power, not only can he fight the Swamp Goddess on equal terms, but he can even gain some upper hand. In addition to He Li, who forcibly transformed the divine creature, and the survivors of various organizations, a fierce attack not only defeated the Swamp Goddess, but also killed her messenger, the huge slime monster.

But behind this brilliant record, the power that his church can use was overdrawn. After this wave of fierce attacks like a storm, He Li's soul gradually burst, and the body of City Lord Joseph was gradually collapsing. On the contrary, after the Swamp Goddess survived that difficult time, her strength somehow increased a lot. As one side grew stronger, the other side gradually couldn't stand it.

The people in the fierce battle didn't know that just now, in Sheen's residence, the Swamp Goddess Church, which had already completely controlled this place, held a cruel blood sacrifice. Sheen's wife and two children were all sacrificed, along with a group of carefully selected branches of the Riley family that had been prepared in advance. Blood flowed like a river, and cries and wails echoed in the house, just like hell.

As an evil god, the Swamp Goddess fully utilized her advantages in "sacrifice". As for harming the heaven and the law, to these evil gods, He is the heaven, He is the law! It is natural for believers to sacrifice for themselves and mortals to dedicate themselves!

On the other hand, the "influence" advantage of the good god was not fully utilized on the Harvest Goddess' side. Originally, according to this situation, a large number of believers should be gathered together to pray and provide emergency assistance to the gods. But the Swamp Goddess launched a brutal massacre, killing almost all of the devout believers. Even so, she was not satisfied, and used the plan agreed with the Ocean Goddess in advance to let the nearby sea tribes gather urgently and invade the city of Gars, forcing the residents to abandon the city and flee.

Do the people who are fleeing have time to gather together to pray? Of course not.

So the Harvest Goddess can only rely on the continuous flow of power from her kingdom of God to support the battle here. However, although her power is strong, the channel used to transmit power is not strong enough, and it is gradually collapsing.

In this case, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the defeat of the Harvest Goddess is almost irreversible.

However, except for the group of people in the square, no one is paying attention to the battle between the two gods. Everyone's attention has been attracted by the brutal battle that is breaking out in the port.

Unlike the last exploratory attack, this time the sea tribe was serious. Countless fishmen rushed forward, stepping on the corpses of their own kind. By slaughtering a large number of fishmen in the rear for sacrifice, the fishman priests performed a collective violent spell. Every fishman on the front line had a strange red light in his eyes, and they were not afraid even when facing swords. They often rushed forward regardless of everything, holding it tightly while being pierced through the body by the weapon, giving their companions a chance to attack.

Faced with such an attack, the Gars Sea Defense Force and adventurers were immediately under great pressure, and suffered heavy casualties. If Lei had not been so brave, one man and one sword whistling back and forth, rolling up a bloody storm, and relying on his personal bravery to forcibly withstand the violent offensive of the fishmen, I am afraid that the entire front would have collapsed long ago.

But even so, their situation was already precarious. From time to time, someone was knocked down by the fishmen, and then a group of fishmen rushed over from all directions, using weapons, claws, and even teeth. After a short scream, only a bloody corpse was left.

The temporary commander of the Gars Sea Defense Force, the old non-commissioned officer whose hair had turned half white, was knocked down by a group of fishmen and never stood up again.

"Get out of here!" Lei roared, and his long sword seemed to be burning, bursting with a blazing white light. This was the embodiment of fighting spirit, which could only be displayed by the strong who had entered the legendary realm.

In the fierce battle, he had taken another small step forward without realizing it, and was almost about to completely cross the threshold and step into the realm he had always dreamed of.

But he didn't notice that at this moment his spirit was completely focused on the fierce battle, and his mind was full of killing, killing, killing, and nothing else was considered.

Fishmen? Kill!

Fishmen warriors? Kill!

Fishmen priests? Kill!

Fishmen chieftain? Kill!

Mercemen... uh, this is not a merman, but a sea monster that has transformed into a merman by magic.

Kill them all the same!

With the sword flashing and the fighting spirit burning, he galloped across the battlefield like a god of war, and there was no enemy in front of him.

Not to mention all kinds of mermen, even those sea clan warriors disguised as mermen were equally vulnerable in front of him.

Gradually, his whole body seemed to be burning, and the light continued to condense on him. There was also a strange breeze blowing on this bloody battlefield, rushing towards him from all directions.

"Dang!" A bell rang, echoing in the ancient temple.

This is the temple of the royal family in the ancient country with the longest history in the center of the continent.

Since the bloody night fifteen years ago, the originally lively temple has become deserted. With the desertion of these years, the already old chief priest has become even older. In recent years, he has shown a look of old age, as if his days are numbered.

He was sitting quietly in the hall, silently chanting scriptures and praying to the gods of his faith. When he heard the bell, his dim eyes suddenly flashed with a gleam of light and he stood up.

Turning his head, he saw an ancient bell hanging on the side wall ringing without wind, and a strange pattern gradually emerged on it.

It was not a pattern, but a text that only priests could understand, belonging to the ancient civilization that had long passed away, left by their gods, symbolizing the former glory of the great kingdom.

"Le... Ang..." The old priest read the word hesitantly, trying to recall which strong man in the current royal family this name belonged to.

After a while, he shook his head, a little confused.

Because of the massacre, the descendants of the eagle have been quite withered in recent years, and there are not many strong men who can show off. Those who can touch that line and are about to cross the limit of mortals, I think about it, there is no one with this name.

Maybe... not those who have been active in recent years, but some secluded predecessors?

He started thinking again.

Suddenly, his body shook violently, his eyes widened in surprise, and he looked incredulous.

He ran, his steps were amazingly fast, and he didn't look old at all.

A moment later, he came to the book room, activated a magic circle, and entered a secret room.

That was the truly top-secret place in the temple, and only the chief priests of all generations could learn about it from the gods in prayer. Every generation of chief priests had to keep this secret until death, and couldn't even tell anyone.

Inside the secret room was a dark void, with tiny lights floating around him like stars.

This place used to be full of stars, like a sky full of stars, but now there were only a few lights. Even he, who was already old and dim, could count the number clearly at a glance.

But he did not focus on the lights in front of him, but looked towards the corner.

In a dark corner, a tiny light was calmly shining.

The old man stretched out his hand nervously and touched the light with magic.

The light became bigger, reflecting a proud, upright, and energetic face.

"It's you!"

The old man smiled silently, his face full of relief.

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