The underground world beneath the earth is full of mysteries for life on the surface.

Gold everywhere, majestic dungeons, treasures of black dragons, spiders, poisonous snakes and traps everywhere are all stereotypes of life on the surface of the underground world.

And the dungeon life in the underground world also has many unrealistic fantasies about the surface.

And this fantasy inadvertently shone into reality a few months ago-

A powerful surface lord who has broken into the underworld.

Subsequently, the human lord from the surface of the earth created a legend of being rewarded by the gray dwarves with tens of millions of units of food.

And this is just the beginning, in just two months, the surface lord has ended the dispute between the gray dwarves and the barbarians of the dungeon of Bloodhoof City with absolute strength.

As the overlord, the gray dwarf was trampled under the feet of the other party.

The human lord from the surface of the earth became the de facto master of the underworld.

And as Bloodhoof City began to conquer the entire underground world, taking all the land into their hands, everyone felt a sincere sense of awe for the human lord from the surface.

As a result, the other party's prestige climbed to the top.

Richard.

This name is even comparable to the gods in the eyes of many dungeon life, and many people even believe that the other party is the embodiment of the gods.

And then what happened in the underground world, the other party's already exaggerated prestige was strengthened again-

After Bloodhoof City set foot in the Underworld, he ordered everyone not to fight against each other again.

Since its birth, there has not been a day in which this land has not been at war, and it has ushered in unprecedented peace.

Some of the weak tribes have not been oppressed by other powerful tribes for several months, and they have never encountered the danger of survival again.

What's more, the Surface Lord also issued an order that all races could produce weapons and sell them to Bloodhoof for food.

The god of the dungeon is above, what a merciful policy!!

That's food, life-saving food!!

For the first time, many hungry dungeon races experienced the feeling of being full, and for the first time, they didn't have to let the old man go out to the wilderness to die when there was a shortage of food......

Maslow's theory of needs, physiology and safety, is the lowest level of needs.

It is also the most likely need for satisfaction and happiness.

After these two aspects were resolved, Richard's popularity in the underworld once again ushered in a wave of exaggerated soaring.

The Tukhs, the tribe of the Black Feathered people who live in the Rift Hills, are no exception, and they are also full of reverence for the lord who came from the surface.

Rift Hills are made up of a hill full of rifts.

The ground is cracked, the terrain is crisscrossed, and there are rifts everywhere, making it ideal for hiding.

In addition, the land is made entirely of rocks and dry hard soil, and produces no food except for a few lichens in the shadows, so there are no strong races stationed.

This also allowed the weak Tukhs to survive.

The Black Feathered Humans are a group of humanoid beings with bodies covered in black feathers and an average height of only 1.7 meters.

With an average level of 5, the most powerful tribal patriarch is only a level 7 hero, and his potential is worthy of D-level.

As long as they leave the Rift Hills, any powerful race can oppress them at will.

If it weren't for the high fertility rate and sensitive perception, I would have been destroyed.

But the surviving Tuks are not much better, even if the lord from the surface has many favorable policies, it has nothing to do with them.

Because the Tuks are not good at forging weapons......

So while the other tribes were living in prosperity and stability, their food was still scarce, and every month an elderly member would voluntarily enter the wilderness.

As a member of the Tuke clan, Jike is a level 5 Blackfeather Swordsman.

He had been away from the tribe for a full month and a half.

Food over the last month

Due to the shortage, he had to venture into the wasteland in search of food.

Unexpectedly, he encountered the army of Bloodhoof City on the way, and was forced to hide, and did not dare to return until a few days ago, after making sure it was safe.

Walking into the familiar Rift Hills, Jike was thrilled.

Not only because he came back alive, but also because ...... In order to avoid danger, he had inadvertently broken into a swamp shrouded in mist.

In that swamp, he found a land with plenty of edible mushrooms, enough to feed all his people for three months!

This is an amazing asset!!

There is the pride of the hero's return in my heart.

When the clansmen know the news, they will definitely wear an iron medal for him!

I couldn't help but speed up a little.

The sturdy body sped quickly through the cracked ground.

As he stepped into the confines of the Tukh settlement, a crisp voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Bell bell bell ~

The sound of metal crashing echoed across the cracked hills.

Standing high on the hill and looking down, Jike immediately saw a number of clansmen who were collecting moss in the cracks of the stones climbing out of the cracks, quickly moving in the direction of the sound.

Jike had some doubts in his heart, this is the bell that summons everyone's deliberations, is this something wrong?

But the clansman's excited and excited expressions made him feel like something was wrong.

The bell, which seems to ring so rarely, has been ringing so often lately that everyone doesn't have that panic.

In a puzzled mood, immediately keep up with the pace of the clansmen.

Not long after, Jik followed the Blackfeather into a hilly valley that had cracked through the cracks.

As soon as I stepped into the valley, I immediately saw several familiar figures.

He waved and shouted a few times.

Several people immediately turned their heads in surprise and rushed to Jike's side together.

"Jike, I thought something happened to you, why did it take so long to come back?"

Jike said loudly.

"I'm out looking for food."

As he spoke, his eyes were full of pride.

"I found enough mushrooms in a mist-shrouded swamp to eat for three months!"

When he said this, he was immediately prepared to be praised by his friends and amazed by the people around him.

But he waited for a while, and was stunned to find that no one cared about him.

What's going on?

Full of doubts, several companions around him lowered their voices.

"Jik, don't speak so loudly in the Holy Land."

Jike's face was full of doubts, when did this place become a holy place?

"But I found food......

"We know, let's get ready for the missionary."

"The ...... of the food"

"Your Excellency Missionary has given us enough food to fill ten caves! We're not short of food!"

When Jike heard this, his face was full of astonishment.

"Who is the missionary?"

Why are they given so much precious food?

"Who is the missionary? The Missionary is an oracle of the Dark Ancient Tree Cult!! He is a believer in the Great Lord, a great man who has given us hope and help to the Tukhs!!"

The more he listened, the more confused he became.

Full of puzzlement, he just wanted to ask, but his companion was already impatient, and pulled him towards the center, not giving him a chance to speak.

"When God comes, you'll know."

In the center of the valley there is a tall boom with a hollow stone tied to it, and on the other side is an iron block tied with hemp rope made of bark, and if you push the iron gently and hard, you can make a sound.

At this moment, a figure taller than the ordinary black-feathered man was tapping on the stone.

Crisp voices came out one after another.

Wait until this piece

The number of people gathered in the valley has reached a certain level.

The tall black-feathered man stopped.

The moment the bell fell, there was an immediate commotion below.

"Patriarch, great missionary, is it here again?"

"Is it today?"

"Why didn't you see the Divine Messenger?"

"I can't wait to hear the teachings of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect......

Looking at the excited crowd, the Tuke patriarch reached out and pressed down.

Wait until the voice calms down a little, then say in a high-pitched tone.

"The Great Messenger of the Gods, Lord Zarok, has arrived."

"Kneel down and meet the messenger of my God!"

As the words fell, all the black-feathered people below knelt down violently, calling out with hot and crazy faces.

"O great emissary of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect, eternally loyal to the followers of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect, welcome to you!"

In the midst of a frenzied call.

Whew~

The sky suddenly darkened.

I saw an undead dragon burning with crimson flames, flapping its wings and flying out from the other side of the valley.

Roar~

The undead dragon roared in the sky.

The terrifying Long Wei surged out like a tsunami at this moment.

The Black Feather Man, whose average level was only level 5, immediately felt the coercion that penetrated deep into the soul.

It was the oppression of the higher-level beings to the low-level beings, and they were not immune.

After circling the sky, the dragon swooped down and landed in the center.

Bang~

When the earth shook, the other party stood like a stone monument in the valley, giving people a strong visual impact.

The next moment, the behemoth slowly lay down.

Stomping~

A tall figure stepped down from behind.

At this moment, the eyes of all the Black Feather people became excited.

Great Missionary...... It's coming!!

Jike, who knelt down with Daliu, immediately looked up.

A three-meter-tall terrifying life was reflected in the pupils—

The upper body of the other party was a human body, and he was wearing a black and brown priest's robe.

Holding a pure black book in his hand, it exudes bursts of magical fluctuations, with an indescribable mystery.

His face was like that of a dying person suffering from pain, hideous and terrifying, and the dense evil runes engraved on his skin made people feel chills down their spine.

The lower half of his body made Jike feel suffocated...... It was the opposite of a human body—a spider, yes, a spider!

Eight arthropods pierced into the ground like sharp blades, covered with large patches of tiny hairs.

The body is wrapped in hard bone armor, and there are three rows of uneven barbs growing from the head to the back, giving people a strange and brutal feeling.

Just from the appearance, it gives an exaggerated sense of oppression.

If you add those scarlet eyes, you can make its deterrent power increase tenfold!

Evil, chaotic, brutal, murderous...... All the breath of dark life permeates it.

Evil walks with darkness.

But what is surprising is that this extremely evil existence that makes people's hearts tremble actually gives people an inexplicable sense of holiness.

Sanctanct.

The two eerie auruses blended together, making it difficult for Jike to describe his inner feelings.

Turning his head to look at his partner beside him, he lowered his voice and whispered.

"Is this the missionary? Which denomination was he a preacher...... Can it really bring hope to the Tukhs?"

His heart is still full of suspicion and unwillingness, he has paid so much for his clansmen, and if he doesn't get respect, he will let outsiders take the lead.

Several partners looked at each other firmly.

"The Dark Ancient Tree

The sect is the sect that came to save the Tukhs, and it is also the foundation for us to become stronger...... Wait, Jik, and see how my god's power blooms!!"

Looking at his partner's burning gaze, Jike was a little dazed...... Why did the clan change so completely in just over a month?

Does this Dark Ancient Tree Sect, which does not exist in the Dungeon God System, really possess such great power?

Really, is it here to save them?

"But I've never heard of this sect......

As soon as the words of doubt were spoken, several people next to him immediately said excitedly.

"That's because, God, has just woken up...... Wait and see, Lord Zarok, and answer all your doubts."

While a few people were talking in a low voice, the terrifying creature with the body of a spider slowly stepped forward.

After scanning the circle with an oppressive gaze, he slowly raised the black book in his hand and sang softly.

"The great god of the dark tree, who has returned from eternity."

All the black-feathered people who were kneeling on the ground followed him at the same time.

"The Great God of the Ancient Tree of Darkness, who has returned from eternity......

The voice is uniform, in the gloomy valley, sonorous and powerful, full of indescribable solemnity and sacredness.

Inexplicably, Jike felt a sense of solemnity and inviolability.

The emotions in my heart were immediately suppressed, and I began to listen carefully with bated breath.

The missionary's voice continued.

"He is the Lord of Immortality, the Master of the Power of Decay, the embodiment of darkness, my salvation."

"He is the Lord of Immortality, the Master of the Power of Decay, the Embodiment of Darkness, My Salvation......

"He is eternal, he dwells in the past, he is present in the present, he is forever in the future, he is, he is, he is!"

The voice suddenly became a little high-pitched.

The next moment, the Black Feather Man in the valley immediately showed excitement and fanaticism.

"He is eternal, He dwells in the past, He is present in the present, He is forever in the future, He is, He is, He is, He is forever!!"

The moment these words fell, the spider missionary raised the black book in his hand violently, and the majestic energy surged out, quickly condensing in the sky.

At the same time, the voice in his mouth suddenly became high-pitched.

"O great god of the ancient dark tree, you devout believer, willing to give your faith, your soul, eternal faith to you!"

"Great God, Lord of the forces of endless darkness and corruption, lowly believers beg for your mercy and attention!"

The moment the words of prayer fell.

The energy surging from the Book of Darkness spread out in all directions, directly condensing the phantom of a giant tree with a height of more than fifty meters in the void.

The leafless branches were as hideous as the arms of a dead man, and the rough trunk had a distorted face, exuding an evil aura as if it had just crawled out of the abyss.

If the soldiers of the City of Dusk are here, they will immediately recognize the life in the picture.

The Ancient Tree of Iniquity.

The top boss in the City of Twilight.

After the phantom appeared, the Black Feather Man immediately went crazy.

One by one, they folded their hands in front of their chests and began to pray in the most devout gesture.

"Eternal God of the Ancient Tree of Darkness, praise Thy might, Praise thy greatness......

"O great god of the ancient tree of darkness, your humble believers give you everything......

「......」

All prayers will name the god of the Dark Ancient Tree.

That pious and humble posture made Jike next to him feel a huge disobedience and unacceptable.

The Tukh had never believed in gods before, and although he was in awe of those who controlled supreme power, such a humble salute touched his sensitive nerves.

Why believe in each other? Is it just that the other party is strong?

That was the biggest question in his mind.

And right now.

On the illusory picture of the sky, the distorted and dark figure looked at him.

Jike suddenly felt himself freeze and his thoughts stopped.

The whole person seemed to have fallen into ice water, and he couldn't breathe.

That's a great existence...... Watching him!

At this moment, a low, thick voice slowly sounded.

"Newborn soul, I, give you strength......

The words fell, and the illusory picture surged out a majestic energy, which was directly poured into Jike's body.

In the next second, Jike felt that something that had been sleeping for a long time in the depths of his veins had awakened.

Click~

Invisible shackles were broken.

Jike felt the sharp pain of flesh and bones being crushed, and his throat subconsciously let out a low roar.

With the pain, he felt that every part of his body was filled with strength.

After a dozen breaths, when he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that he had been upgraded from level 5 to level 8.

One level higher than the patriarch of the Tukh tribe!!

He stared blankly at the image of the sky, unable to believe it.

Level 8, this is level 8!

For the Black Feather, this is a level that will be difficult to set foot in for the rest of his life, but now, he has been rewarded.

Rewarded by the great gods.

Lord, God has sent down God's grace!!

The emotions of resistance in my heart collapsed in the face of a huge surprise.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jike knelt on the ground with the most humble attitude.

The tone was almost crazy.

"Great Lord!! Thank you for your gift, you lowly believer, who will guard your glory with your life and soul!!"

As the words fell, a thin white line that only the missionary in front of him, the evangelist of evil, could see, rose above his head and quietly merged into the illusory ancient tree of iniquity.

"Obey my oracles, and obey my teachings, and you will be noticed by me."

"It is your glory to believe in me."

"I come from the past, stand in the present, and exist in the future."

The words gradually fell, and the illusory figure slowly disappeared.

And the black feather people in the field are becoming more and more excited and excited at this moment.

One by one, they looked at Jike, who had just been promoted.

Shout.

"Praise the God of the Dark Ancient Tree!!"

At the height of the atmosphere, the evil propagator looked at everyone with scarlet eyes and said slowly.

"After the First Battle of the Gods, my god fell into a deep slumber, and did not awaken and return until tonight when he sensed the rise of the crimson moon."

"My God is immortal, the only Lord who can bless you."

"My god is regaining his strength, and you need to pray in the most devout way."

"When you are religious, you will feel the gaze of our gods."

The moment the words of the evil communicator fell.

Suddenly, the entire valley resounded from all directions with majestic voices, cascading on top of each other, as if to purify their souls.

"Great God of the Ancient Tree of Darkness, You are the Master of Eternal Power, You are the Lord of the Gods, You are the true God of the world, You are our only eternal faith, You are the whole of our lives, we thank You for your praise, We offer our loyalty and faith to You, and we are willing to give our souls and lives for you until eternity."

No one spoke, but the voice repeated over and over again, like the whispering of the thoughts cast by the god of the dark tree.

When all the Black Feather people saw this scene, their hearts immediately tensed.

This is the Great Lord, watching them!

Subconsciously recite a prayer along with the prayer.

This picture is solemn and serious.

After taking a deep look at the scene, the evil communicator sat back on the flying dragon, whirring ~ the dragon's wings flapped and flew away from the valley.

"Followers of our God...... Pray in the most devout way possible."

"God, watching you."

......

Flying not far from the valley, the Evil Spreader pulled the reins, causing the Crimson Moon Bone Blood Dragon below to slowly stop.

At this moment, in the sky, there were more than a dozen other bipedal flying dragons.

Seeing the evil spreader, a two-legged wyvern approached at the forefront, and a gray dwarf dressed in pompous luxury looked at him with admiration.

"Zarok, your abilities are truly extraordinary, and this is the third tribe to convert."

Said meaningfully.

"As long as you can keep it up, master, you will be given the status of a hero in the future."

Becoming a hero is the ultimate dream of almost all classes, and it is a desire engraved in the soul.

Even the Extraordinary, the Evil Spreader, is no exception.

The scarlet eyes showed a little emotion, and after calming down for a while, he said.

"Lord Brown, after more than a month of preaching, the teachings of the Cult of the Dark Old Gods have been gradually improved, and we can try to promote them on a large scale."

Look at the other wyverns.

On the back of the wyvern, men and women, stood more than a dozen humans.

Brown was also in a good mood.

As the first Grey Dwarf to be recruited, he has no low status in the City of Twilight.

After there was no problem in Crucible, Karui left the matter of spreading the sect in the underworld to him for the time being.

For the past month, he had seen firsthand how the Dark Ancient Tree Sect had spread among these tribes.

Although there were many mistakes along the way, they were all corrected by the extraordinary class in front of him, the evil spreader.

Other bipedal wyverns also surrounded him at this moment.

A middle-aged lady with two long scars on her face approached and said slowly.

"It's really a good idea to use a magic sound box to set the mood and continuously strengthen the believer's understanding of the doctrine."

"Master Brown, I suggest that in the future, a mission room can be set up to house the magic sound box......

Brown subconsciously glanced at the valley where the Black Feather Man was located, and the fanatical prayers were still coming from the moment.

Nodding.

"Not only that, but we can also spread some stories of the Dark Ancient Tree Sect with the Magic Sound Box."

"Even in the future, you can use the magic sound box as a means."

His tone was quite excited.

"Zarok is able to temporarily store the power of faith and then replenish it to the believers, which allows us to continue to perform miracles without consuming it...... If we continue to expand, sooner or later we will have a greater effect."

Speaking of which, he was a little amazed, and when he learned about this task, he was still quite uneasy in his heart.

It is incredibly difficult to spread a sect that has only been created for a month or two and has the convincing of believers.

But it didn't come to pass, all kinds of difficulties are not worth mentioning in the face of the extraordinary class of evil propagators.

Coupled with the strong support group summing up, improving and repairing, the Dark Ancient Tree Sect has become more and more penetrating.

The missionary work proceeded at a rapid pace.

"Maybe one day, the Dark Ancient Tree Sect will spread throughout the underground world, and everyone will become a believer in the sect."

Brown was very emotional.

"It's a pity, if only we were a real sect."

The moment these words were spoken, the human expressions on the back of the two-legged wyvern were a little subtle.

They were slaves bought from the city of Solan and were responsible for the revision and formulation of the doctrine.

If it were a real sect, they might not be that useful......

The Evil Propagator gave Brown a deep look at the moment.

"Cloth

Lord Lang...... Who said that the Cult of the Dark Old Gods was not a true sect?"

Brown was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said.

"Isn't this a sect we created?"

The evil propagator's gaze is holy and hot.

"No, Master Brown...... We created it before, but just now, I feel the power of faith absorbed by the crown of the Dark Ancient Tree."

"The power of faith can only be used by the gods who hold authority."

"I felt the power of the scorching sun under the crown of the ancient tree of darkness."

"My god is still weak, but it is growing......

His tone became more and more high-pitched.

"The Cult of the Ancient Dark Gods is not illusory, but there is a true God."

True, true God??!

Everyone's eyes widened, and their breathing froze.