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Chapter 14: 0014: The blade is facing the night
Ken's eyes were covered with crimson, and half of his eyeball was filled with thick blood.

【You were stunned by the Painted Ice Apostle, and the morale of the team weakened. 】

"Block here, cover him!"

Kuima yelled heartbreakingly, he had shown enough strength in the battle just now, so that others could listen to his orders.

But everyone lost their souls.

Apostle Qi Bing felt kind to the desperate situation, and the tribal warriors had not seen several battles in successive years, and the morale of both sides reversed instantly.

Especially after those axes are able to cut out flesh and bloodletting again...

"Huh-"

The eyes of the invaders were burning with the radiance of the volcano, and they made a forceful volley in unison, making a naturally formed collision, like a frost bear breaking through a cage, tearing apart the defense.

[The team is broken, they need a suitable leader. 】

Ken lay on the ground.

There was no sound in the world in front of him. He saw Quema shaking himself. After trying to no avail, he dragged hard to avoid the charge.

In the distance, Hamsin sat on a werewolf.

He raised his head without pupils, as if he was watching the battle here, and the blood of Thornton Kaya was infiltrating the ground.

The werewolf panted crookedly.

Its shattered eyelids opened and closed suddenly, and the pair of jaundiced pupils moved quickly, flashing a fierce look, and the whole upper limbs burst out with strange force!

The werewolf stabbed Hamsin in the stomach with its claws, which could tear apart tree trunks.

When he was still in human form, Hamsin wore gauze around his waist. After accepting the mighty power of the old god, the chapped marks became bigger and became a weakness.

The hook claws opened and closed in the body, and the mournful howl sounded far away!

Taking advantage of the situation, the werewolf pounced forward again, biting the lower end of the opponent's arm with its mouth open. Even if it was a giant, its strength was enough to cut open the fascia.

Ken was half unconscious.

He felt that the magic power that created Hamsin's mutation was surging like a wave.

call--

The world is quiet.

Above the sky, a steady stream of power washed over the altar.

A certain legendary existence is eager to come to the world, it spreads out its consciousness, looking for any carrier that can be used
Ken unfolded his gray vision.

He felt some kind of strong emotion, the loneliness and helplessness in the world of frost and snow, but no one could hear this voice.

The totems on the tribal warriors lit up one by one, and then fell down one by one.

Ken watched silently. It should be said that among the people present, he was the only one who could notice this phenomenon. It felt like a helpless person who was running back and forth, bumping into walls repeatedly but could only continue to try with tears.

That power gathered near Kuima, because among all the bloodlines of Thornton Kaya here, only he is the strongest.

"Who are you?"

Ken didn't speak, but the meaning was conveyed.

"Intangible Existence" paused, it was more like an emotional aggregate, and it was showing "astonishment" and "surprise" at this time.

Almost at the same time, Ken's [Winter Mother Sacrifice] skill began to flicker.

Just when that force was about to tear apart the nothingness and forcibly compete for this body, a ripple appeared in Ken's body out of thin air.

The source of the mysterious note was triggered.

The tide sinks into the sand.

The black whale swallowed the sea silently.

There is no confrontation, no struggle, just "reject" so easily, making the skills dim in an instant.

[Your life is absolutely free, and you are not allowed to sacrifice to any old gods. 】

Ken didn't expect that the call just now would successfully talk to the existence of the old god, which is not even confirmed in the legend.

In a daze, his head rolled to his feet.

A Horde warrior is decapitated, and confusion and despair are spreading through the ranks.

【Team: 7】

In the distance, Hamsin's right arm had been torn off, and the light was shining everywhere. The golden liquid dripped from the wound, melted into the snow and condensed into hoarfrost.

Without delay.

Just when Ken was about to end this "meditation", he felt an extremely strong sense of "helplessness" and "sadness".

He looked into the air in front of him.

The old god wanted to take over his body just now, but the other party seemed to be just "dizzy".

From an emotional point of view, it has a deeper attachment to Santon Kaya than to itself.

"Hey, I will do my best." Ken sighed, although he couldn't touch it, he still stretched out his hand to the nothingness in front of him, "You have my promise."

He returns to consciousness expertly.

Before he was about to pull away, there was a needle-like pain in the palm, a snowflake fell in the spiritual world, and the six-petal ice crystal was clear and transparent.

The notes rippled, and the gray part lit up again.

[Skill: Winter Mother's Blessing]

[Level: LV2]

The sound of bones breaking made Quema bared his teeth. He stood in front of Ken and supported himself with the handle of the ax to prevent his other knee from landing on the ground.

If we say, who else can we count on in the melee now.

After going through this night, he could only think of Mr. Ken's magical power and inhuman willpower.

"Stupid guy, get out of here."

Apostle Qi Bing was condescending, and he raised his plasma-sticked hammer when he received no response.

Suddenly, everyone raised their heads.

The shield in the center of the altar began to shrink, and the swirling beam of light began to slowly recede into the clouds.

The lavender streamer was dim, dust fell from the pumice stone, the battlefield was scorched orange by the flames, and the invaders' curled beards were cast with flickering shadows.

"The weak who live in comfort, look, you have been abandoned by the old gods!"

His saliva was flying all over the place, and he was insane.

Kuima showed an expression of resentment and unwillingness, but tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. They yearned for peace, but this world seemed to be too harsh on kindness.

The cries began to echo.

Faith collapsed in the tragedy of bandits and village massacres.

"None of us provoked you, why, everyone is dead, what is wrong with everyone?"

Kuima's face turned red, and she began to cry with tears streaming down her face.

"So weak, death is eternal."

Apostle Qi Bing blocked all the light and swung the hammer towards his eyes.

stab-

Quema felt his throat constrict, and someone grabbed his iron plate and yanked it backwards, making it hard for him to breathe.

Boom!
He looked back and the blow landed at his feet, cracking the mud-brick floor.

Stepping on the hammer head with half a bare foot, it looks so poor, desolate, but so firm and brave.

A steel sword whizzed past his head, and two locks of hair stuck to his cheeks.

But Kuima couldn't bear to blink, his back was so familiar, and he had witnessed him fall and get up countless times in the darkened cave...

Apostle Qi Bing's body trembled, and with just one shake, the head flew away.

Blood spurted out of a small fountain, and the blunt end of the hammer fell.

Ken picked up Quema with one hand, and hammered his fist at his heart. It was not only encouragement, but also healing the injury with experience points.

【Kill: 11/15】

He shook off the blood, raised his sword aloft, and let out a growl.

It was the voice from the depths of the unyielding soul, passing through everyone's hearts like the north wind passing through, like the chill above the clouds.

To awe the living, to make the night timid.

The power of [Winter Mother's Blessing] runs through the whole body, and both [Strength] and [Agility] are skyrocketing. After the skill upgrade and change, the time is limited, and the range is not as exaggerated as Hamsin.

Ken remained in his human form, unchanged.

Kuima stopped the urge to cry and kneel, the tribal warriors prostrate on the ground seemed to see the morning light, and the apostles who fell into the slaughter all looked sideways.

Ken was fearless, holding his sword at the side of his head in a traditional knightly stance.

Rush into the night!
　Thanks to "Xianxia, ​​Bookworm" for the reward
　　
　
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