In the barracks of the Tarak Frontier Regiment, an eerie ritual is taking place in an inconspicuous corner. A large number of soldiers were surrounding a birch totem, each with their eyes fixed on the totem carved with various strange characters.

Around the totem are lit torches, and the flaming flames refract the totem's distorted image. The crackling sound made the atmosphere around him eerie. On the periphery of the torch ring, a bare wizard coated in an unknown oil was performing an ancient dance. With a pattern on his face, he was facing the totem in the fire and praising heartily:

"Your strength is unmatched

Your heroism is the best of the gods

Your wisdom sees the future

Your anger burns up all

The rumbling chariot crushed everything

The war spear in his hand shone brightly

Accept our loyalty

Please bless us for our continued progress

Sacrifice again with the head of the enemy

Lord of War, God of Killing

Immortal Arman!"

Chanting the hymn to the god of war repeatedly, the priest who presided over the entire ritual bowed to the totem instead of bowing. Then he continued the strange dance that had made ordinary people feel funny in front of the ring fire, and his slurred mouth did not know what he was saying.

On a normal day, many people would think that what is happening in front of them seems extremely absurd, but all the participants believe that the soul teacher is communicating with the Almighty God of War and sending them an oracle about the next war.

"Great Lord, Arman, lowly us, beseech you to send down the language of war! Bow deeply to the totem pole that twists and turns in the flames.

"My god Arman, please send down an oracle!"

"My god Arman, please send down an oracle!"

"My god Arman, please send down an oracle!"

At the moment of worshipping the totem of the god of war, all the people present knelt down with them. While chanting the name of the god of war, they bow down and worship the birch totem, which symbolizes the god of war.

During this devotional ceremony, each participant showed a special respect for the totem, and everyone's heart longed for the moment when the oracle came. Panicked, they had pinned all their hopes on the rumored god of war.

Suddenly, the priest, who had been bowing to the ground, suddenly stood up, turned to the crowd who were still kneeling and shouted, "Just now I saw the figure of our lord Arman, who is taller than Mount Arosom. His eyes were brighter than the sun. Our lord Arman tells me that victory in the next war will be ours!"

"Victory is ours!"

"Victory is ours!"

The deafening sound pierced through the dense forest of secret gatherings. It spread to every corner of the camp. These fanatical believers were convinced of the oracle that the priests had received, and the blessings of the god of war would surely bless them with the long-awaited victory.

Naxi, who had just fallen asleep in bed, was woken up: "Why are these damn heretics so energetic, don't you know that tomorrow we are going to be pulled?"

When the Legion Commander Ronio returned from Prague, he announced the King's order to go on the expedition. The entire 2nd Tarak Frontier Regiment will leave Talak in three days. As for where the next destination is. It's not for Naxi that they know.

"You weren't asleep either. Captain?" said the subordinate lying next to Naxi. "When Mu Duo sneaked out just now, I was woken up and never fell asleep. ”

Hearing this, Naxi couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

These days. Belief in the god of war spread rapidly within the 2nd Tarak Frontier Regiment, which captured those who were uneasy about the war. In less than half a month, the people who believed in the so-called way of the god of war accounted for one-third of the entire Second Frontier Regiment, and Naxi was also invited by them no less than twenty times.

As a magician who was skeptical about everything, Naxi certainly wouldn't be so easily brainwashed by shoddy propaganda. But he also had to admire that these seemingly inflammatory things were very infectious, and many of Naxi's subordinates went crazy with the so-called God of War sacrifice.

At this time, a strong wind blew open the tent, and Naxi couldn't help but shiver, he pulled the blanket spread on his body, and scolded fiercely: "These damn god of war fanatic believers, you might as well leave some time for us to sleep." ”

Just as Naxi closed his eyes and continued to sleep, the magic codex that had been placed aside gave off a blue glow that only he could see.

Inside the Killing Throne, the holy land of the god of war, the mighty god of war, Arman, still sat on that domineering seat. After thousands of years of sorrow, he finally felt a little relieved. Just now he had heard the words of praise that the believer had recited, and the voice of the believer who had not been seen for a long time made him ecstatic.

For many years, Arman didn't know how long he hadn't received the devotion of his followers. I thought that I would survive in this ruined holy land, but I didn't expect that I would have a chance to rise again.

How important a revived faith is to a god who is already on the verge of being weakened and is about to disappear.

With Loki's help, he finally gained the power of desire from his followers. For a deity, there are two sources of power, one is the fire that sustains one's eternal life, and the other is the power of the faithful desire of the believer.

For Arman, the bloody slaughter on the battlefield also fuels his strength. The fiercer the war, the more hated the two sides, in the process of fighting, can transmit the anger and the pleasure of killing to Arman, who specializes in war and killing.

Although the God of War has sensed that his strength is slowly recovering, this is not enough, considering that he was once the strongest god since the Dawn of the Dawn. If it weren't for the betrayal and forcible intervention of some gods, I am afraid that I would still be the supreme god worshiped by the Assyrian tribes.

If he wants to return to his former peak state, Arman needs more followers and killing, and he sits quietly on the killing throne and waits for the imminent battle.

While waiting quietly, Arman, the god of war, suddenly had some bad feelings, and he always felt that what Loki was doing was a little unpredictable. Arman knew that the war in Bohemia and Bavaria had nothing to do with Loki, but he did not know what the god had used.

Thinking of this, Arman couldn't help but be a little worried. He still found that he had not known about Loki's plan so far, and he could not see what was going on in Loki's mind when he was smiling all day.

If he could, the god of war didn't want to owe Loki any more favors to the evil god. While Arman didn't know the damn conspiracy and the true plans of the god of deception, he always sensed that this seemingly generous creature was plotting a plan that no one knew about. (To be continued......)