Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 507 Smoke
"My internal strength has recovered, we can go down." Rhodes opened his eyes, stood up and patted off the snowflakes on his body.

Not long ago, light snow began to float in the sky, but the temperature is still not low enough, and the snowflakes melted into water as soon as they fell on the ground.

"Are all the murlocs in the ice dead? If they are not dead and we smash the ice, they might take the opportunity to escape one or two." Michelle asked.

"I'm sure none of them survived." Rhodes closed his eyes, but he didn't hear any murlocs praying to him.

Thinking about it carefully, even if those murlocs survived, they would definitely not pray to him again. After all, they saw with their own eyes the gods they believed in attacking them and freezing them into ice.

However, it seems that there is a creator god who has always claimed to destroy the world, and has actually done such things in the story, and many people still believe in it.

After Michel released the previous spell on the two, the two entered the water again.

The hole at the bottom of the river has been blocked by floating ice, Rhodes took out a warhammer from the space ring and began to smash the ice bit by bit.

If the ice cube is melted by increasing the temperature, it will consume a lot of energy, and when he melts the ice cube, the power in his body will be exhausted again.

In order to cope with possible emergencies after the altar was destroyed, Rhodes felt that he had to maintain a good state.

"It's too slow for you to do this." Michel frowned as he watched Rhodes smashing the ice with his warhammer.

"Then what can I do? I don't want to hit it slowly like this, but I can only recover my physical strength faster." Rhodes turned his head and said.

His strength is very large, and his efficiency is faster than that of an excavator.

Every time the hammer hits, a large piece of ice in front of him will be broken and turned into ice slag.

Not long after, the two arrived near the altar.

Rhode swam to the bottom of one of the stone pillars with a warhammer, and it seemed that there was an invisible force protecting these stone pillars.

The river water around them was only slightly colder, and had not been frozen into ice.

"I'm going to do it." Rhodes turned his head and said.

Then, using his internal force, he raised his war hammer and smashed it at the stone pillar in front of him.

boom!
A dull sound resounded in the water, and ripples spread around the center of the warhammer, and the stone pillar in front of it only cracked a few cracks.

Rhodes had just clearly seen a faint light appear on the surface of the stone pillar after his warhammer hit it.

After one blow, this layer of light became even dimmer.

He raised his hammer again and slammed it at the stone pillar.

The stone pillar in front of him shattered into two halves and fell to the ground into rubble.

"Be careful!" Rhodes heard Michel's voice from afar.

He turned his head and saw that all the remaining stone pillars on the altar were broken from it, and a few broken stone pillars fell right in the direction he was now.

Rhodes dodged deftly, and several stone pillars rubbed against his head and fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

A shrill scream rang in Rhode's ears, and countless black smoke seeped from the edge of the altar under the stone pillar.

"What is this?" Rhodes asked.

"They should all be tortured souls, and the grievances left before those souls completely dissipated." Michel said, looking at the black smoke slowly overflowing from the altar.

They stood in the center of the altar, and the black smoke seeped from the edge of the altar. Even from such a long distance, Rhodes could feel the anger, resentment, and despair they emitted.

He raised his hand, and he saw a faint black smoke floating out of himself.

Michel also noticed that the smoke was also overflowing from Rhodes: "Fortunately, I guessed your thoughts and destroyed this altar now, otherwise you will definitely be affected by these distorted souls and their resentment."

Rhodes didn't speak, and pictures flashed before his eyes, which should be what these soul masters have experienced.

The murloc evil god is countless times more evil than he imagined. It relies on bloody and cruel rule to keep the murlocs in the clan devout.

The scenes that Rhodes saw most were bloody sacrifices.

"Do we need to purify these souls?" Rhodes asked after recovering.

"No need." Michelle shook his head: "The ones next to us are all incomplete souls eaten by that evil god. They cannot enter the world of the dead and will slowly dissipate in this world."

"Won't the gathering of so many resentful and incomplete souls change this place? For example, turning the frozen murlocs around into undead." Rhodes asked.

"Have you read too many novels about demon hunters? This kind of thing seems to only appear in novels. Souls full of resentment will affect ordinary people, and then they will be resolved after a battle of wits with passing demon hunters." .

The souls here don't have any power left. The evil god has already swallowed up most of the power in their souls, and it won't be long before they dissipate. "Michel suddenly laughed.

"If you are worried, I can act as a demon hunter and purify them," she said again.

"No need." Rhodes also saw the surrounding black smoke continue to fade.

However, the altar under their feet was still overflowing with black smoke.

Rhodes turned on the system and found that the system did not show that he had completed the task.

"Stand aside, there is something wrong with the stone platform we are stepping on now." Rhodes turned his head and said.

He swam to the top of the altar and took out a warhammer, using his internal force, it fell from above and hit the stone platform below heavily.

The small hammer is forty, the big hammer is eighty, and the war hammer in my hand is at least one hundred and sixty.

boom!
The stone platform made of black rock shattered.

Countless black smoke gushed out, drowning Rhodes and Misail not far away.

Rhodes felt that staying in these black smoke was almost like being wrapped in black pus made by the evil murloc, but the power of these black smoke was obviously not as good as that kind of black pus, and it had no effect on him.

Misel not far away is estimated to have been affected by this black smoke.

She squatted on the ground, her body trembling constantly, her white and slender fingers digging hard at the ground, but the golden shield on the surface of her body did not dissipate.

Rhode walked to Michel through the black smoke, not knowing what to do now.

Just as he was thinking about this, Michel stood up unsteadily.

"Are you okay?" Rhodes stretched out his hand to help her.

"I'm fine." Michelle shook his head, with a painful expression on his face.

She took a deep breath, her expression returned to normal, and she began to recite the obscure incantation in an unknown language.

A golden light shone on her body, and the black smoke around her began to gradually fade away, before finally disappearing completely.

But not long after, some black smoke overflowed from the altar.

"This altar seems to be connected to a portal, which should lead to the former lair of the evil god. If the altar there is not destroyed, black smoke formed by such incomplete souls will continue to float over." Misaier said Said to Rhodes while using magic to disperse the surrounding black smoke.

"Then can we pass through this portal?" Rhodes asked.

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(End of this chapter)