The ancient steam snake's expression was calm, even though it was close to falling into the abyss of death, it was not in a hurry.
Raven took a step forward and communicated with Him.
"Knight, you are the first person in millions of years who can communicate with me." The ancient snake's gaze was profound, and its pupils made of countless large and small gears were constantly correcting and rotating, and it made the sound of steam jets from time to time.
"I'm honored." Raven stood up straight and said humbly.
"I already understand your purpose of coming. Thank you for everything you are about to do." The ancient snake raised its head and looked in the direction of the material world with its thousands of indescribably huge shapes.
He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of falling. He is born from all living beings and from the world. He whispered, "If possible, drive out the demons..."
"I will give you the greatest help..."
Raven looked at the huge looming form of the World Will hidden in the depths, and also saw some steam equipment that collapsed on the ancient snake's body, and saw stains of rust and penicillium everywhere.
He lowered his head, and his extremely huge head gently moved forward, pressing against Raven's forehead with extremely terrifying pressure.
boom--
A different kind of momentum rose from Raven's body and spread out from his material body towards the quiet room.
"This is?"
"Communicating with God..."
Outside the quiet room, some fighters felt the breath in a daze, and a name emerged in their hearts.
"Saint——"
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When you open your eyes, you will see a dimly lit quiet room, a field of vision outside the quiet room, and a field of vision outside the city.
Raven's crossed legs stood up and he stood up.
He took a few steps forward, and then closed his eyes again. Outside the city, outside the quiet room, the dimly lit quiet room became quiet.
"I have no rivals in this world."
The knight said softly.
His current state is equivalent to the son of the world. The world favors him, good things go to him, and bad things stay away from him.
Of course, that could only be done by the ancient snake in its heyday, and Raven didn't need it.
What he gave was exactly what Lei Wen needed most, which was a little energy supply from the source force sea, and a clearly marked clearing map.
There are large and small dots marked on the map, and there are notes of large and small dots on it, and the progress is written on them.
This progress bar has multiple meanings, such as a progress bar with a time difference of 90:1, a progress bar of 80:1, and a progress bar of 70:1.
Killing demons and uprooting the strongholds that pull the entire world into the abyss are the ways to fill up the progress bar.
And this process...
Raven looked out the door with a serious emotion, so the fighters all fell into his eyes.
"This process will be completed by you." He whispered and stepped out of the door.
His current realm cannot be applied to conventional realms. The setting of the realm is a guide for those with great ability to follow, and will not let them go astray.
If you have other ideas, that's another matter.
He is now stronger than the extraordinary professionals of the ancient elf system, both in essence and combat power, but according to the knight standards of this era, he has not yet transformed himself, so he cannot be considered a legendary knight.
"I need a forging bench..."
The fighters looked at Saint Raven who had just left the quiet room and listened to what he said.
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bite--
when--
bite--
when--
Amid the firelight and sparks, a shirtless middle-aged man raised his hand, and a black hammer with a square head hit his head, hitting the red column hard.
when--
when--
when--
Wisps of milky white fighting spirit filled the air, flowing in the red cylindrical spear shape, and engraved with runes that transmitted holy light.
After a long time, he raised his head and grabbed the slender metal spear.
"call--"
He opened his mouth and took in a breath that made the air in the entire forging room suddenly tighten, and the closed door suddenly opened.
"F——"
A breath of cold air blew out, and the whole room was filled with air. The tools hanging on the wall swayed here and there, making a clanging sound.
The spear facing forward cooled down, and the flame was extinguished by this breath.
He nodded with satisfaction and hung the dimmed spear on the wall.
Outside the door, the fighters passing by have become accustomed to it. Over the past ten days, the Saint has helped them consecrate their blood and forge weapons. All such incredible things are completely normal in front of this existence called the Saint.
.
Until this day, the warriors whose abyss blood was sanctified in their bodies received an order from the Lord Saint.
"Hang up the mission sign and destroy the devil."
A small golden tag was given to each fighter, with lines that could be seen in the dark and a simple and obvious pattern outlined on it.
"This was created by the saint. Based on the information above, it kills the demons that invade the world."
The fighter with the golden holy pattern on his arm took the small golden tag, which was no bigger than a finger. When he touched it with his fingers, he found the small golden chain hidden behind his back.
"If you hang it on your body, it will bear your mark. Only when you die will the tag fall off."
The fighter pulled its metal chain, passed it through his bald head, then passed it through the back of his head, and hung it around his neck.
He pinched the tag again and spread it out. On the smooth back of the tag, a jagged slight protrusion was gradually revealed, which was his half-length image, with a resolute face and clenched fists.
"Iron Fist..."
On the other side, the first sublimated winged fighter touched the lines on it, looked at the spread-out wings with a compassionate expression, and whispered his code name.
"Angel……"
Through this tag, they can all feel the sacred and great atmosphere.
They fight for God and for light.
"Fighters, assemble!"
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Talk about how many God warriors there are in a city of 100,000 people.
Answer, no more than twenty.
Ask, how many demons are there in a city of 100,000 people?
Answer, more than two thousand.
Tick-tock——
Tick-tock——
In the alley, evaporated water vapor dripped, making small depressions in the ground.
There is water dripping here all the year round, so that the masonry on the ground is pitted by the water droplets.
The sky was gloomy, as if it had never been brighter.
The hooded man pressed down his clothes and wrapped himself more tightly.
The weather was getting colder and colder, and he hadn't seen the sun for a long time. The man sighed and seemed to be thinking about how to try to buy himself a new piece of clothing.
Swish——
In the dark corner, a strange black shadow flashed away. The shadow opened its mouth, revealing its sparse teeth, and smiled ferociously at the man.
It seems that food is available today.
Swish——
The figure was strange and strange, wandering along the dark and damp corner. From time to time, its cold eyes passed over the hurried man, stopping at many places such as his neck and the crook of his legs.