Cthulhu Gonfalon

Chapter 118: Chapter 118Translator: Sigma Editor: Sigma

Sui Xiong did not like to fight. Really, this must be emphasized.

If he could, he actually preferred to live a stable life where he could sunbathe, tell jokes, and hang out with his believers like a person who had no worry of clothing, food, ideals or pursuits. By dragging on, days would pass; by muddling along without any aim, his life would pass… Oh, his "lifetime" might be longer, but it did not matter, and he would do any of these things.

Although he was a person who traveled through space and had wonderful and powerful abilities, he never really thought about fighting against the mightiest existence. He had never thought of fighting against people in this world and being invincible. If it was not for the needs of his believers and friends, he would not even bother to establish the church, let alone a holy place.

To be honest, he was actually a person who was not very suitable as a "protagonist" because he lacked the idea of change and he could accommodate himself to extreme circumstances.

It was only because he was not a hero with aspirations, but an unimportant citizen who always focused on his own acre of land.

However, he did not make trouble, but things would provoke him.

For example, this time, it could be described as "when he sits in the house behind closed doors and a trouble comes from the heaven." First, it was the attack of the silly Shadow Devil which destroyed the temporary village of his followers, killed a large number of believers, and even one of the few core personnel, Satan, who had first followed him and contributed a lot in the construction of the church.

When he finally killed the crazy person and before he had time to rush to the shadow world and grab back the souls of Satan and other believers, the Goddess of Ocean was mad again and wanted to catch him in her Holy Kingdom. He didn't know in what way he would be killed.

Un-huh! This crazy woman thought she was Empress Dowager! Even if she was willing to be the h*llish Empress Dowager, brother Xiong was not interested in being her chief eunuch!

He roared angrily, and the fist of a giant jellyfish met the fist of the huge water element: infinitely powerful vs infinitely powerful.

The bottom of the sea was in trouble. The furious torrents almost took away all the things that could be rolled away. The sediments of the seabed were swept everywhere, and the vast sea surface was completely turned into a black-yellow turbid stream. In the turbid stream, four large figures faced each other, wanting to kill each other.

"Brother Heimsarah, this time we're going to fight side by side!"

"I will kill Timsar, then I will support you."

"Good!"

On the other side, the Goddess of Ocean also had some tactical considerations. She ordered Timsar to squash Heimsarah and would help kill Heimsarah after killing the conceited big jellyfish.

So in the fighting, two pairs of people fought against each other. Heimsarah fought desperately against Timsar, and Sui Xiong against the incarnation of the Goddess of Ocean.

Nothing fancy or of temptation was meant for this fight. The two sides directly exerted their full efforts. The four monsters were entangled. Angry currents and winds collided with shadows and undercurrents, while the giant jellyfish and the huge water element struggled.

In the dark and muddy waters, the battle between the two parties could not be clearly seen. The only thing that could be seen was that on the turbid sea surface that seemed to be boiling, the black-yellow turbid stream was continuously spreading. From time to time, a fierce roar erupted from the bottom of the sea and stirred up the sea water and made hill-like waves.

At the same time, the sky that was originally merely gloomy had been completely enveloped in dark clouds. It was black as if it was night. The turbulent winds, mingling with the tide, swept the land and sea and shook grasses and woods, which made people and animals stand unsteadily and made even intelligent animals anxious.

On the other side, the battle also gradually reached its climax.

The Goddess of Marsh was attached to Sean. By virtue of this body on which she had done countless amendments and could fully exert her strength, she fought smoothly. She used various kinds of devil vines made of poisonous fog and various horrible monsters, all made of supernatural power. She almost gave full play to her own ability.

On the other hand, the Goddess of Harvest, despite her anger and a lot of supernatural power that she descended, couldn't gain the upper hand against the Goddess of Marsh because, after all, the city owner Joseph's body was not very suitable for the God Descending Magic. In a short time, the Goddess of Marsh could use the channels formed by faith to continuously deliver supernatural power to fight neck and neck with the Goddess of Harvest, but she couldn't even partly gain the upper hand. Accompanied by Heli who was forcibly converted to a supernatural creature, and the survivors of various organizations, she launched a fierce attack. The Goddess of Harvest forced the Goddess of Marsh to retreat, and she also even killed her envoy, the giant monster of mucus.

Behind this brilliant record was the overdraft of the power that her church could use. After this wave of violent assault, Heli's soul gradually dissipated, and Joseph's body gradually collapsed. Instead, the Goddess of Marsh, after surviving a difficult time, had improved her strength a lot for unknown reasons. As the strengths of the two sides declined and improved, the Goddess of Harvest's side gradually became unable to withstand.

The people in the fierce battle did not know that just now, in the house of Sean, a brutal blood sacrifice had been held by the Church of the Goddess of Marsh who had had full control over this place. Sean's wife and two children were all sacrificed. With a group of carefully selected branches of Riley family, the blood flowed on the floor like a river, and voices of crying and screaming echoed in the house, making it almost like a h*ll.

As an evil god, the Goddess of Marsh fully exerted her own advantages of sacrificing. As for what was "offensive to God and reason," she didn't care because as an evil god she was the God and reason! Wasn't it natural for believers to sacrifice themselves for her and mortals to contribute to her?!

On the other hand, the Goddess of Harvest's advantage of "influence" as a good God had not been fully realized. According to this situation, she should have assembled a large number of believers to pray and provide emergency assistance to the gods. But the Goddess of Marsh committed horrible genocide as she started to attack. She killed almost all the devoted believers. Even so, she was not satisfied, and she reached an agreement with the Goddess of Ocean to urgently assemble the maritime races nearby to launch an invasion on Garth City, forcing residents to abandon and flee the city.

Did the fleeing people have time to gather and pray together? Of course not.

So the Goddess of Harvest could only rely on the constant supply of strength from her own side of the holy kingdom to support this side of the battle. However, although her power was strong, the passage for the transmission of power was not strong enough, and it was gradually failing.

Under such circumstances, a discerning person would know at first glance that the Goddess of Harvest was almost doomed to fail.

However, apart from the group of people in the square, there was no one who was concerned about the battle between the two gods. Everyone's attention had been drawn to the brutal war that erupted in the port.

Unlike the previous tentative attack, this time the maritime race really used its strength. Numerous murlocs came on and rushed forward by stepping on the bodies of their own race. By killing a large number of murlocs as sacrifices at the rear, the priests of murloc displayed a collective fury magic. Each murloc on the front had a red glow in the eyes. Even if they faced the sword, they were fearless and often rushed forward and desperately, hugged the weapons while their bodies had been stabbed through, fighting for an opportunity to attack for companions.

Faced with this kind of attack, the Garth Maritime Defence Forces and adventurers suddenly felt a great deal of pressure and suffered heavy casualties. If it had not been for the brave Ray who wielded his sword alone, rolled up a bloody storm, and forcibly withstood the murlocs' violent offense with his personal bravery, perhaps the entire front woukd have already collapsed.

But even so, their situation was at stake. From time to time, some people were thrown down by the murlocs, and then a group of murlocs in all directions rushed and devoured them using weapons, claws and even teeth. They left only a bloody body following a short scream.

The temporary commander of the Garth Maritime Defence Forces was an old sergeant with half a head of white hair. He was thrown by a group of murlocs and could no longer stand up.

"Get out of the way!" Ray roared, and the longsword seemed to blaze a white light as if it was burning. This was a concrete embodiment of his fighting spirit which only the strongmen who entered the legendary realm could display it.

In the midst of the fierce battle, unconsciously, he had gone a little further and could almost completely cross the threshold and step into the realm he had always dreamed of.

However, he did not notice at all. His spirit had been completely fixed on the fierce battle at the moment, and all his thoughts were about killing. He considered nothing else.

Murlocs? Kill them!

Murlocs Warriors? Kill them!

Murlocs priests? Kill them!

Chiefs of the murlocs' tribe? Kill them!

A murloc… Hey, this was not a murloc, but a Kraken who used magic to change itself into a murlocs' look.

Kill it, too!

The sword flashed, and he was burning with the spirit of fighting. He was like Mars who galloped on the battlefield, with no enemy in front of him.

Even those strongmen of the maritime race who disguised themselves as murlocs were equally vulnerable in front of him, not to mention all kinds of murlocs.

Gradually, his entire body seemed to be burning up. The light continued to condense on him, and even more, a strange breeze blew on the bloody battlefield in all directions.

Bong! A bell rang and echoed in the ancient shrine.

This temple, at the center of the continent, was worshiped in by the royal family of the oldest ancient country.

Since the bloody night fifteen years ago, the originally bustling temple had become deserted. As it had been deserted these years, the old chief priest was even older. In recent years, he had shown senility, and it seemed that there was not much time left for him.

Originally, he sat quietly in the hall, silently reciting the mantras and praying to the god he believed. Hearing the bell at the moment, suddenly a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up.

Turning around, he saw an old bell hung on the side wall that was ringing without the wind blowing it, and a strange pattern gradually emerged on it.

This was actually not a pattern. It was a word that only the priests knew. It was the words of the ancient civilization that had long since passed away. It was left by their gods to symbolize the past glory of the great kingdom.

"Le… on…" the old priest read out the word hesitantly and tried to remember which strongman of the current royal family this person was.

After a moment, he shook his head, a little sad.

Because of the holocaust, the offspring of Eagle had been declining in recent years and there were not many presentable strongmen of them. After many thoughts, he couldn't think of anyone named Leon who could touch the line and was about to cross the limit of mortals.

Maybe this person was not among the active ones in recent years, but one of the older generations that were living in seclusion?

He thought again.

Suddenly, he shivered, and his eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

He began to run at an amazing pace, showing absolutely no senility.

A moment later, he came to the room that stored classics, started a magic formation, and entered a secret room.

This place was the real top secret of this shrine and only the chief priests of the past generations could know of it from the gods in prayer. Chief priests of every generation must keep the secret until death, and couldn't tell anyone else.

Inside the secret room was a dark void, and tiny lamps floating like little stars were encircling him.

There used to be a lot of sparks that made this place look like a starry sky. At the moment, there were only a few rays of light. Even one who was dim-sighted due to old age could count the numbers clearly at a glance.

But he did not pay attention to the lights in front of him but looked to the corner.

In a dark corner, a small light was peacefully shining.

The old man reached out his hand nervously and touched the lamp with magic.

The lights became bigger and showed a proud and upright face full of vigor.

"It's really you!"

The old man smiled silently with his face full of gratification.