Dark Age

Chapter 232
Just a second ago, there were hundreds of people in the entire Temple of War, but now more than two-thirds of them were killed or injured. Such a change is simply not something that a temple can bear.

"No, no, no..." The protector's face was extremely pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had suffered a slight injury from the skill just now, but what made him feel even more distressed was that the War Walker here, Among the 100 people, most of them are his confidantes, who were brought over from the heavens, and those believers who developed on the earth were sent to the frontline battlefield.

Here, most of them are 19th-level war believers, and one-fifth are existences in the extraordinary domain.

However, now, there are already ten Transcendent Domains, plus all Level 19 Humane Domains that have fallen on the ground.

They all died in the same way, with bleeding from both eyes, it was the brain that was shocked to death.

"Ripple moves!"

As a level 30 existence, and also the guardian of the Temple of War, I naturally know this skill. This is an advanced special profession of the Faye, the skill of a spiritual mage. It kills invisible and colorless, and it kills enemies on a large scale. There is no defense at all.

"Who! Who is it?!"

On this earth, there is absolutely no one who can use this skill, that is to say, if the other party uses the scroll, and if he can lurk in so that he does not find out, and there is only one person who has conflicts with the Temple of War recently, that damn it Earthling thieves!

It's a pity that he probed all around without any direction at all. Ye Mo left immediately after using the scroll.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the guardian felt a pain in his heart, and spat out a mouthful of blood again.

……

"The skills released in the purple magic pattern treasure box are really not simple." Ye Mo rubbed his nose, followed the way he came, and lurked out.

Generally speaking, the items in the purple magic pattern treasure chest are of great help to existences below level 30.

The red magic-weave treasure chest can make even the strongest in the Legendary Domain become greedy.

As for the legendary black magic-weave treasure chest, don't think about it. Ye Mo estimated that what is stored in it may be part of the wealth of the gods.

The sky was dark and unclear, and Ye Mo hurriedly returned to the team. At the moment, there are only less than 200 people left in the team, but the advantage is that their mobility has increased a lot, and Ye Mo even walked out of the Temple of War Some energy stones were taken away to replace gasoline and act as fuel. This special stone is almost a universal energy source and has a strong tolerance.

The team set off overnight, firstly because they were afraid of revenge from the Temple of War, and secondly, Ye Mo was very worried about the skinning incident. This was a nightmare for him, and he always felt that something was secretly sprouting.

After killing a lot of war walkers, Ye Mo's level has also reached level 19, his strength has become stronger, and there is a faint potential to step into the extraordinary realm when he stretches out his hand.

"Extraordinary Domain, soon, I hope to enter within half a year." Ye Mo clenched his fists, and the skeleton avatar at this time also rushed towards the polar region, because there were less battles, the level of the skeleton avatar, now However, at level 18, it is one level lower than Ye Mo's deity.

……

In the sky, there are thunderclouds flowing. Under the night, there is a desolate scenery. The corpse is like a plant in the sunshine age, which is extraordinarily dazzling. The congealed blood is like an icicle, spreading from the mountain to the seat at the foot of the mountain.

Under the night, in the remote and barren village, a few figures occasionally swayed. The farmers went out to hunt and came back with exhausted bodies and blood on their bodies, but all of them had happy smiles on their faces.

The situation was not too bad. Some meat worms appeared nearby. They moved slowly and liked to roll in the snow. However, they had some attack power. It took three grown men half a day to kill one.

But fortunately, life here is much better than in big cities. As long as there are no green-skinned monsters appearing, these villagers are still happy to stay here for the rest of their lives.

At midnight, a swaying figure appeared in a mountain temple here. There was no one in the mountain temple, and it was a bit dilapidated, but at least it could shelter some wind and snow.

This is a blood-stained young man with stubble all over his face, his hair is also messy, and his hair is covered with blood. He is extremely haggard. Only the three swords around his waist can give him some safety. feel.

When Ma Wen passed the threshold of the ruined temple, he tripped and fell face down, and hit the ground directly. Blood continued to overflow, and the violent impact made him even more unconscious.

Marvin stood up vigorously, because he hadn't had food for many days, he almost passed out and passed out.

Reluctantly supporting his body, he came to the side of a broken Buddha statue. He forced his eyes and looked outside, the wind and the wind were swaying.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

Rainwater dripped continuously along the dilapidated Buddha statue. He opened his mouth, facing the sky, and drank a few sips of rainwater.

However, the hunger in my stomach was even worse.

Marvin took out half of the dirty dough bag in his hand, carefully tore off a piece, chewed it carefully in his mouth, rolled his throat until it was crushed, and then swallowed a small piece of the dough bag.

He is not willing to eat!
It was not far from the village, and he could even smell a faint scent of food in the air, but he didn't dare to go there, because the war walkers would find him.

Two months ago, a war temple descended on his hometown - a city in the northwest. He thought it was protection, but unexpectedly, it was more direct destruction.

Ordinary people were captured as coolies, and the demon hunters were captured and thrown on the battlefield. They deprived the lives of the people on the earth again and again. In the end, Marvin's sister also died under a whip.

Marvin is crazy!

Relying on his level 8 strength, he actually killed the war walker who was nearly level 20 in a fit of rage.

Maybe it's because anger makes power stronger, maybe it's because the other party is too careless to notice him as a little demon hunter.

Although he avenged his sister, what followed was a months-long pursuit.

He fled all the way from the northwest to the eastern coastal area, but the other party had no intention of giving up at all, and chased and killed him along the way.

He is wanted.

Not only in the Temple of War in the northwest, but here as well.

The Temple of War, even the capital would not dare to offend them, let alone a little demon hunter like him.

With a grunt, Marvin was hungry again.

The weather was cold, so he was dressed quite a bit, but the clothes were nondescript, all pulled from dead people.

hungry!
very hungry!

Really hungry and crazy!

He looked at the magic pattern medal on his arm, it was the lowest green one, and he was inevitably disappointed.

It was windy and windy outside. Not long after, more than a dozen people came in. There were men and women, old people and children in the crowd. Obviously, a whole family fled here together.

I don't care if I see people in the ruined temple. This kind of thing happens often. It's good for everyone to live in peace in the wild.

A dozen people, except for the elderly and children, were carrying backpacks, which were bulging, and there should be food.

Several men held hatchets in their hands, and gave Marvin a vicious look. Marvin shrank his head, moved himself to a corner, and minimized his sense of existence.

However, when the dozen or so people had just sat down, two more people entered, a man and a woman.

The young man has clean, broken hair, black sportswear and anti-riot boots, but his face reveals helplessness.

The young woman was wearing a bamboo hat, and her face was blocked by black gauze. In this dim place, people could not see her face clearly.

However, they all looked a little embarrassed, and they were drowned by the heavy rain.

"It's all your fault. Chasing and killing Timberwolves, we can only be trapped here." The woman's voice was a little cold.

The young man nodded silently, smiled helplessly, and did not defend himself.

Marvin curled his lips, thinking that these two were bragging. He had met Timberwolves before, and they were at least level 15, and they were a group.

"Who wouldn't brag? My husband even killed a skeleton priest." A pretty young woman over there held the arm of a man next to her, looked at the young men and women, and sneered.

(End of this chapter)