I Made the Myth Template

Thin light rain.

It crashed to the ground, blood mixed with sewage flowing around.

boom!

Accompanied by a dull sound.

The last figure of a cultist collapsed to the ground.

A large amount of water splashed.

The bearded Chang slumped weakly in the mud puddle, gasping for breath, letting the cold water slide down his cheeks.

"dad!"

At this time, a panicked and childish voice came from behind the beard.

He turned around and saw his son trotting all the way, with a horrified expression on his face, running towards him.

"Dad is fine."

Chang Geng reached out and hugged his son, wiping the blood from his face.

In the tent, the woman wearing a goose-yellow patched dress also came out, looking at the scattered corpses outside, her beautiful face was full of shock.

Screams and cries rang out one after another in the camp.

Someone kicked the corpse on the ground heavily and cursed in a low voice.

Chang Geng's physical strength recovered a little, so he simply bandaged the wound on his body, got up and thanked Su Heng, "This time, I really want to thank you little brother, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of the crazy appearance of the cult leader just now.

In Chang Geng's heart, there were still waves of fear.

These guys can no longer judge with the way of ordinary people's thinking. They regard themselves as slaves of the evil gods and take pleasure in torturing their compatriots.

Abominable!

Chang Geng wanted to say more, but when the words came to his mouth, he looked at his son and wife beside him.

But he couldn't open his mouth.

"Thank you very much for your kindness!" Chang Geng took a deep breath and clasped his fists, "In the future, if the little brother needs it, my life, Chang Geng, will be yours."

"It doesn't have to be."

Su Heng shook his head, his tone was flat.

Although the entire camp was saved, this matter, for him, was nothing but a hands-on effort.

Standing at different heights.

The point of view of the problem is naturally different.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he still asked with some doubts, "Why do these people suddenly attack you?"

"Cultists kill people, what reason is needed there."

Chang Geng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Also, Brother Su Heng, do you still remember what I said to you last night... When we were in the sports car not long ago, we met a group of cultists, no accident, this is the A batch."

He even knew his own name.

obviously.

I am afraid that this team has long been targeted.

"Cultists are very powerful in the wilderness, and they have connections with high-level officials in many cities. If they are targeted now, it is estimated that it will be very troublesome in the future."

The bearded sighed and said helplessly, "I'm afraid, I can't stay here any longer."

"Yes."

Su Heng nodded and asked again, "Listen to what you said, the cult's influence in the wild is very rampant?"

"That's natural."

Beard explained with a wry smile, "Little brother, you should have lived in the city since you were a child, and you still don't know the rules of the wild. For us refugees in the wilderness, the most terrifying survival crisis on the road is not those powerful mutant creatures. , it's not the red moon above the head, but the cultists..."

"This cult has connections with the high-level leaders of many wilderness cities and tribes."

"The upper echelons of those cities want to gain power to maintain their rule, while the cultists need to kill their compatriots to vent their madness and complete sacrifices to gain more power."

"That's it, I understand."

Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with some sigh, "In this way, a vicious circle is formed. There are fewer and fewer refugees in the wilderness, while the number of cultists is increasing, even those who reject cultists. A prosperous city is unsustainable at the end.”

The beard's words made Su Heng suddenly understand.

At the beginning, he always thought that the root of the cult was in Wangjing City and the surrounding cities.

Only now did he realize that this was not the case.

The sphere of influence of the cultists is the wilderness outside Wangjing City.

No wonder Wangjing City has used countless harsh laws to crack down over the years, and in the end, it has only cured the symptoms but not the root cause, and the turmoil caused by the cult has not subsided.

And the cultists in the wilderness...

Even those high-level officials in Wangjing City knew that they were here, but they were unable to kill them one by one.

The restricted area and the increasingly sharp contradictions within the city are enough to cause headaches for those in power.

As for the cultists outside the restricted area, there is no way to deal with them because of the large number and the cover of ordinary refugees.

such a result.

That is, the number of cultists is increasing, and the city will never be able to break free from the turmoil of turmoil.

And after the number of cultists went up.

A new restricted area will be born, and the restricted area cannot be eliminated. In the end, the limited military power of Wangjing City will be further dispersed.

And so on and on.

No wonder Wangjing City has gone from the prosperous central city of Attis to what it is today, full of scars and looks like an old man.

"This is the end."

Seeing Su Heng who frowned and fell into deep thought, the bearded man suddenly sighed, "We clearly know that the abyss of destruction is right in front of us, but we can't struggle to reach the doomed ending."

"Do not."

Su Heng patted the bearded shoulder, and looked at the little boy in the bearded arms with gentle eyes, "As long as there is a new life born, there will always be hope."

"Maybe."

Bearded shook his head and smiled bitterly.

...

Weed City.

A secret room deep underground.

In the dilapidated room, there was a long wooden table in the center, with seats on both sides of the wooden table.

The leader of the cult, Dharma King Zhuanhuan sat on the main seat with a white gauze wrapped around his head, with a sad face.

On both sides of him, the snake-haired youth Xu Hong and the tall and sturdy middle-aged man Gao Xiang, the only remaining great teachers in the two churches, also had injuries on their bodies, and their breath was a little sluggish.

Just not long ago.

They made another trip to the dark mountains in the real world.

As a result, this time was even worse.

They didn't even encounter the willow tree's obstruction, and they were beaten out by the giant cocoon who gradually woke up and regained some consciousness.

If it wasn't for something bad, run fast.

It is very likely that he will be attacked by the willow tree and the giant cocoon, and he will be completely blocked in the cave.

But even so, the sudden burst of power from that giant cocoon was enough for the three of them to eat a pot, each with serious injuries.

but.

It is precisely because of the repeated failures these days.

The immediate superior of Dharma King Zhuan Lun, the chief priest in the western Jordan region, could no longer bear it.

He intends to cross the distance of tens of thousands of miles.

Through ceremonies handed down from ancient times, he descended into form and took action in person.

Jordan and Wangjing were originally the two most splendid pearls of human civilization in the golden age. But now, because of their different beliefs, they hated each other and gradually moved towards the road of hostility.

and…

Even more frightening, Jordan doesn't seem to be bothered by the exclusion zone.

Over the years, the military power accumulated by continuous development is much stronger than that of Wangjing City.

In order to complete the ceremony, the slave-hunting team under Dharma King Wheel is running at full speed these days, and there is another **** storm in the wilderness.

In the basement room.

A top-secret meeting is taking place.

The scale of the meeting was huge, with only a few high-ranking members of the church present.

"How is the preparation of the altar completed?"

On the main seat, Dharma King Zhuan Wheel put down the thick stack of documents in his hand, turned and asked the snake-haired youth.

The snake-haired young man's name was Xu Hong, and his long hair was messy, blue and black.

These things about the altar, these days, it's up to it.

"hiss…"

Xu Hong spoke, with a hissing sound like a poisonous snake in his voice, which sounded creepy, "More than 90% has been completed, only the last batch of sacrifices is enough."

"Although mortals in the wilderness are dirty and ignorant, like the dust on the ground, their souls and lives are also rare."

Xu Hong sneered, his voice hoarse, giving the impression that it was like a cold poisonous snake crawling on his body.

"That's good."

Dharma King Turning Wheel's expression softened a little, and this progress is not slow.

Just thinking about what kind of punishment he will suffer when the priest and bishop arrives... He couldn't help shivering, his face wrinkled, and the unknown things always make people feel scared.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

At this moment, there were knocks on the door from outside the room.

On the other side, Gao Xiang, who was closing his eyes, opened his eyes.

"It's one of our captains here," he said. "It is estimated that there is something important to report."

"Yes."

Dharma King Zhuanlun frowned slightly, raised his head, and said coldly, "If that's the case, let him in."

Click!

The door is pushed open.

A emaciated cultist with a willow leaf tattoo strode forward.

"Not good, my lord!"

He hurried to the side of Xu Hong, a young man with snake hair, and opened his mouth to report, "Li Feiyu is dead."

"Li Feiyu?"

The Wheel Master frowned slightly.

This name, he still has some impressions.

In his impression, this guy's strength is not weak, if his personality is not too crazy and changeable, he can even be trained as a preparatory teacher.

Now he died silently in the wilderness.

Extraordinary powerhouses are the backbone of various forces, and they will attract attention no matter where they are.

"Is there anything else?"

The snake-haired youth Xu Hong raised his head, his pupils contracted slightly.

He saw that the body of the cultist who came to report beside him was shaking slightly, his face was dull, and his pupils were dull.

"There is another thing indeed."

The cultist, whose tattoos on his arms were getting brighter and redder, paused and said, "Just now, when I came back from outside, I met a person, and he asked me to give you a message."

"With a word, what word?"

At this moment.

Even among the three of them, Gao Xiang, who was relatively slow to respond and a little indifferent to the outside world, noticed that something seemed wrong.

The cultist's body trembled more and more violently, and when he opened his mouth, his soft tongue threw out a lot of mucus.

pat!

Immediately afterwards, the two bloodshot eyes fell loosely from their sockets, and the dark sockets stared at the Wheel Master beside him.

such a scene.

Even such a vicious cultist as Dharma King Zhuan Wheel has never been seen before.

I only felt a hair in my heart, and an unprecedented fear emerged.

The cultist suddenly rubbed his lips to the base of his ear, revealing an exaggerated and hideous smile.

"He said, everyone who is doing it will die today!"

The voice just fell.

The willow tattoo on the cultist's arm is already bright red, emitting a dazzling light.

Boom!

In a dull loud noise.

The body of the cultist is like shattered ceramics, slowly cracking.

Huge cracks, dark red in color, staggered left and right, crawling all over his body, and countless scorching hot air with the smell of blood spurted out of the cracks, making a loud noise like a steamer whistle.

Unparalleled sense of horror, beyond thinking, turned into reality, shrouded in a closed room.

The face of Dharma King Zhuan Wheel changed again and again, it was extremely ugly, and his figure gradually became illusory, and he had already escaped into the real world.

The other two great mentors beside him did not have such a rapid reaction speed.

The blue-black hair on the top of Xu Hong's head grew rapidly, entangled together, and wrapped around the whole body into a giant cocoon.

On the other side, Gao Xiang let out a roar.

The already tall body swelled again and turned into a little giant more than three meters tall. The skin on his body was gray and white, and his muscles were as sharp as rocks. On the top of his head, countless cuticles spread and solidified, turning into a rhino-like horn.

He was half-squatting on the ground, his arms crossed in front of him, and a growl roared in his throat.

The rest of the cultists reacted more slowly. After sensing the danger, they ran outside in a panic, or simply squatted on the ground and held their heads to resist.

Boom! ! !

Bright light filled the entire secret room, and the raging airflow was like a storm sweeping across the border.

The first is a powerful explosion.

Then there are the scarlet wicker sticks, like arrows, blasting out in all directions, carrying the power to penetrate everything.

The terrifying power erupted suddenly, the building above the secret room was torn apart, the entire land turned into a large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters, and countless wood dust and dust were scattered everywhere.

Under the giant pit, it is like purgatory.

Most of the cultists, in the first wave of explosions, had already turned into fly ash and disappeared.

And then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the few guys who survived the blast.

They could not resist the power of the second round. Their bodies that had been severely injured were smashed by countless spear-like branches and turned into large pieces of meat.

finally.

Two rounds of explosions swept across the border, across the entire room.

Only Xu Hong, Gao Xiang and Zhuanlun Fawang were still alive.

"you…"

Dharma King Zhuan Wheel walked out of the real space, his face turning blue and black.

For decades, the accumulated foundations instantly vanished in front of him, which made him feel unbearable heartache.

And in front of him.

A tall and majestic figure, shrouded in mist and dust, was hazy, exuding a mountain-like sense of oppression.