Two out of ten!

3 out of 10!

Four out of ten!

……

In Dean's perception, the power of faith transformed by the power of rules is not only pure, but also majestic, and it completes his 'moon' foundation in one fell swoop with the momentum of infusion.

"The previous demon beast, coupled with a lot of faith power, only made the foundation of the 'moon' one-tenth, but a dragon-shaped demon beast made the foundation of the 'moon' reach five-tenths - is it because of the dragon?"

Dean naturally guessed.

After all, the difference between the front and back is only the dragon.

However, Dean glanced at the teleportation array not far away.

When the dragon-shaped demon beast appeared, and those wizards and shamans performed blood sacrifices, the teleportation array was destroyed to a certain extent, and then when he smashed the dragon-shaped demon beast to the ground, the teleportation array was completely destroyed.

Otherwise, there may be even more special monsters.

"Hmph, what are you sorry for? Do you think that the demon beasts that appear after that will have transformed dragons will still have them? ”

The one-eyed creature snorted slightly disapprovingly.

"No, I don't think so, I just want to complete my 'Moon' as soon as possible, make my 'Domain' more balanced, and then hit a higher level!"

Dean affirmed.

That's what Dean said from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, as a legendary creature, Dean doesn't think dragons are everywhere.

What's more, the one-eyed creatures have said before that dragons are a little special because of the existence of a certain one.

Such a peculiarity will inevitably greatly reduce the probability of him encountering dragon-shaped demon beasts.

Even, maybe. The previous dragon-shaped demon beast was the only one.

But that doesn't hinder. Dean's plan for himself.

Slaughter monsters. It seems to be much faster than simply gaining the power of faith.

Of course, the slaughter of demon beasts must be accompanied by the power of faith of those who are saved.

Maybe......

Dean subconsciously looked in the direction of Thunder City.

Stare for a moment.

However, in the end, he gave up his plan to go there immediately - this is the trap set by Morbius for the three false gods, and the core of the trap is supposed to be Thunder City.

It's just speculation, but Dean has a glimmer of certainty.

Therefore, he did not want to go to Thunder City for the time being.

Face the three false gods. Dean wasn't sure.

Even if there are monsters there that are disgusted by the power of the rules.

Dean will never forget life and death because of 'greed'!

When to go?

Dean silently calculated the best time: when Morbius was about to close the net.

Undoubtedly, this is a pick-and-shoot approach.

But Dean thinks it's a risky operation.

Success, he will make his opponent fail, give him another respite, or even turn the tide of things.

Failure, and only relying on one-eyed creatures to escape.

It was because of the existence of the latter that Dean had the final decision.

Of course, some trivial parts still need to be carefully considered.

Luckily, he had the time!

Dean exhaled slightly, and turned to look at the Holy Helm City.

There was cheering.

Accompanied by cheers. The power of faith continued to enter Dean's body, although it was far less majestic than the power of rules transformed. But it's better than a trickle.

As long as these people do not die, the power of faith will continue to be generated.

Of course, it also needs Dean to 'deepen his impression' all the time.

Man is a forgetful creature.

They remember the moment well, and then, they forget it at a speed that you are caught off guard.

Dean knows this.

However, it is not needed for the time being.

With some follow-up means in mind, Dean stepped forward-

Airplanes!

A slight vibration, but with a special energy aura, appeared.

"Is this the Ancestral Spirit?"

Dean muttered to himself, then quickened his pace.

……

Time moved forward by half an hour.

Darrow. Thunder followed behind his uncle and walked towards the Land of the Ancestral Spirits.

The land of the ancestral spirits, the graveyard of the Thunder family.

Starting from the first generation of ancestors, all the way to the twenty-second generation of Droz. Thunder grandparents are buried in it.

The graveyard is located in the deepest part of the Holy Helm City, and is guarded by an elite team, and the second strongest of this generation of the Thunder Family: Allen. The personal guardianship of the elegy.

Darrow. Thunder passed through the corridors and barracks, and when the road in front of him became wide and narrow, a solemn look appeared on the young man's face.

Darrow. It's not the first time Thunder has come to the Land of Ancestral Spirits.

In fact, every special time of the year, his father brings him here.

Therefore, there are some rules that young people understand.

At the very least, he knew he needed to be quiet here.

Otherwise, it is disrespectful to the ancestors.

And this is naturally a top priority for young people who attach great importance to the honor of their ancestors.

The change in the bottom of his heart made the young man's expression change first, and then he took the initiative to take care of his clothes - although he could not change into more solemn clothes, he could pat the dust on them and make his clothes and shoes cleaner.

When his hair was finely arranged, the young man's eyes looked at his uncle.

The old man had been doing this before, even more so than the younger ones.

"Let's go!"

Looking at the young man's gaze, Alan. Elegy nodded.

Then, one after the other, the two of them walked up the gravel path, the gaps between the stones were green moss, and the road was lined with cliffs, even if there were vines climbing, you could see the traces of the original excavation.

In fact, in order to make the ancestral spirit land safe enough, the original Thunder Family mobilized nearly a thousand people and spent nearly three years. to complete everything in front of you.

Step, step!

The boots of the two made a clear footstep on the gravel.

Some shadows cast a series of glances. And then. Take it back again.

Darrow. Thunder could clearly feel the pressure in these gazes.

After all, the people who are guarding here are the elite of the Thunder family, and each one of them is a real powerhouse.

There are no foreign surnames, the oldest of whom can be traced back to his grandfather's generation.

Some of these guards willingly gave up everything to get here.

And some are because they have made mistakes.

Either way, though, they're loyal and reliable.

Because, they all have the same surname: thunder.

The winding gravel path came to an end in two minutes.

Two of them are twenty feet high. The gate, made entirely of bronze, stands against the mountain wall.

In front of the door, a gray-haired old man stood in front of the door with a cane.

See the approaching Droz. Thunder and Allen. The elegy doesn't have any special expression, as if it weren't seen.

And Droz. Thunder, Allen. But the elegy is a respectful salute.

This is the elder who has the highest rank and the strongest strength in the land of ancestral spirits.

"Let's go inside!"

The old man's voice was unwavering, as if he was not aware of the crisis of the entire Thunder Tribe at all.

However, Droz. Thunder and Allen. Both of them knew that the old man in front of them was the one who knew best.

As for why there is such a look?

It is nothing more than having absolute confidence in the power of the ancestral spirit.

Darrow. Thunder, Allen. The two saluted the old man again, and then, by Allen. With the elegy, he walked towards the two gates.

As the second strongest of this generation of the Thunder family, the key to the door is owned by Allen. Elegy is kept.

Click!

The turn of the key. There was a crunch from inside the door.

Squeak!

And then when Alan. As Elegy pushed the door, there was a slight screeching sound at the hinge.

Even with careful care every year. However, the gate of the Ancestral Spirit Land, which is only opened once a year, will inevitably rust, but this does not affect the final opening.

The bronze gate was pushed open.

Light entered through the door, and the whole world behind the door was filled with light.

The two columns of statues face each other like guards, stretching into the depths of the lobby, where there is a single statue standing in the middle.

The founder of the Thunder family.

The statues on both sides are the patriarchs of the Thunder Family.

Behind these ten-foot-tall statues was a sarcophagus from each generation of the Thunder Family patriarchs.

Darrow. Thunder walked into the lobby and looked at the statue on the right-hand side.

That statue is his father!

The twenty-third patriarch of the Thunder family.

The young man saw the coffin behind the statue of his father, not much, but definitely a lot.

Looking at the statue of his father, Droz. Thunder stood like a javelin, and then, bowing ninety degrees.

Not just the statue of his father and the coffin behind him, but in front of every statue, the young man is like this.

After all, those were all elders who sacrificed their lives for the entire Thunder Family.

One after the other.

Starting with his father's twenty-third generation, to his grandfather's twenty-second generation, and then to the twenty-first generation of the Thunder Family patriarch......

Each one is meticulous.

This is what the young man must do as the heir of the Thunder Family.

Until the statue of the patriarch of the first generation of the Thunder Family, who is also the founder of the Thunder Family, Droz. Thunder took a deep breath, and then fell to his knees.

"Ancestor, your majesty makes me reverent, and your honor illuminates the entire family......"

Darrow. Thunder prayed in a low voice.

And with such prayers, starting with the statue of the first patriarch and founder of the Thunder family, all the way to Droz. Until the statue of Thunder's grandfather, a hint of blue-white light appeared from above.

This hint of blue-white light became rich and transparent.

The breath of power is more and more majestic.

The young man felt these powers with reverence—these were the powers of the souls of the ancestors, and the next moment, these powers would be blessed upon him.

Help him through the crisis.

This is the power that guards the Thunder Family.

It is also a gift from every generation of ancestors.

For this, young people are inexplicably grateful.

And then......

There was a sharp pain in the vest, which made the young man subconsciously turn his head.

His uncle was standing there with a dagger in his hand.

The bright red blood on the dagger slowly dripped down.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......)