Global Descending:Survival in the Sand Sea

In a moment, the Scythe of War completed the preliminary transformation of Moro's body. He waved his hand to summon the war scroll suspended on the altar, preparing to bring a successful conclusion to the secret ritual of war resurrection.

"You are willing to believe in me and become my fighting spirit, and you will live forever!"

The majestic sound of the Scythe of War was transmitted to the Emerald Island through the war scroll, ringing in the ears of all intelligent creatures staying on the Emerald Island at this moment.

"No, we were fooled. This Heart of War is clearly a bait thrown by the evil god. It appears very strangely. It is clearly designed to lure us into a fight to the death so that we can sacrifice to the damn evil god!"

When the sound of the Scythe of War resounded through the Emerald Island, all the forces participating in the fight for the Heart of War suddenly realized that what they were fighting for was not an immortal treasure at all, but an evil thing left behind by the fallen evil god seeking to be resurrected.

"run!"

At this time, the leaders of the various forces on the Emerald Island have no intention of replaying this war that was like a joke. At this moment, everyone wishes they had more legs to escape from the clutches of the resurrected evil god.

"Run? What a joke. Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving. You all can become my fighting spirit!"

The right hand of the Scythe of War holding the war scroll shines with divine light, and a massive amount of divine power wraps the war scroll, and then turns into threads of divine power that twine towards the creatures in the war scroll.

In the war scroll, magical threads bound the soldiers who were fleeing in all directions, and then formed silk cocoons for transformation.

And those soldiers who were bound into silk cocoons in the war scrolls also experienced corresponding changes on the Emerald Island. Divine power chains suddenly appeared on these fleeing soldiers. In the blink of an eye, these soldiers entangled with divine power chains began to appear strangely.

Disappeared from the original place and was absorbed into the silk cocoon of the war scroll, integrating with the image undergoing transformation inside.

thump!

A slightly dull falling sound resounded in the empty Lost Sanctuary. The sound was not loud but particularly noticeable. The War Scythe, who was not controlling the war scroll, was attracted and turned his head to take a look.

I saw "Moluo" lying on the ground, twisting like a maggot, struggling to stand up and then falling heavily face down.

War Scythe just took one look at it and then went back to transforming the captured warriors in the war scroll with confidence, because in his opinion, "Moro" was behaving normally now.

It would take some time for him to get used to his reincarnation, and Moro's reincarnation would only be more unbearable. It would take a long time to adapt to the new body. Furthermore, Moro's reincarnation was personally performed by him, so he didn't think so.

A small believer can resist his divine suppression.

But is everything really what War Scythe thinks? That's impossible. What War Scythe sees is just an illusion. These are just deliberate actions by Erlen to further dispel War Scythe's suspicion after absorbing and digesting Moro's soul.

a performance.

"Very good, it seems that this net also caught a few good fish!"

In the blink of an eye, most of the soldiers on the Emerald Island have been captured in the war scroll, but there are still some peak sixth-level warriors who were hidden behind the scenes, struggling to escape from the shackles of the threads of divine power.

But it's so easy to escape if you fall into someone else's scheme! Even if these hidden strong men are the ceiling of combat power in the outer ring area, they are no match for the powerful means of this resurrected god of the last era. They can only watch themselves being destroyed.

More and more chains of divine power locked and bound him, and he was dragged into the war scroll amidst the screams of despair.

"call!"

After confirming that nothing was missing, War Scythe closed the war scroll and took a long breath to relieve the mental fatigue.

This resurrection ceremony was quite twists and turns. The Scythe of War was originally resurrected in a weak way, and then spent a lot of divine power to absorb the war spirit, which naturally made it more weak. But in the eyes of the Scythe of War, it was all worth it.

Once the transformation of these war spirits is completed, his path back to the top will be smoother.

The net has been closed, and the bait that was previously thrown out to lure fish naturally returned to the hands of the fisherman. The twelve war wands flying out of the war scroll fused in the air to form a sickle handle and sickle blade, which were then fixed by the heart of war to form a

Curved sickle.

This curved scythe is the scythe of power given to the first pope by the Scythe of War. It is a sacred instrument that has been treasured by the Church of War for generations. This is the true face of the war rod and the heart of war that have caused countless forces to go crazy.

"I never thought I would get to pick you up again one day!"

Rubbing the curved scythe of war in his hand, War scythe had a complicated expression. This curved scythe was given to his followers when he was still a weak god, and the backup plan reserved in it was very simple.

Later, after he became a powerful god, he forged a better curved scythe and gave it to the Pope of the Church of War. He did not take back the curved scythe he forged in the early years without paying much attention to it. It was later enshrined in a secret place by the believers.

Who would have thought that his unintentional act would eventually become the key to his recovery. Before the disaster came, War Scythe arranged many ingenious back-ups for himself, but these arrangements failed to work after he fell asleep.

Not surprisingly, all these arrangements were destroyed by the opponent. Perhaps it was because of the inconspicuousness of this curved sickle that it escaped the opponent's purge.

"Moro, it's time for us to leave. Although my recovery this time is secretive, I will definitely not be able to escape the noses of those dogs of the world. After so long delay, they are probably coming!"

"Yes, Father God!" Moro stumbled onto the altar, "I thought Father God had prepared a place for cultivation!"

"Very good, Moro, from now on you will be the Pope of the Church of War!" He was quite satisfied with Moro's thoughtful preparation for the Scythe of War.

The Scythe of War took the coordinate stone presented by Moro, and after confirming that it was correct, he injected divine power into it and started it.

"Father God, you must be very tired now!"

Moro, who was standing behind him when the Scythe of War activated the coordinate stone, suddenly said nonsensically.

"Moro, my current condition is not very good, but there is no problem at all in activating a coordinate stone!"

With the injection of divine power, a void vortex slowly formed in front of the altar. Just as War Scythe was trying to expand the void vortex, Moro came out of nowhere to greet him, which made War Scythe very unhappy. Maybe his promise just now was a little unconsidered.

"If you're tired, then take a rest!"

Moro's palm easily passed through the divine power barrier lingering on the surface of the War Scythe, and stuck to the War Scythe's back. As Moro touched the War Scythe's body, he suddenly stiffened, and the front of him was expanding.

The void vortex dissipated in the air because there was no back force injected into it.

"Moro, what are you doing!" The soul of the Scythe of War vibrated and roared, because in the previous touch, his control over Moro's body was taken away by the original host.

"Of course I'm going to send you away!"