Dark Age

Chapter 230 Blessing Ceremony
"The host has been blessed by the mold god, the host has moderate immunity to certain plague virus-type skills, the chance of accidents is reduced, and the host gains the mold god's favor."

Ye Mo was stunned by the series of reminders of the Magic Pattern Medal. He originally thought that the old man was just a simple star envoy, but this blessing ceremony is obviously a middle-level blessing ceremony. The status of this old man is probably higher than he imagined. be taller.

"Let's go, let's go, young man, see you later..." The old man waved his hand, and then left towards the distance. He still looked like a fool, but he was a little more mysterious.

Ye Mo was stunned. He didn't expect that a dozen pieces of golden shining stones could actually get a medium-level blessing ceremony for a mildew god. Such a deal is too cost-effective.

You know, although the content of this ceremony seems useless, it can greatly enhance Ye Mo's ability to survive just by reducing the occurrence of accidents. What's more, the ceremony acts on the soul, which means , the skeleton clone also endured this ceremony.

People who have been blessed by the God of Misfortune, so many people who have done something to him, if their luck is not strong, they are likely to be very unlucky.

The sky is full of yellow sand, and a large number of plants are missing. The soil on the earth is gradually deserted, and the sky is full of dust when the wind blows.

The Flame Mage set fire to more than a dozen corpses, and the smell of scorching wafted into the air, but no one avoided them, because these were the corpses of comrades-in-arms.

The one who died the most was the arrow rain of the elf ranger.

Gu Shanhe didn't cry, but Ye Mo noticed that his hand was holding the spear tightly, almost scratching the spear.

Several of Gu Hetao's classmates were weeping uncontrollably, and Zhang Hao, who was wearing glasses and received Ye Mo and the others at the beginning, was even more powerless and slumped on the ground...

The dead are dead, and the living continue to live.

"We discussed it. With our status, I'm afraid we won't be able to go to Heshi." Zhang Sheng said, firstly, they are considered hostile to the Temple of War. It won't be easy in the days to come.

"We want to go north with you. I heard that you are going to the capital, which is an important military base, and I also know a few comrades in arms. I think it will be easier for us to live there." Gu Shanhe said the same.

They were afraid that the journey would be too far, so they didn't go to the capital, but now, the reality forced them to leave.

"Yes, yes, but I'm afraid we can't bring too many people, or it will slow down our speed." Ye Mo thought for a while and agreed.

"That won't be the case. The few buses here, only three buses belong to our own people, and almost all of them are demon hunters around level 10 or higher. As for the team behind, when they arrive in Heshi, they won't Follow us."

"The total number of people going north is about 100."

Ye Mo saw that the other party had already counted, so he had no objection.

"Okay, then let's rest here for one night, and tomorrow we will bypass Heshi and continue northward."

Ye Mo looked at the people who kept leaving the team. Many of them were already planning to settle down in Heshi. Although the Warwalkers looked unfriendly, they were all ordinary people, and those high-ranking figures never cared about them.

Most people have this idea, they are too ordinary people, in this troubled world, they just want to survive, even if they are asked to believe in the Goddess of War, it doesn't matter.

After discussing with Zhang Shuo and others, Ye Mo found Lu Jiaqing, who was looking into the distance, watching the smoke rising in the distance.

Her hair is still blood red, but the God of War pattern has dissipated.

Different from the youthful and beautiful girls before, Lu Jiaqing's whole body is filled with icy chill now.

She is more like a flower blooming on the ice field, solitary and self-admiring, glamorous and aloof, her temperament is completely different from before.

Ye Mo sighed slightly in his heart, stepped forward, and stood side by side with her.

"You don't have to blame yourself. No one wants this to happen. If you want to blame it, blame us for being too weak."

"I know, I know everything, old classmate, you don't need to comfort me... I never knew why you practiced so hard. In my opinion, with your strength, you can be safe and secure in the army." Take it easy."

"But now I finally understand that even if you don't cause trouble, trouble will come to you. At this time, if you are not strong, then your life will be in danger, and even the people around you will be implicated."

"This is the sorrow of the weak."

"Before I was in a dream, I didn't dare to kill you. In fact, this is also a weak person. I don't have confidence in myself. I know that you are fake, but I still can't do it. But now that I have killed you, I feel relaxed and don't want to kill you." It’s not that I forgot, but my will has become stronger, so the Goddess of War has less influence on me.”

The cold wind blows, and the long blood-colored hair flutters. Perhaps in the near future, a generation of terrifying empresses will rise.

Ye Mo thought to himself, Goddess of War's wishful thinking might fail.

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At night, it was very cold, and the heavy air was icy cold. There were fewer and fewer people in the team, and they all rushed towards He Shi.

I heard that there is no death there, that there is food brought down from the heavens, and that as long as you believe in the goddess of war, your life can be guaranteed.

Ye Mo sneaked in directly. He was never a gentleman. Since the other party came to attack him, he didn't mind causing a little trouble for the Temple of War.

Heshi at night is dark, and there is also an army here, but unfortunately almost all of them have been taken over by the Temple of War.

The Temple of War is just upstream of a big river, within a few thousand meters around him, almost no one can move around, and this place has become a restricted area.

"Go, hurry up, you don't have the strength to carry such a little thing, and you still want to get food?" A war walker wearing a white war mask, holding a whip, scolded a group of about a hundred humans.

In the big river, there is an energy ore brought down by the Temple of War from the heavens and placed in it to conceive. After it matures, it needs to be artificially fished out. This energy ore needs to be matured in an environment with water, and can replace electricity. In the sky and the abyss Very common, but not on Earth.

The energy stones are heavy and have uneven edges and corners. Generally, demon hunters below level 10 will be cut.

"Father, I'm hungry..." A little boy with a dirty face pulled a middle-aged man by the hem of his clothes and followed timidly. His father was carrying a large energy stone on his shoulders. The edges and corners pierced into the flesh, and blood continued to flow down.

In the icy and snowy land, the blood quickly froze again, forming horrific streaks of blood behind him.

He looked at the team in front, then at his own child, gritted his teeth, took out a rotten face bag from his pocket, and handed it to his son carefully.

"Eat, drink some water after eating and you won't be hungry. Dad will be able to get food after moving this trip."

The man showed a loving smile, but in the next second, his smile froze on his face, and a long sword pierced through his chest. The tip of the sword kept passing through the man's heart, and pierced into the little boy's heart as well. Throat.

One sword, two lives!

"How dare you be lazy? People in the lower realms are born slaves. If you want to believe in our Lord, you must reach level 10 or above."

"Go, go to work, what are you looking at?" Warwalker scolded, kicked the little boy and his father's corpse away, and left cursing.

The body flipped in the air for weeks before slamming to the ground.

Gollum...

A Huaxia coin rolled out of the boy's clothes, rolled along the gravel path, and finally stopped beside a pair of riot boots.

Ye Mo bent down, picked up the one yuan coin that was still stained with hot blood, wiped it, and put it in his pocket.

"This will be your reward. Don't worry, someone will walk with you on the road to Huangquan."

His heart was cold. In his opinion, the behavior of War Walker was no different from that of the Abyssal Demon.

He looked at the Warwalker who was going there, a killing intent flashed in his eyes, and in the next second, his whole body sank into the shadows bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)