Return from the second dimension

There were wailing sounds on both sides of the road after the attack.

A middle-aged believer who was splashed by the scorching dragon flame was kneeling on the ground at this time, uncovering his scorched leather armor.

The burnt flesh was revealed, exuding a strange fragrance.

Putting the long sword in his hand on the ground, the middle-aged believer stretched out his hand and gestured at the wound, shook his head slightly.

"Blacksmith, help me cut off this piece of rotten meat, it is not convenient for me to do it myself!"

The wrinkled middle-aged believer raised his head and shouted to a man who was digging through the body.

Upon hearing the words, the man with muscular knots threw away the corpse in his hand and picked up the opponent's war knife.

"This poor ghost has nothing valuable on him!"

The blacksmith squatted in front of the middle-aged believer and spit at the corpse whose head was half burned by Long Yan, with a trace of regret on his face.

"Dead things, you have to pick and choose, it would be nice to get a war knife!"

The middle-aged believer took off his clothes, revealing a sturdy body full of scars, and at the same time bit the stick he picked up in his mouth.

The blacksmith glanced at the wound on the middle-aged believer, drew a short knife from the tattered leather boots, and rubbed it hard on the cuff a few times.

"I'm not like you, so I don't want to enjoy my good fortune. Why do I have to come here to redeem?

Look at what the Demon Slayer Legion has become. The Demon Race outside the sky hasn't seen it. They have done a lot of burning, killing and looting, and don't know who the Demon Race is?"

"How they do it is their business, at least my purpose is very pure, it is to drive away the demon race outside the sky, to repay the sins I committed back then!"

The blacksmith snorted coldly, his tone a little unwilling: "I am not going to slaughter the demon, but want to earn a sum of money with the demon slaughter army for my son to go to the college to study!

Who knows that following these poor ghosts, there is not much business at all, I would not come if I knew it!"

While complaining, the blacksmith put the short knife close to the wound of the middle-aged believer, and pierced the tip of the knife into the rotten meat without any hesitation.

With a sharp knife, the fist-sized charred flesh fell from the shoulders of the middle-aged believers and fell to the ground.

During the entire cleaning process, the middle-aged believers did not frown their brows and their will was extremely tough.

"Get rid of what you cleaned up. This kind of wound is very troublesome, and if you carelessly, it will rot and drain!"

The middle-aged believer glanced at the hideous wound, and said to the blacksmith with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, why are you afraid of death? Then why did you come back then?"

While speaking, the blacksmith's short knife scratched the wound again, kicking off all the rotten flesh, and the red blood slowly flowed out.

Take out the herbal medicine from the backpack, pour it on the wound, and then treat it with cloth balls and strips, and then the blacksmith stopped busy.

The middle-aged believer is already sweating profusely, and his body trembles from time to time, nodding to the blacksmith in thanks.

Glancing at the surrounding corpses, the middle-aged believer knelt on the ground, holding the long sword inserted in the ground with his right hand, hanging his head and praying.

"Under your protection, lost souls can return to their hometowns, and those who died in war can rest in peace..."

He is praying for the gods he believes in, so that the souls of these dead demons can be liberated!

Regardless of whether these demons were really here for demons, as long as they were in the same camp, they were qualified to be called his comrades in arms.

Now, as these middle-aged believers from afar, as fellow middle-aged believers, they naturally have to pray for these dead souls!

The blacksmith polished the sword he just picked up, and was a little disdainful of the behavior of the middle-aged believer, and did not pray for the dead like the middle-aged believer.

There are many people like blacksmiths in the Demon Slayer Corps. They took the risk to take part in the expedition just to make a fortune, not just to slaughter the demon.

They are using their lives in exchange for a chance to make a fortune, but they are only a small part of the lucky ones who can achieve their goals in the end.

When patrolling the battlefield just now, the blacksmith saw that a cobbler in the same city died in the chaos just now, with a broken stomach.

The only thing the blacksmith can do is to dig a shallow pit later and bury this unlucky ghost so that he won’t be a corpse in the wilderness!

While the blacksmith was thinking about how to make more money, he suddenly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit wrong. After looking around, he found that the source of the abnormality was the middle-aged believer.

The middle-aged believer who was half-kneeling on the ground prayed, unexpectedly gradually exuding a shocking force, just like the substance, and it became difficult for people to breathe.

A dazzling light began to emerge from around his body, making people afraid to look directly.

"Dang!"

The sword in the blacksmith's hand fell to the ground, and the whole person knelt on the ground, his eyes full of incredible colors.

The middle-aged believer at this time, in his eyes, is like a god descending, exuding the majesty that scares mortals.

This scene was also seen by the surrounding demons. While they were shocked, they also chose to kneel on the ground, holding their palms to their heart, and expressing their respect.

A pious old priest saw this scene, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he kept muttering to himself.

"I actually felt the real spirit of God, do they plan to tell us in this way that they have been watching their believers?"

While speaking, the old priest also knelt on the ground and began to pray to the gods he believed in.

After a minute or so, the middle-aged believer who was half kneeling on the ground slowly stood up from the ground and looked up and glanced around.

The middle-aged believers at this time are no different from the beginning!

The traces of the years on his face have long since disappeared, and his eyes have become deeper, it seems that there are endless stars circulating, and the wound caused by Long Yan has now completely healed!

Raising the dazzling long sword in his hand, under the gaze of tens of thousands of Demon Slayers, the body of the middle-aged believer slowly lifted into the air.

A voice full of majesty and vicissitudes, from his mouth, rang in the ears of all the demons.

"The demon race outside the sky is greedy by nature, and the world it invades will wipe out creatures and completely turn them into ruins!

They have not yet officially arrived, so they must be stopped to avoid disaster!

I am Melunius, your strong backing, will follow you to fight together and drive away the demon race from this world!"

Following the roar of the middle-aged believer who was possessed by Merunes, the sharp sword in his hand smashed into the void, and a dark crack appeared in everyone's eyes.

Through that gap, one can see an extremely desolate, strange world filled with gray mist and black smoke, and fiery magma is constantly rolling in the lake.

All kinds of ugly and ferocious monsters hovered and roared in this world, and tried to rush out of this gap!

This is the world of the gods, they live here, looking down on the countless creatures in this world!

And the origin of the world that Tang Zhen had been searching for was in these small worlds formed by relying on the main world. No wonder he secretly searched for several times, but there was no result.

Because the power of these world origins has been condensed into entities, becoming the legendary gods of Tamriel, hiding in the small world!

However, as the date of the arrival of the Holy Dragon City gradually approached, these indigenous gods who felt the crisis had come, finally could not sit still!

So they chose this way to declare their existence and encourage their believers to fight.

The turbulent Tamriel continent began to become more chaotic because of the internal strife and the appearance of the outer demon clan...