Gods: The Swarm

As night falls, the Holy City is still brightly lit as before, but a bit noisy.

The huge city fell into silence.

Only the desolate horns sounded from the city towers, and the shouts and stamping sounds of the troops as they mobilized.

놇This solemn atmosphere is like a dark cloud over the city. Even the children who love to play and make trouble feel depressed and are too afraid to speak loudly.

A large number of civilians from surrounding towns came to the rescue. All young and strong people, both men and women, were organized into temporary garrison troops.

Taking the distributed weapons, under the leadership of General 놇, they went to various city walls to garrison them.

The remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people went to the temple in the center of the city under the guidance of the 놆놇 shaman.

The square in front of the temple, as well as the surrounding neighborhoods, were filled with worshipers in simple clothes kneeling everywhere.

They faced the majestic statue of the god, knelt on the ground, and recited prayer mantras in a pious whisper.

Lines of blood that were difficult to detect with the naked eye slowly escaped from their bodies and floated towards the statue.

The blood-colored halo rising from the statue became increasingly bright red and alluring, almost condensing into substance, lingering like smoke.

As time went by, believers continued to faint and were carried away by church knights.

The vacant positions will be quickly filled by other believers.

High Priest Galu stood on the steps in front of the temple, overlooking this scene, his cloudy eyes full of sadness.

As a half-orc, he is not as reckless and stupid as ordinary people, and he is quite talented in magic.

With his wisdom and outstanding talents, Garu was able to become a heroic shaman, and then gained the favor of the gods and was appointed as the high priest.

For any orc, this is undoubtedly a supreme honor.

But in recent years, Garu has grown to hate his own intelligence and talent.

He would rather be stupid and mediocre, like most people, living an ignorant but happy life.

"Eh..."

Garu raised his eyes, looked at the bloody statue, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Just as he was about to turn around and enter the temple, he heard exclamations coming from far and near.

Galu raised his head suddenly and saw billowing dark clouds coming from the sky, completely covering up the gorgeous sunset.

Although his eyes were clouded with old age, his profound Dharma allowed him to see those ferocious monsters clearly.

There are hundreds of millions of dragon-like giant beasts, surrounded by blue thunder and lightning, which are extremely ferocious and terrifying.

"Finally..., are you coming?"

"Can we really hold on to the Holy City until the army comes back for reinforcements?"

He withdrew his gaze and looked around the square in front of the temple, looking extremely sad.

"Great God, no matter whether we win or lose in this battle, maybe... the humble Galu will no longer be able to serve you devoutly."

Galu's faith has not collapsed, but it is difficult to be as pious as before.

The omniscient and omnipotent gods should also know.

But because He valued his extraordinary talent, he did not impose divine punishment and allowed him to continue to serve as the high priest.

In recent years, Galu's guilt has become increasingly heavy, not only against the gods, but also against his own people.

"People, the evil god's minions are coming!"

"Pray, use your spirit and blood to bring strength to the brave warriors, and protect our homes!"

"놖, I will be with you 땢놇!"

Garu raised his staff high, opened his arms, and used the blood spell to declare to all the clan members.

"Ho ho ho......"

Countless orcs roared in response, and then chanted prayer spells loudly.

With their blood boiling, they ignored Galu's last words, which was very different from the past.

However, the shamans and believers in the square in front of the temple saw a scene that made them extremely horrified and distressed.

I saw the high priest reciting a mysterious mantra loudly, and his rickety and thin body expanded several times in an instant, like a rapidly inflating skin bag.

The exposed dry skin continues to tighten and thin as the body expands, and gradually becomes transparent, and the blood vessels and meridians are also faintly visible.

However, every pore of his body seemed to be steaming out blood mist, covering his entire body in an instant.

No one could respond, and there was a muffled sound of "bang".

The blood mist then exploded and condensed into thousands of blood droplets, slowly drifting towards the towering statue and then submerging into it.

"Boom!"

The gorgeous staff fell and hit the steps in front of the palace, making a crisp sound.

The high priest has disappeared, and only the gentle breeze blows through the square in front of the temple, through the streets and alleys of the city, and through the ears of all the orcs in the divine domain...

A sigh comes and goes with the wind.

"High Priest!"

The orcs who witnessed Garu's mysterious disappearance cried out in panic.

The majestic statue of the god has been completely soaked in blood, and a bright red beam of light rises into the sky.

The light pillar spread hundreds of meters into the sky, slowly spreading and falling around, until it turned into a hemispherical red barrier, like a large upside-down bowl, covering the entire holy city.

"Rebellion!"

The divine voice resounded throughout the heaven and earth, exploding like thunder over the holy city.

There was no sadness in the voice, but full of anger.

Urnos's face looked terrifyingly gloomy at this time!

Although half-orcs are brave and warlike, their life span is actually too short.

Except for extraordinary species such as the 깊Woma Orcs, the average lifespan of ordinary Orcs is less than seventy years, so it is extremely difficult to cultivate heroic-level relatives.

Especially a hero-level shaman like Garu, who is extremely talented in spells and can cast high-level bloodline spells.

Urnos has been operating the Divine Domain for more than 2,000 years, and has only cultivated a few, and this is the only one who is still alive!

Garu's bloodline spell, after being blessed by the holy weapon he finally got, can even cover all his orc followers in real time, greatly improving his combat power.

Its strategic significance is self-evident.

Urnos believed that he would respond to his every request, and even when his faith was shaken, he did not send down divine punishment, and even sent down oracles several times to comfort him.

Even in this war, he was reluctant to let Garu fight with the army, for fear of some accidents.

Who would have thought that Garu would seek death by himself, and would not hesitate to use his own magic, flesh and blood, and even soul to cast a large-scale defensive spell of the forbidden spell level - bloodline protection.

For more than 2,000 years, Urnos has encountered many powerful people who are difficult to match.

He has always relied on this bloodline to protect the holy city and the core of the divine domain buried deep under the temple.

But every time the previous high priests, including Garu, wanted to perform this forbidden technique, they had to extract the blood and souls of hundreds of millions of believers and use the blood curse array in the statue to transform them into a curse.

Unexpectedly, this time, Garu would sacrifice himself to perform this forbidden technique!

"Why, why!"

Urnos's raging anger almost burned the sky.

He didn't understand why everyone was against him.

Even Garu, who was originally a devout believer, used his life to protest against him silently.

This made Urnos feel extremely humiliated and resentful.

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