Chapter 630 The Origin of Fighting Spirit and Killing God's Choice

“Puff!”

Evli and the others subconsciously covered their eyes, running to save people was not as fast as the enemy swinging the sword.

But when they opened their eyes, they found that the corpse ghost had been split in half vertically. Field swung the sword to cut the straps on the corpse ghost, and the two tied girls were freed.

They fell to the ground, splashing mosaics all over the ground.

“Okay.” Field put away the sword lightly.

“Ah?” Everyone was dumbfounded.

Is this guy still a human? Could he be the Chosen One disguised as a man?

This speed is faster than Eveli, the Chosen One, too outrageous.

“It’s not resolved yet. This is just a waste fish that delays time.”

As Field said, a group of white simplified God’s Chosen Marks floated out from the corpse ghost and quickly returned to the tomb.

Push open the door of the tomb.

A foul smell floated out, and the tomb was a huge pool of blood, a large number of corpse ghosts, ghosts, and even dead dragons and gargoyles. They stood here like sculptures, as if they were soldiers guarding this place.

"Hehe, hello, Baron Field, what a surprise. I heard that you died on the battlefield, but I didn't expect you to be a coward."

In the center of the tomb, a livid corpse wizard slowly turned around, with green ghost fire burning on the mysterious staff in his hand. He said in an androgynous voice: "I have to thank you. This perfect altar tomb was built by your Ross family."

Field was stunned for a moment: "Our family built it?"

"It seems that you don't know, and that's right. You and the corpses I control are no different. You are just poor creatures who can be abandoned at any time."

"What do you mean, don't riddle." Field narrowed his eyes.

The third deacon laughed twice: "The direct bloodline of your family is cursed with tyranny and disaster. Only one of you and your brothers and sisters can survive. Similarly, the God of Killing will become more and more interested in your flesh and blood until he eats you alive."

Is this true?

I didn't feel it at all. "Tyranny...Disaster, I've never heard of it before."

"Of course, because its name is not easy to say. Once you mention the real name of Tyranny God's Chosen three times, you will be targeted by Disaster."

The third deacon seemed to know a lot of inside information.

"Field, look behind him!" Evely pulled the corner of Field's clothes twice, "He is stalling for time, don't believe his lies."

Behind the third deacon, on the huge blood altar, a female ghost as pale as paper floated gently.

"Ah!" The woman let out a shrill howl.

The terrifying divine power surged, smashing the undead creatures standing on standby around.

A large amount of dead air gathered, constantly nourishing the underground mausoleum, and the concentration of divine power increased again.

"She is breaking through the fourth level!" Evely's pupils trembled, "How is it possible? There are no living people here. Where did the divine power come from to help her break through? Is it a disaster?"

"Hehe, you are wrong. I contracted with the undead creatures. All the ghosts here are my people. The Bull Territory has long been a dead city. Of course, it can help the undead God to advance. If there were no one to make trouble, I would have succeeded long ago."

The third deacon sneered: "Only disasters can destroy the advancement. The God's Chosen of any other race relies on their own race to advance."

"No, you are a human, how can you contract with undead creatures... Unless you are no longer a human." Evely's pupils trembled, "You are really a shame to mankind. Not only did you betray the great Griffin Empire, you also betrayed mankind."

Any creature can believe in the Goddess of the Dead. Belief has nothing to do with race.

If it is the Undead God of the ghost race, it must contract with ghosts.

The Undead God of the human race must contract with humans.

The third deacon in front of him transformed himself into a dead person in order to gain power.

"I'm going to kill you for humanity!" Evely was about to lead the team to charge.

A large number of undead creatures blocked Evely, and countless attacks came, so many that Evely couldn't handle it.

"Baron Field, come and help, let's kill him together."

"Betrayal should not be insulted, Field." The third deacon was not panicked at all, and changed the subject, "You and I have similar bloodlines, are you interested in listening to my story?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Evely hurriedly urged.

"Don't worry, I'm very interested."

Field also felt that his words were fart, but he didn't attack, but grabbed Evely back: "I hope your story is interesting enough."

Not only to listen to the other party tell the secrets of the world, Field is also waiting for the undead god to grow to the fourth level.

If he is strong, he will be accepted as a subordinate, and if he is weak, he will be fed to Hei Yu.

"Let me tell you, the Chosen Ones of Slaughter, Undead, Darkness, and Plague are the same kind of people. We have shouldered too much for this world."

The deacon waved his dry hand in the air, outlining a dreamlike projection.

"In the first era, after the Chosen Ones of Destruction destroyed the world, everything in the world disappeared. Trees, creatures, and water sources were all annihilated, leaving only the relics of the Chosen Ones of Destruction: the Scroll of Destruction."

"But God took away a small number of devout people and opened the second era: the Rune Era, also called the Inscription Era."

"The creatures copied the inscriptions on the Scroll of Destruction, gradually evolved, and constructed an extremely powerful Rune Era."

"As long as you consume mental power, write inscriptions, or chant spells, you can strengthen equipment, flesh, or skills. Everyone at that time has a strong mental power."

"However, the Tyrannical Disaster appeared. They possessed extremely powerful combat power. Wherever they went, they could maximize the evil thoughts of the living beings, and the mental pollution caused countless people to collapse."

"Some of the living beings collapsed to the point of abandoning their species and the belief in the God of War, and turned to the arms of the disaster."

"Haha, the living beings prayed to their destroyer, how ironic."

"The Tyrannical Disaster accepted them, transformed them, and alienated them."

"Powerful fighting spirit appeared, and the Tyrannical believers became fighting spirit knights. Some of the gods' favored ones became the chosen ones of the killing gods, and turned their butcher knives against their compatriots."

"Ah?" The adventurers were all confused, "But our fighting spirit..."

"So, betrayal is not shameful. In the final destruction of the world, In the battle, the tyrannical believers and the chosen ones of the killing gods stood firmly on the side of the living beings, fighting against the disaster together and betraying for the second time. "

"On the side of the living beings, some of them seized the opportunity and escaped, preserving the seeds for future generations. Dou Qi and the chosen ones of the killing gods also survived. Dou Qi gradually transformed and evolved into a power that everyone can obtain. "

"The price is the curse. The descendants of the chosen ones of the killing gods will suffer the pain of betrayal by their brothers and sisters. And, they are more likely to be targeted by tyranny. "

"Field blinked in shock: "Then the chosen ones of the dead... are also betrayers?"

"You stumped me, my knowledge does not involve this aspect. The traces left by the disaster were explored entirely by luck. Unfortunately, I did not encounter the ruins of the netherworld. "