You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 164 Lost in the Dust
"you dare!"

Only then did the believers shout angrily.

thump—

The head severed by Garnside had already fallen to the ground.

After rolling twice, it was finally stopped by a raised stone.

After Garnside finished dealing with a black-clad cultist, he quickly turned around and rushed towards the other two approaching cultists in front.

call--

The sand blade slashed with the wind, and it happened to meet the finger tiger of a black-clothed cultist who was glowing with green light.

clang--

There was a crisp metal collision sound.

This time, Garnside's God's Blessing Sand Blade did not cut through the enemy's weapons as easily as it had done countless times before.

On the contrary, he and the black-clad cultists on the opposite side were shaken back a few steps by the force of the counterattack.

However, faced with such a result, Garnside was not surprised but overjoyed.

The stronger the enemy, the higher the value of killing them.

The previous cannon fodder soldiers Garnside killed a lot, but they were actually meaningless to him.

It costs almost nothing to train a soldier at the top of the Dark Iron level. Many talented people can easily reach this stage even if they are underage and have not received special training.

To the sand people, people of this level are not even worthy of being called warriors.

If you reach the age of adulthood and your strength has not reached the fine bronze level, the clan leader has the power to make you a "no one".

This is also the main source of the "no one" in the tribe.

Even in the Pustonian Desert, where resources are scarce and competition is fierce, adult Dark Irons are useless and a shame to the tribe, let alone in the resource-rich Sivel.

Thinking about it, the so many ants killed earlier were just a way for the enemy to consume his own physical strength.

Now is the time to take action!
Garnside quickly stabilized his body, a silver-white halo flashed between his eyebrows, and charged towards the black-clad cultist.

What he didn't know was that although the resource conditions in various places in Siver were indeed better than those in the Pustonian Desert, they were different from the flat-structured tribes that ruled the desert. The "pseudo-states" of tribal federations are also different.

Siver is ruled by a powerful nation under the command of the God of Order.

Whether in the "Federation" or the "Kingdom", the resources obtained are intentionally or unintentionally tilted toward the top of society.

Now, hundreds of years after the founding of the country, even in the rich and fertile evergreen plains, large numbers of homeless people and poor people still starve to death every year.

This is especially true in the north where the natural conditions are far from those of the evergreen plains.

The guards who fought against Garnside were by no means cannon fodder used to wear down his physical strength, but were the real city defense force of "Talek".

However, in the face of the astonishingly powerful Sand People, only a small number of these "Talek" guards who cooperated very well and had high average strength could organize an effective attack and defense.

While Garnside was pursuing forward, the two cultists on his right finally approached.

After noticing the enemy on the side, Garnside did not give up his goal. Instead, with a thought, he silently recited the name of Father Sand and summoned a sandstone shield as high as a person from the ground.

Layers of gravel and sand were compacted into shape in a few breaths, blocking the attackers.

Garnside, on the other hand, is holding the indestructible and terrifying sand blade, intending to kill the enemies in front of him first.

Da da da--

A quick click sounded, and Garnside lunged forward.

suddenly.

He felt a chill that penetrated the sky.

It was like a traveler in the dark being stared at by a hungry beast hiding in the dark.

Almost subconsciously.

The leader of the sand people stopped in his tracks and stepped back unnaturally.

Ding Ding Ding-

He just left the position he was in.

next second.

boom--

A rectangular piece of granite penetrated the sand shield like a meteor from the sky with incredible speed and impact.

It shot straight towards Garnside's previous position.

Phew—the brick-sized granite stone continued to fly along its original trajectory without any hindrance.

until.

boom--

Like a cannonball, it hit the rocks in the distance.

Broken flying rocks flew everywhere.

The roar even halted nearby battles.

Garnside watched the passing "shooting star" with lingering fear, sweating profusely.

If he had hesitated for just one more second, his head would have been blown to pieces by now.

This is definitely not a power that mortals can develop.

Garnside turned his attention to the two black-clad cultists on the other side of the broken sand shield.

There were still expressions of surprise on their faces.

Apparently he didn't expect that his own attack would be dodged by the enemy.

The leader of the Sand People was now completely convinced.

This is a magical attack!

In this case, you can’t hold back!

A fierce look appeared on Garnside's face, and he was blessed by the strength and silent chant of Father Sand and Mother Wind.

The reason why I only used the Divine Blessing Sand Blade before was because it consumed the least amount of power given to believers by the two gods of the Sand People.

For the sand people who travel long distances to fight, "big" must of course be used at critical moments such as siege.

In addition, other battles still have to focus on preserving strength.

Otherwise, if the enemy catches him during the rest period, the entire "Jia" tribe will be doomed.

But now that the opponent possesses a terrifying magic that even the leader himself can feel a fatal threat, the situation is naturally completely different.

If we don't use the blessings of the gods, if the final move is just one step away from us, wouldn't it mean that we are giving up the foundation to compete with the inferior?

It would be better to use all the magic directly.

Use the fastest speed to eliminate this group of ants and completely eliminate future troubles!
Garnside thought silently:

【The Realm of Confusion】!
call--

An eardrum-exploding explosion suddenly sounded.

The strong power of wind and sand surrounds Garnside.

The wild wind stirred up sand and gravel.

Before anyone could react, the entire battlefield was instantly covered.

The sunset was almost gone, and the light was already dim.

The wind and sand blew together, and the vision of the "Talek" guards was completely obscured.

Comrades, enemies, directions.
All necessary information on the battlefield is stripped away at this point.

"what happened?!"

"What happened!"

"Team [-]! Team [-]!"

The shouts one after another could be heard in the invisible sand and dust, but this could not help the guards regain their strength.

After all, the sand and dust not only obscured people's vision, but also blocked most of the sound.

Even if the guards captured some information from the wind, it was difficult to determine the exact direction of its source.

Not to mention, many inexperienced guards were running around on the battlefield at a loss, disrupting the formation of the guards who could have stabilized their formation and followed the sound to move closer to their companions.

The situation on the Sand People's side was completely different.

The wind is their messenger and the sand is their weapon.

Garnside clenched the sand blade in his hand and smiled coldly at the black-clad cultists who were wandering in the dust and lost their sights.

Next, is a feast for the sand people!

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