Heroic Death System

“Come on, let's talk.” The red-haired man waved and his eyes bent with a smile.

The room was arranged by this red-haired god in the realm of boundaries, so that he could not make a hard breakthrough at all, so he had to sit in the middle of two people.

“You just pulled Itamo's hand, what are you looking for? Is it a palm mole?” The red-haired man asked jokingly.

Shanko: (Gasps)!

“Pfft, am I right?” The red-haired man raised his hands with a smile, "see, Itamo didn't, but I did. ”

Red-haired men not only have moles in their palms, but also have one in each hand, blue on the left and red on the right.

Can: (…)

“Hahaha.” He leaned back with a smile pointing to Sankoh's masked face.

Jean-Claude doesn't have to look in the mirror right now to know it's the perfect expression bag. Everyone else's masks are used to cover them up, but his masks are used to expose them. Will you be able to spit quietly in your heart?

Itamo next to him coughed lightly: "I think I know which kind of god he is. ”

The mask on Jean-Claude's face is so eye-catching, it's hard to even notice.

“I had no idea the gods of the clan were so funny.” They had previously asked the shopkeeper about the identity of the pedestrians, knowing that they were ethnic clans. The red-haired man wept and asked, "What's your name? ”

"What about you?" ”

The red-haired man replied with a smile: "My name is Neil." ”

Neil the god? Why is he with Itamo? Is the future of Itamo's union with Tima related to him? According to the information provided by the system, Tima had not seen Itamo before his arrival in the Imperial City, and there appeared to be a slight deviation in the development of the matter.

Unconscious of the skills they have imparted to the clans over the years, they have greatly improved their lives and made them quite rich. And the original evil gods simply gave them a reasonably stable environment to live in. Poor and low-key, they started not attracting Itamo's attention at all. But nowadays, they have emerged from poverty and begun to invigorate themselves, from dressing to decorative objects, in a different way.

That's why they socialize with Itamo in advance.

“My name is Uno.” Shanko also reported his name.

“Why are you looking for a palm mole? Does it have any special meaning?” Neil bent a pair of peachy eyes and looked at him with a smile.

“Just thought it was fun. ” (╯ ︶ ╰) ╭

Neil: At first glance, I knew it was a lie...

Itamo: I knew at first glance that it was a lie...

Jean-Claude didn't feel familiar with Neil, so he didn't really care about his palm mole. Itamo did make him feel something, but he didn't have a mole.

“Can I go now?” Shan can stare at Neil and show him with a sincere mask that he is retreating.

“Ha ha, go.” Neil waved and smiled brilliantly, "I'll see you next time. ”

For his enthusiasm, the heart refuses.

The next day, Tima and others had just packed their bags and Itamo and Neil came and talked to each other. After a few chills, they joined the team smoothly.

Their gaze stopped for a moment on Tima's chest, where they were hanging a wooden figure.

The group left the city and continued in the direction of the Imperial City.

More than a dozen members of the clan were unmarried young men and women, with the exception of two who were slightly older. Everyone in the tribe showed varying degrees of liking for the two outstanding and knowledgeable Itamo and Neil.

And Itamo and Neil were amazed at their versatility.

The weapon they built was sharp, the food they cooked was unique, they were able to play amazing music, he was able to weave different figurines with grass vines at will... and these techniques were actually learned from their Uno gods.

Itamo's and Neil's minds were accompanied by a changing masked face that really failed to connect the god of Uno, whom the clan admired, with what they saw last night. The gifts of the gods vary in power, depending on the devotion and fortune of the idolaters.

Looking at Sankoh's strength, Neil guessed that he might be a new god just born, too few followers, so he didn't have time to grow up.

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Itamo and Neil, however, had a slight cognitive error, and they thought they could still go along the rudimentary field flow route. In fact, he is dominated by wounded and wounded killings and curses, which belong to the evil fighting system. The skills he imparted to the clan came entirely from him, not from the evil gods. If he wants to upgrade, he can only constantly strengthen the powers belonging to the evil gods in killing and cursing.

This power, in an accident three days later, was first displayed in front of everyone.

“Watch out for the herd!” A young member of the clan in charge of the outpost made a loud warning.

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of beasts, much like mountains, jumped out of the bushes, yelling and pounding this way.

Everyone immediately circled and protected the girl in the middle.

“Shanxi" was extremely fast and flexible, injuring several people even on one side.

Itamo stood four or fifty meters away from the clan, and the blade had room to wrestle with the mountain, and did not seem to have any intention of rescuing others.

Neil leaned against the trunk of the tree to watch the play, and the hills turned a blind eye to him and quickly swept past him.

The value of force among the clans is generally low. The battle is based on brute force. The only way to deal with flexible beasts is to basically be abused. It is not that they have not been taught martial arts, unfortunately most of them do not have the talent in this area, the actions are well remembered, and once they reach the actual battle, they lose the chain.

As evil gods, it is hard enough to encounter such an unwieldy group of followers.

However, after all, the Evil God is a fighting god, and his gift has a powerful amplification effect on the battle. Even a rabbit can make it go wild.

It is possible to break away from woodcarving, open the gift of evil gods, and give his followers the heart of violent slaughter.

With a flash of red light, the original bright eyes were instantly diffused with blood, the expression under the mask became incredibly blurry, there was some slow motion, suddenly like lightning, the knife fell between the knives, blood splashed all over their heads, sprayed on their bodies, like ghosts.

Itamo saw the scene, and it flashed with amazement. The group was clumsy as drunkards a moment ago, and the next became brave. Significant improvements have occurred, both in hiring and speed. Not only that, their offense was brutal and fierce, the knife was deadly, and they left no one alive. Although Itamo was also very modest, it was clearly much more gentle than they were.

Do they believe in more than one god?

Humans can believe in more than two gods, but in this way their blessings are greatly reduced. No god likes his followers' hearts and minds, some have a bad temper, and won't even give them a blessing.

Judging from the wealth of skills acquired by the clans, they are unlikely to believe in a second god.

Did their force also originate from Uno?!

This conclusion makes Itamo wonder.

And as incredible as he is is is Neil, the god of love. He is the superior god and can feel the fluctuations of the power of the god. He had just seen clearly that strength could be given to his followers, a power that had a disturbing smell and a bloody smell and did not seem to be a force of light.

Neil frowned and looked thoughtfully at the divine body floating in the middle of the sky.

One minute later, the battle was over. You can retract your mind of killing, hover in the air, close your eyes, and slowly blend the power of the evil gods that you have just gained. As the power merges, the look on the mask becomes more and more dull.

The people of the clan regained clarity and looked at the corpses of the mountains covered with land, all of them were somewhat overwhelmed.

“Are you all right?” Itamo and Neil walked back and forth.

“It's okay." Nana, an elderly clan member, responded.

“Were you given the same force by Uno?” Itamo asked bluntly. After a few days of getting along, he was well aware of the simplicity of these clans, so he did not try to turn the corner.

“Yes.” Answer him again, the Yakuza.

Itamo asks uncertainly, "Isn't your Uno the god of creation? ”

“No, it's not.” This time it's Tima, “Uno is the god of battle. ”

Itamo: Is he really a god of battle? A fighting god with all kinds of life skills?

NIEL: Although it's just been established, I'm still reluctant to believe that fact.

Half-air, fully fused Shanko, wearing a smiling mask, the wind drifted down, his body was quite pulled up on the rock, his handheld hammer looked far away, the animal leather skirt swayed gently in the wind, through such a wind - the fierce martial strength.

Seeing him like this, Neil had just raised a little vigilance and instantly the smoke vanished.

At night, weary people go to sleep.

Shanko absorbed new power and was in a state of exhilaration, not immediately returning to the woodcarvings, but sitting outside the fire with a hammer in his arms.

At this point, two people sat beside him, one left and one right, and his spirit appeared uncontrolled again.

He didn't have to look and know who he was. He kept staring at the flames.

“Uno, you are so mighty today.” Neil thumbs up.

There is no fluctuation in the heart, and the mask remains stubborn.

“Tell you a secret.” Neil suddenly whispered in his ear, "I noticed that little girl named Tima seemed to like you. ”

what? Still turning sharply: (CHUCKLES)!

“Pfft.” Neil chuckled.

Yes: (—_— +)

While Neil was busy laughing, he was smart enough to flash and disappear quickly into the sight of both of them.

Neil stopped laughing and his eyes flashed. He arranged the boundary around him, thought that the three powers would be enough to trap him, I didn't expect to be easily separated by him. But in just a few days, his strength has improved so much? Is it because of the battle during the day?

“Neil, what kind of fighting power do you think Uno has?” Itamo asked.

“I don't know.” Neil shook his head and, although he perceived some evil, he approached several times without warning of any danger. If he doesn't feel right, he's hiding too well.

But it's true that the little girl named “Tima” was fond of her spirits, and he saw a pink smell of love on her. As a god of love, you can never go wrong with that.

Thinking about it, Neil subconsciously looked to Itamo.

“What's the matter?” Itamo looked at him with confusion.

Neil patted him on the shoulder and said with a long voice: "Brother, when it's time to do it, don't wait for the beautiful flowers to be taken away before you regret it. ”

“?” Itamo has no name.