At the moment when Zhao Qi was slowly telling the sky, the huge prologue that was unfolded by him finally slowly opened a gap. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The vast material world of Tyranny, with its countless villages, is like scattered pearls, forming the unique social background and style of the Tyranid world, which is eye-catching.

Today is in a small village that is not yet inconspicuous, iron and blood, fire and wind, weeping and wailing. It seems to have become a timeless backdrop here.

In this era, it is normal for bandits, bandits, and bandits to constantly attack all kinds of villages.

Sometimes other races, even the country's military, also make cameos in such roles.

After all, the world-wide turmoil that the Tyrann Great World had experienced twenty years ago, even if the Church of the Gods and the legends above the tenth order in the world or the demigods helped to repair it, the impact caused by it was not at all able to be smoothed out.

This kind of ethnic displacement has changed the topography of the continent in more than one place, that is, several large kingdoms have been shattered into dozens of city-states, or simply changed dynasties and religions.

Twenty years? Twenty years have not only not calmed down this turmoil, but have intensified under the indulgence of the gods, intentionally or unintentionally, and the whispering of the abyss of hell and the evil gods.

Without the pain and sorrow that is deep in the marrow, how can it be possible to bear the most sweet and pious faith!

In such an environment, not to mention ordinary people, even those low-level and middle-level transcendents are powerless, and they are always trying to subvert the feeling of life!

In a small village where iron and fire are intertwined. Dozens of bandits, dressed in shabby clothes but with fierce and suffocating faces, surrounded the place.

These robbers have a fierce aura, and the black and red demonic energy in their eyes is even more stimulated by the reflection of blood.

Even if the peasants in this village resist desperately, how can ordinary agricultural tools be their opponents. However, after a few breaths, they were cut off and broken by a few knots, and they were all breathless.

For a while, the cries of the women and children here could not be stopped at all. Reflected in such an environment, there is no other meaning than to bring out their ferocity.

"Hahaha, dead old man, he's not young. That's a lot of power. It seems that when he was young, he was also a good fighter. ”

The weapons intersected, and an insolent scream was heard.

"Ahem, I don't know if it's excellent or not, but killing you doesn't cost me any effort at all." The two figures in the village square were completely scuffled, and an old man covered in explosive muscles gasped for breath and uttered a nonchalant voice.

"Idiot old man. You're just an ordinary retired warrior, and you don't even have the knighthood of a nobleman. I'm getting older and weaker, and I can't even maintain the strength of a first-order warrior, right, how many times can you fight with the strength just now? Once? Twice. Or three times? After all, you're not a second-order warrior, just a waste old man who hasn't even stimulated his fighting spirit. ”

I just saw that on the body of the bandit leader, an oily red burst luster flowed, and in an instant, his strength exploded and doubled! The long knife in his hand swept hard, and a muffled sonic boom broke out!

The next moment the old man was slashed into the flames that were raging. This is not even a superfluous word, and there is no breath.

Seeing that the only old man in his village who could fight with the robbers died in front of him, the crying in the village was even louder for a while. Old man Clark is still the guardian of his village no matter how old he is, but in the face of such a situation, he has no ability.

"It's all the best raw materials." A thin bandit who was blinded in one eye looked at the cries of nearly a hundred or so people, and couldn't help laughing, "Dedicate them to Lord Kleisto, and we may all be able to enter the threshold of official warriors, good materials, good materials." Our future depends on them. ”

"yes." The bandit leader who slashed the old man into the sea of fire with a knife also couldn't help but nod, "Our future depends on them, their souls, flesh and blood are Lord Christo's favorite things." What do you still watch? Kill! ”

"Yes..."

Cheers and grief became the main body of the place.

"What an unwillingness if I could be thirty years younger. I can smash these bastards! It's a pity. I'm too old. ”

Feeling the pain of being infinitely invaded by the flames, the old man grinned and flowed out all kinds of internal organs and clotted blood fragments. With his decades of combat experience, he already knew that he had no chance of survival.

"It's just a pity that I have too many secret wounds. If I had been able to break through to the Second Order Warrior, none of this would have happened. ”

Decades of soldiering have long been buried in his body with countless dark wounds, and he has not received formal treatment and good curiosities to nourish him.

Plus he's just too old. Being able to barely maintain the level of a first-order warrior is already blessed by the god of war. This battle was just an introduction, not the main reason at all.

"Unwilling, great god of war, I'm really unwilling. I don't want to die like this, I have something to protect, I don't want to die!!

Great God of War, can you hear my prayers? ”

The silent prayer in the fire shouted in the old man's heart, but his aging chest could no longer make a sound!

"God of War... Can you respond to the request of your humble believer for a word? ”

Clark's blood had long since run out, and the tears had dried up long ago.

But at this moment, I still have the urge to cry! The home of the second half of his life is about to be destroyed.

As long as he can protect the village, let alone the gods, the devil wants to trade with him, and he is willing!

"Really? Resolute and brave warrior, do you really have something to protect? ”

Without saying a word, a rough and high-pitched voice echoed in his ears like a voice from the top of a holy mountain on the other side of the world. It's dreamlike, but it's clear.

"Yes, as long as there is the power that can make me have protection, and I want to protect it, even if I want to give my soul, I am also willing."

Like the last straw of a drowning man, Old Man Clark seemed to be shouting with all the strength of his soul.

"I know that first-order souls are not valuable, but this is already the most valuable thing for me."

"It's not at all, is it the same with the teachings of the God of War?"

"Yes, I can abandon my faith in God."

"Yes, yes. It's great that you've found what you want to protect, cowardly warrior. The great voice seemed to be full of emotion at this time.

"Warriors. Remember your words, remember your touches. This is the essence of your power. It's also my essence!! ”

In an instant, there seemed to be a bright light in the sky. A small meteor smashed directly into the fire impartially!

"What's going on, what's going on?"

"I don't know. Could it be that a god gave the oath? ”

"What are you kidding, the gods are high, where can we be seen."

The scene in front of them is simply beyond the imagination of these people. It's just a slaughter of a village, so there's no such big reaction.

At this time, in the endless firelight, Clark was wrapped in flames, and walked out of the burning flames naked.

Step by step, his old face changed rapidly, old age, prime of life, middle age, and finally fixed on the face of youth.

On the bare skin, various pale shades like ashes painted countless divine lines.

This is the blessing of Mother Earth God, and it is also a curse of the gods!

"Who are you! Damn it, who the hell are you! ”

"You guys should be damned!!"

Clark's fingers slid into the void, and two chains were entwined, revealing the glow of endless divine blood and the phantom of the curse of the long knife in his hand!

Stroking the Chaos Knife, he smiled heartily,

"Long time no see, old man! I didn't expect that after Ragnarok, we would be able to meet again.

Wail in the flame, you waste!! ”