Tanya somewhere
In the devastated city ruins, groups of figures wearing red scarves and black veils walked silently. They were silent, their heads were lowered, their lips seemed to be meditating, and their expressions were extremely devout.
From time to time, a figure protruded from the underground hole in the ruins on the side, quietly watching the passing team. They watch with awe as the procession passes by their 'door' from time to time.
In the ruined city, there are still many abandoned bungalows left, and those who are lucky keep them intact.
This place has just gone through a battle with the monster's lair, and now the followers of the cult of evil spirits are patrolling around to clean up the remnants of the monster.
In a narrow bungalow space. A black figure was leaning against the wall, panting heavily.
Hoo. Hoo.
He seemed to want to exhale all his lungs, his entire chest arched high, and then sank down hard again.
In the darkness, the man's eyes were unusually bright. For a long time, he leaned against the wall before gradually breathing lightly, as if he began to listen to the movement outside the wall.
"Is there a problem?" Another voice came from the darkness.
"No, the patrol just passed by." The man with his back against the wall shook his head. "It seems to be safe for the time being."
"Pfft! These bastards of the evil god sect! Sooner or later, we will kill them all!" The voice in the darkness finally became much clearer, and it was the voice of a very young boy.
"How is Erin?"
"The situation is not good. She has a high fever, and she must find antipyretics as soon as possible!" The boy paused, "Did I turn on the light?"
"Come on." The man walked away from the wall and went deep into the room.
laugh.
A little soybean-sized flame lit up, and soon lit a white candlestick.
The dim light immediately illuminated most of the cabin.
In the middle of the hut was a small yellow wooden bed, on which lay a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, and beside him sat a white-haired boy. The boy's brows were wrinkled, forming a clear Sichuan character. Declining look.
At this moment, he was looking worriedly at the girl on the hospital bed.
"We must go out to find medicine!" The boy said in a firm tone.
"There must be people hunting us everywhere outside, and now you are looking for death." The man frowned and said, "Even if you have wings and gods, you can't escape from Havana. At least two of the three chiefs of Bainla this time Come out and arrest us, you can't take any chances."
"You want me to watch my sister die?!" The boy turned cold.
"I'm trying to stop your stupid behavior!" The man shook his head and said, he groped from his arms, "I found this when I went out just now."
He took out a small black round box and threw it to the boy,
The latter caught it, and when he saw the round box, he immediately showed a trace of doubt.
"what is this?"
"radio."
"Radio?" The boy's face showed a gleam of joy, "You mean?"
"Of course, with this, we can contact the outside world and get information from outside." The man nodded affirmatively, "Maybe we can find a way to get antipyretics."
"This time Havana is one of the eighteen evil gods, so he should be summoned by the evil god king. As long as he leaves here temporarily, we will have a chance." The man said solemnly, "Now I heard that the Heitian Society, the people from the three major institutions It's all here, if you can get close to the Ancestral God Pillar and inherit the power of the Ancestor God, then"
"It won't be that simple." The boy interrupted him, "The king of evil gods won't let us go so easily. It doesn't necessarily know that I can inherit the power of the ancestor god, but it will never allow any accidents to happen."
"Then what should I do?" The man was helpless.
"Don't be in a hurry. The more forces come, the more opportunities that may arise. The three major organizations, the Heitian Society, are all outsiders, and they have little effect on the foundational layout of the Cult of the Heretic God. Their thousands of years of layout are not a joke. It’s fun, this matter must be carefully considered.” The boy fell into deep thought.
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two weeks later.
Garen stayed in the Shining Pool for nearly a month. Apart from practicing secret martial arts every day, he was studying the Shining Water, or randomly tuning the radio to receive sounds from different frequency bands from the outside world.
Occasionally go out with Wuguang to sweep the surrounding low-level mutant creatures. Although the potential points obtained are pitifully small, it is better than nothing. The surrounding high-level monsters are all wiped out by Wuguang. If you want to find stronger ones, you can only go farther place.
It didn't take long for the cultist to finally arrive.
In the afternoon, the fine rain fell outside the hall door, and the breeze blew into the hall, bringing bursts of chill and dampness.
Two red-clothed men wearing black horn helmets were sitting upright on the right side of the cave hall, looking proudly at the lightless island master on the main seat.
"Our cult's requirements are very simple. We must take over the Shining Water and the Shining Pool. This is the most basic bottom line." Among them, the white-faced, green-eyed young man spoke loudly, speaking nondescript Kuwaitan. It sounds completely out of tune.
"Are all the people from the Cult of the Evil God so rude when they come out?" A female guard beside Wuguang scolded.
"We have been very patient and polite." The young man said coldly.
"You!" The guard became even more angry, holding the handle of the knife at his waist, obviously ready to strike, and the guards in the surrounding hall also looked solemn, holding the handle of the weapon, and turmoil might break out at any time.
Wuguang raised his hand to stop the excitement of his subordinates. He knows the strength of the cult of the evil gods better than anyone else. All the eighteen evil gods are above type four, and the king of evil gods is an unprecedented peak of type five.
Unlike Kuwaitan, which relied on secret treasures to build a country, Tanya is a regime established by killing and killing, and their internal struggles have never stopped.
Perhaps the formerly monolithic Kuwaitan could rely on secret treasures to sit on an equal footing with Tania, but now, with its strength greatly weakened and split into four forces, Kuwaitan is no longer qualified to have a direct dialogue with Tania.
Relying solely on the power of the Kurosawa Palace, it is impossible to fight against the Eighteen Evil Gods, let alone the King of Evil Gods, and the trump card in the dark.
Presumably in the eyes of the other party, the Black Ze Palace is just a small power located in a remote area, and it doesn't deserve much attention.
Wu Guang knew in his heart that he was in charge of this place on the surface, but in fact it was the real palace lord, Garen, who was in charge, but outsiders didn't know that Garen and Kongqin had arrived here.
And Garen arrived here ahead of time, and stayed here for so long, obviously waiting for something. Maybe it's just waiting for someone from the cult of the evil god
Wu Guang had some vague guesses, did the palace lord have expected this to happen a long time ago
"Don't worry, you two, we can provide the shining water, but it is impossible to give up the shining pool. This is a resource that we have lost a lot of money. Do you think it is possible to give up for nothing in a few words? "The dull face smiled kindly, although the other party was only two type-three totem masters, and they couldn't even touch the edge of the aura, but he didn't get angry at all, showing a lot of patience.
"Tch!" Unexpectedly, the young man sneered, "Sure enough, Lord Evil God has long expected that you will not give up, so we should be here soon. The two of us are just vanguard messengers. It won't take two days. Lord and others It will be there, when the time comes...hehe."
Wuguang frowned slightly.
The strength of the evil god is about the same as him, at the same level, but the evil god has the most shameless ability, that is, not to hurt the origin of the evil god, so even if he is killed outside, he can still be revived in the evil god religion. The origins of the eighteen evil gods are all stored in the headquarters of the evil gods, and they cannot be killed at all. This is also the reason why the king of Tania is still unable to do anything to the eighteen evil gods despite his strength. Without completely defeating the cult of the evil gods and destroying the origin of the evil gods, the evil gods are equivalent to being immortal.
The biggest difference between the Cthulhu and the general Type 4 lies in its immortality. If you can't beat you once, I'll come back to life for the second time, and for the third time, it can grind you to death.
"It's still the same sentence. Although our Kurosawa Palace is not strong, we can't be forced to retreat with a few words." Wuguang still replied indifferently, "As for the evil god coming in person, we have to use our hands to talk about it." He used to face This kind of powerful force dare not say such tough words. After all, he is the only one who is the strongest on an island. After joining the Black Ze Palace, he has absolute protection, plus there are many elders behind him, and there is also an unpredictable palace master. , Speaking is also much tougher.
The other party was not angry, and the young man laughed twice.
"Since the elder said so, then let the Lord personally mention it again. Let's go!"
The two got up and left the cave hall directly and quickly.
Not long after the two left, the figures of Garen and Kongqin silently appeared on the two seats on the left.
"Palace Master, you heard just now that the Cultists have no intention of making a deal with us." Wu Guang looked at Garen who was on the side.
"It doesn't matter." Garen was dressed in a black robe and sat on the seat with a calm expression. "If you want others to respect you, you must show enough strength, otherwise no one will negotiate a deal with an ant."
"Then what does the palace lord mean?" Wu Guang seemed to be guessing, with a hint of excitement on his face.
"Since they want us to show our strength, let's show them." Garen said calmly, stroking the armrest. "Aren't they going to rob it? It just so happens that I have something to go to Tanya."
"I'm with you." Kongqin nodded.
"All the strongholds of the Cult of the Cthulhu will be pulled out, and the order will be passed down. Anyone who sees the Cult of the Cthulhu will not be left behind by the forces under the Black Ze Palace." Garen showed a bloodthirsty smile on his face, "It just so happens that I also I want to see how powerful the legendary evil god king is."
"When there are more dead people, they will naturally look at you squarely." Garen's last words echoed slightly in the hall, but neither Kongqin nor Wuguang showed any timidity, and their faces showed anticipation.
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after one day
Bursts of red clouds faintly floated above the Shining Pool, and the clouds rolled and gathered, showing a strange blood color. Like thick blood, it seemed to be about to drip down.
"The great evil god Bacansain has arrived, mortals, welcome the wrath of God!!"
A majestic sound came down from the clouds in the sky, like thunder rolling. The Kuwaitan language, which is far more fluent than that of the messenger, allowed all the totem masters and guard soldiers stationed below to understand the voice of the visitor.
laugh! !
A black light suddenly shot out from the valley of the Shining Pool below. Piercing straight through the red cloud, revealing the golden pillar of sunlight in the sky.
A black figure floated among the red clouds out of thin air.
Garen calmly scanned the surrounding red clouds. These rolling red clouds continued to emit a strong stench, and strands of highly poisonous smoke kept penetrating into the pores of his skin.
Hiss.
A frighteningly loud inhalation sound sounded out of nowhere from the sky.
Garen raised his head, his chest suddenly sank, as if he had sunk into a big hole out of thin air.
hiss.
A large number of red clouds around him were inhaled by him like a thousand streams returning to the sea.
In just a split second, the red clouds in the entire sky were cleared up, revealing a man in a blood-red robe floating in mid-air.
"How dare you absorb my ten thousand blood poisonous cloud!!" The man's face showed a mixture of shock and anger.
He spread out his palm, and three blood-red diamonds spun into a ring in his palm, constantly turning.
"True red blood diamond!!!" The man held up his hands and held up the ring-shaped blood diamond. An indescribably intense blood light bloomed from his side, and the halo became more and more intense, and even reached a A stinging step.
In the entire sky, even the brilliance of the sun is temporarily covered.
"Let me go" Bang! ! !
Before he finished yelling, the man was crushed by a huge hand of black air, and the huge black cloud formed a terrifying giant hand, which smashed the man to the ground, and a clear and clear image suddenly appeared on the entire rocky area on the ground. huge handprints.
The earth was still reverberating with violent concussion rumbles.
Garen in the air slowly withdrew his hand, and glanced at the evil god who had been knocked unconscious below.
(end of this chapter)