The god of death, led an army of more than hundreds of thousands of undead, trampled through the ruins of the Cheruno Empire and headed straight to the east.

In this vast and depraved region, perhaps Ceruno I did not understand until his death, the dead silence here should indeed be attributed to the protection of ancient ruins, but this shelter was formed by the fact that the living beings did not dare to approach it out of fear of the soul abyss.

When the army of the god of death passed through the area and came to the outer world, the creatures of the entire world trembled.

In front of the god of death, they have only two choices, either they choose to surrender or they choose death.

The army of death, attacking cities and villages on the mainland, is a mess everywhere it passes.

In particular, human countries such as the Cheruno Empire have become the favorite objects of the Death God's army, because there, they can obtain enough creatures at once, which is obviously much easier and faster than chasing some small forces in the wild.

Although the god of death also suffered many strong counterattacks in the process, in the face of the terrifying power of his complete transformation by the black lifeform, any resistance seemed so vulnerable.

Just when the entire continent was helplessly accepting the terrifying erosion from the god of death, in a huge mountain range, a huge temple as majestic as an imperial city was still full of peace, as if the war and wails of the outside world could not bully it in the slightest.

Late at night, on a high platform, a young monk in a red temple robe frowned and looked at the front of the mountain range, the sky was extremely red by the firelight, and was silent.

After a long time, he finally turned and walked into the temple, his steps a little hurried.

He walked through the sandalwood corridor, walked through the hall of Buddha statues, and finally stopped at the door of a room, he knocked on the door twice, and whispered into the room: "Master, the disciple has something to see." ”

After a few moments, it wasn't until a lazy voice came from the room that the man pushed the door in, "Come in!"

Entering the room, sandalwood was blowing in his nose, and an old man wearing a golden temple robe was sitting cross-legged on a futon, meditating intently.

The young monk bowed respectfully to the old man, and then turned around and closed the door.

He said: "Master, the war outside is getting closer and closer to us, should we do something?"

After a long time, the old man slowly opened his eyes, but his hands and feet did not move, he replied softly: "The master has told you many times, the evil forces outside are too strong for us to deal with, if there are refugees coming, we will accept them, but we must not attack recklessly, otherwise, our Xingyin Temple will never survive this catastrophe safely." ”

"But master... ”

"Okay, let's go out, don't see what is going on outside, and listen less to the sounds outside, otherwise I'm afraid it will disturb your mind, mess up your nature, and affect your cultivation!"

Seeing that the old man was still speaking so resolutely, the young monk could only sigh and leave the room.

However, every time the sound of war wails wafted into his ears, the young monk couldn't help but want to rush out, and he never understood why the master would watch the outside world being invaded by evil forces, but not come to the rescue, which was completely contrary to the Buddhist way they pursued.

At this time, it was late at night, and all the monks had rested, and he was the only one who walked on the jade stairs with a disappointed face.

The surroundings were empty and silent, and occasionally there were one or two sounds of insects and birds, but they were disturbed by the sound of war from time to time, and lost the tranquility of the past.

"What's the matter? Kicked out by that old fellow again?" Suddenly, a slightly playful voice came from an unknown place.

For this voice, the young monk just paused, and guessed the identity of the person who came without raising his head, "Brother, you haven't slept yet?"

A figure, a flicker, moved directly from a distance of dozens of meters from the other party to the young monk's side in an instant.

This person is also a young man who is close to the age of the monk, not only is he close in age, but his appearance is also a little similar, he is wearing a blue temple robe, and he is smiling on the shoulder of the red-robed monk, and said with a smile: "I said brother, since the old guy said that he didn't want to make a move, don't worry about it, let him go." ”

The red-robed monk sighed in disappointment and said, "Hey, every time I hear those screams, I can't sleep, and I have nightmares every night. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the blue-robed monk next to him, and said with a slight hint of self-deprecation: "Actually, I envy you, brother, you can don't care about anything, don't think about anything, you can be happy all day long, it's good." ”

This red-robed monk and the blue-robed monk are actually a pair of brothers, the blue-robed monk is named Majina, and he is the elder brother of the red-robed monk Magis.

Majina touched the back of her head, and suddenly smiled with an embarrassed smile: "Envy fart, how many years have I been here, I still wear this apprentice monk's robe, that old guy just won't let me officially join the Star Hidden Temple, I'm angry." ”

In Xingyin Temple, although there is no clear division of status, their identity can be judged from the temple robes worn by each person.

There is only one presiding officer, wearing a golden temple robe, and the formal temple monks, like Magis, are uniformly wearing red temple robes, among them, there are deacons wearing black temple robes, and elders wearing gray temple robes, and as for the apprentices, they are the ones who help the temple chop wood and fetch water and do chores, which is the blue temple robe that Magina is wearing now.

Magis smiled slightly, and the solemnity between his eyebrows faded a little, "Brother, is your current body still like that?"

Magina spread her hands and nodded silently.

The two brothers are orphans and have been raised by the host since they were children.

The two of them have shown a terrifying elemental perception since childhood.

Especially his younger brother Magis, when he was young, he realized a number of skills, and was deeply loved by the host, and after officially becoming a monk of Xingyin Temple, he followed the host for a long time, and his cultivation became more and more sophisticated.

And the elder brother Magina, although his talent is also amazing, but for some reason, for more than 20 years, he has only realized a skill that is not a skill, flickering, and his strength is stagnant.

In many conversations later, Magis also learned that it was Magina's body that was abnormal.

Although Magina still has a powerful elemental perception far beyond others, for some reason, his body is not only unable to properly transform elemental power into magic, but also has a strong rejection reaction in his body whenever he invokes elemental power.

The sharp pain caused by this rejection went straight to every nerve and cell in him, and the pain was unbearable, and over time, he even developed a feeling of disgust with the elemental force.

And the long-term stagnation of strength also directly led to him, unable to pass the entrance assessment of Xingyin Temple, and has always been a trainee monk in the temple.

However, Magina was originally optimistic, and he didn't take this matter to heart, he swept away the haze on his face, returned to his previous expression, hooked Maggis's neck, and said with a smile: "Let's go, go back to sleep quickly!"

The two of them frolicked down the stone steps, but the fire on the other side of the mountain was still shining in the sky, getting closer and closer to them.