Wails erupted on both sides of the road after the attack.

A middle-aged believer who had been splashed by the scorching dragon flame was kneeling on the ground, unscorching his scorched leather armor.

The burnt flesh is revealed, and it is emitting a strange fragrance.

Sticking the long sword in his hand into the ground, the middle-aged believer reached out and gestured at the wound, shaking his head slightly.

"Blacksmith, help me cut off this rotten meat, it's inconvenient for me to do it myself!"

The wrinkled middle-aged believer raised his head and shouted at a man who was rummaging through the corpse.

Hearing this, the muscular man threw away the corpse in his hand and picked up the opponent's knife at the same time.

"This poor ghost doesn't have anything of value on him!"

The blacksmith squatted in front of the middle-aged believer and spat at the corpse whose head had been burned off by Long Yan, with a hint of regret on his face.

"Dead people's things, you still have to pick and choose, it's good to be able to get a war knife!"

The middle-aged believer took off his clothes, revealing his sturdy body covered in scars, while biting the wooden stick he picked up casually in his mouth.

The blacksmith swept the wounds on the middle-aged believer's body, drew a short knife from his tattered leather boots, and rubbed it the cuff.

"I'm not like you, I don't want to be blessed, what sin do I have to come to atone for?

Look at what this demon slayer army has become now, the demons outside the sky haven't seen it, but they have done a lot of burning, killing and looting, and they don't know who the demons are? ”

"What they do is their business, at least my purpose is very pure, that is, to drive away the Outer Demon Clan, to repay the sins I committed back then!"

The blacksmith snorted coldly, and there was some unwillingness in his tone: "I'm not going to slay demons, but I want to follow the demon slayer army to earn a sum of money for my son to go to the academy!"

Who knew that with these poor ghosts, there wouldn't be much business at all, and I wouldn't have come if I had known! ”

While complaining, the blacksmith put the short knife close to the wound of the middle-aged believer, and without hesitation, stabbed the tip of the knife into the rotten flesh.

With a sharp knife, the fist-sized piece of charred black carrion fell from the shoulders of the middle-aged believer and fell to the ground.

During the entire clean-up process, the middle-aged believer's brows did not wrinkle, and his will was extremely tenacious.

"Get rid of your clean up, this kind of wound is very troublesome, and it will rot and drain pus if you are not careful!"

The middle-aged believer glanced at the hideous wound and said to the blacksmith with some dissatisfaction.

"Hehe, why are you afraid of death? Then why did you come back in the first place? ”

As he spoke, the blacksmith's short knife scraped through the wound again, kicking out all the carrion, and the red blood slowly flowed out.

The herbs from his backpack were taken out, poured over the wound, and treated with a ball of cloth and strips of cloth, and the blacksmith stopped busy.

The middle-aged believer was already sweating profusely, and his body trembled from time to time, and he nodded to the blacksmith in thanks.

Glancing at the surrounding corpses, the middle-aged believer was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the long sword stuck in the ground with his right hand, and began to pray with his head down.

"With your protection, the lost souls can return to their homeland, and the war dead can rest in peace......"

He was praying to the gods he believed in, so that the souls of these dead demon slayers could be liberated!

Regardless of whether these demon slayers really came to slay demons or not, as long as they were in the same camp, they were qualified to be called his comrades-in-arms.

Now that these guests from afar have died in a foreign land, as middle-aged believers from their hometowns, they naturally want to pray for these dead souls!

The blacksmith sharpened the war knife he had just picked up, and was a little disdainful of the middle-aged believer's behavior, and did not pray for the dead like the middle-aged believer did.

In the demon slaying army, there are many people like blacksmiths, who only took risks to participate in the expedition just to make a fortune, not just to slay demons.

They are trading their lives for a chance to make a fortune, but in the end, it is only a small number of lucky people who can achieve their goal.

When he was inspecting the battlefield just now, the blacksmith saw that a leatherman in the same city had died in the chaos just now, and he looked miserable.

The only thing the blacksmith can do is to dig a shallow pit and bury this unlucky man later, lest he become a corpse in the wilderness!

Just as the blacksmith was pondering how to make more money, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little wrong, and he looked around, only to find that the source of the anomaly was on the middle-aged believer.

The middle-aged believer, who was half-kneeling on the ground and praying, gradually exuded a terrifying power, as if it were substance, making it difficult for people to breathe.

A dazzling light began to emerge from around his body, making people dare not look directly.

"Bang dang!"

The war knife in the blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and the whole person couldn't help but kneel on the ground, his eyes full of incredulity.

At this time, the middle-aged believer was like a god descending in his eyes, exuding a majesty that terrified mortals.

This scene was also seen by the surrounding demon slayers, who were shocked at the same time, they also chose to kneel on the ground and hold their palms to their hearts to express their respect.

When a pious old priest saw this scene, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept muttering to himself.

"I actually felt the breath of the true gods, and in this way they intended to tell us that they had been watching their followers?"

As he spoke, the old priest also knelt on the ground and began to pray to the gods he believed in.

After a minute or so, the half-kneeling middle-aged believer slowly stood up from the ground and glanced up.

The middle-aged believers at this time are the same as the original judgment!

The traces of time on his face have long since disappeared, and a pair of eyes have become more profound, as if there are endless stars circulating, and the wound caused by the dragon flame has now been completely healed!

Raising the long sword in his hand that became dazzling, under the gaze of tens of thousands of demon slayers, the body of the middle-aged believer slowly rose into the air.

A voice full of majestic vicissitudes came from his mouth and sounded in the ears of all demon slayers.

"The Outer Demons are greedy by nature, and the world they invade will be completely ruined!

They have not yet officially arrived, so they must be stopped before disaster happens!

I am Merunez, your strong backing, who will fight with you to banish the Outer Demons from this world! ”

With a loud roar from the middle-aged believer possessed by Merunez, the sword in his hand slashed into the void, and then a pitch-black crack appeared in everyone's eyes.

Through that gap, one could see a strange world of desolation, gray mist and black smoke, and fiery red magma rolling in the lake.

All kinds of ugly and vicious monsters are circling and roaring in this world, and trying to break out of this crack!

This is the world of the gods, and they live here, looking down on the countless creatures of this world!

And the origin of the world that Tang Zhen has been looking for exists in these small worlds formed by relying on the main world, no wonder he secretly searched several times, but there was no result.

Because these world origin powers have been condensed into entities, they have become the legendary gods of Tamriel, hiding in the small world and not coming out!

However, as the date of the arrival of the Holy Dragon City gradually approached, these indigenous gods who felt the crisis was coming, finally couldn't sit still!

So they chose this way to declare their existence and encourage their followers to fight.

The stormy continent of Tamriel began to become even more chaotic due to civil strife and the appearance of the Outer Demons......