The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Deep in the black fog.

　"Puff!" Black blood gushed out, splashing on the ground in stars.

　Deep in the camp of the jungle tribe, the elder wearing a sheep skeleton mask sat on the ground, staring blankly at the woman not far away.

　Serena casually cut off the hand of a tribal warrior as if she were cutting tofu. Before the blood could fall to the ground, she waved her hand lightly, and the black light instantly tore a big tree apart, causing the wizards who were standing on the tree house structure and playing the strings to fall down in a mess.

　Then, as the scarlet storm swept through, the fragments became still.

　""

　Serena turned her head and met the eyes of the elder who had been staring at her blankly.

　She stretched out her hand, ready to condense scarlet, but she only heard the whistling of the wind from the side -

　"boom--"

　Salina dodged almost instantly by turning her head, and at the same time, she grabbed an arrow carved from bones.

　"First Warrior!" the elder shouted, "Save me!"

　A scarlet light emerged from the dark woods. It was a man with blood-red eyes. His body was painted with strange totems using black paint extracted from tree pulp. From head to toe, he exuded a pagan atmosphere.

　In his hand he clutched a bow with runes glowing on it.

　"Are you the one from the Jungle Tribe who participated in the Golden Branch Ceremony?" asked Selina.

　The man did not answer. A bone blade popped out from the back of his hand, and at the same time, like a magic trick, he conjured up several bone arrows and put them on the bowstring.

　He pulled the bow and released the string. The strong wind instantly tore through the trees, and the shock wave from the bowstring even tore grooves on the ground.

　Serena slowly raised a finger and tapped lightly.

　"boom"

　The black light instantly swallowed up the bow and arrow, and also

　Directly swallowed the figure of the first warrior.

　After the black light dissipated, a skeleton staggered back two steps and then fell to the ground.

　One strike was more than enough, and it was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

　Salina turned to look at the elder again. This time, there was really no one around the old guy.

　He stood up with difficulty using a cane and looked at Serena with a complicated expression.

　"So... have you made up your mind to kill me?"

　"Don't blame me," Serena murmured softly, "The golden branch needs your blood to nourish it, so you need to donate blood."

　"But the stars haven't reached their correct trajectory yet!" the elder shouted. "Even if you kill everyone in the world and drench the sacred tree in their blood, the golden branch won't appear out of thin air!"

　"I see..." Serena nodded.

　She raised her head, her gaze passing through the outline of the woods and straight into the endless starry sky.

　"Not even close..."

　"I can help you! God's favor..." The elder climbed to the edge of Serena's skirt, "You killed them all. I have nothing left, but I am still a priest. The Golden Branch Fragment recognized me and wants to open the door to the Kingdom of God. You need me. I must lose in the duel, not die now, so, so..."

　The more the elder spoke, the softer his voice became, and finally he began to sob softly.

　At this moment, his chin was lifted up by a hand, and he met a pair of scarlet eyes:

　"You said you wanted to help me, right?"

　"I...I have conditions! I want to survive, and I want to have a place in the kingdom of the God of Mist!" the elder added quickly.

　"Okay."

　Serena agreed with a smile, then turned around and walked to the skeleton of the first warrior.

　She leaned over and pulled and tugged at the bones, pulling out a wriggling mass of darkness.

　A closer look revealed that it was a heart with black lines all over it.

　Serena held up the heart, and instantly, everything in the forest seemed to freeze, then slowly flow backwards. The skeleton gradually flew into the sky, disintegrating midway and condensing within the heart.

　The dark power condenses in the heart, which is the extraordinary source of the jungle tribe.

　"You long to have a place in the Kingdom of God, but you are too weak."

　Serena walked up to the elder, extended her hand toward him, and handed him the dark heart.

　"If you want to prove your loyalty to Him, eat it."

　“Eat it, experience the madness up close, and explore the logic within that madness.”

　"Don't you dare?" She tilted her head. "This is your only chance."

　The elder stared blankly at the heart in his hand. He swallowed and didn't know what to do for a moment.

　After all, this heart is a pure polymer of supernatural power. Without the assistance of rituals, directly swallowing such a supernatural power is tantamount to suicide.

　Madness will instantly tear apart his personality, break through his body, and reveal his true nature to the world.

　"I... I need a ritual... and elixir..." the elder said tremblingly, "Please, kindly favored God, please grant me the will to praise the gods, or at least leave my will..."

　Hearing this, Serena shook her head regretfully:

　"Then your choice is..."

　She stretched out her hand, and a blade-like shadow emerged from her hand:

　“Become a puppet.”

　"No!"

　The elder raised his wand, and at that moment, he obviously wanted to resist, to fight the witch in front of him with his own will.

　But with a quick flash of black light, his shadow was torn apart, and blood burst out of his chest, splattering all over the ground.

　The elder lowered his head and fell silent. Serena, on the other hand, peered through the hole in his chest and carefully placed the black heart into the opening.

　"Here you go, your heart, the heart of the jungle tribe."

　“Hehehehe…”

　"Hahahahaha!!!"

Chapter 335 Believers (Part 7) -4k- (Double Update in One)

　"Is this your first time riding a bull demon?"

　On the ox's back, Nepenses shouted and pulled the reins.

　The mighty army of bull demons galloped across the plains, their hooves raising high clouds of dust, like a fleet riding the waves on the sea.

　Xingmo was bouncing around on the cow's back and felt like she was going to get dizzy.

　Aurora didn't even sit on the bull's back. She floated beside Xingmo and walked with the bull.

　"I hope I never have to ride this kind of transportation again." Xing Mo pretended to be calm.

　What's going on? The flying carriage is obviously a good idea, but Merlin said something like "Xiao Huozi might be scared when he sees the zombies, so let's follow the rangers!", forcing Xingmo to ride a cow.

　This Bull Demon is quite smart. He basically doesn't need Xing Mo to control him. He will follow the direction of the Ranger Corps on his own, which saves him a lot of trouble and effort.

　It was just so bumpy that if Xingmo didn't want to conceal her identity, she would never have chosen this mode of travel.

　And on the other side...

　"Xingmo, don't look so sad. Cycling is a noble sport. Just enjoy it."

　Xingmo turned around and saw Merlin in a black suit riding on the bull's back, sitting steadily with a smile on his face.

　He seemed not to be affected at all by the bumps on the cow's back, and he would

　He whipped the bull's back with the reins, as if he were some cavalryman or something.

　Looking at the smile on his face, Xingmo's mouth corners curled up slightly.

　It must be you who wanted to ride the Bull Demon, that's why you didn't let Xiao Huozi drive the flying chariot!

　You just want to ride a bull! Riding a bull!

　"Is that guy sick?" Aurora complained from the side. She was floating in the air and moving forward with the Bull Demon.

　"Who knows."

　Xingmo looked forward, and in the distance, the outline of the forest gradually appeared.

　And on that plain, dense swarms of zombies were walking. They wandered aimlessly in the field, their eyes looking in all directions.

　After the Rangers crossed a certain line, the zombies' gazes suddenly turned and focused.

　At this moment, Nepientis shouted:

　"Fire all my alchemical cannons!"

　"Boom—boom—"

　String fire cannons tore through the air, emitting sounds of a specific frequency band along the way, causing string fire to continuously emerge out of thin air and attach to the shells.

　When they landed, a sea of ​​fire rose to the sky—

　"boom!"

　The flames instantly engulfed a large number of zombies, and from the sea of ​​fire, a second group of zombies covered in black crystals rushed out.

　The Rangers charged forward fearlessly, and Nepientis swiped his hand across the great axe, heating the blade to a fiery red.

　He rode the Bull Demon and rammed it head-on into a huge zombie. He swung his axe violently, and the scorching flames instantly tore the zombie's upper body into two pieces.

　"boom--"

　"Boom boom——"

　In this way, the Messina Rangers fought against the zombie army. The brave cavalry used axes and fire to clear a path in the sea of ​​corpses, and black blood spilled into the air.

　When the Rangers advanced about a few hundred meters, suddenly, a black fog rose from behind the sea of ​​zombies.

　Eyes grew out from the black mist, and when they opened, a huge spiritual pressure rushed towards them, causing the cattle to scream.

　Song of Death, and it is a high-level existence!

　It used the remaining spiritual energy in the zombies as food to nourish its own body. The black mist rose like a mountain, with wandering tentacles growing out of it.

　Those tentacles wandered across the land, tearing the ground and space along the way. The rangers and zombies that were touched turned into black fragments before they could even scream, leaving no trace of their bodies.

　"Avoid!" Nepientis shouted as he calmed the frightened cow. "Alchemical Cannon, fire!"

　"Boom! Boom!"

　Dozens of fire string cannons instantly hit the black fog's body, but did not explode on the surface, but were swallowed into the body.

　Fire suddenly rose from the inside of the black fog, flickering and extinguishing, and was soon extinguished.

　Totally ineffective!

　"General! We're aa ...

　Nepientes turned around and saw black tentacles emerging from the ground, devouring most of the Ranger unit equipped with alchemical cannons in the rear.

　He swung the axe suddenly and chopped it hard, sending a fiery arc dozens of meters long flying past, briefly breaking up the tentacles.

　But before he could recover his posture, more than a dozen tentacles emerged from the ground and rushed towards him.

　"Retreat!" Nepientis yelled, "Survival first! Be careful! Don't..."

　"I'll take over."

　Following a faint whisper, a golden light suddenly appeared nearby.

　Xingmo turned her head and saw that Merlin had stood up on the cow's back at some point, holding his hat with one hand and raising his wand with the other.

　Even though he was moving forward in the bumpy sea of ​​corpses, he still felt as if he was walking on flat ground, and the spiritual power field around him was constantly vibrating.

　Under Xingmo's gaze, Merlin raised his wand and gracefully plucked the eight strings:

　"Lachesis Nocturne."

　He murmured, and swung his wand. Golden lightning shot out from the tip of his wand, turning into spreading branches in the air, and instantly hit the huge body of Death Song.

　Almost instantly, everything in the air froze, and even time itself stopped at this moment.

　Then, the huge black mountain collapsed with a loud bang—