Sui Xiong doesn't like fighting, really, this must be emphasized.
If possible, he actually prefers to live a peaceful life, basking in the sun, telling jokes, and playing around with his believers. Just like a person who has no worries about food and clothing and has no ideals or pursuits, he would just spend his days dawdling away. It's over, and a life of confusion is over... Oh, his "life" may be longer, but it doesn't matter, let's just leave it at that.
Although as a time traveler, he has wonderful and powerful abilities, he never thought about fighting against the heaven and the earth, he never thought about punching Nanshan and kicking Beihai, and he never thought about being powerful and invincible in the world. Even if it weren't for the needs of his fellow believers, he wouldn't even bother to establish a church, let alone a holy place.
To be honest, he is actually a very unsuitable person to be the "protagonist" because he lacks the idea of "change" and is extremely happy-go-lucky.
...Who said he was not a heroic figure with great ambitions, but a small citizen who always focused on his own one-third of an acre of land.
However, if he doesn’t cause trouble, things will come to trouble him.
Just like this time, it can be said that "sitting at home behind closed doors will cause disaster to come from the sky." First, the crazy stupid bird of the Shadow Demon King attacked, destroyed the temporary village of his believers, and killed a large number of believers. Even one of the first few core personnel who followed him, who had worked hard and contributed a lot in the construction of the church. Satan was killed.
After he finally defeated the psychopath, and before he could chase him to the shadow world and snatch back the souls of Satan and other believers, the goddess of the sea got mad again and wanted to take him to the Kingdom of God. She didn't know whether she wanted to kill him. Still have to be chopped.
Mouth! This crazy woman thinks she is the Queen Mother of the West! Even if she is willing to be a damn old Buddha, Brother Xiong has no interest in pretending to be a little Anzi or a little plum!
With an angry shout, the fist of the giant jellyfish met the fist of the giant water element, infinite power meeting infinite power.
The seabed was unlucky. The violent rapids swept away almost everything that could be moved. The sediment on the seabed was swept away and flowed everywhere, completely turning a large area of the sea into a black and yellow turbid current. In the turbid current, four huge figures faced each other, filled with murderous intent.
"Brother Heimsala, this time we will fight together!"
"I will kill Timsal, and then I will support you."
"good!"
On the other side, the Ocean Goddess also had some tactical considerations. She ordered Timsar to entangle Heimsala, and after she killed the big jellyfish that didn't know how to live or die, she would then help it kill Heimsala.
So the battle became two pairs of people fighting separately. Heimsala is fighting against Timsal, Sui Xiong is the incarnation of the sea goddess.
There was nothing fancy or probing about this battle, and both sides just went full force. Four behemoths are entangled together, angry waves and winds collide with shadows and undercurrents, and huge jellyfish wrestle with huge water elements.
In the dark and turbid deep water, it was impossible to see the battle between the two sides clearly. All we could see was the boiling turbid sea surface. The black and yellow turbidity currents were spreading continuously. From time to time, violent roars erupted from the bottom of the sea, blowing up the sea water. Waves like hills.
At the same time, the originally gloomy sky was now completely shrouded in dark clouds, as dark as if it had turned into night. Strong winds mixed with moisture swept across the sea and land, making the grass and trees tremble, making humans and animals unstable, and making all intelligent creatures feel uneasy.
The battle on the other side has gradually reached its climax.
The Swamp Goddess possesses Sheen, and with this body that has already been wrought with countless hands and feet by Him and can give full play to its strength, He fights smoothly. Poisonous fog demon vines and various terrifying monsters transformed by divine power emerge in endlessly, which is simply overwhelming. He used his abilities to the fullest.
On the opposite side, although the Harvest Goddess was angry, she also unleashed a large amount of divine power. After all, City Lord Joseph's body is not very suitable for divine descent. In a short period of time, he can rely on the channels formed by his devout faith to continuously send divine power. Not only can he fight the swamp goddess equally, he can even gain some upper hand. Coupled with He Li, who forcibly transformed the divine creature, and the survivors of various organizations, a fierce attack not only defeated the Swamp Goddess, but even her envoy, the huge slime monster, was killed .
But behind this glorious record was an overdraft of the power His church could use. After this wave of onslaught, which was like a violent storm, He Li's soul gradually dispersed, and the body of Lord Joseph gradually collapsed. On the contrary, the Swamp Goddess, after surviving that difficult time, somehow her strength increased a lot. As one went, the Harvest Goddess gradually became unable to withstand it.
Everyone in the fierce battle didn't know that just now, the Swamp Goddess Church, which had already completely controlled this place, held a cruel blood sacrifice in Sheen's residence. Sheen's wife and two children all became sacrifices, plus a group of carefully selected branches of the Riley family that had been prepared in advance. Blood flowed like a river, and cries and wailings echoed in the house. It was like Hellish.
As an evil god, the Swamp Goddess gave full play to her "sacrificial" advantages. As for hurting heaven and harming justice, to these evil gods, He is heaven and He is justice! Isn’t it natural for believers to sacrifice for themselves and for mortals to dedicate themselves to themselves
On the other hand, with the Harvest Goddess, the Good God's "influence" advantage was not fully utilized. Originally, according to this situation, a large number of believers should be gathered to pray together and provide emergency assistance to the gods. But the Swamp Goddess launched a vicious massacre, killing almost all the devout believers. Not satisfied with this, she used the plan agreed in advance with the Ocean Goddess to make the nearby sea people urgently They assembled and launched an invasion towards the city of Gars, forcing the residents to abandon the city and flee.
Do people who are fleeing have time to gather together and pray together? of course not.
Therefore, the Harvest Goddess can only rely on the continuous flow of power from her own kingdom to support the battle here. However, although His power is powerful, the channel used to transmit power is not strong enough, and is gradually collapsing.
In this case, a discerning person would know at a glance that the defeat on the side of the Harvest Goddess was almost irreversible.
But except for the group of people in the square, no one is paying attention to the battle between these two gods. Everyone's attention has been attracted by the brutal battle that is breaking out at the port.
Different from the last probing attack, this time the Sea Tribe made serious moves. Countless fishmen rushed forward, stepping on the corpses of their own kind. By slaughtering a large number of murlocs at the rear for sacrifice, the murloc priests performed collective rage. Every murloc on the front line had a strange red light in their eyes, and showed no fear even when faced with swords. They often even pounce on it desperately, hugging it tightly while being penetrated by weapons, giving their companions a chance to attack.
Faced with such an attack, the pressure on the Garth Coast Guard and the adventurers suddenly increased, resulting in heavy casualties. If Lei hadn't been so brave, whizzing around with one man and one sword, creating a bloody storm, and using his personal bravery to withstand the violent attack of the fishmen, I'm afraid the entire battle line would have collapsed long ago.
But even so, their situation is already precarious. From time to time, someone was knocked down by the murlocs, and then a group of murlocs pounced on them from all directions, with weapons, claws and even teeth. After a short scream, only a bloody corpse was left.
The temporary commander of the Garth Coast Defense Force, the old noncommissioned officer whose hair was half gray, was knocked down by a group of murlocs and never stood up again.
"Get away!" Lei roared, and the sword seemed to be burning, bursting out with blazing white light. This was the embodiment of fighting spirit, and only strong men who had stepped into the legendary realm could display it.
In the midst of the fierce battle, unknowingly, he had taken another small step forward, almost completely crossing the threshold and entering the realm he had always dreamed of.
But he didn't notice at all. At this moment, his energy was completely focused on the fierce battle. All he could think about was killing and killing, and he didn't think about anything else.
Murloc? kill!
Murloc warrior? kill!
Murloc priest? kill!
Murloc Chief? kill!
Murloc... Well, this is not a murloc, but a sea monster that uses magic to transform into a murloc.
Kill the same!
The sword light flashed and fighting spirit burned. He galloped across the battlefield like a god of war, with no enemy in front of him.
Not to mention all kinds of murlocs, even those strong men from the sea tribe disguised as murlocs were equally vulnerable to him.
Gradually, his whole body seemed to be on fire, the light continued to condense on him, and a strange breeze blew on the bloody battlefield, rushing towards him from all directions.
"Dang!" A bell rang, echoing in the ancient temple.
This is the ancient country with the longest history located in the center of the continent and a temple worshiped by the royal family.
Ever since that bloody night fifteen years ago, the originally bustling temple had become deserted. With the desertion over the years, the already elderly officiant has become even older. In recent years, he has shown his senility, as if his days are numbered.
He was sitting quietly in the hall, silently reciting scriptures and praying to the gods he believed in. Hearing the bell at this moment, his dim eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he stood up.
Turning around, he saw an ancient clock hanging on the side wall chiming in the calm wind, with a strange pattern gradually emerging on it.
Those are actually not patterns, but words that only the priests understand. They are words that belong to an ancient civilization that has long since passed away. They were words left by their gods that symbolized the past glory of the great kingdom.
"Le... Ang..." The old priest read out the word with some hesitation, trying to remember which powerful person among the current royal family this name refers to.
After a moment, he shook his head, a little confused.
Because of that massacre, the descendants of the Eagle have declined in recent years, and there are not many strong people who can take advantage of them. Someone who can touch that line and is about to cross the limit of mortals, no matter how much he thinks about it, there is no one named him.
Maybe... not those who have been active in recent years, but some reclusive seniors
He thought again.
Suddenly, his body shook violently, and his eyes widened in surprise, showing an expression of disbelief.
He started running, his pace was astonishingly fast, and there was no sign of his age at all.
After a while, he came to the classics room, activated a magic circle, and entered a secret room.
That is the truly top-secret place in this temple. Only the chief priests of past generations can learn about it from the gods during prayers. The chief priest of each generation must keep this secret until death, and cannot even tell anyone.
There was a dark void inside the secret room, with tiny lights floating around him like little starlights.
There used to be sparks here, just like the sky full of stars, but now there are only a few lights. Even his old eyesight can clearly count the numbers at a glance.
But he didn't focus on the lights in front of him, but looked towards the corner.
In a dark corner, a small light was shining calmly.
The old man stretched out his hand nervously and touched the light with magic power.
The lights became brighter, reflecting a proud, upright, and energetic face.
"It's really you!"
The old man smiled silently, his face full of relief.