"Speaking of which, you, the god of the sea, are also very interesting. At that time, when I listened to the prayer of the holy word, it was really shocking. Forget about the twin stars, you, as the god of the sea, seem to have the least number of followers among the sea tribe. It's amazing. Are you planning to give more opportunities to your godly nature because you have too many believers? ”

Argos, the god of mages, leaned against the railing and let the sea breeze blow on the brim of his hat, whirring it. The sea breeze swayed within the cloak, making it look as if it had come to life. looked at Raphael, and his tone seemed very casual.

"I didn't think about it so much, it was already a fluke to be able to become a god, but there weren't so many choices." The three gods chatted with each other, not to explore their respective backgrounds, but to simply chat. In order to be able to get acquainted with each other a little bit, and lay some foundation for the next action.

A team that doesn't know anything about each other, pulling it out to fight, not to mention that the general is not at ease, even the soldiers will beat the drum in their hearts. Although cooperation is not something that can be honed overnight, it will not hurt to get to know more about the partners around you.

"It's too modest, there are so many people in the world who aspire to become gods, but very few who become gods. It's not a fluke that can cover it. And in terms of your age as a god, you're even more amazing than the goddess of magic. After all, you are a god who has gone through the god sealing ceremony and sealed the god step by step. I don't dare to say whether there will be younger gods in the future, but at least for now, you can be considered a very conspicuous existence. ”

Thom, the god of loyalty and courage, shook his head slightly, this man who usually seemed a little taciturn, this call was really a bit surprising. Not to mention such boastful words, it is obviously Raphael's responsibility that makes this one appreciate it very much.

Ships sail at great speed, like arrows shot from a bow. And with Raphael's ability to manipulate storms and seas, they can move forward without stopping. This makes the crew on the ship seem very busy, and the sails need to be adjusted from time to time so that they don't get too strong and cause unnecessary trouble.

The wind will test the crew's abilities even more, and looking at the scenery around them like light and shadow, the conversation between the three gods has changed from the previous idle to some thoughts on the next action.

"In this investigation, we can only try not to expose our target. It's just a pity that there is nothing in our respective divine power fields that has anything to do with stealth. This will undoubtedly greatly increase the difficulty of the trip. "It was Tom, the god of loyalty and courage, who spoke, and since the three of them had taken on this duty, it was natural that they should do their best. In other words, if you don't do your best, you may have to spill blood on the spot.

Raphael was relatively silent at this time, after all, as a new god, whether it was experience or experience in all aspects, there was still a gap with them and these old people. It's better to listen to it first, and at the same time, it can reduce the jokes caused by ignorance.

"I remember that His Excellency Argos's realm of divine power seems to be related to phantoms." However, silence does not mean not opening your mouth, discussing and discussing, and only when everyone opens their mouths can it be said to be a discussion.

"Well, that's what the old man gets when he's bored." The god of mages, Argos, did not twist, and immediately accepted it.

"Perhaps we can use this realm of divine power of His Excellency Arcos to gain some space for us to move." Raphael's words only stopped at the point, but the other two also understood the hidden meaning of Raphael's words.

"What those evil gods hate the most, I think it's the three gods. Because the three of them have blocked their plans many times, and the team that went to the Pietarsari steppes this time is led by the troops of the three gods, it is really a new hatred and an old hatred. Perhaps we can ask the gods of battle to join us in a play. ”

Raphael didn't think there was much wrong with his words, but Thom, the god of loyalty and courage, interrupted, "I agree with His Excellency Raphael's plan, and I think it's a great plan. But whether or not we should change the person we choose to work with, I always feel that the God of Combat will not be a good choice. ”

This is not a tactful statement, especially since he is still in front of a Raphael who is an ally of the god of battle, Tapas. His words undoubtedly showed a sense of disgust for Tapas, the god of battle. But it's no wonder he's doing so, as many of his actions in his daily life are completely contrary to the teachings advocated by the three gods.

Disgust is light, and sometimes there are small frictions between believers. So the relationship between the two sides is by no means good, and if it weren't for the fact that it was in Raphael's manor last time, they would never sit together in a harmonious group.

"Since Lord Tom doesn't think the God of Battle would be a good candidate, what about the Goddess of Strategy?" Although Raphael had heard of some feuds between the two sides, his own life was at stake, and he was really unwilling to give up such an important position to other gods.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the three gods and the god of battle is not good, and that is a matter between them. But the relationship between him and the God of Battle, Tapas, is very harmonious, and a big guy who can involve a fighting god to come out to help, no matter how you say it, is a very reliable thing.

If some personal factors affect the overall situation, Raphael feels that the pattern of this god of loyalty and courage is really a little too small.

"Since it's the goddess of strategy, that's fine." Yes, although it makes no difference. It's just a god under the god king, but if you change your name, it's always more passable on top of your heart and face. The inner feelings are different, they are not receiving the assistance of the god of battle, Tapas. It's the help of the Red Knight, the goddess of strategy, and the favor is not received by Tapas, the god of battle, and that's enough.

Therefore, man is such a twisted creature. Even those beings who have become gods from man cannot escape these seemingly mundane views. It's obviously the same thing, but you have to see if the mountain is not a mountain, and the water is not water. It's still my own thoughts.

"That's ......"

The night was long, and so was the conversation.

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On the Pietarsari steppe, the devils' attacks are so unstoppable, and if they feel right, they don't cherish their own little life. But the barbarians who stood at the forefront did not retreat, although their hearts had begun to beat rapidly, and an unnatural flush appeared on their faces, their eyes seemed more determined, and they did not retreat but advanced.

Behind is the Sleep of the Ancestors, if they choose to retreat at this time, that is to push the door of the Sleep of the Ancestors open, allowing the other party to enter generously. This kind of thing can't happen to them.

Even if the only way forward is death, as long as they die well, they have nothing to fear.

"Drink!" A loud shout is to strengthen their courage, maybe they want to use this momentum to die generously, or do they want to make the irresistible ghost face retreat?

The courage may have been there, but the ghost face was still irresistibly flying anyway.

"Shield!" This time, it was not the lamp that struck, but the other chief priests who struck together, and a large character emerged from the air, turning into countless lights and shadows, intercepting in front of the ghost face and those barbarian soldiers.

The night, at this moment, seemed to change into day. The expressions on everyone's faces were clearly illuminated, with slightly swaying bodies and trembling hands. And over there, the bodies of the three demons began to slowly lift, and the four hundred dark elves all turned into dead souls at this moment, turned into unwillingness and despair, and merged into their bodies.

The fear and insecurity in the hearts of those barbarians also became the nourishment of their bodies, and they were quietly amplified. They had been hiding it before, but they didn't expect the venerable chief priest to hide it even deeper. They felt a little unexpected. However, this is only a scene of returning to the light after all, and if the old man thinks that he can kill them in this way, he really looks down on them too much.

They were able to survive in this land under the siege and interception of the gods, and a group of barbarians, a group of people wanted to stop their progress? Isn't it a little too contemptuous of them? They didn't worry about the gods taking matters into their own hands, because it was a wrestling in the first place.

Whoever strikes first is selling the flaw. Neither side is weak, except for those weaker gods, it can be said that they are masters of fiddling with the rules. What are the consequences of a flaw? Minor injuries can lead to death. No god would fight like this, and it was not an easy task to go from a chess player to a pawn.

The law of success is also the law of failure.

The laws make the gods stronger, but the laws on the continent of Io also constrain their power. Take Tyr, the god of justice, for example, even if he descends on the Io continent in the form of a god, that power must be suppressed above the weaker divine power. If you fight like this, you lose your advantage.

"So, I said it earlier. Don't underestimate us evil gods, do you really think that you alone can resist our progress? The female devil's face looked very beautiful at this moment, one hand had been raised from the drooping state, and her footsteps were moving slowly, obviously trying to escape from this damn cage.

"Press!" Another pressure emerged from the air, causing their legs to kneel uncontrollably, as if in confession of their sins.

But the ghost face was not stopped by this, and the momentum of the offensive not only did not slow down, but became more frenzied. Crashing over the wall of light, a series of 'knocks knocks' like a drunken brute knocking on his door, begging his angry wife to let him enter the house.

"Ancestor, please bless us!" These barbarians couldn't help but murmur in a low voice as they looked at the white and pure light. The firmness of his eyes gave him a hint of expectation.

The Ancestral Sleep in the rear seemed to hear the cries of these barbarians, sincere emotions. The ground trembled slightly, it was a place built like a palace, and the stones were firmly together, forming a place of unwavering heart that was beaten by the wind and rain.

The stone doors on it were slowly opened in a roar, and out of them jumped out of the existence of wolf-faced human beings, each holding a short spear in their left and right hands, the short spear looked very quaint and looked useless.

"Ancestor Warrior, it turned out to be Ancestor Warrior! The legend is true, there really are ancestral warriors! The scene behind naturally attracted the attention of the barbarians, and they exclaimed in surprise at the sight of these slowly approaching creatures.

It is rumored that only those who have made a great contribution to the race are eligible to be absorbed by the Ancestral Sleep, and then transformed into special beings by the forces within it.

Will the legend shine today?

Or is this the end of the legend?

No one knew, but there was absolute fanaticism in the eyes of these barbarians. The ancestors responded to their vision, and it was as if a fanatic had been answered by a deity during his daily morning prayer, and the lottery ticket holder had won the jackpot.

The ancestral warriors seemed to have been inactive for a long time, and showed some stiffness as they walked.

Ghostface broke through the wall of light, and was about to devour the barbarians in front of him, when one of the guys' short spears was thrown out, and there was a faint electric light on the short spear, and there was a soft sound between flights. The moment it was thrown, it was already where the ghost face was, and the slight lightning on it collided with the ghost face.

The cyan and black currents stretched outward, sweeping the barbarians backwards and saving one of their lives. The power of the thunder and lightning on the short spear suddenly increased, piercing through the layer of black mist formed by the ghost face, and directly crashed into its large mouth. The battle was won and lost in a matter of moments, and the despair above the ghost face instantly eroded the power on the short spear.

Then he turned into an ordinary iron and fell to the ground, and the chief priests frowned. Couldn't even the ancestral warriors sanction this ghost? If that's the case, is it true that the barbarians are going to be removed from this continent today?

As if aware that his abilities were under suspicion, the Ancestral Warrior's form flashed, like a teleportation used by a magician, and a moment later appeared directly in front of the ghostly face. The wolf's head looked so terrifying, no kinder than the ghostly face. But the horror of this wolf's head is majestic and solemn, and his gaze is really like lightning shooting out of his pupils, stabbing straight at the ghost face in front of him.

With a wail and a cry of pain, the ghost face, which had been on a rampage, finally stopped its flight trajectory and stopped in the air. There was a faint smell of retreat.

"The sleep of the ancestors is not allowed to be entered by outsiders." The voice of the ancestral warrior was very stiff, like an unlubricated gear. But to those barbarians, it was nothing more than a heavenly sound.

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