Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

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The exquisite two-leaf wooden door of the Heavenly Punishment Tavern was pushed open, and Sal walked in with a lingering wind and frost.

At this moment, his entire upper body was only covered with a simple gray robe.

It can be clearly seen that Sal's waist, abdomen and left arm are wrapped with healing bandages, with blood stains looming, and it seems that he was seriously injured.

But what was strange was that he had a slight smile on his face, and even nodded slightly to several other extraordinary people in the tavern.

"What the hell, Jack, I want you to punch me and show me if I'm dreaming!"

"Lord Sal seemed to have greeted me just now. Among the strong men in the Sanctuary, he is famous for being cold and ruthless!"

A strong warrior man sitting on a round oak table munching on a big chicken leg didn't even care to continue gobbling it up.

He asked his fellow wanderers next to him with a dull expression.

The wanderer named Jack, who was very thin, played with a butterfly knife flexibly, and after hearing this, he stabbed the strong man in the arm with the tip of the knife without mercy.

"Ouch! Why does it hurt so much? Jack, you idiot, what the hell is smeared on your knife!"

The strong warrior's eyes bulged and he almost jumped up. His face was twitching in pain, but he didn't dare to act in the tavern, so he could only angrily question his companions.

"Don't worry too much. It should be a little bit of toad venom when I attacked the Poisonous Frog King in the swamp last time. I remember I washed it once, but it probably... wasn't washed too clean."

The wanderer's eyes wandered as he spoke, looking a little guilty.

But he would not dare to say that in order to save trouble and money, he rarely bought special weapon purifiers, but simply rinsed the dagger with clean water.

"Keke, Sal, it seems you are in a good mood today!"

"What kind of high-level magical beast did you hunt this time? Let me guess, is it the legendary red dragon in Olaye Volcano, or the abyss giant octopus in Levi Islands?"

On the bar counter, the half-elf girl Celia, who was using magic to clean the wine glasses in batches, was amused by the unreliable pair of adventurers.

When she saw Sal coming over and chatting enthusiastically, she quickly made a glass of emerald green wine and handed it over.

"Everything you guessed is wrong. It's a bigger guy. It can be said that my practice to this day has been mostly to hunt it, and now I finally did it."

Sal responded indifferently, took the drink and drank it in one gulp. He couldn't help but raise his brows slightly, turned the glass and said:

"I like the color, and the wine tastes very refreshing. It seems that your bartending skills have really improved."

"I still remember when I first arrived here a hundred years ago, you handed me a cup of strange stuff. It tasted like slime crushed in a blender and fermented at high temperature for several months. ”

Celia was so angry at this dark history that she puffed up her cheeks and muttered dissatisfiedly:

"Hey, Thrall, try, it's just an attempt, you know? Real masters all start as apprentices!"

"And I didn't charge you for the drinks that time."

"In order to compensate you, I even made an exception to let you spend the night in the pub. Do you know that I was severely scolded by grandpa after doing this!"

A trace of warmth appeared on Sal's face after hearing this. He nodded and said:

"Yes, so I have always been grateful to you Celia, and I respect your grandfather very much. At that time, people from the Forest Church were everywhere outside chasing me. It would be over if I were kicked out."

Celia's anger came and went quickly. At this moment, her eyebrows were curved like crescent moons. She waved her small fists at Sal twice and said coquettishly:

"Hmph, it's good that you know, otherwise I will ask my grandfather to teach you a lesson. Don't think that you can bully me just because you have broken through the Holy Domain. My grandfather Edward is the famous Archmage of the Holy Domain!"

Sal smiled hoarsely, shook his head and said nothing more.

But at this moment, there was a sudden surge of extraordinary magic power in the tavern, and the magic power intertwined into a portal, and then a tall old man with a white beard wearing a wizard's hat walked out.

"Celia, you girl, it seems that I have pampered you too much. How could you be rude to Lord Thrall, the God-Slayer!" The old man with a white beard glared at the girl sternly while holding his staff.

This silly girl probably doesn't know Thrall's current strength, but she is so deceitful. Even if he puts his old bones to death, he will not be Thrall's opponent.

Celia obviously rarely got scolded by her grandfather like this, and her pretty face felt aggrieved, but she was even more surprised when Sal got the title of God Killer.

You must know that on the continent of Assas, there are only wrong names, not wrong titles. Every title that can be recognized is a real thing.

Could it be that the big guy Thrall mentioned before turned out to be a god? That would be incredible!
"Sir Edward, you are really exaggerating. Celia and I are friends, and you are my elder. You once protected me. Now even if you want to teach me a lesson, I can only accept it."

Sal put down the wine glass and spoke out in a sincere tone, causing Edward's expression to gradually soften. Celia breathed a sigh of relief and secretly blinked at Sal.

"Hey, a hundred years ago you were just a legendary hunter who was hunted down by the huge Forest Church. I just happened to protect you from the wind and rain for a few days."

"I didn't expect that your current achievements would be so amazing. You actually seized the opportunity of the fall of the Kingdom of God and completely killed the God of the Forest!"

Edward stroked his beard with great emotion, and then lowered his voice and asked seriously:

"Now you have a godhead in your hand!"

"There are many people who are coveting it outside, and even gods who have secretly sent down oracles for this purpose. You have to be careful these days, and it is best to make plans in advance!"

Thrall raised his head and glanced at the Holy Master in front of him, and smiled in surprise: "Your Excellency Edward is really well-informed, but don't you want this godhead?"

Edward shook his head and said:

"The Godhead is the rule and authority of the continent of Arthas. Without it, it is impossible to uphold the kingdom of God. It would be too hypocritical for me to say that I don't want it."

"To be precise, I don't dare to ask for such a hot thing."

"The doomsday signs of Ragnarok are becoming more and more obvious. Almost all the lower gods with weak divine power have fallen from the divine world."

"Now even intermediate gods like the God of the Forest are beginning to be robbed!"

"How can those main gods and supreme gods sit still?"

"I must be desperately trying to collect all kinds of godheads so that I can last longer and even have the power to reverse Ragnarok."

"At that time, every existence with divine status will probably be the target of these great gods."

"The powerful men of the Holy Domain may sound majestic on the continent of Arthas, but they are no match for those great gods who are still held high by the Kingdom of God!"

Thrall nodded silently after hearing this. After a while, he looked at Celia's worried eyes, suddenly laughed again, and said softly: "Don't worry, I won't hold the godhead tightly in my hand. It has the right place to go and I can get a lot of benefit out of it.”

Edward breathed a sigh of relief. For the sake of his granddaughter, he couldn't help but give a vague hint to the young man in front of him.

But if he said it too bluntly, it would sound like a conspiracy. Maybe Sal would think that he was an old man who was still evil and setting up a trap to scare him.

After a while, Sal walked out of the Heavenly Punishment Tavern and came to the bustling street.

This place is actually the demiplane opened by Edward, the Archmage of the Sanctuary. Although the area is not very large, it is only equivalent to the size of a small town.

But it is a place where many high-level transcendent beings in the continent of Assas often gather, and there are many professional unions.

Thrall then purchased a lot of common supplies in the weapons shop and potion alley.

I found another high-level rogue information dealer and purchased some latest information.

After everything is finally settled.

Thrall just passed through the teleportation gate at the end of the street and quickly disappeared here, causing those guys who were chasing after him after smelling the fishy smell to lose their traces. (End of chapter)