Samsara Paradise: Dream Weaver of Connections.

Chapter 241 The Pious Al (Please subscribe, please recommend)
The fireballs around the people's teacher shot like a Gatling gun madly at the human heads and the ancient gods' followers who were trying to rush up from the bottom of the stairs.

Each fireball hits its target with pinpoint accuracy, causing massive damage.

Revolver stood firmly in the center of the battlefield, calmly finishing off the monsters that the two men had missed, making sure that every monster that slipped through the net could not escape their joint stranglehold.

For a moment, the three of them stood on the steps, facing the monster's tidal attack and launching a counterattack.

"Deep Shadow, Broken Moon."

Facing the seemingly endless group of monsters in front of him, Lin Yi took a deep breath, retracted his sword and adjusted his body shape.

A second later, he swung his sword suddenly, and a huge sword energy condensed in an instant, stretching across in front of him.

This sword energy was completely different from the fragmented sword energy he had released before. Both its size and degree of solidification were completely on a different scale.

This huge sword energy was like a wall of air, spanning the entire battlefield. Its powerful aura shook the surrounding fog.

The huge sword energy suddenly pushed forward, like an indestructible giant sword, directly splitting the group of monsters in front into two.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the monsters were cut in half, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Looking at the corpses of their companions, these monsters were not scared away, but were instead angered by Lin Yi's behavior.

In an instant, more than a dozen monsters roared and pounced towards Lin Yi, trying to avenge their companions.

Lin Yi controlled the Yin Wu Lei beside him and quickly formed a huge thunder hand beside him, successfully blocking the monster's fierce attack.

With the help of Lin Yi's aura, the three of them always maintained a good condition.

Although the people's teacher's mana has been hovering around half, he has a skill that speeds up the recovery of mana, plus the blessing of Lin Yi's meditation aura, so he does not fall into the embarrassing situation of running out of mana.

After half an hour of bloody fighting, the three finally reached the top of the mountain.

The priest robe on Lin Yi had been torn into pieces by the ancient god's followers, exposing his scarred skin.

The teacher's suit was also ravaged by the monster and turned into strips of rags hanging on his body.

The cowboy hat of the revolver was lost in the battle, and the cigar in his mouth was soaked in blood.
If it weren't for Lin Yi's healing and amplification skills, the three of them would have been torn to pieces by the monster long ago.

After reaching the top of the mountain, these monsters seemed to have encountered some kind of boundary. They only dared to roar at the three people on the steps and did not dare to cross the line.

"What's wrong with these monsters?" asked the teacher puzzledly.

Revolver chuckled, replaced a new cigar, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke. He explained: "This is the base camp of the ancient gods. How dare these little Karami barge in? They are not afraid of us, but the owner of this place."

The altar of the gods is carefully built with huge stones, and each stone seems extremely heavy.

The surface of the stone is engraved with densely packed mysterious runes and totems, which are still clearly visible after years of baptism.

The overall structure of the altar is a perfect circle, with a towering platform in the center and circles of gradually descending steps around it.

The three of them stared at the center of the altar, where a fetus was suspended in the air by countless blood-red blood vessels, like a strange cocoon.

With each breath the fetus takes, the brightness of the blood vessels gradually increases, while the surrounding environment gradually becomes dimmer.

It was as if the fetus was constantly devouring the surrounding light through breathing, making the entire space shrouded in a strange and oppressive atmosphere. The attention of the three people was firmly attracted by a figure in front of the altar.

He was a man wearing the hospital gown of St. Freya's Hospital. He was kneeling on the hard stone surface in an almost crawling posture, with his hands tightly clasped together and his forehead touching the ground deeply, as if he was praying devoutly.

The man in hospital gown suddenly raised his head. His face was frighteningly pale, as pale as a deathly person, with almost no trace of blood.

His cheeks were sunken and his cheekbones were high, making him look extremely haggard and tired.

And his eyes were deep and empty, as if he had lost the focus of his soul, leaving only a dead darkness.

That kind of emptiness and depth is chilling, as if it can swallow up all the light of life.

His trembling lips began to move slowly, and the sound that came out was hoarse and low, sounding like a cry from the depths of hell.

He cried out in despair: "God, please grant me salvation! I have sinned deeply, and those past actions make me unable to look back. I am willing to give everything I have, just ask for your forgiveness, just ask you to save my lost soul!"

As he spoke with deep emotion, his body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, as if he was suffering from some unspeakable mental or physical pain.

His hands were tightly gripping the soil on the ground, with such force that his fingertips turned white from lack of blood, as if he wanted to alleviate the torment in his heart in this way.

He continued, "I betrayed my faith, I betrayed my oath, I... I defiled my sacred duty for my own selfish desires. Now, I have received the punishment I deserve, and am plagued by endless pain and torture. God, I beg you to grant me the path to salvation and free me from this dark abyss!"

After saying those words of confession, he knocked his head heavily on the ground again, his whole body shaking with pain and regret, as if he was waiting for the final judgment of the gods.

Suddenly, the fetus hanging in the center of the altar let out a strange laugh, so sharp and piercing that it echoed on the empty mountaintop, making people feel creepy.

Those originally still blood-red blood vessels began to beat wildly, as if injecting more vitality into this strange fetus.

At the same time, the repentant patient suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer empty, but dark, like an abyss.

His body seemed to be possessed by some unknown force, and he exuded a strange and powerful aura.

[Comparing the intelligence attributes of both parties..., comparison completed, our intelligence is 0.8 times that of the enemy, and we have obtained 39% of the enemy's information. ]

Name: Aiel the Pious (Ancient God Believer)
Race: Ancient God's Families

Health: 100%
Ancient God Energy: 3600
Power: 58
agile:? ?

Stamina: 59
intelligence:??

Charisma: 5
Skill 1: Bloodline of the Ancient God (Passive) LV.30: Fusion with a trace of the soul of the Ancient God, Strength, Agility, Stamina, Intelligence +30 points, Health +5000 points, Ancient God Energy +3000 points.

Skill 2: Divine Shield (Passive) LV.15: Blessed by the power of the ancient gods, a divine shield is automatically generated during battle, increasing spell resistance and physical resistance by 20%.

技能3：神力狂涌（主动） LV.10：下一次攻击对敌人造成额外的100点侵蚀伤害，并有50%的几率造成眩晕效果，持续3秒。

Skill 4: Wrath of Apocalypse (Active) LV.15: Causes range damage to enemies in the specified area, with a basic damage of 500 points, and has a 70% chance of causing the enemy to fall into a state of fear for 7 seconds. In the state of fear, the enemy's movement speed and attack power will be reduced by 40%.

Skill 5: Divine Armor (Active) LV.8: Grows a large amount of bone armor on the surface of the body, increases body defense by 200, and is immune to 50% physical damage.

Skill 6: ??? (Active): ???
Skill 7: ??? (Passive): ???
Skill 8: ???: ???
Skill 9: ???: ???
Skill 18: ???: ???
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