Heroic Death System

A few days later, a group of people finally arrived in the city of Kansai, the capital of the Emperor of Iraq. Wang Cheng is founded on the half of the mountain waist, is magnificent, layered, the roads are winding, made of large smooth hillstone barriers, shops on both sides of the roads, bargaining sounds are constantly heard, visitor networks are constantly interpreted, various styles of carriages can be seen everywhere, a group of song and dance flat flourishing scene.

As the protagonist of this feminist ceremony, Itamo broke up with everyone after entering the city, but Neil stayed idle. He took the initiative to act as a guide and arrange accommodation for people, while familiarizing them with the environment.

The clans arrived late, and most of the hotel taverns were full, and without Neil's help, they would probably have to go outside the city. The prosperity of Wang Cheng shook up the pure peasants of the Kui clan, marveling as well as marveling along the way. Fortunately, the mask on their faces not only perfectly obscured the look of the dirt bun they had never seen, but also created a highly cold mysterious illusion.

They were blinked by luminous merchandise, and when they were about to make a big purchase, they were pulled back to the cruel reality by high prices. Then, the majesty of the Imperial City could not provoke them any more. Their simple view of consumption keeps them always diligent and economical, and all meaningless luxuries are relentlessly abandoned by them.

This does not mean, however, that they have a very cold life; rather, thanks to the skills that can be taught, their quality of life may be superior to that of small aristocrats in general. The only difference is that this superiority is created by them with their own hands.

While they marvel at the luxury of the Imperial City, many are also attracted to their exquisite and unique clothing taste and accidental capture of the objects and accessories of Tiangong.

“Is this the temple of war?” Led by Neil, the crowd came to a magnificent palace with two male lions lying on both sides of the entrance, the main wall more than a dozen metres high, bronze, dozens of giant carved stone columns standing, several guards patrolling the corridor.

Seeing here, the clan's mind had to emerge from the cold temple of the Uno god. Although it had been renovated several times, it was a difference between refugees and royalty compared to the temple of war before the eyes.

The people of the clan thought heartily, "Go back and help Uno God rebuild a temple." They dress brightly today, yet the Uno God who gave them all this remains in the humble and cold temple. The crowd woke up and the Uno God dreamed of teaching skills every night, but never asked them to help him rebuild the temple. A majestic temple, symbolizing the dignity and status of the gods. Most believers prefer to starve themselves to neglect their gods.

The Taoists are devout to the spirits, but their frugality also affects the way they build temples. They didn't really realize their negligence until they saw the Temple of War. They have always enjoyed the blessings of Uno, but have not given the same rewards and offerings. Other gods, I'm afraid, would have abandoned them long ago.

Uno God is truly a good god in the midst of a millennium, his generosity and his magnitude make them ashamed. (Shanko: Don't just give him a "good card”, he won't be able to marry.

The main temple of the Temple of War is open to the outside world. Believers can enter the temple at any time to worship. With the purpose of studying and visiting, the Taoists stepped into the main hall.

Neil didn't go in and leaned alone next to the lion and waited for them to come out. He's a god of love, and he doesn't want to step into the realm of other gods.

As soon as you enter the main hall, you can feel a familiar aura.

He let go of his mind and saw just in front of the palace, a statue more than seven meters tall, standing on the stone platform, with a fine armor, his robust body lined with brilliance, the cape on his shoulders moving in the wind, a giant sword directly in front of him, two large hands stacked on the handle of the sword. He was wearing a helmet crown, cold, a pair of sharp eyes in front of him, with a staring atmosphere.

Though not followers of the gods of war, this majesty persists in subjugating to trembling chestnuts.

They bowed down, respectfully bowed their heads, and withdrew silently from the temple. Stepping out the door, they sipped in unison. It is a god of war who has lived for thousands of years, and divine authority is different.

But their Uno god is no worse. The gods of war are absolutely incomparable, at least in terms of character and life skills. The clan was proud to think.

Shortly after they left, the idols in the temple of war suddenly flashed a faint golden light, and then congregated into a human figure in the middle of the air. He looked at the exit of the Garrison Hall and lit two clusters of golden flames in his cold eyes...

After shopping the market, the clans and Neil returned to their places of origin. They rented several houses and stayed much cheaper than hotels.

The festival will be held in three days, and everyone has some time to rest and punch.

In the evening, tired crowds quickly enter dreams.

Still floating out of the wooden carvings, the tray knees hang in the courtyard, admiring the night and reflecting on the atmosphere felt in the temple of war during the day.

He wanted to look closer, and was suppressed by the god of war. The power gap is too great for him to resist at all.

According to the original process, the gods of war should still be asleep today. Until Tima became a princess and the clan moved to the vicinity of Wang Cheng, and had more followers, the power of evil gods became truly powerful. When he became a god and turned the empire upside down, the gods of war woke up from their slumber and sealed him.

With the power of the evil god at the time, he was not a rival of the god of war, let alone the present one. So for now, it's better not to freak him out, lest he destroy one face.

Suddenly you feel weighed and then fall out of the air without a sign, like you're nailed to the ground, completely immobile.

This familiar slag and indelible hegemony, is not the person he just thought of?!

You can lay on the ground with your limbs wide open, staring at the person who gradually appeared in the air. Wearing a helmet crown, wearing black armor, the translucent black cape blinks in the wind like a flickering smoke. A pair of crisp eyes looked down at him.

The god of war, Saturn, it's really him! How did he end up here? It won't be sober for decades, as promised? Just change the scene. Really?

“Unos.” An icy voice sounds in Jean-Claude's ear, "what are you doing in Castle City? ”

Though suppressed to death, he was not afraid and calmly replied: "My followers are here. ”

Saturn stared at him unsympathetically and ordered, "Get your followers out of the Eti territory! ”

Let him go as soon as we meet!

“Why are you kicking me out?” Dissatisfaction may be expressed.

“I do not allow killings and curses to occur on the territory of the Idi.” Satanic tone is strong.

“So where exactly are the killings and curses? Don't just convict anybody, okay? There is no peace left in Castle City! ”

Saturn: “…”

You can continue to argue: “I am your defeated general, I have the guts to come, why don't you have the guts to stay? ”

Saturn: “…”

“When you annihilated my followers and made me suffer in the shattered temple for more than a thousand years, now it's hard to see the sun again, do you have to kill it all? At least give me a chance to rehabilitate. ”

Evil gods change their ways, too? Saturn stared at Sankoh's face in confusion. Is there a problem with his eyes? Something's wrong.

“If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes. ”

Satan slowly fell to Sankoh's side and suddenly reached out and grabbed his mask, seemingly trying to unravel it. As a result, Sankoh's face was glued to the mask, and together he caught him.

Saturn's palms wrapped almost the entire mask, and the back of the mask could be suspended in mid-air, like a swinging hanging ghost.

His teeth felt itchy, so he let go of his hand and fixed him with divine force.

Then he saw a strange change in that mask.

Acceptable: (≥ ≤)

The five officers on the mask are all wrinkled.

Saturn snapped the edge of the mask, pulled it down and seemed to want to flatten his expression.

Can: (…)

Satan pinched his nose again.

Yet to be: (◇)

Saturn: “…”

A mask grows like this, and even Lord God of War can't help it.

“Lord Sattar, have you had enough?” At this moment, a faint voice is coming from not far away.

Neil held his chest against the wall and weirdly measured his teeth.

Is it true that the mask player in front of you is the majestic, grinning god of war?

“That's not true.” Saturn suddenly said, “He wasn't like this a thousand years ago. ”

“Oh, you know each other?” The little mask has actually survived for over a thousand years?

“Played with each other.” Saturn replied casually.

Shannon Shut up (▔ he ▔): Isn't it just “beating” people? And it was hot.

“Really?” Neil looked at him and looked at Sankoh, who was set in the middle of the sky, "If there is not too big a festival, please raise your hands and let him go. ”

Isn't the festival of extermination great?

Can _ Scale your teeth.

Saturn silenced for a moment and finally let go of Sankoh's confinement.

Freedom is available, and I want to flash to Neil immediately. It just drifted halfway, and then flew backwards and was regained in Satanic hands.

What else do you want?

Jean-Claude looked at him angrily, and then, shocked!

What did he see? Saturn has a mole in his palm!

Sloped his eyes and so did his other hand!

Do you dare to love the gods of this world with moles in your hands!!!

Cover your face. I can't believe this.

Saturn lifted his hand and pulled his covering hand apart.

Still, the original frightening look, instantly returning to the mood, inside like a Buddha's light, becomes a tranquil.

Saturning his face seemed somewhat dissatisfied because he did not see a change in his expression.

Yes: “…”

That's enough of you! Isn't there just an extra mask that likes to do plate sports? Want to play again and again?!