"Roar—"

This was followed by a scream.

A sea of trees creature was smashed with a punch in the midst of the thunder and the quake-like roar that flickered through the air.

The thick and powerful fist seemed to hold lightning and thunder.

The smashing body of the sea creatures, when the flesh and blood were splashed, were burned to char by the surging thunder, emitting a heterogeneous scorching smell.

And this is also a signal -

A group of hunters who tried to avoid this group of humans by hiding in the snow and hiding underground in the ground, this group of hunters who were still ambushing and plundering the escaped Jukai creatures just now, became the prey of humans in an instant.

"God, did it really exist?"

Bloodmage Lusco screamed as he watched the sea creatures scream in a strange language he didn't understand.

According to the legend of the elves, all life is made by the god of life.

So, in this situation, if these primitive tribes are praying for the gods' rescue and mercy, then why didn't the god of life come to save them?

An intelligent creature who regards certain things as his greatest sustenance, in the despair of dying, will definitely want to survive by various means, right?

Whether it's begging for mercy or something else.

However, if it doesn't get the rescue it expects, then it will probably curse the other party under the anger of fear.

Just like when he was a child, he was sold to a blood mage as an experiment by an adventurer uncle he trusted, and he kept calling the name of the adventurer uncle, hoping that he would heroically save a child like in the story he said.

Although there is something different, he received the "truth" from the blood mage, his own mentor, which led to the collapse of his faith and the endless hatred of the adventurer's uncle.

Although he didn't remember it exactly, he probably scolded more than the total population of a city in that half a day.

If the legendary god really exists, now is the time to show up and defeat the evil son of the great king.

Why, then, does God not save him from seeing death?

Because God knows that its beliefs are not religious?

Or is it because God doesn't value it? Does God have a penchant for pampering a particular life over other beings?

Or does God not care about the death of life...... Is death itself a part of life that must be experienced?

Or does God not exist?

Lusco thought a lot, but he ended up believing the third.

Humans will die, elves will die, sea tribes will die, dwarves will die, dragons will die.

God, who is supposed to be dead, or already dead.

Originally, in the written record, even if all the churches that flourished thousands of years ago collapsed, it at least shows that these churches can exist and must have something to rely on.

Was it because they had lost God's favor, or was it because God had died at that time?

Lusco thought as he watched as the son of the giant king and his knights of kingship slaughtered the wailing and roaring sea creatures.

Blood splattered, and a beast head flew towards him with a powerful swing of the giant sword in his hand by a knight of the throne.

Lusco subconsciously took two steps back and pulled away.

The falling head flew to his feet, and the vitality that had not completely disappeared supported the head to move—

It tried to make a sound, and the hairs on its face that were stained with blood and snow kept shaking, but it could only make a ho-ho sound.

The broken neck no longer supports its vocalization.

Lusco reached out and grabbed the head.

His fingers swiped across the head.

The other knights of the throne or dragon hunters who didn't do anything looked at him.

"Engrave a spell."

As if explaining, Lusco shows the process of engraving the spell on the skull:

"This spell can turn this head into a blood golem that will bite the enemy's body, and until its life force is exhausted, it will chase after a target until it infuses its own life force into the target's body - it can disrupt the use of magic and spell-like abilities."

The monster's head made a screeching sound like teeth clenching, and Lusko's right hand gripped the head shook as if it was resisting.

And Lusco was already familiar with this spell, just as he had used it for the first time, using his adventurer's uncle's entire family as consumables for this spell.

Although it was a pity at the time, only the head of his uncle's daughter was made.

However, he saw only jealousy and rejection.

Obviously, the group of people who personally slaughtered him thought that his waste use was excessive.

Because of what?

Because of the desecration of corpses? Or are you afraid that you'll be in a similar situation?

Lusco didn't really care what this group of future "companions" thought, he just wanted them to move faster, kill the two dragons quickly, and then, Wren, the son of the giant king, fulfilled his promise, he would get some of the dragon materials and make himself a dragon blood mage.

And as if noticing his gaze, Wren, the son of the giant king, still showed him that trademark smile:

"Rest assured, there will be no accidents."

As he spoke, his gaze turned to a few knights of the kingship who didn't look anything special:

"Dragons, sometimes not much different from beasts, they also have things they like, and they will be attracted to them."

"I don't want to step into a dragon's lair, dragons are powerful, but they are also smart and cunning, and it is at least not a bad choice to enter the dragon's lair and lure them out."

As the son of the giant king explained, or more of a boastful voice, Lusco's gaze was fixed on the knights of the royal power.

At this moment, he saw the blood-colored power on the bodies of those royal knights, and in between, it seemed to be mixed with the power of the wind element and the thunder element-

These elements seem to be independent, but they also seem to go with the life force.....

These dragon-blooded mages are luring dragons.

The spell "Dragon's Blood Decoy", a spell that simulates the vitality of dragons and simulates the blood of dragons.

A spell that mimics the power of the dragon's blood tree possessed by the legendary elves, and can emit a "mellow" life force aura that lures dragons closer.

Certain dragons will be fascinated by this.

Even if you are not a dragon, you will be attracted to this "mellow" vitality.

......

"What's that?"

Jura, the Lepid-winged Dragon, looked at everything that was happening in the distance with some confusion.

The large number of humans did not intend to step into the Twisted Forest at all, but stopped outside the Twisted Forest.

Killing prey is well understood, but why.......

The Lepidopters looked at the strange blood-colored power.

"It's kind of like a crown of power......"

"No, it's different, it's much weaker than His Majesty."

"Like a power led by 'Yingliang'?"

"No, it's different."

"Do you feel that it smells good?"

"Indeed, it's a little fragrant, and I really want to eat ......"

The sound of the Lepid-winged dragons' discussion reached the ears of Jura, the lepid-winged hunting dragon.

It assimilates its vitality with trees, and it vaguely has a similar feeling.

Immediately, it became wary of this anomaly:

"Immediately live with the tree."

Jura's command reached the ears of the Lepidopterans.

Immediately, it said as if to itself:

"Your Majesty, there is an abnormal condition."

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.