I Made the Myth Template

"A massive cult phenomenon?"

Balder finally raised some interest. He raised his brows and asked, "Did a great demon under the throne of a pillar **** wake up from a long slumber? Will the pain of destruction befall this native head?"

"Not so, my lord."

Velen did not answer directly, but explained it from another angle.

"The reason why we crossed the sea of ​​​​storms, fought against the giant beasts in the sea, and finally came here, is because in the ancient prophecy, the human beings of the golden age buried the hope of recovery in this place. piece of sea.

After waiting for the time to come, the evening bell will strike, and the old will return from the flames with a new attitude. "

The gray-haired Velen is not very powerful among the many pirates in Willorante, and he has come to the twilight of his life.

However, he was able to get one step ahead.

Step into this island before everyone else.

What he relies on is that Velen has a wealth of knowledge that other pirates do not have.

When it comes to the field he is familiar with, he is obviously a lot excited, his face is slightly red, and it seems that the fear of the skinner has been washed away a little.

"The origin of the rumors has not been verified, but it is obvious that every pirate has no doubts about the authenticity of the rumors. Even those powerful pirate emperors have personally stepped into the dangerous storm waters more than once."

"And now, the vast and boundless fog that permeated the sea has finally dissipated a little, and the magnetic field has recovered, so we can take the risk to cross the sea and finally come here."

Velen explained excitedly, "This far-flung giant island is the place referred to in the prophecy."

"Furthermore, the belief that suddenly appeared is also consistent with several situations described in the prophecy. This island is likely to be buried with treasures left by humans in the Golden Age.

If we can get those treasures - we might even be kings of the new world! "

"Please wait!"

Baldur waved his hand, smiled and said to Velen, who was excited with his teeth and claws, "It's not that we become the king of the new world... but our emperor, His Majesty."

"hiss…"

See the fake smile on Baldur's face.

The old man who was still a little overwhelmed just now froze for a moment, and he felt a coldness running up his forehead along his tailbone.

The surrounding pirates—those who were over two meters tall and whose arms were thicker than thighs, all had malicious smiles on their faces, and they looked at themselves as if they were looking at a corpse.

"Ruined!"

Wei Lun wrinkled his face bitterly, and the original deep wrinkles are now more like covering his facial features.

He continued to speak disheartened, "The huge island of Yuanxi is very large, not much smaller than that of Velost. To find treasure on this huge island is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Well, you're right."

Balder added, "I'm sure that the other emperors must have also received the news and began to send large armies."

"Time is more precious to us than blood."

"So, the belief that was born suddenly in the recent period is very strange, and it is very likely related to treasure." Another black-skinned, thick-lipped pirate chief next to him added.

"Have you studied that sudden belief?" Baldr turned and asked Velen.

"have!"

Although Velen is old and his head is a little confused, he just said something he shouldn't say.

But the old man did pretty well what he was told to do.

"According to the descriptions of the indigenous people, the belief itself is a huge golden anaconda snake. This type of anaconda snake is a unique creature on the far-away giant island. In the mythical stories passed down by the indigenous people orally, this giant beast The owner repels the red moon, the ability to dispel the plague."

"Sure enough, they are ignorant and ignorant natives."

Balder made such a comment, and the surrounding pirate leaders all laughed.

The power of the red moon comes from the depths of the distant universe, and the power of the mortal world cannot interfere at all.

And the plague... In the eyes of these Heretic God believers, it is the embodiment of the Heretic God's power. Nor can human intervention.

"These people are really stupid, and they actually believe in a beast." The thick-lipped black uncle who spoke just now spoke again, with IQ crushing superiority and pride on his face.

"Then the next thing will be obvious."

After hearing Velen's brief introduction, Balder already had a general understanding of the vast island in front of him.

"Find the location of the beast first, and then find a way to find the treasure further.

. "

Badr got excited and licked his tongue.

It seemed that he couldn't wait to drink blood.

The pirates around are more eager than Baldur, killing, bleeding, treasure, gold... Every word can make their blood boil.

Now.

So many factors came together that it was almost impossible for them to hold their own sanity.

"Beep beep!"

At this time, the long whistle sounded along the sea breeze.

Among the black smoke clouds burning on the ironclad ship, more than ten ships were slightly smaller, but there were also huge battleships of seventy to eighty meters long slowly entering from the sea level.

While leaving the port city of Velost.

There are more than 30 ships in this vanguard fleet, but now, only one-third of the battleships have crossed the storm waters.

This is still under the condition that the fog is greatly reduced and the magnetic field is restored.

The most elite fleets in Velost have suffered such huge losses. It is conceivable that in normal times, when the storm waters are more dangerous and complicated, it is simply a Jedi that has nowhere to go.

over the past few hundred years.

More than one sea emperor completely disappeared in the black sea and became history.

More than ten warships.

Every ship was more or less with some scars, but even if it was severely hit, the morale of the pirates was not seriously affected.

on the contrary.

The long sea voyages made them more "thirsty".

Only killing, only blood.

To soothe this tyrannical emotion.

…

Farxi Giant Island is a vast island.

In addition to the large number of human gatherings in the southern country of the Moon and its surrounding areas, there are also more or less traces of human activities in other parts of the Farxi Giant Island.

The people who live in this land gather in an environment rich in natural resources.

These people who have lived together in a specific environment for a long time have formed tribes and civilizations with different cultures in the post-apocalyptic world.

The doomsday is cold and cruel, but there is still warmth between people.

If the boundless far-away giant island is a black curtain, then the civilizations that were born on the island are the shining pearls on the curtain.

The Sang Luo tribe is one of these civilizations that is not particularly conspicuous.

This tribe lives by the sea in the form of tribes, some of them have the ability to communicate with the beasts.

When the pirates' ironclad ships stayed on the shore and the shrill whistle sounded, the Sanluo people living nearby had already noticed it.

Under the red light of sunset twilight.

Those ironclad ships as huge as hills are a sight that these natives have never seen before.

"Outsiders, what are you doing here?"

The old patriarch of the Sangluo tribe was an old man in his seventies, with white temples and light blue pupils, which were deeply sunken in the eye sockets.

He was small but straight, holding a gift of purple satin in his hands.

Behind the old patriarch, more than a dozen tall adult men held bamboo spears and glanced at the pirates with vigilant or fearful eyes.

The old patriarch is in his seventies this year. Such an age is quite rare after the golden age, especially in the complex environment in the wild.

In the long years, what has been accumulated is the maturity and wisdom that is consistent with it.

When these pirates appeared in their field of vision, the old patriarch had already anticipated that there might be danger to lead them. So, from the very beginning, he had already prepared both hands.

on the one hand.

Before coming out to meet these pirates and make contact with them.

All the women and children of the tribe have moved along secret trails, deep into the forest.

At the same time, in the face of these pirates, the old patriarch also made full preparations to receive this group of guests from the distant sea in the highest standard way. Qi Yi was able to resolve this potential conflict through peaceful means.

"Hello."

Balder came from the crowd and pushed away the vicious pirates in front of him.

"Don't know who you are?"

Obviously, always with a smile on his face, the gentle Baldur looked much kinder than the pirates around him.

After seeing Baldur, the old patriarch's breathing slowed down, and he seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.

"As you can see."

Balder spread his hands, smiled kindly and said, "I am the ship of this fleet.

Chang, the main purpose of coming here is to find something in this island. This matter has nothing to do with you. If it causes trouble, I am sorry. "

talking.

He put the rapier in his hand gently on the ground, put the other hand on his chest, and bowed gracefully.

"You are too kind."

A smile appeared on the old patriarch's face.

The outsiders seem to be much kinder than he thought, and it seems that he wrongly blames them for their appearance... The old patriarch thought apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, if you have any problems to solve, we are always here to help you."

The old patriarch raised the palm holding the satin slightly, "Here are some small gifts we have prepared for you."

"Just by chance."

Baldur reached out to take it and handed the silk satin to Velen beside him. He laughed, his eyes narrowed into a slit: "Just in time, we also prepared gifts for you when we came."

"Well, is it?"

The old patriarch was a little puzzled.

Although he is old, his eyes are not dim.

In the hands of these pirates, in addition to swords and axes, there is nothing else that can be used as a gift.

"Well... I don't know what gifts you have prepared for the guests." The old patriarch considered, "But you have come from a long way, even if you don't have gifts..."

puff!

For the rest, he could no longer speak.

A sharp tingling sensation came from his abdomen, and along with the flow of blood, his consciousness was also rapidly blurring, and the overlapping images in front of him were full of Badr's terrifying face that was twisted with excitement and joy because of the blood.

"Hahaha!"

Baldur pulled the rapier from the old man's belly.

After gently wiping the blood on the blade with the soft purple satin, he casually placed the blood-stained satin on top of the old man's dead head.

"We are believers of tyrants!"

Badr's harsh laughter finally stopped, he slowly calmed down, and said in a low voice with a sinister nature, "The gift we can bring to you is only noble killing!"

"Patriarch!!"

The middle-aged men of the Lausanne ethnic group who followed the patriarch could hardly believe their eyes after seeing the scene in front of them.

It is clear that the patriarch of his own tribe was still in friendly communication and exchange with this outsider in front of him.

It looks like they're going to exchange gifts with each other and make a friendship.

As a result, in the next moment.

Those pirates could not help but draw their swords to kill, and the old patriarch fell to the ground, unable to rest his eyes.

These kind and simple Lausanne people, who have lived in the forest since childhood, have seen such crazy and unreasonable pirates there. They were so angry that they rushed towards Badr recklessly, as if to tear him apart alive.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull offering skull seat!"

There is no need for Balder to do it himself.

The thirsty pirates beside him let out battle roars, roaring and tearing the Lausanne people to shreds. com Blood and minced meat are everywhere.

These bloodthirsty and brutal cult pirates did not stop until they had smeared innocent blood all over their bodies.

In just a blink of an eye, dozens of living beings have completely disappeared.

Badr's blade was red with blood, and his expression became icy cold.

At this time, more and more pirates poured out from the iron-clad warships.

The eyes of each pirate were scarlet, and they roared. There was no human shadow on them, and they were completely irrational beasts.

"hound!"

Baldur swung hard, and the blood on the blade disappeared.

A tall, hairy man with a thick spiked collar on his neck appeared behind him, grinning, revealing a set of shark-like teeth.

"We need enough blood to complete the sacrifice to the tyrant."

Balder ordered without looking back, "War, killing, bloodshed... Only by completing these things can the combat effectiveness of the army be guaranteed. You will be responsible for this matter, don't let me down."

"clear."

The hound let out a wolf howl, and then, with many pirates, plunged into the primitive jungle in front of him.

And with the influx of more and more pirates.

In the primitive jungle, the peace that had been maintained for hundreds of years was broken.

The desperate cries of people on the verge of death were everywhere, and the whole forest seemed to be bleeding non-stop.

The war has begun.