Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 197 Kojiro Fanma!
a few days later.

Kamala sat on a majestic golden lion and galloped towards somewhere.

"I didn't expect that the first person I met would be you, a little guy. Forget it, I won't take your life in the future, and let you become the backer of the Golden Dynasty in the future."

"Thank you sir!"

Simba burst into tears of gratitude.

Whenever he recalled the terrifying lightning and the invincible blade that the other party showed not long ago, Simba felt the pain of being whipped by thunder faintly emerging all over his body.

Not to mention the unfathomable background, it is even suspected that all Loa is likely to be created by him!
Simba couldn't help but feel his scalp numb when he thought of that terrible speculation, and he couldn't even think of any resistance at all!
"Run quickly, if I run too slowly, I won't be able to restrain the blood slaughtering death blade, then I really have to take your knife."

"Yes, it will be here soon!"

Sweating profusely, I dare not think about it anymore.

A layer of golden flames burned on the surface of Simba's body. He did not hesitate to burn a lot of physical strength and his speed suddenly increased. The presence of divine power could still be vaguely seen in these golden flames.

"Huh? It seems that the past 1 years have been enough for you to understand the use of some divine power, and the progress is faster than I thought."

He looked at the golden flame with great interest.

Under the threat of death, Simba tried his best to send Kamala to another troll tribe in the remote jungle not long after.

The tribe here is obviously much larger than the tribes under Kamara's command, and the totem on the tribe's altar has also changed. The rough lines outline a rebellious eagle with wings ready to fly!
No need to say hello at all.

From the moment she saw that simple totem pole, Kamala could no longer suppress the extreme dissatisfaction and madness of the Blood Killing Blade!
Today it must drink the blood of the gods. If it cannot do it, then use your life to pay for it! !

Obviously it's just a weapon.

However, the Blood Slaughter Blade, which is loved by Itarek, expresses his meaning very clearly, making no secret of his disdain and contempt for Kamala!

Lightning struck the surface of the ax blade.

Kamara forced the rebellious and brutal blade to calm down a bit, then jumped up suddenly, roaring and roaring in mid-air, and slashed down on the goshawk totem pole with an axe!
“waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh——!!”

Under the dumbfounded gazes of countless trolls.

The burly and strong figure fell from the sky, and the brutal and violent blow completely smashed the totem pole they worshiped day and night like cutting tofu!
Vaguely, everyone seemed to hear a slightly painful howl of an angry eagle!
boom--

Not a moment's delay.

After realizing that one of the threads of his faith had been violently cut off, the Weeping Blood Eagle immediately appeared in the strong wind that blocked the sky and the sun.

The huge body of more than 20 meters hovered in the air, and the eyes full of anger put strong pressure on every troll, and then the eyes quickly focused on Kamala!

There was a little more fear in his eyes.

The majestic rumbling sound sounded, as if an unstoppable storm was slowly stirring the world.

"Unfamiliar and unreasonable troll powerhouse, this is not the place you should come to. If you don't leave, I will let you taste the wrath of the gale!"

"What a coincidence, I just want you to see, what is Thunder's Roar!"

boom!
The ground beneath his feet crumbled inch by inch.

Kamala was fearless and approached the Weeping Goshawk at high speed. The manic thunder wrapped around his body, tearing open the dark sky, and then fell down violently under the shocked eyes of the trolls!

After an hourglass.

Satisfied, the Blood Slaughter Deathblade sucked up the last drop of divine blood in the headless eagle's corpse, and returned to silence.

Kamara carried it on his shoulders with a blank expression. The lightning dissipated, and he walked towards the trembling goshawk priest not far away, step by step, who witnessed the whole process.

Qi Shushu knelt down on the ground.

The old priest could not hide the trembling in his body, but this was not because of fear, but because of excitement and excitement!

"O unrivaled man of destiny, please tell me, has the doomsday predicted by the ancients arrived? Is the dawn of the Golden Dynasty really at this moment?"

"As it should be, I am the one who brings destruction to the loa you believe in, and the one who forgives your original sins and brings hope to restore the Golden Dynasty!"

The faces of all the trolls were full of maddened excitement, and tears flowed freely, but they buried their foreheads deep in the soil, and they didn't even dare to offend Kamala with their eyes!

"Everything of our tribe, no, you can take whatever you want from the dark criminals! I just hope it can bring you a little help!"

A moment of silence.

Kamara slowly raised his hand to remove a ferocious ghost mask from the priest's waist, and the bright red oil paint added a bit of murderousness to it!
"Your faith has always been with me, and the reconstruction of the Golden Dynasty also has your painstaking efforts!"

He turned and left without hesitation.

Behind Kamala, the face of the extremely excited priest turned red, and he was extremely grateful for this overwhelming glory from the bottom of his heart!

And behind the sacrifice, there are more trolls full of excitement and fanaticism.

There is no doubt that if Kamala asked them to kill each other at this moment, all the trolls here would immediately kill each other who had been companions until there was no one left!
Seeing those trolls in unison, there was a deep-seated fanaticism that had never appeared when worshiping Loa.

A chilling emotion rose from Simba's heart, causing his throat to roll down.

This is different.

he thought.

But if you really want to find out a reason, and discuss the difference between the troll's enthusiasm for Loa and the madness of Kamala, Simba can't tell the difference!
Yet there is only one thing He is certain of.

That is, at certain critical moments, all the trolls in the Manderson continent may be able to abandon their self-proclaimed gods Loa without any hesitation, and follow Kamala instead, in order to reproduce that will. The magnificent kingdom that appears in every troll's dream at all costs -! !

Strong uneasiness emerged from the bottom of my heart, but if Simba wanted to stop Kamala, he would never dare.

I can only carry Kamala to the area where the next Loa is located, hoping that he will really keep his promise and save his life!

If Kamala knew what Simba was thinking, he would definitely roll his eyes bored.

What seemed crucial to him was nothing more than a task that the main body needed him to complete in Kamala's eyes, and Simba was just one of the many loa, so it was nothing to let him escape.

Besides, there are still two rounds left to cleanse Loa. In the future, he will probably need such an obedient and fateful little lion to lead the way!
And when Kamala was busy chasing and killing Loa all over the continent, gradually causing turmoil in the entire troll civilization, the other clones were not idle either.

.........

rainy night.

A patter of icy raindrops fell.

In the dark street, the figure shrouded in a pitch-black hood suddenly stopped, its breath vague, as if it would disappear from the world if not careful.

Without letting him wait for too long, several figures suddenly burst out from the shadows, piercing every deadly part of the body without saying a word!
"..."

Silent.

Golan lightly dodged several seemingly inevitable attacks one after another, dodging gracefully in the raindrops, and there was a sense of calm beauty in his movements that people couldn't take their eyes off!

"Hey, I have a little skill."

The leader stopped first, showing the hideous face with the scar, and looked at Golan maliciously.

"Boy, it looks like you're pretty good at it. It would be a pity to die here. Are you interested in joining our 'Blood Killing Club'?

Come to work under me, if you are lucky, you may be able to make friends with some real big shots and earn money that you can never earn in your entire life!
By the way, we will also help you deal with the idiot who betrayed you.

Haha, trash that can't even tell the difference between a transcendent and a mortal will sooner or later die somewhere. "

"..."

It's still raining.

When the silence in the alley gradually turned into looking at each other in dismay, Scarface gradually began to feel impatient.

Just as he was about to speak again, Golan's raw and difficult voice sounded silently, as if he was not used to speaking, and there was a stiffness in his tone.

"...Who put a reward on me?"

Phantom.

In the bottom of his heart, he made a final decision on Golan's coffin, but Scarface didn't feel disgusted.

Anyway, there is only one younger brother on the left and right, and it is best to accept his own conditions. If he does not accept it, he will just continue to take action. With so many people on their side, Scarface does not believe that he has the possibility of failure.

"This is 'Sin City,' rookie.

When you entered the city, you gave a beggar alms, and that guy was actually a subordinate of the 'Trash King'.

You are stupid, you have a lot of money, and you are easy to cheat. Do I need any other reason to kill you?If it hadn't been for the fact that King of Rags lost a lot of manpower during last month's rush battle, this fat job wouldn't have been outsourced to our Blood Killing Club. "

"..."

"Hey, are you joining or not? That's not how you seek death!"

Scarface impatiently touched his itchy neck. On a rainy day, would there be mosquitoes around?

then,

His head fell off.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
As if they just blinked their eyes, a dozen stalkers turned into corpses and fell to the ground on the spot.

The broken marks on the neck were neat and smooth, and no one found out when Golan moved his hands from the beginning to the end!

"...It turns out that you have to be more ruthless to be a human being."

Still so bad at talking.

Golan muttered softly, and an extremely thin blood-colored silk thread was quietly tucked into his cuff, disappearing without a trace, disappearing into the shadows in silence as always.

Only this time, Golan's direction has turned a corner.

The next day.

The city is destroyed.

.........

"Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and went to the west to learn scriptures."

Qingsong Temple.

The monk in cassock came from afar, but what he got for his sincerity was not respect, but the group of fake monks who occupied Qingsong Temple were beaten and kicked.

"Bah! I've never heard of Dongtu Datang! This is your grandfather's territory, so don't leave when you come here, and keep your money and life!"

Troubles come out of poor mountains and bad waters.

Qingsong Temple is located in an oriental human force called "Chen Dynasty". At this moment, this vast country is divided into three parts of the world, and civil strife is endless.

These false monks were once a group of deserters. After occupying the temple, they started to cause harm to everyone.

Using the name of monks to force the surrounding civilians to donate money and women is an out-and-out bully force in the local area!

However, this time they clearly hit the wall.

"The poor monk has no merits. The only thing he is good at is this crude force."

The sword is added to the body.

The low-browed monk in red did not change his expression. He only slowly raised his head when an enemy hit his head with a long knife, leaving only a shallow white mark.

The other party's shocked expression was clearly visible, just as he was about to beg for mercy, Julian seemed to slowly and quickly raised his palm, and a light 'White Cloud Palm' covered his face!
In an instant, the fragile head exploded!

The scene became silent in an instant, but Julian showed compassion and said out loud with emotion.

"Alas, the dead are like gentlemen who never give up day and night."

"……What's the meaning?"

The weird language made the fake monks puzzled, they surrounded him in full battle, and aimed at his every move.

"If you throw all the bodies of the people I killed into the river, it can flow non-stop from morning till night.

And now it seemed that there were going to be a few more corpses on the river. "

Internal force exploded.

Like a wolf tearing off a sheep's clothing, Julian stepped on the ground with force and force, and the shock wave centered on him immediately made everyone flip over in exclamations!
A transcendent man gritted his teeth and attacked, but all the weapons that touched Julian's skin left only a few white marks as if they had cut some indestructible alloy steel, and they couldn't even make him bleed!

"The King Kong is not bad? Are you an ascetic who holds the 'fearless precept'?!"

One of them lost his voice in shock.

The profession of monk is a peculiar profession that can fully tap the potential of the body and transform the will into reality.

And the more and stricter the commandments the monks keep, the more powerful the commandments can be fed back to the monks!

For example, the precept of fearlessness means not to wear armor for a lifetime, and even not to dodge when the enemy attacks you.

And what it gives back to the monk is an unimaginable defensive power. As long as you walk on this path of asceticism forever and maintain a fearless heart at all times, then the fearless precept will always be effective. More and more unbreakable as time goes by!

The tenacious internal force came out through the body, and every punch of Julian would cause an enemy to die tragically in incomparable pain!
Broken limbs flew across.

There was a faint blood color in the depths of Julian's pupils, but the expression on his face was still so pitiful.

"Not good! You're still a lunatic with an 'anger ring', run away!"

Facing the one-sided situation, some people started to retreat quietly, but after sensing the tyranny brewing in Julian's breath, the rest of the people immediately dispersed, no longer thinking about confrontation!
The Ring of Anger will cause the monk to continuously make Will checks when entering combat, and become more severe over time.

As for the result of failure, he fell into madness on the spot and lost his mind forever.

And every monk who dares to hold the ring of anger can get an initial 20% increase in all-round strength, and it will even continue to increase with the increase in the number of will judgments. No one has discovered the upper limit of this increase so far!
Any monk with the Ring of Wrath is a fighting monk among the ascetics.

As long as they don't die halfway, almost all of them will make such amazing deeds and leave their own legends in human civilization!
Therefore, after realizing another precept of Julian, all the fake monks immediately lost their souls, and they no longer had the slightest thought of fighting!

But obviously.

It was useless to flee from the battle, and they were all reduced to corpses under Julian's iron fist in just a moment!

Put your hands together and look compassionate.

Julian sat cross-legged in the temple stained with a lot of tragic blood. Under his body was a pile of broken limbs. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the temple tiles, making them even more bloody, as if coated with a layer that could not be melted away. Scarlet blood.

And this Monk Fan Ma, who only inquired about the existence of Qingsong Temple a day ago and built a residence for himself in the evening, seems very satisfied with the new home he will live in for a long time in the future.

Shaking his head, another sentence that sounded strange to others blurted out.

"Chao Wendao, Xi can die!"

Let me inquire about the way to your house in the morning, and you will die at night——! !

(End of this chapter)