1006 Aboriginal gods (1)
After the attack, wails could be heard from both sides of the road.
A middle-aged believer who had been splashed by the scorching Dragon flames was kneeling on the ground and taking off his burnt leather armor.
The burnt skin and flesh were exposed, and it was emitting a strange fragrance.
The middle-aged believer stuck the sword in his hand into the ground and gestured at the wound, shaking his head slightly.
blacksmith, help me cut off this rotten flesh. It's inconvenient for me to do it myself!
A middle-aged believer with a wrinkled face raised his head and shouted at a man who was rummaging through the corpses.
Hearing this, the muscular man threw away the body in his hand and picked up the saber.
"This poor bastard doesn't have anything valuable on him!"
The blacksmith squatted in front of the middle-aged believer and spat on the body that had half its head burned off by the Dragon Flame. There was a trace of regret on his face.
"You're so picky about the dead's things. It's already good enough that you can get a saber!"
The middle-aged believer took off his clothes, revealing a strong body full of scars. At the same time, he bit the wooden stick he picked up casually.
The blacksmith glanced at the wounds on the middle-aged believer's body, took out a short knife from his tattered leather boots, and rubbed it against his sleeve.
"I'm not like you. You don't want to enjoy your good fortune, why do you have to come here to atone for your sins?
Look at what the demon Slayer Legion has become. We haven't seen any heavenly demons, but we've done a lot of burning, killing, and plundering. I wonder who the demons are?"
it's their business what they want to do. At the very least, my goal is very pure. It's to drive away the otherworldly demons and use them to pay for the sins I've committed in the past!
The blacksmith snorted coldly, his tone somewhat unwilling,"I'm not going to slay demons, but I want to follow the demon Slayer Legion to earn a sum of money to support my son's studies in the Academy!
I didn't know that I wouldn't have much business with this bunch of paupers. If I had known, I wouldn't have come!"
As he complained, the blacksmith brought the knife close to the middle-aged believer's wound and stabbed the tip of the knife into the rotten flesh without any hesitation.
With a swing of the sharp knife, the fist-sized piece of charred rotten meat fell from the middle-aged believer's shoulder and fell to the ground.
During the entire cleaning process, the middle-aged believer did not even frown. His will was extremely strong.
"Please clean it up. This kind of wound is very troublesome. If you are not careful, it will rot and ooze pus!"
The middle-aged believer glanced at the hideous wound and said to the blacksmith in dissatisfaction.
"Hehe, why are you afraid of death? Then why did you still come back then?"
As he spoke, the blacksmith scraped the wound again with his short knife, kicking away all the rotten flesh, and dark red blood slowly flowed out.
He took out the herbs from his backpack, poured them on the wound, and then treated it with a ball of cloth and a strip of cloth. Only then did the blacksmith stop his work.
The middle-aged believer was already sweating profusely, and his body trembled from time to time. He nodded to the blacksmith to thank him.
The middle-aged believer glanced at the corpses around him. He half-knelt on the ground, his right hand holding the long sword that was stabbed into the ground. He lowered his head and began to pray.
under your protection, lost souls can return to their homeland, and the dead can rest in peace.
He was praying to the God he believed in to free the souls of these dead demon slayers!
It didn't matter if these demon slayers really came to kill demons or not. As long as they were in the same camp, they were qualified to be called comrades.
Now that these guests from far away had died in a foreign land, as a middle-aged believer from the same hometown, he naturally had to pray for these dead souls!
The blacksmith was sharpening the Battle Sword he had just picked up. He was somewhat disdainful of the middle-aged believer's behavior and did not pray for the dead like the middle-aged believer.
In the demon Slayer Legion, there were many people like blacksmiths. They only took the risk to join the expedition in order to earn a fortune, not just to kill demons.
They were exchanging their lives for a chance to make a fortune, but only a small number of lucky people would be able to achieve their goal.
When he was patrolling the battlefield just now, the blacksmith saw a cobbler from the same city dying in the chaos. The cobblestone's stomach was torn apart, and it was a terrible sight.
The only thing the blacksmith could do was to dig a shallow pit and bury this unlucky fellow so that his corpse would not be exposed in the wilderness!
Just as the blacksmith was thinking about how to make more money, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He looked around and found that the source of the abnormality was the middle-aged believer.
The middle-aged believer, who was half-kneeling on the ground and praying, was gradually emitting a terrifying power. It was as if it had substance, making it difficult for people to breathe.
A dazzling light began to appear around his body, making people not dare to look at him directly.
Clang! Clang!
The blade in the blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
The middle-aged believer was like a god in his eyes, exuding a Majesty that terrified mortals.
This scene was also seen by the surrounding demon slayers. While they were shocked, they also chose to half-kneel on the ground and put their hands on their hearts to express their respect.
A pious old priest saw this scene and his eyes flashed with excitement. He kept muttering to himself.
I can actually feel the aura of a true God. Are they planning to use this method to tell us that they've been watching their believers? "
As he spoke, the old priest also knelt on the ground and began to pray to the God he believed in.
After about a minute, the middle-aged believer slowly stood up from his half-kneeling position and looked around.
The middle-aged believer was a completely different person from before!
The marks of time on his face had long disappeared. His eyes became even deeper, as if there were endless stars moving in them. The wound caused by the Dragon flames had also completely healed!
He raised the dazzling sword in his hand, and under the gaze of tens of thousands of demon slayers, the middle-aged believer's body slowly rose into the air.
A majestic and ancient voice came out of his mouth and echoed in the ears of all the demon slayers.
"The otherworldly demons are greedy by nature, and all the worlds they invade will be plunged into misery and suffering, completely turning into ruins!
Now that they had yet to officially descend, they had to be stopped to prevent a disaster from happening!
I'm melenes, your strong support. I will fight with you and exterminate the otherworldly demons from this world!"
As the middle-aged believer who was possessed by melonius roared, the sharp sword in his hand slashed into the void, and a dark crack appeared in front of everyone.
Through the crack, one could see a desolate and strange world with gray fog and black smoke floating in the air. Fiery red lava was constantly rolling in the lake.
All kinds of ugly and ferocious monsters were circling and roaring in this world, trying to rush out of the crack!
This was a world that belonged to the gods. They lived here and looked down on the countless living creatures in this world!
The world's origin source that Tang Zhen had been searching for all this time existed in these small worlds that were formed by relying on the main world. No wonder he had been unable to find anything despite secretly searching for it several times.
This was because the power of the world's origin had already condensed into a physical form, becoming the legendary gods of timriel, hiding in the small world and not coming out!
However, as the Holy Dragon city's arrival date gradually approached, these native gods who felt the impending crisis finally couldn't sit still!
Therefore, they chose this way to announce their existence and encourage their believers to fight.
The temprier continent, which was in a precarious state, became even more chaotic due to the Civil strife and the appearance of the otherworldly demons.
