Chapter 120, The Exit of the Wild Boar God

Realized that he had no other options.

But still unwilling to accept such an outcome.

With great resentment, he cursed Du Yuan.

"I curse that your path to God will be cut off! I curse that your path to God will be cut off!"

Du Yuan's mouth curled up at such an angry performance.

The curse of God is certainly powerful, but for the guy in front of him, Du Yuan can only say that this force is not enough to tickle him.

The curse in despair turned into a dark breath and passed through the violent collision of divine arts to climb towards Du Yuan.

It's just a pity that the thing around Du Yuan already has an owner.

This dark breath was instantly torn apart by the entrenched blood-colored spiritual light.

The blood-colored spiritual light on Du Yuan's body became stronger. If Du Yuan didn't suppress it himself, this spiritual light could even surround Du Yuan's entire body.

If you look at these spiritual lights, there will even be some strange visions.

As for the content of the vision, believe me, if you are an ordinary person, you will never want these images to appear in your mind.

Killing, wailing, death, desire, hatred, faith.

Everything turned into this scarlet aura in the entanglement, entangled with Du Yuan. The crazy curse of the weak apprentice god not far away was nothing in front of these complex things tangled together.

The boar man's god fell into complete despair.

"You damn evil god!"

Du Yuan's mouth corners rose a few arcs, ignoring the desperate wailing of the guy in front of him.

How could he know.

If Du Yuan had a choice, he actually wanted to be a decent god who kept a low profile?

But obviously, there was no choice at all!

………….

In the boar man's king's city.

The advancing rat army finally arrived here. The current situation of this city is obviously unable to resist the rat man's attack.

After the boar man's high priest also fell.

The city has already fallen into complete chaos.

The arrival of the rat army was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The flames ignited in the city became more prosperous. The ratmen who arrived were not as merciful as the wild boar commander who started the civil war in the royal city.

Either death or becoming a slave.

Of course, more deaths, because now, these excited priests need more sacrifices.

A lot of sacrifices.

A large number of wild boars were pushed in front of the transparent tower.

One by one, highly deformed giant rats were pushed out.

These are the last remnants of the hatching pool, completely deformed flesh and blood creatures, these chaotic and violent guys were pushed to the transparent tower in front of them.

Then in the bright light, accompanied by the desperate wailing of the abyss.

This is not the end, one after another flesh and blood creatures were pushed to the tower in front of them.

In a similar way, Sheng Qi chose a solution similar to that of the crazy predecessor in the swamp wetland.

Choose to use pollution to break the protection shrouding the temple of the gods.

Soon, the bright light of the tower dimmed in the constant annihilation of flesh and blood creatures.

The temple of the heretic god in front of them will soon be completely exposed to the rat priests.

A grand sacrifice is about to begin.

This will be a great honor!

All the rat priests are gradually becoming fanatical and excited while waiting.

Except for Sheng Qi, one of the supreme commanders of the joint expeditionary force.

He was inexplicably nervous and regretful at this time.

Especially after seeing the crystal statue in front of the tower.

Sheng Qi recognized who the statue was at a glance.

His former teacher.

That damn old guy, how could Sheng Qi not recognize him, after all, even the name Sheng Qi was given by this old guy.

The crystal statue transformed by the old priest was not cleared by the wild boars because it was too close to the transparent tower.

Due to the temple attribute of the transparent tower.

The only one who had the right to deal with him was the boarman high priest, but the boarman high priest, who had been in a hurry since returning to the boarman king's city, had never found time to deal with the crystal statue kneeling in front of the tower until his death.

Sheng Qi felt the breath from the god on the crystal statue.

It was not the breath of the heretic god in the tower in front of him.

It was the breath left by the truly great god.

As a priest, Sheng Qi would not mistake the breath of the god.

The more certain he was, the more absurd this matter made him feel.

How could it be that this old guy actually got what he wanted and received the gift of the god!

That was the gift of the great god!

Complex emotions suddenly appeared in Sheng Qi's heart and kept flowing.

Until the tower in front of him completely dimmed in the night, until those excited priests rushed up and forcibly pushed the tower representing the heretic god to the ground.

The sad cries of the wild boar slaves startled Sheng Qi. He came to his senses in a trance, and took the flag of the Western Expeditionary Force and climbed the ruins of the tower with the leader of the Central Expeditionary Force.

A large number of sacrifices were pushed onto the ruins.

Sincere and fervent prayers echoed in the field at this time.

But the gods did not cast their eyes on them again.

The devout rat priests bent down, as if they felt that this would be enough to get what they wanted.

Sheng Qi didn't do that, he knew that the gods probably wouldn't look at him again.

Looked at the place not far away.

After the tower fell, the crystal statue took over the tower and continued to emit a hazy light.

The corners of Sheng Qi's mouth twitched fiercely.

A missed choice emerged again, crawling in his heart like an ant.

What if?

What if he made this choice at the beginning?

Then the blessing of the gods, with such glory, is it possible that it belongs to him?

Endless regret emerged in greed, and Sheng Qi only saw glory in the glory and death of the old priest.

But it is obvious that there is often only one chance to choose.

High in the sky.

The height that mortals cannot see.

The battle between the gods has also reached the final stage, accompanied by the collapse of the temple.

The classmate in front of Du Yuan has reached the end of the road.

Whether it is resentment or scolding, all these things cannot change the final outcome at this time.

Du Yuan did not choose to be as dishonorable as him.

He bent down slightly, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

With a faint smile on his face.

Not far away, the incarnation of the wild boar man's god began to gradually disintegrate into light spots after losing its anchor point.

At the end of the matter, this guy calmed down.

Looking at Du Yuan coldly.

"I will wait, waiting for the news of your failure."

Du Yuan shook his head at the last harsh words.

Turning his head back, he didn't look at the failed guy again.

"Then I won't bother you with your concern."