The fireballs around the people's teacher shot like a Gatling gun at the human heads and the ancient god's followers who were trying to rush up the steps. Each fireball hit the target accurately, causing huge damage. Revolver stood firmly in the center of the battlefield, calmly finishing off the monsters that the two missed, ensuring that every fish that slipped through the net could not escape their joint stranglehold. For a moment, the three stood on the steps, facing the monsters' attacks like a tide and launched a counterattack. "Yuanying·Poyue." Facing the seemingly endless group of monsters in front of him, Lin Yi took a deep breath, retracted his long sword and adjusted his body shape. A second later, he swung his sword suddenly, and a huge sword energy condensed in an instant, stretching across him. This sword energy was completely different from the fragmented sword energy he released before, and it was completely not on the same level in terms of size and solidification. This huge sword energy was like a wall of air, spanning the entire battlefield, and its powerful aura shocked the surrounding thick fog. The huge sword energy suddenly pushed forward, like an indestructible giant sword, directly splitting the monster group in front of it into two.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the monsters were cut open one after another, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic. Looking at the corpses of their companions, these monsters were not scared away, but were angered by Lin Yi's behavior. In an instant, more than a dozen monsters roared and pounced on Lin Yi, trying to avenge their companions. Lin Yi controlled the Yin Wu Lei around him, and quickly formed a huge thunder hand beside him, successfully blocking the monster's fierce attack. With the assistance of Lin Yi's aura, the three people were always in good condition. Although the people's teacher's mana value has been hovering around half, he relied on a skill to speed up the recovery of mana value, coupled with the blessing of Lin Yi's meditation aura, so that he did not fall into the embarrassing situation of empty magic. After half an hour of bloody fighting, the three finally advanced to the top of the mountain. The priest robe on Lin Yi's body had been torn into pieces by the ancient god's family, exposing his scarred skin. The people's teacher's suit was also ravaged by the monsters, and turned into rags hanging on his body. Revolver's cowboy hat was lost in the battle, and he was holding a cigar soaked in blood in his mouth If it weren't for Lin Yi's healing and amplification, I'm afraid the three of them would have been torn to pieces by the monsters. After reaching the top of the mountain, these monsters seemed to have encountered some kind of limit. They only dared to roar at the three people on the steps and did not dare to cross the line. "What's wrong with these monsters?" The people's teacher asked in confusion. Revolver chuckled, changed to a new cigar, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke. He explained: "This is the base camp of the ancient gods. How dare these little Karami break in casually? They are not afraid of us, but the owner here." The altar of the gods is carefully built with huge stones, and each stone seems extremely heavy. The surface of the stone is engraved with dense mysterious runes and totems. These patterns are still clearly visible after years of baptism. The overall structure of the altar is a perfect circle, with a towering platform in the center and circles of gradually descending steps around it. The three people stared at the center of the altar of the gods, where a fetus was suspended in the air by countless blood-red blood vessels, like a strange cocoon. With each breath of the fetus, the brightness of the blood vessels gradually increased, while the surrounding environment gradually became dim.
It was as if the fetus was constantly devouring the surrounding light through breathing, making the entire space shrouded in a strange and oppressive atmosphere. The attention of the three people was firmly attracted by a figure in front of the altar. It was a person wearing a hospital gown from St. Freya Hospital. He knelt on the hard stone surface in an almost prostrate posture, with his hands tightly clasped together and his forehead deeply touching the ground, as if he was praying devoutly. The man in the hospital gown suddenly raised his head. His face was frighteningly pale, as pale as a dead person, and there was almost no trace of blood. His cheeks were sunken and his cheekbones were high, looking extremely haggard and tired. His eyes were deep and hollow, as if they had lost the focus of their soul, leaving only a dead silence and darkness. That kind of emptiness and depth made people shudder, as if it could devour all the light of life. His trembling lips began to move slowly, and the sound he made was hoarse and low, sounding like a cry from the depths of hell. He cried out desperately: "God, please grant me salvation! I am deeply sinful, and those past actions make me unable to look back. I am willing to give everything I have, just ask for your forgiveness, just ask you to save my lost soul!" As he spoke affectionately, his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if he was suffering from some unspeakable mental or physical pain. His hands tightly grasped the soil on the ground, and the force was so great that his fingertips turned white due to lack of blood, as if he wanted to relieve the torture in his heart in this way. He continued, "I betrayed my faith, my oath, I...I defiled my sacred duty for my own selfish desires. Now, I have received the punishment I deserve, and am troubled by this endless pain and torture. God, I beg you to grant me the path of salvation and free me from this dark abyss!" After saying those words of repentance, he knocked his head heavily on the ground again, his whole body trembling with pain and regret, as if waiting for the final judgment of the gods. Suddenly, the fetus hanging in the center of the altar let out a strange laugh, sharp and piercing, echoing in the empty mountaintop, making people shudder. The blood-red blood vessels that were originally still began to beat wildly at this moment, as if injecting more vitality into this strange fetus. At the same time, the repentant patient suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer empty and lifeless, but dark, like an abyss. His body seemed to be occupied by some unknown power, and the whole person exuded a strange and powerful aura. [Comparing the intelligence attributes of both parties..., the comparison is completed, our intelligence is times that of the enemy, and 39% of the enemy's information is obtained. ] Name: Devout Ai'er (Ancient God Believer) Race: Ancient God Family Health: 100% Ancient God Energy: 3600 Strength: 58 Agility: ? ? Stamina: 59 Intelligence: ? ? Charm: 5 Skill 1: Blood of the Ancient God (Passive) : Merge with a trace of the soul of the Ancient God, strength, agility, physical strength, intelligence +30 points, health +5000 points, Ancient God energy +3000 points. Skill 2: Divine Shield (Passive) : Blessed by the power of the Ancient God, the Divine Shield is automatically generated during battle, increasing spell resistance and physical resistance by 20%.
Skill 3: Divine Power Surge (Active) : The next attack causes an additional 100 points of erosion damage to the enemy, and there is a 50% chance of causing a stun effect for 3 seconds. Skill 4: Wrath of the Apocalypse (Active) : Causes range damage to enemies in the specified area, with a basic damage of 500 points, and a 70% chance of causing the enemy to fall into a state of fear for 7 seconds. In the state of fear, the enemy's movement speed and attack power will be reduced by 40%. Skill 5: Divine Armor (Active) : Generates a large amount of bone armor on the surface of the body, increases body defense by 200, and is immune to 50% physical damage. Skill 6: ??? (Active): ??? ??? ??? ??? Skill 7: ??? (Passive): ??? ??? Skill 8: ??? ??? : ??? ??? Skill 9: ??? ??? : ??? ??? Skill 18: ??? ??? : ???