Lugia, my name of the elf

Boselin already knew how terrifying the Demon God was. It was far beyond the power of ordinary mortals and was so powerful that it made people despair.

But then again, even if she knew, what could she do?

Fighting is not her strong point, nor is it something she should worry about.

As a priest, her only task at the moment is to play the conch flute and call to the gods.

And her wealth and life can only be entrusted to the soldiers behind her.

When everyone loses the will to fight, gives up resistance, waits for the devil to punish him, and surrenders:

The unexpected figure rushing out gave Boselin a solid sense of security and a glimmer of hope.

"It was the gods who asked me to protect Lady Boselin." This was the promise Alor made to Boselin on death row that day.

Now it seems that the man did this sentence;

Alor did not break his promise. Under tremendous pressure and the threat of death, he picked up the bone knife and resolutely stood on the front line of protecting Bosaline to the death!

That figure made Boselin no longer have any worries. She picked up the conch flute and faced the vast sea, playing a hymn calling to the gods.

The survival of the Seven Islands Tribe depends on today!

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"That's Lord Alor?!"

"Hasn't he given up yet?"

"Lord Alor, why are you still resisting? We can't defeat this terrible demon!"

"The dying struggle will only make everything more painful!"

"Even though he knows the result, Lord Alor still wants to do this. Is this the consciousness of the leader of Fendao!"

Seeing the fearless figure flying towards the Demon God, the faces of the soldiers were still pale, full of despair, and unable to muster any fighting spirit.

On the Seven Islands, although sea monsters or strange birds land from time to time;

With the warriors' bone knives, bows and arrows, as well as the strong camps built, the sea monsters and their like can be resisted.

But the demon in front of him can no longer be solved by traditional fighting methods such as bone knives or shooting bows and arrows.

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"Alor, why are you doing this?"

"Hey, it seems that fate does not lie with our Seven Island Tribe. God, we have made the wrong payment after all!"

"Damn it! Why is the Demon God so powerful! Hey!"

"The Seven Island Tribe is over! Alor, we all made the wrong bet!"

"Perhaps it would be a good thing to end everything early. We may no longer adapt to this world."

"We are ashamed of our ancestors!"

Not only the ordinary soldiers, but also the remaining six island leaders who had learned the demon god's two terrifying abilities also had despair on their faces, feeling deeply their inner powerlessness and their own insignificance and fragility.

None of them regretted following Bosaline and Alor in the god-summoning ritual;

In the eyes of these leaders, the early outbreak of the curse of the Seven Islands Tribe may not be another form of relief;

If the god-summoning ritual fails, then it will fail.

Wrong time, wrong place, the god that Lord Poseline wanted to call seemed to be too late to protect its people of faith.

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But just when everyone was facing the devil and had long since given up the idea of ​​resisting;

A bright green soft light lit up from behind the warriors.

All the warriors were shocked and looked back, including Alor, who was sprinting towards the Demon God with all his strength, and glanced back in surprise.

This soft light, green and holy, is like the original color of life, giving people warmth and hope, igniting everyone's already silent hearts again.

The source of this light of life is the altar not far away;

As Poseline plays the conch flute, riding on the sea breeze, riding on the waves, drifting across the entire blue sea;

The first prismarine on the seven-star stone pillar gradually lit up!

Not only that, as time goes by and the sound of Poseline's flute continues, the green of life on this first prismarine emits an even more dazzling and dazzling light;

This moment gave all the soldiers a little hope in their hearts.

At the very least, this holy light once again proved that Boselin and Alor were not lying, and that the ritual of calling the gods was real!

Once the seven-star stone pillars were built, Poseline played the conch flute and dedicated hymns to the gods. It was really possible to call the unknown gods from the depths of the sea!

Moreover, the first prismarine has lit up, then the second, third and finally the seventh one will also light up.

Seeing the mysterious scene on the sacrificial platform, the soldiers' mood changed.

Many warriors seemed to have figured out something, and some picked up the dropped bone knives and bows again.

They looked hesitant, struggling repeatedly between fighting and giving up, engaging in a fierce ideological struggle.

But more warriors still looked desperate and did not dare to slash at the Demon God with their swords.

Because even if the ritual of calling the gods has been proven to be true, with the terrifying power of the devil, they still cannot see the moment when the ritual succeeds.

Some warriors have imagined that the devil himself climbed onto the sacrificial altar, and used its two terrifying huge tentacles to brutally kill the weak and helpless Lady Bosaline, and even wantonly destroyed what they had worked so hard to build and what they had placed in their hearts. Seven Stars of Hope.

Lord Poseline said that once the prismarine is broken and the stone pillar collapses, everything will end completely.

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"Haha, ignorant, stupid.!"

"Humans, you all deserve to die!" The demon god descended from the sky and glanced at everyone who stepped into its territory with a fierce gaze.

The demon did not land directly on the sacrificial platform because it felt that human beings, who were humbler than ants, could not make any big waves.

The success or failure of the unknown ceremony has little to do with it.

In the past, the Seven Island Tribe, whose strength was far superior to that of the current one, failed to resist the Demon God even half a step;

Nowadays, the Seven Island Tribe, which has lost most of the inheritance of its ancestors and has experienced a sharp decline in population, can make any changes. It is better to let it be at its mercy.

The demon slowly descended to the entrance of the former temple site of the Seven Islands tribe;

This place was chosen to block the exit and block the escape route of the annoying ants.

Before the killing starts, the damn ants are hiding and running around;

For the devil, hunting down the fish that slips through the net is the most troublesome and boring thing.

Rather than being completely destroyed in an instant, the Demon God also enjoys the pleasure of chasing down one by one.

Looking around, the Demon God naturally saw the fear and despair in human expressions;

It really enjoys the feeling of being watched, appreciates the confession of fragile life, the humility when kneeling down to beg the gods, the painful screams, and the piles of corpses;

Of course, there is also the last moment when life disappears, the overflowing blood blooms beautifully like flowers.

All these things make the devil feel happy and comfortable.

This is the ultimate experience brought about by it destroying one human tribe after another over the long years.

Compared to killing elves, humans with richer emotions are obviously a better choice.

Therefore, the demon enjoys the pleasure of killing humans, and even more enjoys the beautiful sight of a river of blood just like the deep sea in front of him.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the demon frowned, and found an unpleasant scene in its field of vision;

There was a human warrior who didn't seem to be shocked by its terrifying capabilities.

There was no shrinkage or despair on the young human's face.

He held a bone knife and carried a bow and arrows on his back, and charged towards the demon god.

"Stupid!!!" Shocking anger burst out from the demon god's body.

Two huge and powerful tentacles swayed in the wind, with teeth and claws bared, showing the demon's violent heart and his vow to brutally torture him to death.

The demon was very angry, because there was no trace of despair in the human's eyes, not even fear;

That firm gaze, as if he could really kill the devil!

The demon couldn't understand why humans, who were more fragile than ants, would have such naive and ridiculous ideas.

The Demon God believes that if he uses all the super energy in his body and then transforms it into a sharp blade, sweeping across all directions;

Its power is enough to level the entire main island in an instant;

It can even be said that cutting off one layer of the main island laterally is not a problem.

But in the face of such a powerful force comparable to natural disasters, how dare this human being resist? ?

Where did this inexplicable courage come from?

But the next moment, the Demon God was filled with horror;

But in Arlo's heart, it was clear!