Chapter 32: Uncomfortable, does it need a reason to be uncomfortable? * …
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"Ahem... I didn't expect you to find this place so quickly. What a terrifying insight."
An old voice came slowly, and the attacker looked like an old and dying two-headed ogre.
He walked out of the shabby tent, his eyes were cloudy, his steps were slow, and he looked a little old. The only thing worth mentioning was the scepter inlaid with broken crystals in his hand.
Compared with other two-headed ogres, he is definitely the first one to stand up and delay time when encountering natural disasters and man-made disasters. Seeing this, I couldn't help but want to whistle.
When Anka was fighting the two-headed ogre, I felt something strange.
Although these ogres are quite powerful, even Andy and Anka can handle them alone, let alone a knight group. Something must have happened to wipe out the knight group.
A completely invincible monster that could crush their resistance. It had great power, yet it spared a little wolf cub. Such beings were rare, but they did exist.
For example, a two-headed ogre priest.
This creature has inherent defects and is difficult to understand complex thoughts. But everything has its own chance. Under the influence of the power of the beast god, the stupid two-headed ogre can occasionally give birth to an alien.
They have extraordinary brains and can even understand magic and cast spells. Each two-headed ogre priest is an excellent leader and can easily gather a large number of his kind.
In addition, the birth of the two-headed ogre priest also means another thing: there are fragments of divine power here.
Even though they died, the power of the gods would not disappear so easily. They would take root in the earth like weeds, and would quietly revive when the wind blew.
Each fragment of divine power contained a trace of the beast god's mark. With this trace of mark, the two-headed ogre could exert amazing power. Destroying a knight group was no problem at all.
On the other hand, the source of the beast tide is obvious. The power of the beast god is surging and agitated, and the beasts are most susceptible to it.
This kind of power is the most troublesome. The gods cannot control them, but they are violent and ruthless, inheriting the will of the dead. With their final anger, they trample the earth, hoping to drag everyone into the same situation as them.
I sighed. This is not something these humans can solve.
Only God can defeat God, and only natural disasters can defeat disasters. Humans alone cannot solve this kind of thing, so I have to solve it -
Isn't this working for the Lord of Light again?
“You——!!”
After seeing his brother's death, Anka beside me completely lost his mind. His body was shaking, and he rushed towards the other party with red eyes.
The magic power was used to the maximum, and the knight's figure was as fast as lightning, and he arrived in front of the opponent in an instant. The shining long sword slashed at the opponent's face, and the priest just turned his wrist.
The broken crystal on the scepter shone slightly, and a wild aura descended from ancient times, full of irresistible majesty. Anka groaned, and countless blood suddenly spurted out of his body, and he fell to the ground with convulsions.
He supported himself on the ground with one hand and tried hard to get up, but was eventually trapped by gravity and suddenly coughed up blood.
Compared to the power of gods, humans are too fragile. The breath of life slowly dissipated from his body, and his eyes stared at the other party, full of resentment and resentment.
NPCs and players are not treated the same. NPCs do not have a dedicated resurrection program, so death is permanent. Even if they are refreshed, they are no longer the same person.
It should be this way.
But who gave me the authority over death?
I have been with humans since they were born, and I will be the first to come after they die. The Lord of Light is rich and powerful, so he will definitely not mind if I take away one or two people.
But before that, I need to solve the problem in front of me.
"You're next."
The priest looked at me, and then at the dragon. The latter let out a low roar from its throat, and the scales all over its body exploded slightly. The more powerful the creature, the sharper its premonition. I think he has already smelled something emanating from the other party.
"You don't seem to be sad at all about the death of your companion. Haha... If I hadn't seen you here, I might have admired you."
"Let me see your companion, a dragon... The aura you carry is not that of a young dragon. You have many secrets, but it doesn't matter. After you become a sacrifice, all your secrets will be revealed to my Lord."
The two-headed ogre's tone was full of evaluation, making the dragon want to rush up and slap him hard. But obviously, even a proud and lawless dragon knew what to provoke and what not to provoke, so it just glared at the other party fiercely.
"Get lost! I don't want to be a sacrifice! If you dare to attack me, I will kill you!"
The priest smiled, a smile that was the pity of a superior for an inferior, the arrogance of a self-proclaimed wise human facing a monkey. I have seen many people with this expression before.
Then what will happen next is -
I turned around and dodged the attack from the person next to me. The werewolf had completely changed. Thick hair grew on his body, his eyes were red, and his fingers had turned into claws. He looked like he was mad.
Gods are immortal. Even if they die, they may still return after a long time because of faith.
Therefore, his followers would collect lost fragments of the godhead from all over the place, looking for suitable carriers in order to revive their deceased master.
Of course, I can personally prove that even if this can be successful, it is still as difficult as getting the Lord of Light and the God of Darkness to shake hands and negotiate peace. At least with the brains of these two-headed ogres, I don't think it will be successful in another 100 years.
All orcs are influenced by the power of the beast god. Once a power crystal appears, all the orcs around will riot, and even orc disasters have been caused many times in history. This is also an important reason why orcs are considered an inferior race.
I kicked Sean hard in the stomach, sending him flying like a small cannonball. If it were an ordinary person, this would have been enough to kill him.
The werewolf jumped out of the pit as if nothing had happened. His bloodthirsty eyes fell on me, full of muddled ferocity.
The dragon wanted to move, but was stopped by the two-headed ogre priest. The latter said slowly: "The children's emotional communication should not be disturbed by others, what do you think?"
"I think you're a big-headed ghost!"
The dragon finally couldn't bear it anymore and flapped its wings and pounced on the other party.
Let's not talk about what happened over there. I dodged another attack. It seemed that the werewolf had adapted to his current body, and his speed was getting faster and faster, almost leaving an afterimage in the air.
A life with wisdom always likes to covet things that do not belong to it, until its body turns into dust. It is unwilling to do so and thus makes more wrong decisions.
Everyone is treated equally in the face of death, but even in the face of such fair punishment, there are still people who want to escape.
"You're right, right? Beast God."
I stared into those scarlet eyes and whispered these words.
The werewolf's movements suddenly stopped, from extreme frenzy to extreme silence, the gap was so severe that it made people feel uncomfortable. But he obviously didn't care about this, he just raised his eyebrows at me.
The disguised rage disappeared completely, leaving only indifference and calmness. At this moment, the soul in this body seemed to be completely separated from it. The latter was just a vessel controlled by the former.
He asked, "How did you know?"
I raised my eyebrows as well: "You don't really think you acted well, do you?"
He didn't feel shy at all: "Yes, after all, this body is the wolf's body. I think I pretended to be very similar."
"If it was really Sean, he would have bitten me when I touched his tongue. How could he be so respectful to me? Besides, you called him Knight Commander - in the eyes of that brat, he is just an annoying uncle."
Hope is a cruel thing. As long as people see a little light, they will do whatever it takes to climb up, even if it is just the faint glow of a firefly. There is no doubt that the Beast God is dead, completely dead.
Some people may ask, didn't you just say that the gods will never be destroyed? Why do you now say that the beast god is dead completely?
This has to do with the nature of the gods.
The so-called gods come from the existence of faith. There can only be one god of the same nature in the world, but when he dies, a new god will be born to inherit his position and godhood and pass it on.
The Beast God was dead completely. Even if his power crystals were put together again to create a new Beast God, it would no longer be him.
Of course, there is no need to explain all these things one by one. Both I and the guy in this body know it very well.
Sean - no, it should be said that the newly resurrected Beast God, seeing that I had seen through his tricks, shrugged his shoulders with a regretful expression.
A mysterious aura emanated from him and instantly spread in all directions.
So sacred, so majestic.
Like the beating of war drums, sniffing the stench of the beast's fur. Stained with blood, using the beast's fangs and bones as crowns, drinking the enemy's blood at grand celebrations, all gorgeous curtains?
The wild god opened his eyes, and the heavy pressure instantly stunned the bound shining knights. The dragon that was fighting paused for a moment, and the next second, it flapped its wings and ran away at a very fast speed.
I was so upset. Damn, I knew it couldn't be trusted. I should have let it fight the Beast God!
The Beast God smiled and said, "You are smarter than I thought. What a pity! If you choose to surrender now, I can spare your life."
"Can you not kill me?"
I repeated this sentence in a subtle way and couldn't help laughing. The Beast God tilted his head, looking surprisingly innocent.
"Your companions are dead, and the rest will become my nutrients. Although these two-headed ogres have suffered some damage, they can be re-cultivated quickly as long as there are nutrients."
He stretched out his hand to me, the tip of his claws flashing with a cold light. His voice was like a vine rising from a dream, and there was a smile of determination on the corner of his mouth.
"I'm actually very curious, how did you withstand my pressure? Never mind, wait until I kill you, I will dissect your soul and take a good look at your secrets."
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