Powerful people can eat anywhere.

I thought that the A-level master was forcibly polluted his soul in the Dali Congress, but what I didn't expect was that you were not qualified to be polluted by the soul.

Of course, according to Captain Zhao, this is not called soul pollution, but the blessing of the gods.

Only believers who have attained a certain level of strength, or who are extremely devout, are likely to be blessed by the gods.

Everyone who has been blessed by the gods will have a great increase in strength, and they are qualified to ask the gods to possess them once, and they will gain great strength in a short period of time.

This kind of thing is indeed a good thing for ordinary believers.

But it seems to me that it is the old gods who have left a soul imprint on every believer.

The soul imprint affects the believers at all times, not only guiding their devotion to the gods, but also being able to control the believers' bodies at critical times.

When necessary, an old god can easily rely on his followers to assemble a powerful army of divine servants.

It stands to reason that if someone like me surrenders with A-level strength, the divine envoy will definitely come over to determine whether I am qualified to become a high-level believer, and then pollute my soul.

But Duan Tianming didn't know who to receive, and no one paid attention to me for a while.

But that's okay, with Captain Zhao's endorsement, I can at least move freely in Dali City.

Captain Zhao settled me in and left.

Before leaving, he patted his chest on my chest and promised me that as long as I believe in the great world corroders, Dali is my home, and no one can drive me away.

If you make a few more merits, you may be personally received by the great world corruptor and bestowed with good fortune, so as to lay the foundation for yourself to become a god.

I said thank you with a wistful look on my face, but I sneered in my heart.

Blessed by the gods?

Obviously, they raised you like cattle and horses, and when necessary, they came down with the help of the bodies of high-level believers.

It will be a blessing to you.

Thinking about it, I still used this method to infiltrate the Dali Kingdom, and even the backpack was returned to me intact.

Speaking of which, these people are quite exquisite.

Lying on the soft bed, my mind began to recall the information of the corruptors of the world.

The number of this old god is neither high nor low, about five hundred, and his strength is S-level.

His body is a slug-like creature that constantly emits slime.

The abilities are also similar to those of slugs.

When the three hundred old gods invaded Middle-earth, Wei Wuguo had fought this guy once.

His runic blade had severed the massive body of the World's Corruptor, but the slime that flowed from the thing had corroded a huge cavern in the ground.

To this day, the huge cavern still exists, and if you look down, you can almost see the earth-fire magma below.

This shows how strong the corrosive liquid is on this guy's body.

I didn't go through the path of conscience, and the use of the Heavenly Axe only stayed at the simple level of chopping and chopping.

Unless I regain my sense of self and put my body back into automaticity, I won't be able to fight this old god.

Also, do the people in the city really believe in the corruptors of the world?

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a rhythmic knock on the door outside.

I quietly approached the door and said, "What are you doing?" ”

A hoarse voice came from outside: "The Great World Corruptor is above, Captain Zhao asked me to send you something." ”

I am a master of art and bold, and I don't worry about the other party's calculations, so I stretched out my hand and opened the door.

Outside stood an old man in a black coat.

He handed me a backpack and said, "Captain Zhao said that Dali is very interesting at night, but if you want to go out, you have to wear some logos, otherwise you will be killed." ”

I opened my backpack and glanced at it, only to see that it was the armband of the octopus.

After a little thought, I understood that the so-called World Corruptor must be the Cthulhu line, otherwise the armband would be a large slug.

I took the backpack and said, "Say thank you to Captain Zhao for me." ”

The old man bowed to me, then turned away.

I put my armband on my shoulder, straddled my belt bag around my waist, and walked out of the inn.

It was already dark outside, and a layer of blue light like haze floated in the sky, obscuring the original starry sky.

There are a lot more people on the streets than during the day.

Dressed in civilian clothes or combat uniforms, some empty-handed and some with weapons on their backs, they walked down the street without saying a word.

I noticed that their shoulders, chests, were all wearing octopus patterns.

Some fanatical guys even carved the octopus on their faces.

I didn't know where the group wanted to go, so I blended in with the group and walked briskly towards the end of the street.

At the end of the street, the lights are bright.

A diesel generator not far away whined low.

It was a place like a garden square, and when I came, it was already densely packed with people, two or three thousand at a glance.

The group did not communicate with each other, but looked feverishly at the center of the square, where there were eight huge stone pillars.

The stone pillars were originally blue-gray, but may have been stained with blood and turned dark red on the surface.

I looked up and saw a shirtless believer sitting in front of each pillar.

Believers are men and women, young and old, shirtless, with octopus motifs carved into their bodies, and their eyes are frenetic.

The surrounding believers looked at these eight people quietly, their eyes full of envy.

But no one spoke, so that there was an eerie silence in the entire room.

I was secretly amazed.

This may be a ritual for the devotees.

It's just that the woman doesn't even wear clothes, and she is not ashamed to pull the two balls.

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice came: "Great World Corruptor! ”

"Accept our humble faith!"

"May you bless Dali with eternal prosperity!"

As soon as the voice came out, the two or three thousand believers around knelt on the ground, and then their foreheads touched the ground, worshipping sincerely.

I didn't want to attract attention, so I knelt on the ground, but I cursed in my heart: What kind of corrosive is that? Today, Lao Tzu will kneel for you, and I will definitely ask you to kneel back when I seize the opportunity in the future.

The high-pitched voice came again: "Blood! ”

As soon as the words fell, eight devout disciples under the eight pillars suddenly took out a knife from their hands and plunged it into their necks.

In an instant, blood spurted wildly, gathering on the ground to form a gurgling stream of blood.

I gasped as I watched.

it! These eight guys are looking for death!

Sacrifice your life to the old gods?

But strangely, these eight people did not have souls after they died.

When I looked closely, I noticed that the blood was bright red, and there were faint soul fluctuations mixed in with it.

At this time, I realized that the three souls and seven spirits of these eight believers had already been sealed in their bodies.

Once dead, the three souls and seven spirits will leave the body with the flow of blood.

The ground was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the blood of the believers.

Soon, the entire ground turned dark red.

Mixed soul fluctuations came from the ground, and it was only then that I realized that this ground had absorbed an unknown amount of human blood and souls.

The main thing is that these souls have no resentment.

Those believers committed suicide and sacrificed, it should be voluntary!

This is a group of brainwashed fanatics.

The runes flashed in my eyes, trying to see what was hidden beneath my face.

But before he could see clearly, suddenly a fire flickered in the distance, and a rocket-bomb fell rapidly with the sound of whistling wind.

Seeing that the rocket-bomb was about to hit the ground, a figure suddenly appeared among the believers.

The figure was carrying a blackening sword, which looked like it should be a blackened rune sword.

He jumped up more than ten meters, but when he saw the light of the knife, he actually split the rocket-bomb in half on the spot!

The flames of the explosion lit up half of the sky, and the powerful believer was bruised all over his body by the explosion, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

Immediately after that, five or six rocket-bombs came whizzing.

This time, there was no interception from the believers, and the rockets and bombs smashed into the square, turning into a sea of fire.

In the light of the fire, the bodies of eight believers who had committed suicide were ablaze.

Behind the rocket-bomb, seven or eight ragged men jumped out, some of them carrying rune war knives, some carrying explosive bags, and rushed towards the altar without fear of death.

The leading man shouted, "I'll hold the believers back!" Demoman! Blow up this altar! ”

A man with a bag of explosives walked briskly forward, and in a few leaps he reached the edge of the altar.

But at this moment, some of the believers jumped up, the sword flashed, and the man holding the explosive bag screamed miserably.

One of his arms was cut off.

Although his arm was cut off, the man was extremely brave and shouted, "Lackeys of the Old Gods! You will not die well! ”

Without hesitation, he detonated the explosives and threw them at the altar with all his might!

Before the explosives bag had fallen, the believer kicked it out, and the explosives bag had already soared dozens of meters into the sky.

Just listening to the sound of "boom", the whole sky bloomed with a brilliant spark.

The explosive package exploded in the sky more than 30 meters, and the shock wave swept across the square, and two or three thousand believers fell to the ground like autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

But a shockwave of this magnitude was no longer able to break the altar.

The believer sneered and said, "Middle-earth's demon suppressors? I knew that there were still fish that slipped through the net in Dali! ”

That's when I saw the face of this believer clearly.

The master who just kicked the explosive bag was Captain Zhao, who had settled me before!

This guy turned out to be an A-grade too!