Chapter 428: God's Court

The front team of the Berserkers charged madly, with broken arms and bodies thrown into the air. At the moment of death, they all had weird smiles on their faces.

The end of faith is extreme madness.

These fanatics' brains are no longer working well after being preached to by the Fifth Mystery many times. Someone else brainwashed them and told them that fighting for the God of Fire is atonement.

In the simple doctrine specially made for them, every time an enemy of the God of Fire is killed, a sin can be reduced.

Atone for the sins of this life and gain happiness in the next life.

Berserkers are honored to die in battle, and they will even smile happily because of dying in battle.

"These lunatics."

The warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe roared. These guys who didn't care about their lives were even crazier than them.

They enjoyed fighting and took pleasure in it, but the guys on the opposite side enjoyed death and took pleasure in death.

The Ice Bear Tribe warriors were not afraid of this, but they felt a little frustrated in the attack, and their morale was inevitably low.

On the contrary, the Berserkers were very motivated.

The front team was constantly charging to die. Each of them launched a death charge. Even if they couldn't take a life, they could still injure several people.

They would also disrupt the formation of the Ice Bear Tribe warriors, allowing the long spearmen behind to exert real killing power.

The weapons kept breaking, but even if only half an arm's length of stone spears were left, the Berserkers would continue to charge regardless. They would not care

about their physical strength or their lives.

The arrows never stopped, and countless Berserkers moved forward with arrows hanging on their backs.

They felt pain, but the more pain they felt, the happier they were, because this was a way to wash away their sins.

"Hiss..."

A subtle and terrifying sound rang out on the battlefield, and more than a dozen Berserkers spit out black mist from their mouths crazily.

The black mist moved along the ground like a python, constantly sucking the blood of the dead warriors, whether it was the Berserker's or the enemy's.

After sucking the blood, the black mist continued to grow, and the bloody breath and red blood filaments rolled in the black mist.

They attacked the warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe frantically. Every warrior caught in the black mist made a sound of pain. The blood in their bodies was drawn out frantically, and they became bigger as food for the black mist pythons.

This was the power of the Snake Tribe, evil and bloody, and even carried a deep malice towards this world.

On the city wall, no matter the people of the Ice Bear Tribe or the Fire Tribe Alliance, they had never thought that this war would be so bloody.

Since the establishment of the Berserkers, except for small-scale applications, this was the first time they fought as a group. The madness and fighting power they displayed far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Such brutal battles have not taken place in the Fire Tribe Alliance for many years. Many members of the Fire Tribe Alliance who watched the battle even experienced some physical discomfort, especially those who believed in the bull totem.

Xin frowned, but she forced herself to stare at the battlefield below, letting this bloody battlefield strengthen her heart.

Yin Wu frowned, her eyes had already swept to other places, her sight away from the battlefield.

The eighth generation wizard had a calm face, and no one could judge his heart from his expression.

The eyes of the Ice Bear Tribe envoy were full of terror. This was an Ice Bear Tribe warrior, but he was beaten to pieces by these guys with just one charge.

In fact, the Berserkers did not have an absolute advantage on the battlefield, but their tragic fighting style was really too shocking.

The battlefield continued to be bloody. According to the rules, one of the two sides must kill all the enemies. This is a fight to the death.

"Moo..."

A roar came from the Ox Tribe warriors. The power of the totem gathered in them, making their muscles swell, and they launched a desperate charge against the enemy.

After the two totems merged, the people of the Ox Tribe gradually became a bit like the Ox Totem in temperament, and their personalities were relatively soft.

But there are exceptions, and each exception has an abnormally hot temper.

These criminals are obviously hot-tempered. The slaughter on the battlefield makes their blood boil, and at this time they release all their enthusiasm.

Attack, attack, attack.

The Berserkers only have the attack in their eyes, and no other emotions can affect or influence them.

The warriors of the Ice Bear Tribe began to be overwhelmed, and the Berserkers' crazy fighting style made their advantage more and more obvious.

"If you are given the same number of warriors, can you beat them?"

Chief Yin asked Zhuo beside him.

The warriors he mentioned refer to the team warriors, who have the most professional soldiers of the Fire Tribe Alliance and can form the most rigorous formation.

"If we can withstand the first wave of attacks, the result is fifty-fifty."

Zhuo's voice was a little tense, revealing their emotions.

"The team can't resist it?"

Xin said in surprise.

"The team is the best fighter, but they are not crazy, not a death squad. These guys are no longer fighting, they are rushing to die."

Anyone who comes from the team has a natural conflict with these Berserkers.

The team's fighters are trained from a young age, obey orders, abide by the rules, and fight with tactics, but these guys in front of them...

Slowly, the Ice Bear Tribe fighters can't stand it anymore, and the rear team begins to disperse, and the entire formation is scattered.

This allows the Berserkers' crazy personal combat power to be more fully exerted. Their desperate fighting style is more likely to win in a one-on-one situation, and the result is either death or injury.

But as long as they are alive, they will always find a way to attack the enemy, grab the enemy's legs, bite the enemy's hands.

In short, as long as there is breath, the battle will not stop.

Under everyone's gaze, the battle slowly drew to a close. In the end, there were only thirty or so wounded berserkers left to surround the last few Ice Bear tribe warriors.

The result was irreversible, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching such a battle for too long was too exhausting.

This brutal massacre slowly came to an end. When the last Ice Bear tribe warrior fell, it announced the victory of the Fire Tribe Alliance.

The winner was decided, but apart from the panting of the warriors on the battlefield under the city wall, no one spoke for a while until the eighth generation witch spoke first.

"The Fire Tribe Alliance won."

His voice was not loud, but everyone was awakened.

"You...you..."

The Ice Bear tribe envoy trembled, but didn't know what to say.

In his opinion, the Fire Tribe Alliance was too bold and presumptuous. They were openly provoking the Ice Bear Tribe.

The Eighth Generation Shaman looked at the Ice Bear Tribe envoy, his face calm, and his tone firm.

"The Fire Tribe Alliance is an alliance with the Ice Bear Tribe. It has nothing to do with your tribe and you, the shaman. Bringing the message back is what you have to do next."

After saying that, the Eighth Generation Shaman turned around and left very impolitely.

The Ice Bear Tribe envoy wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he sighed and walked down the wall a little bit.

The Eighth Generation Shaman went down the wall and walked towards the altar before him. He was going to discuss something with the Fifth Xuan.

Along the way, people saluted the Eighth Generation Shaman from time to time. The Eighth Generation Shaman would raise his staff as a return salute, with a rather dignified posture. He

walked up the altar step by step. There were nine floors and eighty-one steps, which were very high.

When he climbed onto the altar, he saw Ba Xia still stretching his head to look at the battlefield below. He turned his head and tried to look, and saw those Berserkers searching for the enemies lying down, and gave each enemy who was still breathing a knife.

"Oh."

Ba Xia shouted, meaning "It's really bloody."

The Eighth Generation Wu nodded, and then bowed respectfully to the Bagua Space: "I request to talk to the God of Fire."

He knew that the Sun Totem was usually in power. If the Sun Totem's consciousness was in Dragon City, this place would be temporarily handed over to the Star Totem for management.

But no matter which one of them was it, he didn't want to see it this time.

"What is it?"

A line of text appeared on it. Below the text was a signature in the shape of a sun, which meant that the person who said this was the Sun Totem.

"Discuss the name of the Eight Trigrams Space."

The Eighth Generation Wizard answered and began to wait quietly. After a while, the thick mist rolled and the face of the Fifth Xuan appeared on it.

"What do you want to discuss?"

The Fifth Xuan asked.

Since he was able to communicate in language, he no longer used words. This was more convenient, but other totems could not do it except him.

"God of Fire, when I was writing the Bible, I felt that although the name of the Eight Trigrams Space was accurate in meaning, as the residence of gods and totems, it was not...standard enough."

The Eighth Generation Wizard said after bowing.

The Fifth Xuan was silent for a while. He understood what the Eighth Generation Wizard meant. He thought the name of the Eight Trigrams Space was not cool enough.

"Any suggestions?"

Diwu Xuan asked, and a name popped up in his mind: Tianting.

"How about Shenyu?"

The Eighth Generation Wu said the name he liked.

Diwu Xuan thought about it and felt that this name was okay, but he liked the name Tianting more.

It's just that the word "Tian" in Tianting doesn't quite fit his current situation. If Shenyu and Tianting are merged...

"The Bagua Space is renamed: Shenting."

Diwu Xuan didn't hesitate and decided on the name directly.

"The Gate of All Wonders remains unchanged."

He added at the end.

The Gate of All Wonders is the passage from the outside world to the Bagua Space - now called Shenting. From the beginning, Diwu Xuan named it the Gate of All Wonders.

Mysterious and mysterious, the Gate of All Wonders.

There are countless totems in the God's Court, which bring countless abilities. At the same time, there are countless worlds of light spots, which can also bring different abilities, just like the name.

Diwu Xuan does not want this to change.

"I will obey your divine oracles."

The Eighth Generation Shaman bowed and accepted the will of Diwu Xuan.

The face of Diwu Xuan slowly disappeared from the thick mist, and the body of Baxia was shrouded in thick mist again.

The Eighth Generation Shaman bowed again, then turned around and slowly walked down the altar. He needed to spread the news through the channels he had built before.

He was committed to changing everyone's perception of the God of Fire and bringing the God of Fire to a whole new level in the Fire Tribe Alliance.

This requires daily promotion and countless conspiracies. He might even be called a liar by future generations, but he didn't care.

He wanted to enshrine the Fire Totem on the altar during his lifetime.