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Chapter 15 0015: Dawn

Quema couldn't look away, maybe he would never forget it, but he was really shaken.

The old god in my mind and the back in front of me began to overlap and compare.

The ups and downs did not sharpen his blade.

The fire in Ken's eyes became intense, and he used the flexibility of the steel sword to suppress the power of the two-handed weapon, forcing the opponent to step back quickly.

Sweeping like felling wood, the strong man let go of the handle.

Followed by a precise and swift thrust, the one in front of him clutched his throat, staggered and fell with his eyes wide open.

Ken turned his head sideways, and the tomahawk with horns and horizontal grooves fell against his chest. He grasped the handle at the end tightly and exerted force with his forearms.

Apostle Qi Bing's mane stood on end, and when she pushed it back, she couldn't pull it out!

He raised his shoulders and suddenly fell outwards, only to see a foot magnified in front of his eyes, his cervical spine hurt, and he lay down with nosebleeds and broken teeth.

A few tribal fighters who were oppressed immediately surrounded them...

Dang!

The steel sword was thrown on the ground.

[Equipment: Sea Tower Battle Axe]

【Quality: Excellent】

[Durability: 92%]

Ken clenched his two-handed ax polished with a snow-grain shell, and walked towards another enemy with great momentum, while the other enemy screamed to drive away his timidity, and raised the same ax to slash wildly.

The attack was haphazard.

But Ken's movements are not fancy, and with the attribute crushing brought by [Winter Mother's Blessing], he brutally greets him head-on!

Two axes of equal quality collided in the air.

[Durability: 61%]

Ken stopped where he was, and continued to walk. His bare feet stepped on the mud bricks, leaving toe marks.

Apostle Qi Bing retreated sharply, a gap was opened in the weapon, and the fragment scratched his finger and stuck into his thigh, and the red and black blood covered the dust.

"Mother Winter awaits your spirit."

Ken gritted his teeth as he spoke, snowflakes appeared in his palms, and there was a shriek in his ears, like the north wind passing through his throat.

"May, your soul,"

He raised his weapon too, and looked down at the fellow viciously.

"Never rest."

With a vertical chop mixed with a strange sound, the handle of the ax and the horned helmet collapsed one by one.

Quema shuddered.

He came back to his senses and heard a crisp sound, as if returning to his childhood, the sound of villagers chopping melons with hatchets.

The image of red soil mixed with white pulp and juice flowing everywhere floated in my mind.

Ken breathed calmly, and he frowned and looked around. The tribe warriors all looked at him blankly.

The last intruder was armed with two knives.

But his breath was quickly caught as Ken pointed the ax at himself with one hand.

"You have to do it yourself, look around, someone has to pay for it, the old gods can't struggle in this world for you."

Quema came out from behind, and more people raised their weapons, their expressions were cold.

Everyone has fantasized about idyllic pastoral, but this winter, the world threw these simple villagers into hell.

Someone has shone into the light, now is the time to climb out yourself.

Ken said, his chest heaving and swallowing.

[Skill: Winter Mother's Blessing]

When everyone walked in front of him, he trembled and lowered his arms, his strength faded, and every inch of muscle began to beg for mercy.

Originally, this skill should be at the cost of the purity of life.

But after the remarks were blocked, the old god, or should be called "Mother Winter", seemed to have made some decisions.

It changes this top-down contract, turning it into an exchange.

What drives this skill now is the snowflake left by Dongmu in her spiritual world. At this time, it has melted and withered, with no six petals and branches, and only the ice core is slowly recovering.

【Insufficient magic power】

Looking up at the already dim altar, and the slowly spreading clouds.

The old god paid a price for entrusting this entrustment to himself, and was forced to die miraculously, and even the consciousness that was finally connected was driven away.

"Ouch-"

Ken turned around, and the battlefield between Hamsin and the werewolves had long since moved away.

After bathing in the experience points, he exhaled the pent-up stench, his footsteps became light again, and he began to run into the darkness where the firelight could not illuminate.

Before long, the messy stones began to roll down to the feet.

Hamsin was terribly embarrassed.

Winter Mother was expelled, and his divine power could no longer be sustained. His body had begun to shrink. Although he still swung and fought like a human, his body was covered with dull lumps.

He has only one hand.

The fissures no longer shine through, and dry up, partly falling off with each attack.

The werewolf was even worse.

Ken stepped on its blood within ten steps, and there were bloody hairs scattered everywhere, and all its protruding bones had been dented.

"Sin, Hamsin, Uncle Xin!"

He ran forward quickly, no matter how much he called, there was no response.

The old man who was once kind and kind is now completely bruised, his face has been eroded and cracked, and there are only holes left in his eye sockets.

He, no, it only has some kind of obsession left.

Still waving the stump, hitting again and again!

Ken raised his hand and put it on the opponent's shoulder, but the experience points were just floating in the air, and there seemed to be no target that could be transferred.

【The flesh has been sacrificed, and since then he is doomed to burn to nothingness. 】

"He can still move, damn it, respond to me! Hamsin, think about Joan, what will she do!"

pat.

His other hand also fell down, the cross-section was black and red, and it smelled like burnt. This inhuman sacrifice came to an end, and he was driven by his obsession.

Ken's eyes itch.

The stump moved slowly, and finally fell on the werewolf, pressing it down.

wheeze...

The werewolf convulsed slightly, this mutated monster was very tolerant, and there was still a residual breath, and the breeze slowly slipped out from the shattered mouth.

"You, how can you live."

Ken gasped for breath and carefully moved Hamsin's body away.

The sound of smashing and smashing began to sound from the ruins, as well as low-pitched cursing, and some choked and incomprehensible movements.

[The end of the battle: 34 dead, 2 seriously injured, some loot]

……

The twilight of the morning grazed the charred wasteland.

Kuima and the others had already finished executing the remaining one, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, gathering here.

Everyone saw Ken standing there, holding a broken handle in his hand, staring at a pool of minced meat in a daze, with powerlessness and exhaustion in his eyes.

Soon, someone noticed the shell next to it.

Sacrifice is something that happens at every moment of life and death, and everyone is not surprised.

The Santon Kaya people all maintain a firm belief. They are not only serving the winter mother, but also protecting their homeland and clansmen. As long as this is the case, no one is willing to kneel in the center of the altar.

Perhaps, when the tattoo fell on the chest.

With this kind of awareness, they made a heavy wish for Mother Winter above the stars.

……

In the cave, Qiong Shuo didn't move.

Sleepless all night.

　Thanks for the reward of "Lie down when it gets dark"~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)