Once again, the battle fell into a cycle of repetition: the lumberjacks—bald with a handful of elites—the lumberjacks, and so on, like a meat grinder, wiped out a steady stream of skeletons rushing up. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, without the defense of the wooden fence, relying on manpower to resist the endless army of skeletons is not a good choice after all.

As the fighting continued, loggers began to be wounded. Because of the impact of the injury, their physical strength decreased rapidly. There were fewer lumberjacks able to continue fighting, and the bald man's rest was getting shorter and shorter, until he had to stay on the front lines, relying on his own personal bravery to keep the front line from crumbling.

This bald man is indeed a tough guy, and as the battle continues, the wounds on his body continue to increase, and gradually blood stains. But he gritted his teeth, not only did he not retreat, but he did not even show a hint of weakness, and fought hard.

But courage alone is not enough, looking at the increasing wounds on his body, watching his gradual sluggish movements, you know that he will not last long.

Seeing that his bald head was about to hold on, Sui Xiong nodded secretly and jumped out of the depths of the woods.

Maybe there was something else in this village, but Sui Xiong couldn't stand by and watch a good man fight bloodily to protect others.

The huge body set off a violent wind, and the huge tentacles waved, breaking the trees and overturning the ground, like a tornado crossing the earth, drawing terrifying traces on the ground, pushing Sui Xiong forward quickly, and after a while, he crossed a distance of almost ten miles and rushed to the open space in front of the village.

"Demacia!"

The giant jellyfish yelled game lines in a language that no one in the world could understand, picked up its tentacles, and slammed them down at the skeletons that had gathered together towards the village gate.

Rumble!

At least hundreds of skeletons were shattered by the blow, and even the ground was smashed into deep depressions, and the majestic power of the giant beast was evident in this blow.

For this group of skeleton creatures, the giant jellyfish is too strong.

Lao Tzu is a strong, super strong, and absolutely powerful mouth!"

Sui Xiong laughed and waved his tentacles to beat the skeletons. Although he actually only exerted a small part of his strength, this level of strength was enough to sweep through thousands of troops.

The villagers, who had been caught in a bitter battle, were stunned, they never thought that things would turn to such a point.

A Galen jumped out of the grass, and all game veterans have experience, but who would have thought of such nonsense when a big dragon fell from the sky?

Fortunately, Sui Xiong transformed this body quite gently, except for the big size, there is nothing particularly hideous and vicious, thick skin, simple color, and no patterns or deformities on the body, it is nothing more than a big thick-skinned tentacle monster. In comparison, those skeletons are actually a little more terrifying.

It's like an elephant and a mustache dog, although the elephant is much larger than the mustache dog, and its combat power can kill the mustache dog in seconds, but in terms of appearance, the elephant is much more amiable than the mustache dog.

Especially if the elephant is still protecting you from the mustache dog.

Watching Sui Xiong sweep through the thousands of troops, one tentacle after another waved in all directions, hitting the ground with bones and slag flying wildly, many villagers cheered.

However, behind the crowd, in the stone house where Sui Xiong's soul sense could not penetrate, a pair of old eyes were not only not a little happy, but were full of anger.

"What the hell! What a legendary creature came from!" the presiding priest of the Night's Watch Sanctuary in White Leaf Village stared viciously at the giant beast that was slaughtering all directions in the skull group, and even his beard trembled with anger.

He spent a lot of time and energy, spent a lot of resources, and arranged several follow-ups, preparing to take advantage of the siege of the skeleton army on the night of ashes this year to greatly improve the level of faith of his gods in the village, develop more fanatics, and then by the way, kill the bald guy who always encouraged the villagers to be self-reliant and self-reliant, and hindered his missionary work.

Originally, everything was going well, but as long as he went down step by step, the bald guy was about to finish, and when the time came, he would launch his hole cards and appear as a savior, and those villagers would definitely bow down- Oh, no, they have already bowed their heads, but they are not sincere enough, let them worship sincerely, like themselves, and dedicate everything to Your Majesty, so that the Great Majesty can gain more faith, and only then can they practice their own life values, and after the end of their short lives, they will go to Your Majesty's Kingdom with their heads held high......

He prepared everything very well, step by step, and was in control.

But this damn monster ruined everything!

Damn! This huge body and powerful power should be a ferocious legendary monster no matter how you look at it, it should be a monster that makes people lose their lives and make people tremble with fear, but how can it protect humanity!

The black-robed priest was already very old, and when he was young, he used to be an adventurer, traveling the continent from north to south, spreading the prestige of the gods he believed in, while amassing wealth and increasing power. He had also seen those huge monsters, they had the power to make people desperate, and they used their power to act recklessly and arrogantly.

But now, he saw a monster beyond his imagination.

Powerful, but not vicious, but friendly.

More than once, he had seen the monster deliberately avoid harming the villagers during the battle, and even sometimes he would rather suffer a little loss and be attacked by the skeleton a few times, but he would also try to protect the villagers.

There is no doubt that this is a monster in the camp of goodness, perhaps it is not a human thing, but comes from some world full of radiance, tranquility and warmth.

Celestial creatures, celestial jellyfish, haven't heard of it......

A little confusion is more than anger. For the old priest who has experienced many ups and downs and failures, the failure of the plan is actually not a big deal, and the failure can be tolerated when he is about to succeed, and it is more of a disappointment in the future.

Since the big guy is so friendly to humans, it's likely that he will stay in this area and become a character like a patronus. With its protection, the nearby villages will definitely no longer need to rely on divine power to tide over the crisis. This may not be a big problem for the Church of Good God who are good at healing and other means, but for the Church of Evil God like them, which is maintained by fear and threats, it is simply a catastrophe!

Not to mention that good and evil have been mortal enemies since ancient times, this good monster has to fight and kill even the relatively less evil necromancer, and will he show mercy to himself, the evil god who is so bad that his heart and lungs are completely black?

I'm afraid that it will sweep away the army of skeletons, and it will smash His Majesty's holy residence as soon as it dawns......

The old priest's chest rose and fell like a blacksmith's bellows, and his anger burned like a fire that had puffed up the wind, and he almost went mad.

Absolutely intolerable!

Fear and anger made him walk around impatiently, and it also terrified the girls around him who served as auxiliary priests. Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses and regained his composure.

Anger doesn't solve the problem, it leads to more problems, he needs to calm down now, things are not yet completely hopeless.

At this time, the power of mortals is useless, and the only way to pray to the great gods is to ask for the wisdom of the gods.

"Faithful Night's Watchman, Sleepless Keeper of the Holy Gate, Thy servant prays that the servant's meager wisdom is no longer sufficient to deal with the situation before him, and that you may guide him with great wisdom and tell him how to do it!"

At first his prayers were not answered, but it was not long before the small shrine glowed with a strange light. The light is pure black, but there is an inexplicable sense of dazzling, and there is more warmth and coldness together, which is very weird.

Along with this strange light, there was also an inexplicable will, which came into contact with the old priest, and then disappeared, disappearing without a trace along with the strange light, as if it had never appeared.

"Strange! Is it my delusion?" When the light appeared, Sui Xiong felt that the aura that made him hate suddenly increased, and he subconsciously looked at the stone house, but he didn't see anything special, and when he was about to take a closer look, the aura had disappeared again, and everything was as usual, making him wonder if he had a delusion just now.

However, this thought was only fleeting, and it was not easy to deal with the skeleton army while properly protecting the villagers. He was suppressing most of his strength at the moment, and it was even more difficult, and there was really not much room for distraction.

Anyway, it's a long time to come, and there is time to communicate slowly, so he is not in a hurry.

But he was not in a hurry, but his enemies were in a hurry.

In the stone house, in front of the shrine, the old priest who closed his eyes and prayed opened his eyes, and his eyes no longer showed worry and uneasiness, but showed ecstasy.

"Wonderful! The time to go to the kingdom of God has finally arrived! The most glorious moment of my life has finally arrived!"

Laughing, he opened the chest where he had treasured and pulled out a wooden staff.

The black wooden staff had many stains on it, and when you looked closely, it looked like the traces of blood had dried up, as evidenced by the bloody smell in the air. A section of the staff is unusually sharp, and there are two blood grooves, and once pierced into the prey's body, blood will gush out along the blood grooves, impregnating those special patterns on the wooden staff. Those "patterns" can turn blood into magical power, quickly constructing a miniature sacrificial circle that will turn the victim into a sacrifice to the evil god.

Many years ago, when the old priest was a young priest, he paid a great deal of money to have an equally evil magician make this wooden staff, which he named "Sacrifice", and used it to perform many sacrifices, more than once to please the gods.

The reason why he was able to become a presiding priest who could preside over a holy abode with ordinary qualifications was because of the contribution of this wooden staff.

And today, he is going to use this wooden staff again.

This time, he is going to offer the best sacrifice!