I Have a City in a Different World

On both sides of the road after the attack, there were screams of mourning.

A middle-aged believer who was splashed by the scorching dragon flames was kneeling on the ground and uncovered his scorched leather armor.

The burnt flesh was exposed, exuding a strange fragrance.

Putting the long sword in his hand on the ground, the middle-aged believer reached out and gestured at the wound, shaking his head slightly.

"Blacksmith, help me cut off this piece of rotten meat, it's inconvenient for me to do it myself!"

The middle-aged believer with a wrinkled face raised his head and shouted to a man who was picking up dead bodies.

Hearing the words, the man with all the muscles and knots threw away the corpse in his hand and picked up the opponent's sword at the same time.

"This poor bastard has nothing of value on him!"

The blacksmith squatted in front of the middle-aged believer and spat at the corpse whose half of its head was burned by Long Yan, with a trace of regret on his face.

"You have to pick and choose from dead people. It would be nice to get a sword!"

The middle-aged believer took off his clothes, revealing a robust body full of scars, and at the same time bit a wooden stick he picked up at random in his mouth.

The blacksmith glanced at the wound on the middle-aged believer, took out a short knife from the tattered leather boots, and rubbed it hard on the cuff a few times.

"I'm not like you, I don't enjoy the blessings, and why do I have to come to atone for my sins?

Look at what this demon slaughtering army has become now, the outer demons have not seen it, but they have done a lot of burning, killing and looting, and they don't know who the demons are? "

"What they do is their business, at least my purpose is very pure, to drive away the demons and pay for the crimes I committed back then!"

The blacksmith snorted coldly, with some unwillingness in his tone: "I am not going to slaughter demons, but I want to earn some money with the demon slaying army so that my son can go to the academy!

Who knows that following these poor ghosts, there is not much business at all, if I knew I would not come! "

While complaining, the blacksmith put the short knife close to the wound of the middle-aged believer, and without any hesitation, stabbed the tip of the knife into the rotten flesh.

As soon as the sharp knife went out, the fist-sized piece of charred rotten flesh fell off the shoulders of the middle-aged believer and fell to the ground.

During the entire cleaning process, the middle-aged believers did not frown, and their will was extremely tenacious.

"Get rid of you and clean it up. This kind of wound is very troublesome, and it will rot and ooze pus if you are not careful!"

The middle-aged believer glanced at the ferocious wound and said to the blacksmith with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, why are you afraid of dying? Then why did you come back in the first place?"

While speaking, the blacksmith's short knife slashed again in the wound, kicking off all the rotten flesh, and the dark red blood slowly flowed out.

After taking out the herbs in the backpack, pouring it on the wound, and then treating it with cloth balls and strips, the blacksmith stopped busy.

The middle-aged believer was already sweating profusely, his body trembled from time to time, and nodded his thanks to the blacksmith.

Glancing at the corpses around, the middle-aged believer was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the long sword stuck on the ground with his right hand, and began to pray with his head down.

"Under your protection, lost souls can return to their hometowns, and the dead can rest in peace..."

He is praying to the gods he believes in, so that the souls of these dead demon slayers can be liberated!

Regardless of whether these demon slayers really came to slay demons, as long as they were in the same camp, they were qualified to be called his comrades-in-arms.

Now that these guests from far away have died in other places, as middle-aged believers from the same town, they naturally have to pray for these dead souls!

The blacksmith was grinding the sword he just picked up, and 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.

In the Demon Slaying Army, there are many people like blacksmiths. They took the risk of participating in the expedition just to make a fortune, not just to slaughter demons.

They are trading their lives for the chance of wealth, but in the end, it is only a small part of the lucky ones who can achieve their goals.

When I was patrolling the battlefield just now,

The blacksmith saw that a cobbler in the same city had died in the chaos just now, with a broken stomach and a horrific appearance.

The only thing the blacksmith can do is to dig a shallow pit and bury this unlucky ghost, lest he smash into the wilderness!

Just when the blacksmith was thinking about how to make more money, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little wrong. He looked around, but found that the source of the abnormality was in the middle-aged believers.

The middle-aged believer, who was half-kneeling on the ground and praying, gradually exuded a shocking power, as if it were real, making it difficult for people to breathe.

A dazzling light began to emerge from around his body, making people dare not look directly.

"Bang!"

The sword in the blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and the whole person couldn't help kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of incredible colors.

The middle-aged believers at this time were like gods descending in his eyes, exuding a majesty that made mortals fear.

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.

A pious old priest saw this scene, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept muttering to himself.

"I actually felt the real breath of the gods. Are they going to tell us in this way that they have been watching their believers?"

While speaking, the elderly priest also knelt on the ground and began to pray continuously to the gods he believed in.

After a minute or so, 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 believers at this time are completely different from those before!

The traces of the years on his face have long disappeared, his eyes have become deeper, and it seems that there are endless stars circulating, and the wound caused by Longyan has now completely healed!

Raising the dazzling long sword in his hand, under the gaze of tens of thousands of demon slayers, the body of the middle-aged believer slowly lifted into the air.

A voice full of majesty and vicissitudes came out of his mouth and rang in the ears of all the demon slayers.

"The outer demons are greedy by nature, and the world they invade will completely turn life into ruins!

Now that they have not officially arrived, their actions must be stopped to avoid disaster!

I am Melunes, your strong backing, and I will fight with you to expel the outer demons from this world! "

With the roar of the middle-aged believer possessed by Melunes, the sharp sword in his hand slashed into the void, and then a dark crack appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Through that gap, you can see a desolate, bizarre world with gray fog and black smoke, and fiery 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 of this gap!

This is a world belonging to the gods. They live here and look down on countless creatures in this world!

And the origin of the world that Tang Zhen has been searching for exists in these small worlds formed by relying on the main world. It is no wonder that he secretly searched several times, but never found any results.

Because the power of the origin of these worlds has been condensed into entities and become the legendary gods of Tamriel, hiding in the small world!

However, as the date of the arrival of the Holy Dragon City is gradually approaching, these indigenous gods who feel the crisis are finally unable to sit still!

So they chose this method to announce their existence and encourage their followers to fight.

The stormy Tamriel 6, because of the civil strife and the appearance of the outer demons, began to become more chaotic...

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