Chapter 236, Du Yuan's Choice

Under the guidance of the spell, the whistling arrows no longer twisted and began to be thrown accurately at the incoming rats.

The nervous ordinary militiamen tightly grasped the long wooden spears in their hands. In front of them was a shield wall composed of shields standing on the ground.

The rats really had no strategy.

They just rushed forward with a whistling sound.

The crossbowmen knelt on one knee and began to aim.

The mages began to cast various auxiliary spells, some of which were even similar to the killing aura.

However, the motivational spell used by the human mage was much milder than the killing aura of the rat priests.

The militia recruited by the farmers blushed.

They had more courage and were no longer so afraid.

A rat carrying a flag ran over, and the poor rat fighter had to start to be a pioneer breakthrough.

He jumped high on the shield and rushed into the human camp with an unparalleled bravery.

The scarlet spear killed these weak militiamen at will, and the courage that the militiamen had just raised disappeared in the ferocious killing of Shu Zhan.

Shu Zhan challenged a brave man who dared to challenge him, and looked around at the ugly hairless rats in front of him with a sarcastic look.

The guy he challenged was not dead yet, and he wailed in pain.

Naturally, this arrogant guy was also watched.

The knights wanted to move forward in the commotion, but they were stopped by the middle-aged man, who patted his breastplate.

He said to the knight behind him.

"You are not his opponent, let me do it."

The knights hesitated, but they didn't say anything in the end.

The middle-aged man did not pause and drew the long sword at his waist. He felt threatened by Shu Zhan, like the overlord of the forest.

Both sides were immersed in the war, but ignored the changes in the world.

The blue sky of the small world had a strange freeze.

………….

In the sea of ​​chaos, something unexpected happened.

A dazzling beam of light burst out from the broken big world again.

It gave the broken big world a shaky illusion.

This world began to burn.

The dazzling beam of light that burst out passed through the layers of broken planes and locked onto an inconspicuous small world. This sudden change attracted the attention of the gods wandering outside the world.

The burning of the world made this big world no longer have the power to block the gods' prying eyes, and all the things in it were revealed.

All kinds of things that are so precious even to gods, high-concentration elemental environments, divine mineral veins, quietly suspended temples, and powerful authority and priesthood that flashed with misty auras.

These are things that every god dreams of, and their value is inestimable, but now they are all starting to burn.

Because of a figure.

A figure lingering at the entrance and unwilling to leave.

Du Yuan didn't care what was in this world, nor did he care what this world could bring him. He had to leave.

But as soon as he entered this broken plane, he was pulled tightly.

He did pick up something extraordinary.

A real key.

The mottled colorful lines are very important to this broken world, or to the guy hiding in this world.

He really couldn't make any struggles, he was just a demigod.

But sorry, the right to choose is no longer in the hands of the sneaky guy. He added spirituality to the mottled colorful lines.

Transformation is in progress.

This is a transformation that is not understood by people.

Relying on this transformation, Du Yuan resisted the force that pulled him, and when the door to that world was not closed, he struggled to step out of the world.

He had broken his promise once, and he was leaving here now.

But he was pulled tightly, unable to break free, until the portal was completely closed, until Du Yuan was completely trapped in this broken world.

In an indescribable irritation, Du Yuan let out an inhuman roar, and even his eyes were red.

That damn guy wanted to find him, so let him find him.

The mottled colorful lines got stuck in the process of transformation, as if it was too high a level.

Du Yuan was pulled to an extremely prosperous and grand hall, and a message was passed to him in a vague way.

A gift was promised, priesthood, authority, artifacts, and even a family or a world, all of which could be given and obtained by Du Yuan. This was a great temptation, a gift that was difficult to refuse.

Even when this message flashed, a stone statue kneeling in the hall was broken, and a creature sealed in it revealed its whereabouts, a female demon with a snake's hair.

Medusa, a legendary creature, knelt down to Du Yuan and offered her faith at the moment of breaking the seal. It was a true faith that Du Yuan could sense in an instant. There were many stone statues like this in this hall.

Du Yuan set his sights on the ancient hall in the center of the hall and began to take steps.

The blurred words floating in the air were a little more excited, as if waiting for Du Yuan to make a choice excitedly.

In other words, what choice did Du Yuan have? The price he offered was so generous, and Du Yuan was just a demigod.

What choice could he make?

Yes, what choice could Du Yuan make.

His eyes were already stained with blood.

The spiritual power failed, and the twisting colorful lines gradually stopped moving. A trace of desire was transmitted over, and it seemed to be eager for more.

But the appetite was bigger, too big, much bigger.

The things to be offered are not enough, the entire talent must be offered, even Du Yuan has to think about whether it is worth it at this time.

The gift in front of him is not false, authority, power, artifacts, divinity, and clans, the essence of these things is not concealed, and Du Yuan can easily perceive them.

As long as he nods, it seems that he can easily touch them.

But what choice should he make?

The humble rat man seems to be insignificant, and that small world is just a small stage. It seems clear how to make a choice, and every god can make a choice easily.

Step by step.

Du Yuan doesn't know what this mottled colorful line is. Its essence is too high, and the price of pointing out its spirituality is too high.

If he wants to enlighten him, his talent will also be broken in this enlightenment. Without talent, what is the difference between him and other gods?

Without talent, can he still go on?

Chaotic thoughts emerged in Du Yuan's mind.

But when he stepped onto the high platform, when Du Yuan stood in front of the ancient altar engraved with history, everything was answered.

He was not a qualified god.

He brought endless suffering to the rat people.

At the beginning, he was not satisfied with this group of rats.

Made a choice.

Du Yuan had made a choice.

In the dark, a precious thing was broken by him. At this moment, his soul seemed to be missing a corner, and boundless pain came, but it did not change Du Yuan's face again.

The irritability was suppressed, and it became calm and indifferent again.

Mottled colorful lines appeared in Du Yuan's hands.

Falling towards this altar.

Dazzling light burst out from this ancient altar, and blurred handwriting flashed in front of Du Yuan at a very fast speed.

Du Yuan's guess was correct. It was indeed the treasure that was looking for the key, or rather, it was the treasure chest that was looking for the key. This chest used by the deceased Lord God to carry the treasure, this broken world, had its own will.

He could not understand what Du Yuan had done.

Words flashed eagerly in front of Du Yuan.

But Du Yuan ignored it.

The rising beam of light penetrated the sky and even illuminated the dim sea of ​​chaos.

So dazzling, so bright.

The small world floating in the sea of ​​chaos was caught by the beam of light, and pulled towards the upper reaches of the sea of ​​chaos, towards where Du Yuan was.

Standing in front of this ancient altar, Du Yuan's expression was so calm, and also so indifferent.

All around him, the world began to burn.

He had made his choice.

Of course, at the moment when he made his choice, the most surprised and panicked might not be the gods floating in the sea of ​​chaos.

It was the group of demigods that were locked by the dazzling beam of light and the small world.

It was as if the sky was about to fall.

Damn it, what happened! What happened!

Brothers, I know you think I am doing something bad, okay, it is possible, after all, staying up late to write every day is not a good state, but it is wrong, it is also possible that I am doing something big!

A new era is about to set sail!