Chapter 709 Earth Chapter 709: The Altar of the Old Gods
People with strength can eat everywhere.
I thought that A-level masters would have their souls polluted in Dali, but what I didn't expect was that you might not be qualified enough to have your soul polluted.
Of course, according to Captain Zhao, this is not called soul pollution, but a blessing from the gods.
Only believers who have reached a certain level of strength or have extremely devout beliefs can receive blessings from gods.
Everyone who is blessed by the gods will have their strength greatly increased, and they are eligible to be possessed by the gods once, and gain great strength in a short period of time.
This kind of thing is indeed a good thing for ordinary believers.
But in my opinion, it is actually the old gods who leave a mark on the soul of every believer.
The soul imprint affects believers all the time, not only guiding their devout faith in gods, but also controlling the believers' bodies at critical moments.
When necessary, an old god can easily rely on believers to form a powerful army of gods' servants.
Logically speaking, if someone like me surrenders with A-level strength, the divine envoy will definitely come over to decide whether I am qualified to become a high-level believer, and then pollute my soul.
But Duan Tianming didn't know who he was going to receive, and no one paid attention to me for a while.
But that's okay. With Captain Zhao's endorsement, I can at least move around freely in Dali City.
Captain Zhao left after settling me down.
Before leaving, he promised me that as long as I believed in the great world corruptor, Dali would be my home and no one could drive me away.
If he makes a few more meritorious deeds, he might be personally received by the great World Corruptor, bestowed with blessings, or lay the foundation for becoming a god.
I said thank you with a look of admiration on my face, but I was sneering in my heart.
Blessed by the gods?
They are obviously raising you like cattle and horses, and will use the bodies of high-level believers to come down when necessary.
It will be a blessing to you.
After thinking about it, I still used this method to sneak into Dali Country, and even my backpack was returned to me intact.
Speaking of which, these people are quite particular.
Lying on the soft bed, I began to recall the information about World Corruptor in my mind.
This old god's number is neither high nor low, probably around five hundred, and his strength is S level.
His body is a slug-like creature that constantly exudes mucus.
The abilities are almost similar to those of slugs.
When the Three Hundred Old Gods invaded Middle-earth, Wei Wuguo had fought against this guy once.
At that time, his rune sword cut off the huge body of the World Corruptor, but the mucus flowing out of it corroded a huge bottomless cave on the ground.
Until now, the huge cave still exists. If you look down, you can almost see the underground fire magma below.
This shows how strong the corrosive liquid on this guy is.
I have never gone through the path of asking the mind, and the use of the Sky Axe is only at the simple level of chopping and chopping.
Unless I take back my self-awareness and put my body into an automatic state again, I will definitely not be able to defeat this old god.
Also, do the people in the city truly believe in the Corruptor of the World?
While I was thinking about that, suddenly there was a rhythmic knocking on the door outside.
I quietly approached the door and said, "What are you doing?"
A hoarse voice came from outside: "Great Corruptor of the World, Captain Zhao asked me to give you something.
" Without worrying about the other party's plot, he reached out and opened the door.
An old man wearing a black coat stood outside.
He handed me a backpack and said, "Captain Zhao said that Dali is very interesting at night, but if you want to go out, you have to wear some signs, otherwise you will be killed." I opened my
backpack and took a look. Only then did he realize that it was the armband of the eight-clawed octopus.
After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that the so-called corruptors of the world must be the Cthulhu family, otherwise the armband would be a big slug.
I took the backpack and said, "Say thank you to Captain Zhao for me."
The old man bowed to me, then turned and left.
I put the armband on my shoulder, put the bag on my waist, and left the inn.
It was already dark outside, and there was a haze-like blue halo floating in the sky, obscuring the original starry sky.
There were many more people on the streets than during the day.
They were either wearing casual clothes or combat uniforms, some were empty-handed, and some were carrying weapons, walking silently along the street.
I noticed that they all wore octopus patterns on their shoulders and chests.
Some enthusiasts even have octopuses carved into their faces.
I didn't know where these guys wanted to go, so I merged into the group and walked quickly towards the end of the street.
At the end of the street, the lights are bright.
A diesel generator not far away made a low whine.
This is a place like a garden square. When I came here, it was already densely packed with people. At a rough glance, there were at least two to three thousand people. This group of people did not communicate with each other, but looked feverishly at the eight huge stone pillars in the center of the square.
The stone pillars were originally blue-grey, but may have been stained with blood and turned dark red on the surface.
I looked up and saw a shirtless believer sitting in front of each pillar.
The believers include men and women, old and young. They are shirtless, with images of eight-clawed octopuses engraved on their bodies, and their eyes are extremely fanatical.
The surrounding believers looked at these eight people quietly, their eyes full of envy.
But no one spoke, so that the entire venue was in a strange state of silence.
I was secretly amazed.
This may be a ritual for believers.
It's just that the woman doesn't even have any clothes on, and she's not ashamed to hang her two balls.
Suddenly a high-pitched voice came over: "Great Corruptor of the World!"
"Please accept our humble faith!"
"May you bless Dali Kingdom to prosper forever!"
As soon as the voice came out, the two or three thousand believers around him They all knelt down on the ground, then touched their foreheads to the ground and worshiped devoutly.
I didn't want to draw attention to myself, so I knelt on the ground and cursed in my heart: Is that some sort of corruptor? I will kneel down to you today, and I will definitely ask you to kneel down and return it when I get the chance.
The high-pitched voice came again: "Blood!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eight devout believers under the eight pillars suddenly took out a knife from their hands and stabbed it into their necks.
In an instant, blood spurted out and gathered on the ground to form a gurgling stream of blood.
I gasped when I saw it.
Damn it! These eight guys are looking for death!
Sacrifice your life to the old gods?
But it's strange that the souls of these eight people did not appear after death.
When I looked carefully, I discovered that the blood was bright red, with faint soul waves mixed in it.
Only then did I realize that the three souls and seven souls of these eight believers had already been sealed within their bodies.
Once dead, the three souls and seven souls will leave the body with the flow of blood.
The ground was like a sponge, absorbing the blood of believers crazily.
Soon, the entire ground turned dark red.
A series of mixed soul fluctuations came from the underground. Only then did I realize that this ground had absorbed the blood and souls of countless humans.
The most important thing is that these souls have no resentment.
Those believers who commit suicide should do so voluntarily!
This is a group of brainwashed fanatics.
Runes flickered in my eyes, trying to see clearly what was hidden under the ground.
But before he could see clearly, fire suddenly flickered in the distance, and a rocket-bomb fell rapidly with the sound of howling wind.
Just as the rocket was about to hit the ground, a figure suddenly emerged from among the believers.
The figure was carrying a sword emitting black gas. It looked like it was a blackened rune sword.
He jumped up more than ten meters, but when he saw the sharp light of the knife, he actually split the rocket in half on the spot!
The flames of the explosion illuminated half of the sky, and the powerful believer was covered in bruises and staggered to the ground.
Then five or six more rockets roared in.
This time there was no interception by the believers, and rockets hit the square one after another, turning into a sea of fire.
In the light of the fire, the corpses of eight believers who had committed suicide burned one after another.
Behind the rockets, seven or eight ragged men jumped out. Some of them were carrying rune swords, and some were carrying explosive packs, and they rushed towards the altar without fear of death.
The leading man shouted sternly: "I'm here to hold back the believers! Demoman! Blow up this altar!"
A man holding an explosive pack walked forward quickly and reached the edge of the altar in a few leaps.
But at this moment, another believer jumped up, the sword flashed, and the man holding the explosive bag screamed.
One of his arms was cut off abruptly.
Although his arm was cut off, this man was extremely brave and shouted sternly: "Lords of the old gods! You will not die!"
He detonated the explosive without hesitation, and then threw it towards the altar with all his strength!
Before the explosive package fell, the believer kicked it out and the explosive package flew dozens of meters into the sky.
Just hearing a "boom", the whole sky burst into brilliant sparks.
The explosive package exploded more than thirty meters in the sky, and the shock wave swept across the square. Two to three thousand believers fell to the ground like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
But a shock wave of this magnitude could no longer break the altar.
The believer laughed ferociously and said, "The demon-suppressing soldiers of Middle-earth? I knew there were still fish that slipped through the net in Dali!"
Only then did I see the appearance of this believer clearly.
The master who just kicked away the explosive bag was surprisingly Captain Zhao who had settled me in before!
This guy is also an A-level guy!
(End of chapter)