Mythological Native Species

The attack from the gods was not just aimed at chasing this one place.

Almost most of the strongholds of Soul Sect have been attacked.

But having the courage to sacrifice the soul, the only thing that attracts the attention of the master of the soul is just chasing.

Monet was not unaware that the Soul Cult was being hit hard.

But he didn't stop it.

To spread its wings and soar, the young eagle needs to fall from the cliff, stumble along the way, and find a way to fly freely.

As a worshiped god, Monet gave his followers weapons to preserve life and dignity.

It is impossible for them to be babysitters, to do everything, and to protect all the believers like the delicate flowers in the greenhouse. This is where Monet is smart. He knows that the human race is very important, and he also knows that the human race's belief in him is very important to him.

But also know that if there is no pain and the tempering of survival, all this important will eventually become 'unimportant'.

You can't make a piece of jade without cutting it, that's the truth.

The terrifying weirdo, dripping with disgusting mucus, uttered a terrifying roar from his sharp-toothed mouth.

The two priests who couldn't escape were caught by the weirdo, then put them in the mouth, biting off their heads.

The terrified crowd was fleeing frantically.

However in this case.

There were a few people, dragging heavy stone swords and running in the opposite direction.

Holding an ancient stone sword in his hand, there are mottled red blood stains on the thick sword. The accumulated scratches represent that these stone swords have unusual origins.

"Floods and plagues prevailed, all people were attacked widely, children and women were killed, we were all prisoners, and we could not find out who the perpetrators were. But... Draw our swords, face our fears, and execute our punishments. Our bodies will decay, and our spirits will be sprinkled with glory."

In the brilliant golden flames, several warriors held stone swords high and charged with chants.

"It's the anti-war knight!" Someone shouted loudly.

In the relatively short extraordinary history of human beings, there are blood rage knights who have inherited the extraordinary through blood and accumulated strength.

There are also anti-war knights who have continued their unyielding fighting spirit through their swords.

Live against the war, fight to the death.

The heroic spirits of all dead warriors will be attached to the weapons they used.

In the end, these weapons will become extraordinary weapons with powerful spirituality.

Those who are recognized by these weapons will become the new anti-war knights.

The flame of faith burns on the blade, as if it can burn through everything.

However, the disgusting and terrifying gods spit out thick gray smoke, but they corroded these stone swords with strong beliefs.

The overwhelming poisonous gas engulfed the warriors holding stone swords.

In the face of such danger, none of the anti-war knights retreated. They formed a wall of flesh and blood to buy time for the people behind them to escape.

charge! towards the unknown! Towards fear! Towards death! Constant charge.

At this moment, the spirit contained in the stone sword has reached a high degree of spiritual synchronization and consistency with the person holding the sword.

The many figures that were once alive are all overlapping at this moment.

Their beliefs, their fighting spirit, their spirit, their will, their experience... all were forcibly twisted into a whole by a sword.

The sword is swung, and the simple slashing seems to contain countless spiritual truths.

Even the simplest sword move, once integrated into a strong will, is invincible and irresistible.

The gray poisonous smoke was continuously chopped and cut off.

Facing the ever-approaching sword edge, the disgusting goddess let out an angry roar, but for some reason, he stepped back.

Step back, step by step, and finally there is no turning back.

charge! charge! The sword's edge cut off everything and slashed towards the goddess' forehead.

But injustice is injustice, and the gods have the blessings of the gods.

Only divine power can break the blessing formed by divine power.

No matter how strong the belief is, it seems that it cannot overcome this gap.

This may be one of the reasons why the old man played by Feng Linwen, who slaughtered gods with the body of a mortal, caused such a sensation.

The disgusting goddess shook the divine light on his body, and under the divine light, the flames that penetrated from the stone sword began to fade one after another.

In the end, all the flames were forcibly suppressed, and the stone sword in the hands of the anti-war knight seemed to be turned into a mortal thing.

charge!

Even though what they only held was no longer a sharp sword with a strong will, these knights still waved the swords in their hands and launched a charge, without being discouraged or giving up.

The flames of belief have all been extinguished, but the new will is awakening on the edge of the sword.

Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!

Stone swords fell to the ground.

Their masters were corroded and died in the gray poisonous smoke, leaving only the stone swords with many scratches.

People started to despair.

Suddenly a young man rushed out from the crowd of fleeing people.

He picked up a stone sword on the ground, and then learned the pattern of the anti-war knight before, going retrograde to the limit, charging towards death.

There is a teenage awakening.

More people began to turn their bodies, and they took steps, and their expressions gradually became firm as they ran.

Finally, one by one, they picked up the stone swords on the ground.

Then one by one, in the gray poisonous smoke, their bodies were dissolved.

There are more blood spots on the stone sword.

The stone sword, which was originally made of ordinary material, seems to be turning bloody.

A figure appeared at one end of the battlefield.

But no one saw him.

The oldest **** of death, looking at the death of everyone here indifferently, his expression did not change in the slightest.

But gradually, he stretched out a finger.

It's like igniting something.

Those stone swords that could only be attached to people and controlled by people, they jumped on their own.

There was a roar, roaring out of the sword.

Carrying the phantom of death, born from the blade, their faces are constantly transformed, and finally fixed.

The black fog of death condensed into a strange ghost warhorse under them.

Riding these war horses, holding swords in hand.

Charge again! charge! charge!

Under the tenacious sword light, the gods, who seemed to be invincible, retreated again and again.

His body ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ came from the light of God's blessing, and was cut thinner and thinner by those swords with firm will.

In the end, several long swords pierced into the body of the goddess.

The blood with strong poison flowed out.

The goddess fell, and his body quickly melted into the earth, turning into a swamp.

And those knights with illusory bodies, their eyes flickered darkly, and then they rode on ghost war horses and ran away towards the distant mountains.

For quite a while, legends about these anti-war knights will be circulated.

They will always appear in the most dangerous places, and launch a desperate charge towards the most ferocious enemy in the face of death.

Monet was spreading the teachings at this time.

He felt the wave of death power.

He knew that his old friend was coming too.