So the battle once again fell into a repetitive process: the lumberjacks — the bald man with a few elites — the lumberjacks, like a meat grinder, wiped out the skeletons that kept coming.
However, without the defense of the wooden fence, it was not a good choice to rely on manpower to resist the endless army of skeletons after all.
As the battle continued, more and more lumberjacks began to get injured. Because of the injury, their physical strength declined rapidly. There were fewer and fewer lumberjacks who could continue to fight, and the rest time of the bald man was getting shorter and shorter. In the end, he had to fight in the front line all the time, relying on his personal courage to maintain the front line from collapsing.
This bald man was indeed a tough man. As the battle continued, the wounds on his body continued to increase, and gradually he was stained with blood. But he gritted his teeth, not only did he not retreat, but he did not even show any weakness, and tried his best to fight hard.
But courage alone was not enough. Looking at the increasing wounds on his body and his gradually slowing movements, Sui Xiong knew that he could not hold on for long.
Seeing that the bald man could not hold on any longer, Sui Xiong nodded secretly and jumped out of the depths of the woods.
Perhaps this village had other means, but Sui Xiong could not stand by and watch a hero fight a bloody battle to protect others, while he stood by and did nothing.
The huge body set off a gust of wind, and the huge tentacles waved, breaking trees and overturning the ground. Like a tornado passing through, terrible traces were drawn on the ground, pushing Sui Xiong forward quickly. After a while, he had crossed a distance of about ten miles and rushed to the open space in front of the village.
"Demacia!"
The giant jellyfish shouted the game lines in a language that no one in this world could understand. He swung his tentacles and fiercely smashed the skeletons who had gathered together and were rushing toward the village gate.
Boom!
At least hundreds of skeletons were smashed by this blow, and even the ground was smashed into a deep pit. The giant beast's magnificent power was clearly demonstrated by this blow.
For these guys who only had bones left, the giant jellyfish was really too strong.
"Keke, keke, keke! You good-for-nothings, you see! I am strong, super strong, and irresistible, absolutely powerful teeth! "
Sui Xiong laughed and waved his tentacles to beat and defeat the skeletons. Although he had only used a small portion of his strength, this level of strength was enough to wipe out an army of a thousand.
The villagers, who had been caught in a bitter battle, were stunned. They never thought that things would take such a turn.
Veteran gamers had experience with Garen jumping out of the bushes, but who would have thought that a dragon would fall from the sky?
Fortunately, Sui Xiong had modified this body to be quite gentle. Except for its large size, there was nothing particularly hideous or ferocious about it. It had thick skin, plain color, and no patterns or abnormalities on its body. It was nothing more than a large, thick-skinned tentacle monster. In comparison, the skeletons were actually more terrifying.
It was like an elephant and a mastiff. Although the elephant was much bigger than the mastiff and could kill the mastiff in seconds, the elephant looked much more amiable than the mastiff.
Especially when the elephant is protecting you from the bitch.
Seeing Sui Xiong wiping out an army of a thousand, waving his tentacles in all directions and hitting the bones all over the ground, many villagers cheered.
However, behind the crowd, in the stone house that Sui Xiong's soul could not penetrate, a pair of old eyes showed no joy, but shock and anger.
"What the hell! Where did this legendary creature come from! " The chief priest of the White Leaves Village's Guardian Templar stared fiercely at the giant beast that was killing among the skeletons, and he was so angry that even his beard was trembling.
He had spent a lot of time and energy, spent a lot of resources, and arranged several backup plans. He was ready to take advantage of this year's Ash Night, when the skeleton army besieged the village, to greatly increase the level of belief of his God in the village, to develop more fanatics, and to kill the bald man who always encouraged the villagers to be independent and self-reliant, which greatly hindered his preaching work.
Originally, everything was going well. It seemed that as long as everything went according to plan, the bald man would soon be finished. At that time, he would launch his trump card and shine as a savior, and those villagers would definitely bow down and worship him. Oh, no, they had already bowed down and worshipped him, but they were not sincere enough. He wanted them to worship him sincerely, like himself, and dedicate everything to His Majesty, so that His Majesty could get more faith and realize the value of his life. After a short life, he would go to His Majesty's Holy Kingdom with his head held high …
He had prepared everything well, step by step, and everything was under control.
However, this damned monster had destroyed everything!
Damn it! With such a huge body and powerful strength, it should be a fierce legendary monster. It should be a monster that would cause misery and make people tremble in fear. But how could it come to protect human beings!
The chief priest, who was covered in a black robe, was already very old. When he was young, he used to be an adventurer, traveling all over the continent, spreading the glory of the God he believed in, and accumulating wealth and improving his strength at the same time. He had also seen those huge monsters, which had the power to make people despair. They used their power to do whatever they wanted, and they were arrogant and despotic.
But now, he saw a monster that was beyond his imagination.
It was powerful, but not fierce. Instead, it was very friendly.
More than once, he had seen the monster deliberately avoid hurting the villagers in battle. Sometimes, it would rather suffer a little loss and be attacked by the skeletons, but it would try to protect the villagers.
There was no doubt that this was a monster in the good camp. Perhaps it was not from the human world, but from some world full of brilliance, peace, and warmth.
A celestial creature? A celestial jellyfish? He had never heard of it …
He was a little confused, but more angry. For the old chief priest, who had experienced many storms and failures, it was not a big deal for his plan to fail. When he was about to succeed, he could bear the failure, but he was more disappointed with the future.
Since that big guy was so friendly to human beings, it was very likely to stay in this area and become a role similar to a guardian god. With its protection, the nearby villages would certainly not need to rely on divine power to survive the crisis. This might not be a big problem for the Good God Church, which was good at healing and other means. But for the Evil God Church, which was maintained by fear and threats, it was simply a disaster!
Not to mention the fact that good and evil had been mortal enemies since ancient times. This kind monster even wanted to kill the relatively less evil dead spirits. How could it show mercy to an evil god like him who was so evil that his heart and lungs were completely black?
He was afraid that after it wiped out the army of skeletons, it would smash His Majesty's holy residence at dawn …
The old chief priest's chest rose and fell violently like a blacksmith's bellows. His anger was like a full blown furnace fire, making him almost crazy.
Absolutely intolerable!
Fear and anger made him walk around impatiently, and also made the girls who served as assistant priests around him panic. Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses and calmed down.
Anger could not solve the problem, but would bring more problems. He needed to calm down now, and things were not completely hopeless.
At this time, the power of mortals was useless, and he could only pray to the great God, asking for the wisdom of the God.
"Loyal night watchman, Wumianzhe who guards the sacred door, your servant prays here. Your servant's small wisdom is not enough to deal with the situation in front of us. I pray for your great and vast wisdom to guide me and tell me what to do!"
At first, his prayer was not answered, but not long after, the small shrine glowed with a strange light. The light was pure black, but inexplicably dazzling, and there was also warmth and coldness, which was very strange.
Along with this strange light came an inexplicable will. This will touched the old chief priest for a moment, and then disappeared together with the strange light, as if it had never appeared.
"Strange! Is it my illusion? " When the light appeared, Sui Xiong felt that the breath he hated was suddenly strengthened. He subconsciously looked at the stone house, but he did not see anything special. When he intended to take a closer look, the breath had disappeared, and everything was normal, so he could not help but wonder if he had just had an illusion.
But this idea only flashed by, and it was not easy to properly protect the villagers while dealing with the army of skeletons. At the moment, he was suppressing most of his power, which was a little more difficult, and there was not much room for distraction.
Anyway, there was still a long way to go, and there was plenty of time to communicate slowly, so he was not in a hurry.
But he was not in a hurry, and his enemy was.
In the stone house, in front of the shrine, the old chief priest who was praying with his eyes closed opened his eyes, and there was no worry or anxiety in his eyes, but ecstasy.
"Great! The time to go to the Holy Kingdom of the Lord has finally come! The most glorious moment in my life has finally come! "
He laughed heartily, opened his treasure chest, and took out a wooden staff.
There were many stains on the black wooden staff. Upon closer inspection, it was obvious that they were traces left behind by dried blood. The stench of blood in the air also proved this point. The wooden stick was very sharp, and there were two blood grooves. Once it pierced the body of the prey, the blood would spurt out along the blood grooves, and the special patterns on the wooden stick would be soaked. And those "patterns" could transform the blood into magic, and quickly build a miniature sacrificial magic circle, turning the victim into a sacrifice for the evil god.
Many years ago, when the old chief priest was still a young priest, he spent a lot of money to ask an equally evil magician to make this wooden stick. He named it "sacrifice", and used it to complete many sacrifices, pleasing the gods more than once with these sacrifices.
The reason why he could become a chief priest who could preside over a holy place with ordinary qualifications was because of this wooden stick.
And today, he was going to use this wooden stick again.
This time, he was going to offer the best sacrifice!
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