I have a city in another world

Chapter 1004 Indigenous Gods!

There were wailing sounds on both sides of the road after the attack.

A middle-aged believer who was sprayed by the scorching dragon flames was kneeling on the ground at this moment, uncovering his scorched leather armor.

The burnt flesh was exposed, exuding a strange fragrance.

Putting the long sword in his hand on the ground, the middle-aged believer reached out and gestured at the wound, shaking his head slightly.

"Blacksmith, help me peel off this piece of rotten meat, it's inconvenient for me to do it myself!"

The wrinkled middle-aged believer raised his head and shouted at a man who was picking up corpses.

Hearing this, the muscular man threw away the corpse in his hand and picked up the opponent's saber at the same time.

"This poor man doesn't have anything valuable on him!"

The blacksmith squatted in front of the middle-aged believer, spat at the corpse whose head had been burned off by Long Yan, with a trace of regret on his face.

"You still have to pick and choose from the things of the dead. It would be great if you can get a sword!"

The middle-aged believer took off his clothes, revealing a robust body full of scars, and at the same time bit the wooden stick he picked up casually in his mouth.

The blacksmith glanced at the wound on the middle-aged believer, pulled out a short knife from the tattered leather boot, and rubbed it vigorously on the cuff a few times.

"I'm not like you, I don't enjoy the blessings, why do I have to come here to redeem?

Look at what this demon-slaying army has become now. The demons outside the sky have not seen it. They have done a lot of burning, killing and looting, and they don't know who the demons are? "

"What they do is their business. At least my purpose is very pure, which is to drive away the demons outside the sky and use it to pay for the crimes I committed back then!"

The blacksmith snorted coldly, with a bit of unwillingness in his tone: "I'm not going to slaughter demons, but I want to follow the demon-slaying army to earn a sum of money for my son to study in the academy!
Who knew that following these poor ghosts would not have much business at all, if I had known I would not have come! "

While complaining, the blacksmith brought the short knife close to the wound of the middle-aged believer, and without any hesitation, pierced the tip of the knife into the rotten flesh.

As soon as the sharp knife cut it out, the fist-sized piece of charred black flesh fell from the shoulder of the middle-aged believer and fell to the ground.

Throughout the cleaning process, the middle-aged believers never frowned, and their will was extremely tenacious.

"Get rid of it and clean it up. This kind of wound is very troublesome. If you are not careful, it will rot and pus!"

The middle-aged believer glanced at the hideous wound, and said to the blacksmith with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, why are you afraid of death? Then why did you come here?"

While speaking, the blacksmith's short knife scraped the wound again, kicking off all the rotten flesh, and only now was the dark red blood slowly flowing out.

After taking out the herbs in the backpack, pouring them on the wound, and treating it with cloth balls and strips, the blacksmith stopped busy.

The middle-aged believer was already sweating profusely, his body trembling from time to time, and he nodded his thanks to the blacksmith.

Glancing at the surrounding corpses, the middle-aged believer half-kneeled on the ground, holding the long sword stuck in the ground with his right hand, and began to pray with his head down.

"Under your protection, lost souls can return to their hometowns, and the war dead can rest in peace..."

He was praying to the gods he believed in so that the souls of these dead demon slayers could be liberated!
Regardless of whether these demon slayers really came for the purpose of slaying demons, as long as they were in the same camp, they were eligible to be called his comrades in arms.

Now, these middle-aged believers who came from faraway places died in other places, so they naturally want to pray for these dead souls!
The blacksmith polished the saber he picked up just now, and he was a little disdainful of the behavior of the middle-aged believers, and did not pray for the dead like the middle-aged believers did.

In the demon-slaying army, there are many people like blacksmiths. They took part in the expedition just to make a fortune, not just to slay the demons.

They are exchanging their lives for the opportunity to make a fortune, but only a small number of lucky ones can achieve their goals in the end.

When he was inspecting the battlefield just now, the blacksmith saw a cobbler in the same city died in the chaos just now, his gutted appearance was horrible.

The only thing the blacksmith can do is to dig a shallow pit later to bury this unlucky ghost, lest he die in the wilderness!
When the blacksmith was thinking about how to make more money, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a bit wrong. He looked around and found that the source of the abnormality was the middle-aged believer.

The middle-aged believer, who was half kneeling on the ground praying, gradually exuded a shocking power, as if it was real, making it difficult for people to breathe.

A dazzling light began to emerge from around his body, making people afraid to look directly at it.

"Dangdang!"

The sword in the blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and the whole person couldn't help kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The middle-aged believers at this time, in his eyes, are like gods descending, exuding a majesty that makes mortals fear.

This scene was also seen by the surrounding demon slayers. While they were astonished, they also chose to half-kneel on the ground, put their palms on their hearts, and expressed their respect.

A pious old priest saw this scene, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept muttering to himself.

"I actually felt the breath of the real gods. Are they going to tell us in this way that they have been watching their believers?"

While speaking, the old priest also knelt on the ground and began to pray to the gods he believed in.

After about a minute, the middle-aged believer who was half kneeling on the ground slowly stood up from the ground, looked up and glanced around.

The middle-aged believers at this time are completely different from those back then!
The traces of time on his face have long since disappeared, his eyes have become deeper, it seems that there are endless stars circulating, and the wound caused by Long Yan has completely healed now!
Raising the long sword that became dazzling in his hand, under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of demon slayers, the body of the middle-aged believer was slowly lifted into the air.

A voice full of majesty and vicissitudes came out of his mouth and rang in the ears of all the demon slayers.

"The extraterrestrial demons are greedy by nature, and the world they invaded will turn all living beings into ruins!
Now they have not officially arrived, so their actions must be stopped to avoid disasters!
I am Melunes, your strong backing, and I will fight with you to expel and wipe out the extraterrestrial demons from this world! "

Following the roar of the middle-aged believer possessed by Merunes, the sharp sword in his hand slashed into the void, and then a dark crack appeared in everyone's eyes.

Through that gap, one can see an extremely desolate, strange world filled with gray mist and black smoke, and fiery red magma is constantly rolling in the lake.

All kinds of ugly and vicious monsters are circling and roaring in this world, trying to rush out of this gap!

This is a world belonging to the gods, and they live here, overlooking the countless creatures in this world!
The origin of the world that Tang Zhen has been searching for all along exists in these small worlds formed by relying on the main world. No wonder he searched secretly several times, but there was no result.

Because the original power of these worlds has been condensed into entities, becoming the legendary gods of Tamriel, hiding in the small world and not coming out!

However, as the date of the coming of the Holy Dragon City gradually approached, these indigenous gods who felt that the crisis was approaching finally couldn't sit still!

So they chose this way to announce their existence and encourage their followers to fight.

The precarious continent of Tamriel began to become more chaotic due to civil strife and the appearance of demons from outside the sky...

(End of this chapter)