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The swamp was filled with the smell of decay and foul smell, and after the appearance of the god Veres, the miasma gradually dissipated.

Light from heaven seeped into the gloomy waters, illuminating the charred corpses soaked in the rotting swamps, and although Veres was covered in scars, he still exuded an aura that was above all beings.

He is the watchman of the temple, the unyielding god of war.

"Give me back my stuff. ”

Rusalka, who was the leader, raised his trident and made a vigilant gesture.

It's like a greedy little child who swears to protect his toys.

She wouldn't allow anyone to take away God's gifts, and the monsters who had hid in the dark, damp swamps had enough of hiding. They are trying to become the masters of the continent through this weapon of the gods.

Unfortunately, they met a furious Villas.

What is even more unfortunate is that they forget that the power of God over all beings is not a situation that can be reversed by a single weapon.

"You don't want to take it. ”

Having got the trident of the gods, the arrogant Rusarka didn't care about Veres' warnings at all. Her hideous face exuded a fervent look, and she spied on the lowly monsters with the scale-claws of the gods, thinking that she had a status worthy of the gods.

The ants who had stolen the power of the gods did not know that even without the weapons of the gods, there was still a huge and unbridgeable gap between them and the gods.

"All Rusarka, give me all the Rusarka, and from this day forward, our people will no longer be slaves!"

Veres dropped his head and moved his shoulders, his eyes like a deep pool without waves.

Like a calm madman, he said a sentence plainly.

"Then die. ”

In the next moment, he appeared in front of the trident, and before he could even see the other party's movements, the merfolk around him had already had their heads cut off.

It's unexpectedly fast.

Half of the body with its head lost is soaked in foul-smelling swamp sewage, in the same way that the monster died before it.

The snake's tail wraps around the whole mermaid like a hunt, tightening it tighter and tighter until the other person can't breathe.

Veres took the trident from her unreleased hand, and by this time the entire mermaid had been covered in dense scales. Through the gap in the snake's tail, the desperate eyes saw only a cold, bloodless face.

At this moment, Rusarka was overwhelmed by fear and helplessness.

She now knew that her strength was in front of him, weak and vulnerable.

"Leave me alone......"

She was pleading with Veres, and her outstretched left arm reached for Veres' face.

Desperate pleas.

"Please spare me. ”

"I'm just confused. ”

To Veres, the sound was as unpleasant as a mosquito buzzing in his ears, disgusting.

The spirits that hide in the darkness are nothing more than bully moths.

Veres spoke, "Do you know Veres?"

Rusarka seemed to realize something, and finally her hopes of survival dimmed. She could feel the intense emotion that came from Veres's body.

God is angry.

In the next moment, Veres raised his head, and flesh splattered.

Russarka, who was still high up a moment ago, was directly twisted into pieces by the powerful power of the snake tail.

Flesh and blood splattered across the water, and the severed hand still held Veres' trident.

The moment Veres picked up the trident, he finally raised his head.

With reluctance and anger in his eyes, he stared at the temple of gods above ten thousand feet.

"Ah!!!h

A roar echoed through the wilderness.

Veres knew that the face that was high above was also staring at him on the ground. He felt more angry at the teasing of the gods than ever before.

The edge of the trident pointed to the sky.

The gods led by Slovester.

"Perron, I swear in the name of the god of war that I will fight to the death!"

"If you want to deprive me of the title of God of War, step on the corpse first!"

There is a small and inconspicuous village next to the swamp, which supports the whole village by working the fields.

Although it is close to the swamp, no villager dares to set foot in this forbidden place. It is rumored that in the invisible mire, there are monsters that can eat people. Many of the villagers who entered the swamp never returned.

A child named Alyosha Popovich plays on the edge of the river, and his clear, curious eyes always glance at the dark swamp filled with mist, aquatic weeds and seeping dark shadows.

The elders told themselves that Rusarka lurked in the dark backwaters, and that they would lure the children with fruit baskets dotted with nectar, and drag them into the water to drown.

Thinking of this, Alyosha couldn't help but shudder.

"Fake, right...... How could there be a monster in this forest? ”

Curiosity and fear fought in his heart, and the forest in the darkness seemed to seduce Alyosha and slowly walked towards him.

Stepping barefoot on the damp dirt, Alyosha took his first steps.

Then, he froze.

An incredible scene appeared in front of him. The flocks of birds, hiding in the mire, seemed frightened, flapping their wings and flying out of the bushes and grass, their shrill chirpings piercing the sky, and they flew away from the swamp.

Then there was the river that crossed the swamp, and the monsters that had only appeared by word of mouth among the elders fled from the weeds, their eyes glowing with a seeping green light, and their long floating hair like weeds mixed in with the gloom. However, the half-human, half-fish monster with a fish's tail is scurrying down the river.

They're scared.

It seems that in the swamp in front of you, there is a presence that even ghosts are afraid of.

Next, a white pillar of light rose from the very center of the mire and soared into the sky. This was followed by a powerful impact that almost swept the trees in the mire straight up. The lush artemisia grass, which was taller than a person, was directly blown by the violent foehn wind.

What was once a damp swamp has become a sea of hell and fire.

The entire swamp was swept by the raging fire, and a seeping scream could be heard from the depths. Those who did not escape were buried in the flames.

Smoke billows.

The momentum of the prairie fire.

In the burning swamp, the spirits who struggled in pain were swept away by tongues of fire, and the creatures that did not have time to escape eventually became the souls of the underworld.

Alyosha, who had never seen such a scene, fell into the mud. Through the layers of burning flames, he seemed to see a vague figure, standing still in front of the flames. Holding a trident in his right hand, he raised his head and looked up at the sky, like a statue standing tall.

Like the god of war.