Seok-woo is dead!

He seemed to have accomplished his mission.

The spark of civilization was left behind, and then it was extinguished.

But people remembered his name and wanted him back.

In the center of the ruins, a statue of him was erected.

The brave and fearless warrior, holding a long sword in his hand, stepped on a huge one-eyed python, his body was surrounded by various forms of words, behind him were rolling dark clouds, and there seemed to be those high gods, from behind the shadows, casting snooping eyes.

Many people bowed down before this statue.

There are also many people who, after learning the words and knowing Shi You's deeds, choose to rush over from far away.

Offer your own respect.

Mortals don't know.

But the gods knew that the man... The one who terrified the gods once again, he will return.

It was different from the old man they had worked together to destroy last time.

This time... Behind this man, there stood an entire ethnic group.

When the power of faith transcends the limits of time and life and death, that person will return to the world as a god again, to his homeland and his people.

However, the gods were powerless to prevent this from coming.

Because under the guidance of gods such as the Lord of Souls, the gods are divided in a sense.

Some of the gods, standing behind the gods such as the Lord of Souls, decided to follow him and become the patron saints of the human race.

The other part chose confrontation.

In the Soul Temple, after taking the potion concocted by the Great Priest, the expression on his face gradually became gentler, and there were a few more traces of ruddy on his cheeks, and his eyes, which had been cloudy, were a little sharper.

But everyone knows that this is just a return to the light, and as soon as three days pass, this once powerful Terran hero will pass away completely, leaving no trace.

If he chooses to sacrifice his soul to the Lord of the Soul, he will inevitably pay the price.

did not take his soul directly, this is the mercy of the soul master.

But no matter how merciful the gods are, their mercy should not be unlimited.

Not to mention Monet, the Lord of Souls... He has always been the smartest, and he understands human nature more than they do.

He knew that once he had no end in his reach, he would have to fulfill all their requests and desires without any cost. Then eventually he will be removed from the altar and become the most despicable of demons.

People will always ask for more from those who care for them.

It's like a parent and a child, like a husband and a wife, like a friend, like a brother and sister.

The party who gives, especially the party who gives unconditionally and endlessly, will one day, be hurt heavily.

When the other party's endlessly expanding desires cannot be satisfied, what is recalled is not to deal with the kindness and love that once had him.

Chasing's gaze swept over the faces of benevolence, virtue, righteousness, and filial piety respectively.

"I have been brilliant and brilliant in my life. But there have been many mistakes, and now I have such an end, and I deserve it, and you don't have to feel sorry for me. ”

"Once on the battlefield, I honed a skill, which is not a stunt, but it is not unusual. Now that I am about to go to nothingness and return to the embrace of the Lord of Souls, it is better to choose one person from among you to inherit these skills!"

"I believe in the Lord of the Soul, but the earlier path was the path of the Blood Fury Knight, although I later comprehended and developed, but I have not been able to get rid of this shadow, among the four of you, righteousness is the most suitable. He spoke slowly.

When he made his decision, no one objected, and no one objected.

The Bloodfurious Knight inherits his power through blood.

Righteousness and chasing have a blood relationship, so the other three people left the house very consciously, leaving time for chasing and righteousness.

Two days later, Yi walked out of the house with red eyes.

The power in his body has become extremely strong, and it seems that it cannot be concealed, and it can spread out at any time, and there are signs of eruption, but it is restrained and suppressed by a certain force.

And the last day, chasing is still not wasted.

He chose to continue to use it to teach some of the younger generations of the Terran Race, some useful combat skills and knowledge.

and to leave behind some of the insights he gained after sacrificing his soul in an oral manner.

Even the real kernels in it will be discounted by many times.

But the inheritance of this experience is still very precious.

Sitting on a stone chair wrapped in soft animal skins, the sun shining through the leaves on his face, revealing a hint of fatigue. He was so tired that he just held on to his spirit, so he didn't fall down.

Many children, in front of his eyes, waved the stone swords in their hands.

In the vigorous shouting, Chase's breathing gradually became sluggish.

Eventually, it faded into nothing.

Holding back tears, the children continued to wield their weapons.

Sweat like rain, replace tears with sweat, and bid farewell to this person who rose up for the human race and offered everything.

Chasing··· Just died.

In his opinion, there are no regrets.

But the children remembered him, and spontaneously built a humble altar for Chase.

As if they had learned to worship the gods, they quietly worshipped and chased.

In the same way, after many years, it is possible for the chase to wake up and come back again, in another way.

The sages and gods of the human race are all nurturing and growing.

And the progress of the human race has also begun to enter a period of acceleration.

Under the protection of the gods led by the Lord of Souls, plus the ignited fire of civilization.

Gradually, the Terrans broke away from their attachment to other powerful races and began to have their own land.

From nothing, build a city.

From the city to develop the country...

And under the impetus of the state, the process of civilization will be further promoted.

Something that other races can only do for millennia.

It only takes a hundred years for the Terrans to do it.

It is precisely because of the short life span of human beings that they fight for the day and do not want to waste any time.

Elves have a long lifespan, but that also makes them think they have enough time to waste.

Often, a simple development proposal takes hundreds or even hundreds of years to implement and complete.

When the aftermath of the first world upside down completely subsided.

When the Terrans have completely gained a foothold, and are tempting... Peek around your tentacles.

When··· Those warriors and sages who were commemorated by the Terran have awakened from the underworld, and then condensed their divine bodies in the sea of rules to become new gods.

There are certain contradictions between races and races, between gods and gods, and a complete commotion begins.

The strongest race in the world... The elves began to fear the growing strength of the human race.

And the gods also began to plot against the patron saints of the human race.

Another catastrophe is brewing.

"No! It's not time yet, the world needs to rest, civilization needs to rest. Feng Linwan said such things.

So, under Feng Linwan's instructions, the gods had to rush to the temple of the gods to sign the agreement between the gods.