Ken's eyes were full of crimson, and half of his eyeballs were filled with thick blood.
[You were knocked unconscious by the Apostle of Qibing, and the morale of the team was weakened. ]
"Stop here and cover him!"
Quima shouted heartbreakingly. He had shown enough strength in the previous battle to make others listen to his orders.
But everyone was in a state of panic.
The Apostle of Qibing felt familiar with the desperate situation. The tribal warriors had not seen many wars in years, and the morale of both sides was instantly reversed.
Especially after those axes could cut flesh and bleed again...
"Hua--"
The eyes of the invaders burned with the light of volcanoes. They shouted in unison and made a naturally formed collision, like a frost bear breaking through a cage, tearing apart the defense.
[The team was in disarray, and they needed a suitable leader. ]
Ken lay on the ground.
There was no sound in the world before him. He saw Kuima shaking himself, and after trying in vain, he struggled to drag himself away from the charge.
In the distance, Hamsin sat on the werewolf.
He raised his pupilless head, as if paying attention to the battle here, and the blood of Sandonkaya was soaking the earth.
The werewolf panted crookedly.
Its broken eyelids opened and closed suddenly, and the pair of jaundice pupils moved quickly, passing a fierce look, and the whole upper limbs burst out with strange power!
The werewolf used its claws that could tear open the tree trunks to stab into Hamsin's abdomen.
When Hamsin was still in human form, he had gauze wrapped around his waist. After accepting the power of the old gods, the cracks there became larger and became a weakness.
The claws opened and closed in the body, and the shrill wailing sound spread far away!
The werewolf took advantage of the situation and pounced on it again, opening its mouth and biting the lower end of the opponent's arm. Even if the opponent was a giant, its strength was enough to split the fascia.
Ken was in a semi-coma.
He felt that the magic power that caused the Hamsin mutation was surging like a wave.
Huh——
The world was quiet.
Above the sky, power continuously washed over the altar.
A certain legendary existence was eager to descend into the world, spreading its divine consciousness, looking for any carrier that could be used.
Ken opened up his gray vision.
He felt a strong emotion, the loneliness and helplessness in the frosty world, but no one could hear this voice.
The totems on the tribal warriors lit up one by one, and then fell one by one.
Ken watched silently. It should be said that among the people present, only he could discover this phenomenon. It felt like: a helpless person was running back and forth, repeatedly hitting a wall but could only continue to try with tears.
The power gathered near Kuima, because among all the Santonkaya bloodlines present, only he was the most powerful.
"Who are you?"
Ken did not speak, but his meaning was conveyed.
The "invisible existence" paused. It was more like an aggregate of emotions, showing "surprise" and "surprise".
Almost at the same time, Ken's skill [Winter Mother Sacrifice] began to flash.
Just when that force was about to tear open the void and forcibly fight for this body, a ripple appeared in Ken's body out of thin air.
The origin of the mysterious note was triggered.
The wave sank into the mud and sand.
The black whale swallowed the sea water silently.
There was no resistance, no struggle, and it was so easy to "reject", making the skill dim in an instant.
[Your life is absolutely free, and you are not allowed to sacrifice to any old god. ]
Ken didn't expect that this call just now would successfully communicate with the old god, an existence that he dared not confirm in the legend.
In a trance, the head rolled to his feet.
A tribal warrior was beheaded, and chaos and despair were spreading in the team.
[Troops: 7]
Ham Sin in the distance had his right arm torn off, and the light was shining everywhere. Golden liquid dripped from the wound, melting into the snow and condensing into white frost.
There was no time to lose.
Just as Ken was about to end this "meditation", he felt an extremely strong sense of "helplessness" and "sadness".
He looked at the air in front of him.
Just now, the old god wanted to take over his body, but the other party seemed to be "anxious".
From an emotional point of view, it has a deeper obsession with Santonkaya than itself.
"Hey, I'll do my best." Ken sighed. Although he couldn't touch it, he still stretched his hand to the nothingness in front of him, "You have my promise."
He returned to consciousness skillfully.
Before he was about to withdraw, he felt a needle-like pain in his palm, and a snowflake fell in the spiritual world, and the six-petal ice crystal was clear and transparent.
Notes rippled, and the gray part lit up again.
[Skill: Blessing of Mother Winter]
[Level: LV2]
The sound of bones breaking made Kuima grimaced. He stood in front of Ken and supported himself with the axe handle to prevent his other knee from touching the ground.
If anyone could be counted on in the melee now.
After this night, he could only think of Mr. Ken's magical power and inhuman willpower.
"Stupid guy, get out of here."
The Apostle of the Ice looked down at him. He raised his blood-stained war hammer without receiving a response.
Suddenly, everyone raised their heads.
The shield in the center of the altar began to shrink, and the vortex-shaped light column began to slowly retreat back into the clouds.
The lavender light dimmed, dust fell from the pumice, the battlefield was burned orange by the flames, and the curled beards of the invaders were coated with swaying shadows.
"Weaklings living in comfort, look, you have been abandoned by the old gods!"
He spitted and surged with madness.
Kuima showed a resentful expression, but tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. They yearned for peace, but the world seemed to be too harsh on kindness.
The cry began to echo.
Faith collapsed in the tragedy of banditry and village massacre.
"None of us provoked you, why? Everyone died. What did everyone do wrong?"
Kuima's face turned red and he began to cry with tears streaming down his face.
"Such weakness, death is eternal."
The Apostle Qibing blocked all the light and swung the war hammer in front of him.
Swish——
Kuima felt his throat tighten, someone grabbed his iron plate armor and pulled it back, making him almost unable to breathe.
Boom!
He moved his eyes back, and the attack fell at his feet, cracking the mud brick floor.
Half of his bare foot stepped on the hammer head, looking so poor and destitute, but so firm and brave.
The steel sword whistled over his head, and two tufts of hair stuck to his cheeks.
But Kuima was reluctant to blink. That figure was so familiar. He had witnessed him fall and stand up countless times in the cave without sunlight...
The body of the Apostle of the Ice was trembling. With just a shake, the head flew off.
Blood gushed out in small fountains, and the blunt end of the war hammer fell.
Ken picked up Kuima with one hand and punched him in the heart with his fist. It was both encouragement and healing with experience points.
[Kill: 11/15]
He shook off the blood, raised the sword high, and roared.
It was a voice from the depths of an unyielding soul, like the north wind passing through, like the clearness above the clouds, sweeping through everyone's heart.
It made the living awed and the night timid.
The power of [Mother Winter's Blessing] permeated the whole body, [Strength] and [Agility] were skyrocketing. After the skill upgrade, the time was limited, and the magnitude was not as exaggerated as Hamsin.
Ken maintained his human form without any change.
Kuima stopped crying and kneeling. The prostrate tribal warriors seemed to see the dawn, and the apostles who had fallen into killing looked sideways.
Kane was fearless. He held his sword upright at the side of his head, posing as a traditional knight.
Rush into the darkness!