Lugia, my name of the elf

Waiting for Poseline's prayers to fall slowly, the sea suddenly became unusually calm;

Like a smooth mirror, without any ripples or waves;

The sea breeze stopped, and the clouds in the sky seemed to slow down.

And above the seven-star stone pillar, there is even more brilliant holy green light than before, shining in all directions, comforting and calming everyone's tired body and mind and grieving souls.

But what followed was that the originally calm sea seemed to have changed its temper, and suddenly began to surge and surge.

An inexplicable and powerful pressure slowly rose from the deep sea, spinning until it was under the sky;

At this moment, the feeling of pressure was as strong as a rainbow, and then thousands of miles of white clouds dispersed, and the blue sky and green light intertwined, forming a beautiful and sad scene.

Then, a huge waterspout of several hundred feet opened up the sea level and suddenly appeared!

Although the huge waterspout that appeared had the power to destroy the world, it did not affect all living creatures on the main island at all, as if the scope of the waterspout was deliberately suppressed.

But everyone had other premonitions and thoughts in their minds;

God is merciful and cannot bear to hurt the innocent;

God is merciful and takes care of all the creatures on the seven islands.

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"Could this huge waterspout be that unknown god?!"

"The God Summoning Ceremony was successful! Is the God coming?!"

"Our Seven Island Tribe finally wants a new god!!!"

"This day is finally what we have been waiting for!"

"Free, free!!!"

The remaining less than a hundred warriors, carrying the intolerable injuries on their bodies, dragged themselves to high places one after another to remember this scene that could be recorded in the history of the Seven Islands tribe firmly in their hearts.

The surviving soldiers faced the holy green light and looked at the huge waterspout rising into the sky not far ahead. Everyone had tears in their eyes and mixed feelings in their hearts.

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"Is it finally coming to an end?"

"The Seven Island Tribe will have a new beginning!"

Not far away, Gavin and Ryan also shed tears of joy;

At the same time, the two of them felt sorrow and respect for every warrior who sacrificed their lives for the revival of the tribe;

The two looked at each other, both seeing expressions of relief and joy.

They were lucky enough to survive tenaciously until the end of the god-summoning ceremony.

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"That's the waterspout!"

"New God, is that our new God?!"

"I don't know, but judging from the expressions of the adults, it must be true!"

"The new gods will protect us, right?!"

Beside the sacrificial altar, several girls who were still conscious and not frightened by the bloody scene in front of them had expressions of surprise on their faces, with curious and amazed eyes in their eyes, staring closely at the huge waterspout not far away. .

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Sacrificial altar, in the center;

"The storm is above, you who are fearless are finally listening to the outpourings and prayers of the people of faith."

"It's no longer silent, let alone a test. It finally shows up. The Seven Islands Tribe is finally saved!"

"Everyone's sacrifices are not in vain. I can finally give an explanation to all the soldiers who died for the ceremony!" Boselin lowered her head weakly, and the tears in her eyes completely burst out at this moment. , bursting out of his eyes.

Tears blurred Boselin's vision, but the youngest priest of the Seven Islands tribe also knew;

New faith is only a good beginning;

The glorious past of the Seven Islands Tribe requires the hard work of countless descendants in this era.

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"Ugh!!!" Behind Boselin, the devil screamed with rage.

It waved its huge tentacles desperately, just a little bit away, just a little bit away, the demon could kill this annoying human woman and terminate the weird ritual.

But now, the Demon God looked up at the seven prismarines and the huge waterspout that made it despair. All its illusions about survival were immediately shattered.

Coupled with the waves of human pressure coming from the deep sea, its soul and will were on the verge of collapse.

However, the Demon God did not stop there.

In its knowledge, this is contempt and humiliation that it has never experienced before;

Therefore, even if it means death, some people must be dragged along.

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"Oops!!!" While everyone was excited and happy about the seven prismarines and the wonders of the sea, Alor was filled with misery.

At this moment, because he was using all his strength to block the Demon God from advancing any further and thereby harming Poseline, Alor could hardly make a sound;

His face was ferocious, and blood seeped out through the mysterious runes on his body.

There is one fact that everyone, even Alor himself, does not know;

That is, all forms of power from the gods come at a price.

If this power is obtained for nothing, then the price will be even more heavy and expensive, making it unbearable.

And every time Alor forcibly activates the power of runes, the price is to overdraw his own body functions in advance;

The specific manifestation is the reduction of life span!

Suddenly, Alor felt that the originally endless source of powerful power was gradually dissipating, and the improvement given to him became smaller and smaller. In the end, it seemed that he could no longer stop the demon at all.

"Master Priest, run quickly!!!" Alor shouted from his mouth with a desperate look on his face.

The demon was slightly startled. It secretly felt that the power of the humans below seemed to be inexplicably missing.

Although it is still difficult to get rid of her, it is very simple to forcefully drag and approach the human girl who is close at hand, cut her in half or kill her mercilessly!

"what!!!"

"Master Priest!!!"

Alor and the Demon God began to wrestle with each other;

But it was obvious that the gradually weakening power of the runes put Alor at a disadvantage.

"Whoosh!"

Another tentacle like the death scythe was swung over. This time, the tip of the tentacle not only cut off Bosaline's hair, but also tore a hole in the back of the girl's neck;

Blood spewed out!

Seeing all the lit up prismarines and the huge waterspout on the sea, everyone fell into wild joy;

For a moment, the two island leaders, including Gavin and Ryan, temporarily forgot about their mission;

But the crisis has not really been resolved yet.

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"Master Priest!"

"Damn!"

Not far away, Gavin and Ryan saw the crisis situation on the altar and woke up instantly;

The next second, the two of them rushed to the sacrificial altar as if they were desperate for their lives.

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"I can't stop it! God, can you give me more gifts!!!" Alor shouted helplessly in his heart, his eyes full of despair and unwillingness.

Before, the demon's slash could already hurt Bosaline;

But the Demon God continued to move forward, and Alor could no longer stop it.

If the devil's next attack comes as promised, Bosaline will have no chance of surviving!

The demon's attack was very fast, and since she had never been injured since she was a child, Boselin only felt a heat on the back of her neck;

She was slightly confused and turned around to look. At the same time, she slowly put her hand on the back of her neck, but she only felt warm.

But then, the shocking scene before her eyes immediately made the girl's head buzz, and she almost convulsed and fell to the ground and fainted.

Her face was pale, and her face was as stiff as a sea stone, and she fell directly to the ground.

Those were the bodies of the bravest warriors within the Seven Islands tribe, and their blood dyed the entire stone steps leading to the sacrificial altar red;

The dead warriors fulfilled their promises to the priests with their blood.

Alor, who is under the Demon God, has pain on his face and is desperately trying to stop the Demon God;

In the distance, Gavin and Ryan were running towards her at high speed. They were shouting something desperately, but Boselin, whose brain fell into a brief blank, could not hear anything.

The tearful girl slowly raised her head, looking up at the tall demon god with a face of despair and sorrow, stained with the blood of countless warriors of the tribe, this damn nightmare that had enslaved the seven islands for hundreds of years;

The two huge tentacles were waving like teeth and claws, and the thick smell of blood from their bodies assaulted their nostrils. Its concentration was so high that it seemed to hurt the eyes.

Only at this time did Boselin truly understand what kind of terrifying existence the tribal warriors were trying to resist!

"Human, die!!!" The demon thought viciously in his heart. No matter what kind of existence he was about to face, he saw with his own eyes the beautiful scene of blood spurting out after cutting off the head of this human girl.

The next moment, the Demon God used up the last remaining strength in his body and waved his tentacles towards Boselin!

"Master Priest!!!"

"Get out of the way!!!"

"Do not!!!"

Gavin, Ryan, and Alor shouted at the same time, and the pupils in their eyes trembled violently, and they even shouted hysterically;

The three leaders all understood that the tribe was facing a new life and there was no way it would lose Bosaline;

Otherwise, who will communicate with the new gods?

Who will convey the will of the gods?

Who can lead the tribe to glory again and open up a new future?

Poseline's eyes were dull, and her breathing became heavy and depressed;

She was frightened by the powerful aura and murderous intent of the demon and could not move. She subconsciously glanced behind her;

Below the sacrificial altar is endless sea water. Jumping from this height will also lead to death for Boselin, who is not good at water.

"Die! Let's be buried together, you humble ants!" The demon's eyes showed cruelty and final madness, and he roared in his heart.

One cut!

The powerful tentacles swung towards Boselin's neck!

"Do I really want to die? No, God of Storms, please save me!"

"Save me!!!" Boselin closed her eyes in helplessness and despair, clasped her hands together respectfully with trembling hands, and prayed in her heart.

This was a scene that made all the warriors and island leaders despair. Without Bosaline, there would be no rebirth for the Seven Islands Tribe.

But just when everyone's hearts were falling into the ice cave, a voice, like a god, full of solemn divinity, slowly resounded in everyone's minds;

"Yes, God."

"Why don't you worship?"

The next moment, the huge waterspout on the water disappeared;

In its place is a majestic white figure, standing in the sky, reflecting the holy green light and starlight, solemn and extraordinary;

The depth and vastness in his eyes is as endless as looking directly at the sea, with gentle calmness and violent destruction.

The God of Storms came to the Seven Islands, and the supreme godhead looked at this ancient island.