Golander's hands clutched the necks of two dead men, and behind him, a scarred Akiba gasped for air.

These are the two auxiliary priests under Latu's men, and Ajiba, who has been seriously injured by his pursuers, as long as he catches him and sends a message, Latu will arrive immediately.

Golander's face was cold, the rain falling from the county of the Ramo River hit him unshielded by magic, and Akiba covered his worst wound and looked in the direction ahead with Goland.

The sound of hurried footsteps, from far to near, under the focus of Goland's eyes, a figure slowly appeared.

Latour, he saw the scene in front of him, and immediately understood why the two deacons had only sent a message once: "Why are you here?"

Golander looked at Latour: "Who made you talk to me like that"

Latour slowly retreated, trying to find a strategy to escape.

"I'll just ask you once, who told you to do it" Golander saw Rameau's wandering eyes, ignored him, and he asked.

"It is the duty of the church to sweep away the rebels" Latour's words are the same as those of the two dead deacons.

Golander suddenly laughed, and in the next second, his eyes were as fierce as a beast: "Then I will do my duty too!"

The third corpse.

"Here in Cranmore, the Dark Church has been hit hard, but Ephilep won't be back for a while, I'll go to Greyhouse County to see what is going on in Norhan, you will be the acting bishop first" Dropping a sentence, Goland disappeared in an instant, and Latour's protruding eyeballs were bloodshot and glared at Akiba.

Akiba looked at the dead Latour, and a long-hidden thought came to his mind - the Cranmosan religion is known as the most mysterious church, and the bishops, elders, and priests in it are more or less masked, and no one has seen their true faces under their masks.

Akiba slowly crawled towards Latour, his hand trembling on Latour's face, afraid that he would wake up.

"Well... Hard?" Akiba thought the bandage he was wrapped in was too thick, and little by little, he began to unwrap the bandage.

Circle by circle, Latour was indeed wrapped in a thick bandage, and Akiba spared several times, and finally, little by little, the bandage was removed.

"What is this!?" Akiba didn't expect that he would really see such a scene, far beyond his imagination.

But he couldn't think about it, the moment the bandage was lifted, multiple cracks appeared on the body of the dead Latour, and the violent magic fluctuations emitted a strong light.

Rumble!!!!

There was a big explosion in the forest, and Goland, who had not gone far, looked at the direction of Agiba's position, could it be that someone was hiding there without being discovered by himself, or was Latour not dead.

In an instant, Golander returned to his original position, and at this time, a large area of charred black appeared on the ground of the woods, and Latour's place was already a blur of flesh and blood.

And the scope of the explosion was very large, and Golander looked all the way to the edge of the explosion, only to see Agiba, his limbs were blown off, his eyes were huge, looking at Goland, his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't speak, his broken arm was shaking, as if he wanted to make a gesture, or reveal something, but he couldn't say a word.

"La... No..."Agiba didn't survive in the end, and died in agony in front of Golander.

Goland's brows furrowed, and with a wave of his hand, Agiba's body sank into the dirt: "Time is in a hurry, Agiba, go all the way"

Overnight, the members of the Dark Church in the Cranmore District died not only Akiba, the other party seemed to know about the departure and disappearance of Ephilep, and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, and the time was very clever, but this time, unlike the previous petty fights, this is a declaration of war - the Modist Sect will no longer tolerate the existence of the Black Spirit Sect.

......

When they arrived in the Land of Realms, they learned why Murtu asked them to call themselves the village chief.

This place can't be regarded as a kingdom, not to mention the primitive life of the people, the environment is still very poor, there is no fence between the houses, children run around, cows, sheep and pigs run around, the whole thing is very messy, it doesn't look like a kingdom, it's a slightly larger village.

And Melto itself is a slightly larger thatched house.

"Village Chief!" everyone waved happily when they saw Meltu, and several children rushed over quickly and rushed into Meltu's arms.

"I was the first to carry the village chief of Murtu!"

"I got it first!"

"I'll go first!"

"Okay, okay, don't make any noise, everyone has candy to eat" Murtu stretched out his hand and conjured out a few pieces of candy, gave them to the children one by one, and then took a few people to walk inside, "Old rule, you have a banquet today, I brought a few friends back, come out to play later"

"Good !!"

Surrounded by a group of people, Philep and the others were a little embarrassed to follow Melto into his house.

"Find a place to sit," Mertu waved his hand, and the staggered furniture returned to its place, and the dust on the floor was gone.

Several people each found a chair to sit down.

Melto waved his hand again, and a table appeared in front of them with food on it.

"Drink, little beauty" Murtu looked at Doris beside Simberdin, since Simberding almost died in front of the dragon for Doris, the two of them have confirmed their relationship.

Doris shook her head, and Simberdin said to Meltu: "She's not very good at drinking"

Mertu nodded: "Then let's have a little rum juice, you don't have it there, it is a specialty of our time" As he spoke, a glass of blue-purple juice appeared in front of Doris, which was very fragrant, and everyone else's table was full of alcohol.

"How's it going, my kingdom" ate a little, a little full, and Murtu leaned comfortably on the back of his chair and touched his stomach.

"Uh...... Everyone was very kind and welcoming," and I couldn't find any particularly nice words to compliment.

"Hahahahaha" Mertu laughed when he heard his answer, "Don't be so polite, there have been people who have come to me before, maybe a thousand years earlier than you, and some of them directly said that I don't look like a kingdom here"

Maybe that person doesn't know who he's up against, dare to say.

"Hahahaha, what he said is very good, I also think, I don't look like a kingdom here, since the pre-god era, my real appearance here is like this, other kingdoms are just my personal opinion, here is 100% restored" Mertu seems to be very satisfied with his own kingdom, and he is proud to say it.

"I didn't want to be a king at that time, it was those brothers, I had to be a king, I had no choice, but I was a village here, I didn't want to take care of it, everyone was doing well, they relied on me to get a peaceful land, as long as I could cover them, they would spontaneously give me some food and help me clean, this kind of life is really good" Meltu's words were full of enjoyment and comfort.

Ai Philep actually nodded silently, a person who loves adventure so much and has traveled all over the continent.

"Now, I'm a little world here, and I can do whatever it looks like, but I've made it the most beautiful thing I was before I died," said Murtu, looking at his glass.

"What story do you want to ......tell us, village chief," Cindy, who was a little anxious, asked Cindy, seeing that Afflep didn't ask.

Mertu glanced at Cindy and smiled: "I was about to say..."

Drinking the wine in his hand, Mertu looked at the four of them: "Do you know the reason for the demise of the pre-god era and even the rarely recorded one?"

The four of them shook their heads silently.

The smile on Mertu's face was a little more bitter: "At that time, in this era, twelve of us were the first to obtain magic"

"Isn't it?" Simbertine habitually wanted to be corrected, but was taken back by Ephilep after a glance.

Murtu smiled: "It's okay, I'll say it, your doubts will be solved"

Simbertin nodded.

"Twelve of us who went out on an expedition to find the relics of the true gods for the survival of mankind found a huge tortoise, the largest I have ever seen, and it can carry the whole world on its back," Mertu waved his hand and showed them the picture.

"Twelve of us have received the gift of the true god and mastered the legendary power - magic, and we were so happy that we brought it back and wanted to pass it on to everyone" Murtu saw the picture change, "However, we found that not everyone can master this power, and the number of people who can master it is also different, each of us teaches different magic, some people are suitable for me, some are suitable for others"

"Later, our magic has improved, we led the first batch of disciples to teach, that is, the first two words you said, and the monsters, especially the dragons, the Terr (giants) and, you elves started a fierce struggle, and in the end, we laid a large territory, and the twelve of us divided the territory, one of us led a piece, with citizens who were willing to follow them, lived, and since then, the human race has ended the life of running for their lives," said Murtu.

"Later, Bigdaro, the king of our Flame Kingdom, he was not satisfied with such a small place, at that time, it was about the same size as the village, he began to lead the second batch of magic apprentices to expand, that is, the three characters, and the other kingdoms began to envy after seeing it, and also expanded, and finally became what it is today"

"But when the territory is bigger, there are more things, and each king governs differently, and there are frictions between kingdoms from time to time, and finally, the irascible Bigdaro is the first to launch an attack on other kingdoms, and it is also the first large-scale man-to-man war in history" To this day, there is still fear of that war in Meltu's eyes.

"This war lasted nearly twelve years, provoked disputes among the twelve kingdoms, destroyed human life, and almost returned humanity to its primitive state, but in the end, reconciliation was reached," said Mertu.

"We have signed a magic agreement, there are three rules, everyone must be a qualified king, we must not do things that hurt our kindred, all our negative emotions must be cleared regularly" When it came to the third article, Meltu slowly sat up straight, "It is this third article, it is ideal, twelve kings, everyone has troubles, as soon as there are troubles, they will be cleared, and as long as there are troubles, they will be cleared, and over time, the place where our negative emotions are piled up can no longer be carried, and in the end, it lives"

"It turned into a person who was just like us, but with no positive emotions at all, and we looked at this person, and he could continue to absorb our negative emotions and was obedient, and we didn't get rid of him at that time and gave him a name - Mod (the dark side of the world)"

A new chapter is presented, I hope you like it.