The pure, majestic power of faith, when the flames of the moon scorched those demon beasts, poured into Dean's body again, and the 'moon' that was about to complete the stage once again advanced its own progress.

For each demon beast in front of him, although the power of faith that can be obtained by taking it out alone is not enough, it is better than a large number.

3 out of 10!

In a breath, Dean's 'moon' went one step further.

It's only one step away from completing the contract with the one-eyed creature.

You don't need to finish four-tenths, you just need to move a little bit further.

To put it simply, the power of faith required to reach the level of completion of the 'moon' has increased several times in a straight line again.

However, Dean had expected it and was not caught off guard.

After all, it was only necessary to connect with the Old Gods, and then think about the starting point of the 'Moon', etc., and if there was no such change after that, Dean would be strange.

Not to mention the advanced level of 'moon', which is several times of the basic level of 'moon'.

"Who are you?"

A slightly weak voice rang out, drawing Dean's attention.

"Dean. Willing. Zelgaon! ”

Dean looked at the man lying on the ground, still clenched on his long-handled tomahawk, and his whole body was like a bear.

"Thank you!"

Compared with Dean's large number, the man lying on the ground was much more direct, he thanked him directly, and then struggled to stand up.

This took Dean by surprise.

Because, in Dean's perception, this man was obviously very weak in the last moment. But only a few breaths. It's a little bit of a recovery.

Although just from a seriously ill person. To the level of ordinary people, but it is enough to marvel at this resilience.

What's more, the recovery of the other party did not stop.

"Damn the monster, Blank. Storm Bear! ”

The bear-like man looked at the demon beast that was dead and wounded in the white flames, spat at the ground fiercely, and then slapped his chest at Dean and said.

This is the etiquette of the Storm Bear Tribe, and it can be called friendly.

"Are you the only survivor of the Storm Bear Tribe? To be called a warrior! ”

Dean asked.

"Yes! But. I'm the strongest one! ”

The other party did not hide it, but there was pride in his words.

"Good!"

Dean nodded, and then, in a formal tone, "I extend an invitation to you—if you want revenge...... Don't pay attention to those monsters, they are just some insignificant pawns, and the real mastermind is someone else! ”

"Who is it?!"

The other party shouted in a low voice, and the wide, powerful palm clenched his battle axe tightly, and a strong battle intent appeared on his body.

At this time, the other party's injuries had healed.

However, there are scars left on his body.

Especially at the shoulders. It has a hideous bite mark.

"An evil god, one who wants to destroy Defendillan. The evil gods who wiped out the Thunder City-State, the Sunset City-State, the Flame City-State, the Frost City-State, the Wind Tribe, and the Storm Bear Tribe! How do you choose? ”

Dean said slowly, looking at the other party.

"A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye - the principle of a violent bear!"

The other party roared.

"Very well, then you are welcome to join my team!"

Dean smiled and stretched out.

The other man squeezed Dean's palm tightly.

……

By the time the four of Gray arrived, everything had fallen to the ground.

However, when seeing Blank. When the bear was violent, the three people except Gray were still surprised.

"Long time no see, Patriarch Blank!"

Gates. Frost greets, and at the same time, reveals the identity of a bear-sized man in front of him.

However, Blank. Storm Bear didn't pay any attention to Gat. Frost, glancing with a very disdainful gaze, of course, Dro. Thunder and Gray also looked at each other.

Only when looking at Rand. When the wind blows, this gaze changes.

To be exact, see Rand. The sword in Wind's hand changed.

"Sword of the Wind?!"

Blank. Storm Bear let out a low roar and subconsciously raised his tomahawk.

The constant war between the Storm Bear Tribe and the Wind Tribe has already made the two sides familiar with each other. Storm Bear knew exactly what the Sword of the Wind represented.

It was the patriarch of the Tempest tribe, his sworn enemy.

When it comes to sworn enemies, the Storm Bear Tribe has always been ruthless.

And Rand. Tempest doesn't have any more affection for the Storm Bear Tribe, which is also due to the perennial war.

So, in Blank. When Storm Bear raised his battle axe, the Sword of the Wind was unsheathed.

Boom!

In a melodious metal tremble, the Sword of the Wind flashed a bright light and hit Blanc straight up. Violent bear's chest, and the latter did not care at all about such a threat.

Not only did the raised battle axe slash down fiercely, but the whole person took a step forward, allowing the sword of the wind to pierce into his chest.

This move is obviously beyond the reach of Rand. The anticipation of the gale.

The young man quickly drew his sword to dodge, but the sharp blade formed by the tomahawk's slashing through the air still slashed through the young man's ears, bringing up some broken hair, making the young man look a little embarrassed.

"Hahaha, weak little one, let me teach you the art of real fighting!"

Blank. Storm Bear roared loudly.

The whole person pounced on Rand again. Blast.

However, it was quickly stopped.

"Stop!"

Darrow. The Thunder got in the way of Blank. On the way to the charge, the violent bear shouted to stop.

However, such a drink has no effect at all.

Instead, Blank. The bear became more and more excited, and a smile appeared on his dark face.

Blank. Storm Bear once again shows the world that it belongs to the style of Storm Bear.

No matter how many opponents came, they were not afraid. Won't go back.

Of course. This would seem to others to be a form of barbarism.

Rumble!

Blank. Storm Bear crashes into Droz. Thunder's 'domain'. With an explosive roar, Blank. Storm Bear shook his head a little dizzily, while Droz. Thunder took three steps back.

"The power of the 'domain'!"

Gray was on the sidelines, his eyes narrowing.

As a 'domain' level powerhouse, Gray, who has a special power system, has always had a good eye, and he can easily see the Blanc in front of him. Storm Bear is also 'domain' level.

It's just that this 'domain' level is very peculiar. Not outwardly shown, but inward.

Moreover, it is not complete.

But even so, it's tough enough.

At the very least, Gray can recognize the other party as a teammate.

"Stop, if you still want revenge!"

Gray said coldly.

Obviously, such words are very useful, Blank. Storm Bear quickly woke up from his excitement and looked at Rand. Tempest, Droz. Thunder, Gates. Frost and Gray turned their heads to look at Dean on one side.

"They're my companions?"

The other party asked.

"Hmm. They are your companions and your temporary companions! ”

Dean nodded and said.

Blank. Storm Bear subconsciously wanted to refute Dean.

But. Before he could speak, he watched in amazement as Dean transformed into a 'moon'.

That's right, it's the moon!

Blank. Storm Bear rubbed his eyes in disbelief, looked up at the moon in the sky, and then looked at the 'moon' that was close at hand.

Obviously, to Blank. The way Storm Bear understood, he had a hard time figuring out what was going on.

Moreover, what surprised him even more was still to come.

One by one, translucent souls appeared.

The faces of those souls were so familiar.

His subordinates, comrades-in-arms, friends and relatives.

"This, this ......"

The bear-like man's mouth was wide open, completely unsure of what to say, leaving only one character to mutter back and forth in his mouth.

These souls that appeared were naturally all members of the Violent Bear tribe who died in battle.

Among them are warriors in the true sense of the word, as well as ordinary clansmen.

The number of the former is not much, only less than five hundred.

The latter is extremely large, with more than 20,000 people.

The spirits first saluted Dean in thanks, and then, in the manner of a soul's gaze, looked at Blank. Storm Bear.

If you are normally watched by tens of thousands of souls, even those who are familiar with it in your lifetime will definitely shudder.

However, Blank. Storm Bear is different.

In other words, the Storm Bear tribe communicates differently.

"Don't worry, I will definitely cut off the head of that evil god, I will make it understand that provoking the Violent Bear Tribe is the most wrong decision in her life!"

Blank. Storm Bear swears.

And in this oath, the souls of the Storm Bear tribesmen flew into the night sky and set off towards the land of the dead.

It's like a retrograde meteor shower, with a beautiful tail light, enveloping the entire night sky in a peculiar beauty.

Everyone looked up, and even Gray was attracted by the scene.

Only Dean frowned slightly.

With so many souls, none of them were willing to go to the 'Demigod Kingdom' he had constructed, even if he worked hard to communicate, but each of these Violent Bear tribesmen was so stubborn and persistent.

They thought they would return to the Storm Bear Tribe again after reincarnation.

Continue your life as a member of the Storm Bear tribe.

At first glance, it was a little ridiculous, but then it made Dean sigh at the faith of these souls.

They don't worship a god, they believe in their own tribe.

And because of this, Dean didn't hold back.

In other words, there is no way to keep it.

Even the true 'kingdom of God' needs your affection and my willingness, not to mention that Dean is not complete, and there are many mistakes and omissions in the 'demigod kingdom'.

Of course, Dean wasn't without his gains.

At least, the people of the Storm Bear tribe know about Entu.

Even if it is, the soul is no exception.

Dean received the gratitude of these souls who had been sent to the land of the dead, and this gratitude was naturally transformed into the power of faith.

Take Dean's 'Moon' one step further.

Four out of ten!

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