You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 68 Opening

The rain was pouring, the wind was howling, and the fields were full of chaos.

The endless rain poured down the sky and covered the sky.

Every drop of water hit the field like a steel needle, making a sharp chi-chi sound.

The soil was turned upside down from its mild and quiet state by this torrential rain.

The land that was originally solidified by the "Eternal Soil" also became damp and soft after the downpour.

This is the normal rhythm of nature.

Mailang is like countless small boats bumping in the sea, trying to move forward.

The accumulated water formed rivers on the ridges, overflowing the boundaries of the fields, forming indistinct pools of water.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, accompanied by flashes of lightning.

The heavy rain shrouded everything in darkness, as if nature was declaring its infinite power.

However, under this great and violent storm, the field still showed a kind of tenacity and vitality.

Although it has been severely tested, although it has been drenched by rain and covered with mud.

But Maizi persisted tenaciously.

Gadry Raven stood tall on the ground at this moment.

Next to him was Nelson, who had fallen down and was uncertain of life or death in the muddy water.

The pair of young men and women in gray robes on the opposite side were no longer as comfortable as they were at the beginning of the war.

The gray-robed male pastor was tall and slender, with a handsome but ferocious face.

His long black hair fluttered over his cheeks as the wind swayed.

There is a touch of evil and madness hidden between the brows, and it looks even more terrifying under the light of lightning.

Most shocking, however, was the puncture wound on his abdomen.

Bright red blood spurted from the wound, blurred in the heavy rain.

But the bloodstains infiltrated the gray robe mercilessly, forming red clouds.

Faced with such a fatal injury, the man didn't care at all, but revealed a ferocious pleasure, as if this wound was the symbol he was most proud of.

The long hair of the woman in the gray robe was messily scattered on her shoulders.

Her pale skin was bloodshot, as if she had lost her vitality.

The most frightening thing is her pair of eyes - extremely black, like abyss like prison.

Tears of blood flowed from her eyes, adding scarlet marks on her already terrifying cheeks.

Make the whole person look like a ghost in the netherworld.

The two parties stalemate for a while.

The young gray-robed man was the first to break the silence, with an unconcealable complacency in his voice:
"False God, your town has been destroyed by our 'Circle of Nature'."

"Did you hear the cries from "Tariek"? "

As he spoke, it seemed that the wound was involved, and his body shrank from the pain, but his mouth still didn't stop:

"This is the price you pay for usurping the authority of the earth!"

"A false god like you will surely die in front of the earth with the most painful gesture."

Gadri, or the god of fertile soil, who was stared at by him, did not speak.

He just looked up in the direction of the town.

The crown on the head fell on the mud at some point.

The torn black-brown sacrificial robe clings to his skin, together with the dazzling dark-brown necklace around his neck, revealing a strong aura.

The apostle who was descended from the gods was expressionless, and under the gray sky, there was a sense of otherworldliness.

His eyes are as deep as the night sky, revealing an elusive mystery.

His cheekbones were raised high from his unusually rapid energy drain, making him look even thinner and more menacing.

Water droplets slid down his slender arms, leaving deep and shallow marks.

What is particularly eye-catching is his back that is covered with dense seedlings.

The seedlings grew naturally, looking weird and disgusting in the deep darkness.

Each seedling is stretched straight and becomes more lush under the moisture of rain.

A hideous and terrifying scene formed behind the apostle.

Seeing that the God of Fertile Soil did not respond to him for a long time, the young man was a little ashamed.

Hands outstretched.

Under his guidance, the mighty force of the earth forms amazing earth waves.

The woman beside him was also keenly aware of the timing.

The sleeves fluttered, blood dripped down one after another.

She raised her head slowly, with a bottomless power shining in her black pupils.

A circle of black light condensed around him.

This power is as rich and heavy as ink.

The woman stared at the incarnation of the god in the world without fear.

The black light fluttered, outlining a strange and ancient double circle in the air.

As the symbols were completed, those black lines turned into countless winding vortices, twisting and spinning in the air.

The figure of the God of Fertile Earth froze immediately.

Immediately, the overwhelming earth waves swept towards him.

wow wow wow-

The violent ground-breaking sound formed a chilling momentum.

Quickly bury the god of the fertile earth and Nelson's body that fell beside him.

There was no other sound except the sound of rain.

The rain is gradually decreasing.

Snapped!
The man in the gray robe failed to confirm his victory.

Unable to hold on, he fell to the ground.

Mud and water stained his robes and trickled into his wounds.

It made him howl in pain.

Fortunately, the power of the earth has been slowly tending the wound.

So the gray-robed man did not despair.

At first, he attempted to manipulate the power of the earth to form a sudden attack on Gadri, who had just completed the séance ceremony.

Unexpectedly, the completion of the séance was much faster than he thought.

As a result, he was deprived of control of the ground thorn instead.

The abdomen was also stabbed as a result.

Therefore, he did not dare to attack rashly.

He must use his hands to guide, wait until Moira next to him catches up with him, use "Frozen Fear" to control the enemy, and then bombard his earth creation.

"Frozen Fear" is a sacred object that the "Circle of Nature" organization specially asked them to bring out this time.

Possesses the effect of freezing the person being watched.

Unable to move and unable to cast divine spells.

At the same time, it can also exert powerful spiritual oppression on the target.

The level of the holy object is not high, and there are special storage requirements, but it is easy to deal with a small church cleric like Gadri.

Even though Gadri was possessed by the gods, his physical weakness meant that the gods could not fully exert his power.

That being said.

Moira, who was standing beside the fallen gray-robed man, still didn't relax and cared about her companion's injuries.

Instead, he looked fixedly at the direction where Gadri and Nelson were buried.

as predicted.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a seedling suddenly appeared in the soil.

It then grows at an unnaturally rapid rate.

The damp soil coats the bark without any feeling of filth.

The seedling almost grew into a strange pine tree under the eyes of the woman in green robe.

This pine tree is tall and straight, like a lonely watchman, bearing the baptism of wind and rain.

The branches are covered with pattering raindrops, like strings of crystal clear pearls.

The leaves are soaked by the rain, showing a vivid dark green.

Under the dark sky, the whole pine tree looks very majestic.

Suddenly, a thin, pale gap opened in the trunk of the pine tree.

The bark began to twist, as if some mysterious power was being born.

Finally, when the gap expanded enough.

Out of it came Gadri--

To be precise, it is the god of fertile soil who looks like Gadri.

It was still the dark brown sacrificial robe.

His figure was thin and pale, and there was a hint of gloom between his brows.

When he stepped out of the pine tree, the gap in the trunk gradually closed.

Nelson, who was also protected by a pine tree and unconscious, was also discharged by the way.

The seedlings on the back of the God of Fertility who walked out of the pine tree were still green, and he slowly raised his hand.

The moment your fingertips touch the bark.

The trees collapsed in an instant.

Not under the soil.

Everything seems to be back to how it was before.

Moira was not too surprised to see the God of Fertile Earth resurrected from the earth.

Although the opponent is a false god, he has indeed stolen the authority of a part of the earth.

This is not the first time He has risen from the ground.

She and Malcolm had buried each other three times, but each time he rose from the ground unscathed.

As for why he just passively defended
Moira followed the God of Fertility and looked in the direction of the town.

Knowing that the other party may have noticed the change of the Moon Cub.

Most of them also guessed that the task of the two of them was just to hold back the apostle who was descended by him.

It is unlikely that he will take the initiative to do his best or even fight for his life.

Therefore, he simply used a certain method to accumulate his own strength, and at the same time indulged the cubs of the moon to advance.

When hundreds of cubs are integrated into one body, they are completely sublimated but it is too late to develop all their abilities.

Clear in one fell swoop.

That's why before that, He felt that instead of driving her and Malcolm to death, he would be fully resisted.

It's better to stay here and play with them.

It can not only preserve or even restore strength.

It can also ensure that the "Gu Dou" ceremony of the cubs is carried out as scheduled.

Malcolm's "just right" wound was probably also in his calculations.

However, He was too arrogant.

The ink in Moira's eyes became thicker, and two more lines of blood and tears flowed down.

She is the supreme commander of this operation of 'Circle of Nature'.

she knows.

Their plan has worked.

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