Chapter 15 Dawn

Kuima couldn't look away. Maybe he would never forget it, but he was indeed shaken.

The old god in his mind and the back figure in front of him began to overlap and compare.

The ups and downs did not dull his blade.

The fire in Ken's eyes became fierce, and he used the flexibility of the steel sword to suppress the power of the two-handed weapon, forcing the opponent to retreat quickly.

Sweeping like a felling wood, the strong man loosened his grip.

Then there was a precise and rapid stab, and the man in front of him covered his throat, stared and staggered and fell.

Ken turned his head sideways, and the battle axe with a horizontal groove on the sheep's horn fell across his chest. He took the opportunity to grab the handle at the end, and his forearm tightened and exerted force.

The apostle of Qibing had his mane erected, pressed down and backward, and he couldn't pull it out!

He raised his shoulders and fell out suddenly, but saw a foot enlarged in front of him, his cervical spine hurt, and he lay down with a nosebleed and broken teeth.

Several oppressed tribal warriors immediately surrounded him...

Clang!

The steel sword was thrown on the ground.

[Equipment: Sea Tower Battle Axe]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Durability: 92%]

Ken held the two-handed axe polished with snow pattern shells tightly, and walked towards another enemy with great momentum, while the opponent roared to drive away his timidity and raised the same axe to chop randomly.

The attack was random.

But Ken's movements were not fancy. With the attribute crushing brought by [Winter Mother's Blessing], he met it head-on violently!

Two axes of the same material collided in the air.

[Durability: 61%]

Ken paused in place and continued to walk. He stepped barefoot on the mud bricks, leaving toe prints.

The Apostle of Lacquer Ice retreated quickly, and a gap broke in the weapon. The fragments scratched his fingers and pierced into his thighs, and the red and black blood wrapped up the dust.

"Mother Winter is waiting for your soul."

Ken gritted his teeth as he spoke, snowflakes appeared on his palms, and a whistle sounded in his ears, like the north wind blowing through his throat.

"May your soul,"

He also raised his weapon and looked down at the guy fiercely.

"Never rest."

With a vertical chop mixed with strange sounds, the axe handle and the horn helmet collapsed one by one.

Kuima shuddered.

He came back to his senses and heard a crisp sound, as if he was back to his childhood, when the villagers used hatchets to chop open the long melon.

The picture of red soil mixed with white pulp and juice flowing all over the ground appeared in his mind.

Ken calmed his breath, frowned and looked around, the tribal warriors all looked at him with dull eyes.

The last invader held two knives.

But his breath was soon held because Ken pointed the axe at himself with one hand.

"You have to do it yourself. Look around. Someone has to pay the price. The old gods can't struggle for you in this world."

Quima walked out from behind, and more people raised their weapons with cold expressions.

Everyone has fantasized about pastoral idylls, but this winter, the world threw these simple villagers into hell.

Someone shines the light, and now it's time to climb out.

Ken said, his chest rising and falling and swallowing.

[Skill: Winter Mother Blessing LV2]

When everyone came to the front of him, he trembled and dropped his arms, his strength faded, and every inch of muscle began to beg for mercy.

Originally, this skill should be at the cost of life purity.

But after the note blocked, the old god, or should it be called "Winter Mother", seemed to have made some decisions.

It changed this top-down contract and turned it into an exchange.

Now the snowflake that Winter Mother left in her spiritual world is driving this skill. At this time, it has melted and withered, and the six petals are gone, leaving only the ice core slowly recovering.

[Insufficient Magic Power]

Looking up at the dim altar and the slowly dispersing clouds.

The old god paid an unknown price to entrust this trust to himself, but he was forced to die, and even the consciousness that was finally connected was driven away.

"Awoo--"

Ken turned around, and the battlefield between Hamsin and the werewolf had already been pulled away.

He bathed in experience points, exhaled the long-accumulated stench, and his steps became brisk again, and he began to run into the darkness that the fire could not illuminate.

Soon, messy stones began to roll down to his feet.

Hamsin was in a very embarrassing situation.

Winter Mother was expelled, and his divine power was exhausted. His body began to shrink. Although he still swung and fought like a human, his body was covered with dark lumps.

He only had one hand.

The cracks no longer emitted light, and became increasingly dry, and part of them fell off with every attack.

The werewolf was even worse.

Ken stepped on its blood ten steps away. There were bloody hairs everywhere, and all its protruding bones were dented.

"Sin, Hamsin, Uncle Sin!"

He ran forward quickly, but no matter how he called, he got no response.

The old man who was once kind and benevolent was now in pieces, his face was rotten and cracked, and there were only holes in his eye sockets.

He, no, it was just a kind of obsession.

Still waving his stumps, hitting again and again!

Ken raised his hand and put it on the other's shoulder, but the experience value was just floating in the air, and it seemed that there was no target to transfer.

[The body has been sacrificed, and from then on, he was destined to burn out. ]

"He can still move, damn it, respond to me! Hamsin, think about Joan, what will she do!"

Click.

His other hand also fell down, the cross section was black and red, and it actually emitted a burnt smell. This inhuman sacrifice had come to an end, and he was driven by obsession.

Ken's eyes itched.

The body was still moving slowly, and finally fell on the werewolf, pressing it down.

Huff...

The werewolf spasmed slightly. This mutant monster was very tolerant, and there was still residual breath, slowly slipping out of the shattered mouth.

"How can you live?"

Ken took a breath and carefully moved Hamsin's body away.

The ruins began to sound like smashing, and there were low curses and some choking sounds.

[Battle ended: 34 dead, 2 seriously injured, and some spoils]

...

The faint light of the morning brushed across the charred wasteland.

Kuima and the others had already executed the remaining person, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes and gathered here.

Everyone saw Ken standing there, holding the broken handle in his hand, staring at a pile of minced meat in a daze, his eyes revealing weakness and fatigue.

Soon, someone noticed the body next to him.

Sacrifice happens every time at the critical moment of life and death, and everyone is not surprised.

The Sandonkaya people maintain a firm belief. They are not only serving the Winter Mother, but also protecting their homes and people. As long as this is the case, everyone is willing to kneel in the center of the altar.

Perhaps, when the tattoo falls on the chest.

It is with this awareness that they made a heavy wish to the Winter Mother above the stars.

...

In the cave, Qiong curled up and held it motionless.

I didn't sleep all night.