Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

When teaching at the college, the teacher once mentioned an emergency situation similar to this. Unexpectedly, he actually encountered it.

A god must have the character of a god. Even if he is an ordinary student with nothing, if he wants to gain the faith of his followers, he must make his followers fear, fear, and worship him.

Therefore, the teacher has said that only under special circumstances or when there are fanatic believers among the believers, people can possess the body. In other cases, it is extremely taboo for students to possess the body.

Fanatic believers are the kind of men who wear cloth armor, hold wooden sticks, and can attack the holy city. Therefore, the gods can do whatever they want, but other believers cannot.

Although Zhao Qianye was unwilling in his heart, it was really difficult to kill them due to the current environment and the distance between Gomarus and the others from the gate to the other world.

However, he couldn't refuse.

Since Zhao Qianye wanted to do it, he naturally had to make his penis look taller and not make himself look too cheap.

He shouted sternly in a majestic tone: "Are you teaching the great gods from outside the realm how to do things, mortals?"

"No, it's not..."

Little Auston was trembling with fright and quickly explained.

Watching my father and uncles struggling towards the foot of the mountain. Every step they took was ruthlessly blocked by endless orcs. Although my father and uncles were brave and good at fighting, they were already showing signs of fatigue. If they continued,

If this continues, he can't imagine the consequences...

His expression was low, with a hint of humble prayer, "This is a son's helpless prayer to his father who is deeply troubled. He prays to the benevolent gods to save my dearest relatives, I, Os Red Furnace

, will give everything, including soul and honor."

Zhao Qianye was shocked.

"It's your sincerity and your father-son love that moved me so much!"

He took a deep breath, and then scolded little Os for the promise he made when he was desperate: "The glory of the dwarves, and the soul of your Os Red Furnace, are not objects. They are the blood and fire of your Turin ancestors for generations.

The watered crown is priceless, silly little Os."

Oskar Red Hearth is ashamed.

Zhao Qianye gave little Oss a lesson. He felt the soul fluctuations in the little guy's body and became stable again. He waved his war hammer and headed towards the mountain.

"ah……"

Amanlu, the leader of the blue beast, roared angrily, completely irritated by Zhao Qianye's actions. He waved his sword, strode towards the dwarf king, and roared furiously: "Do you dare to fight, Gomarus, Turin?"

Descendant, the Dwarf King of the Red Hearth Clan?"

Amanlu finally challenged the King of Dwarves to a fight of honor.

The dwarf king, who was charging down the mountain, paused.

He turned around and looked at Amanlu, the executioner who was slaughtering their fellow dwarves, rushing from the mountainside.

In an instant, all fighting was stopped.

Whether it was the fleeing dwarves or the orcs and wolf guards hunting the dwarves, they all looked towards the mountainside.

Glory is the supreme existence of a race.

No one is allowed to defile and blaspheme, no matter dwarves or orcs.

All living beings respect and inherit this ancient traditional glorious battle. The winner gets everything, and the loser will be spurned by others and lose his life.

"Gomarus..."

York shouted worriedly.

"My king..."

The elite dwarf warriors surrounding Gomarus had hot eyes and complicated expressions, and they couldn't help shouting.

"The descendant of Turin, the king of the Red Hearth clan, there is no retreat at all!"

Gomarus clenched his war hammer, looked around at everyone, and said with a high expression.

"Bang!"

Old York beat his shield to show his strength for the king of the dwarves.

"Bang! Bang!"

The dwarf warriors banged their shields and looked fanatical.

At the foot of the mountain, the old and weak women and children who had not yet escaped into the other world seemed to have awakened the sleeping glory in their bodies. They stamped their feet on the ground, let out deep roars from their mouths, and joined the team to build momentum for their king.

All dwarves understand that this battle is inevitable.

Gomarus walked out of the team and walked towards Amanlu. All the orcs automatically gave way to a passage to show respect for the strong man and the dwarf king who sacrificed fearlessly.

The blue beast Amanlu, carrying a blood-stained sword, looked up to the sky and roared, charging towards the king of dwarves with big strides.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

The bloodthirsty orcs, holding spear handles, slapped them on the ground in unison, bared their teeth and let out low roars and roars, which shook the body and mind, like an earthquake.

The King of Dwarves started, swung his war hammer, and hit Amanlu, who was one body taller than himself.

"Bang!"

The sword and hammer collided, and Gomarus was staggered by a huge force.

"puff!"

Amanlu took advantage of the situation and raised the knife with his hand. The head of Gomarus, the king of the dwarves, was cut off directly.

"roar……"

Amanlu, the leader of the blue beast, grabbed the head of the dwarf king and roared to the sky to show his bravery and glory.

"Huhuhu..."

The orcs let out a roaring carnival in response to the leader's heroic achievements.

"No……"

Little Oss let out a miserable cry, "Father..."

York, who had a pipe in his mouth, was so stunned that he didn't even notice that his favorite pipe fell to the ground.

There was a hint of despair on his face, he clenched the shield and warhammer in his hands tightly, and shouted crazily: "For the glory of Turin, for the revenge of our king, brothers, charge..."

Little Os and the dwarves at the foot of the mountain watched helplessly as the remaining dwarf legionnaires launched their final fearless charge.

For glory!

They are following in the footsteps of their late kings, even if they die in battle!

There are no cowards among the descendants of Turin.

"No!"

Little Os let out a desperate cry.

Zhao Qianye's silence drifted out of Little Os. He could feel the despair and self-blame for his own incompetence in the dwarf prince's heart.

The dwarf veterans charged with a desire to die, fearless of injury and pain. They killed dozens or hundreds of orc warriors, and finally died of exhaustion and had their heads cut off by Aman's men.

Little Os was bursting into tears, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could only watch helplessly as the half-orc warrior held the head of his loved one in his hand, holding it high, roaring and roaring, declaring his bravery.

and glory.

"The descendant of Turin, the warrior who inherits the will of the Red Hearth clan, and the current king of the dwarves, please remember this day!"

Zhao Qianye let out a low roar, "The tarnished glory will be washed away with the blood of the enemy. Always remember this scene when dusk is approaching and your loved ones fall!"

Little Os looked up to the sky and cried sadly.

The dwarf women and children at the foot of the mountain were all choking and crying, mourning the tragic death of the dwarf king and grieving that they were about to be displaced.

At this moment, on the mountainside, the tribal flag that once fluttered was burned by the fire, turned into ashes, and scattered in the wind.

The setting sun finally fell below the horizon, leaving only a lingering glow, which seemed to be stubbornly trying to leave the last touch of warmth to the creatures in this world abandoned by the gods.