When Taliyah heard the sound, her first reaction was that the weaver tribe, which had always believed in, was a man? How could it be?

Then she realized that this was Poluo Shepherd!

She and Kasha looked at each other, ecstatic, but when they saw the confusion in Kasha's eyes, the smile on her face quickly collapsed.

Yes, they don’t know Zell’s strength yet, so how happy they are.

In this way, her mood was like a roller coaster ride, and she experienced ups and downs in the blink of an eye.

"I'll hold him back, you guys will run away."

Although Zell had just arrived, he saw the injuries on Taliyah and Kasha, and glanced at the only one nearby Rekton, and then guessed the incident through Poro's fear of him.

"Please trouble you." Taliyah helped Kasha away. Seeing this, Rekton lowered his upper body, grabbed the ground with his claws and ran and chased after him.

A reversal scimitar slashed down on his head, Rekton turned over and rolled to the ground, looking at the enemy who suddenly appeared to block his target, his jaundice eyes widened.

"How is it possible... you are obviously dead! I have killed you once!"

The warrior who suddenly broke in was Vastalya from the Crocodile Tribe. He was huge and could match Rekton. His lion-like head was like a huge rock, and his body was covered with bulging muscles. Even if the Crocodile Tribe with an average height of more than three meters is a giant. He had a long mane, and each braid was decorated with steel ropes and amulets, and it is said that each one was accompanied by magic.

This is what Zell summoned [Sussesses who challenged the gods] by consuming five mana crystals. There is only one reason why he chose Susesses, that is, Susesses had a record of defeating Rekton head-on. His strength and skills are not inferior to Rekton, and his weapons and armor are enough to compete with Rekton.

Now he was standing in front of Rekton, lifting the reflex machete over his right shoulder, spreading his shield to block it, and making a prepared gesture. The golden pupils of the carnivore were filled with the fighting spirit of killing the gods.

Rekton shook his head, took a step back, swung the crescent knife and axe dragged beside him, and burst into laughter.

"Do you think you can block me? I am the Ascensioner, I am your God!"

Sussace did not speak, but instead patted the shield with a reflex scimitar, as if urging him to attack quickly and did not take him seriously, which made Rekton angry. He remembered that Sussace, whom he had killed, was a chatterbox. Although he would ridicule him with words, he would maintain the minimum respect and call him the former god of war, and now the other party's silence will only humiliate him.

"You stop me from revenge, and you still occupy the ruins he created!" he roared, as if crazy. "I want to kill you a thousand times is not enough!"

Rekton roared wildly and rushed towards Sussace. He swung the crescent sword and axe, injected the same skills as rage, and chopped Sussace's shield, splashing out several broken scales. Sussace used a calm return to extinguish his anger, and used his toothed shield to hit Rekton's shoulders and face with his superb hunting skills of the corporeal beast clan, making him unable to do anything, and cut out a wound between Rekton's ribs.

The battle between two giants made the desert at night unable to calm down, and the blades were as loud as the sound of death bells. At first they fought evenly, and their anger injected strength into Rekton, while calm was Sussesser's second knife. However, as Zell added anger mixture to Sussesser, the situation began to fall to one side.

Sussace blocked almost all of Rekton's attacks, and each of his counterattacks left wounds on Rekton.

Rekton opened his mouth and bit Sussace's shoulder in anger, but he hit his face with a toothed shield, knocking off several teeth; he threw out his tail, Sussace bent down to avoid it, pursued the victory, and slashed the scimitar on his thigh, and blood flowed down his legs.

When he hit the back, Sussace's shield shattered, and Rekton's armor was left with only messy golden ropes hanging on his body. Rekton took heavy steps and rushed towards him. His ancient blade deeply cut Sussace's cheeks. The latter slammed his hands together to break several of Rekton's ribs. Rekton tried to fight back, but Sussace cut off his wrist with a knife, leaving only the fascia connected.

"Help!" Rekton yelled, "Brother! He is too strong! I must win!"

The crocodile god's body shook, his eyes were turbid, as if he was experiencing a marquee. The memories surged up intermittently, and the scenes of countless triumphs and deaths lingered.

Then Susassai cut his throat open, and then sent the tip of the knife deep into his heart, like a long hug, running out from his back.

Rekton's head was weakly placed on Sussace's shoulder, and the black blood flowed down the knife, landing on the ground and making a hissing sound, melting the fine sand into glass.

Zel did not cheer, but watched the scene quietly.

Because he knew that Sussace did not win, he just scored the big boss of Rekton into the second stage. Now that he had enough anger, he was about to transform.

As he expected, the emerald light began to accumulate in the body of the god, and the scorching light flowed through his body along the forked veins.

Zell asked Sussace to go up and slash, but the blade was bounced away by the green light, and Rekton was completely unscathed.

The sand rose into the air, surrounding Rekton, his figure gradually became taller, revealing his true body. The long-forgotten magic overflowed in his body, and the power from the sun strengthened his various dimensions.

His wounds healed, and the scars were not visible to the reconstructed skin, and it exuded a sparkling vitality. His broken hand twisted along the fascia and returned to its position. The bundles of fibers rejoined and sewed the bones together. The originally scarred armor flowed in the air, renovating like smooth beeswax. The jaundice-colored eyes burned with the light of the new star, and the once turbid place became clear.

This is the real posture of the God Warrior. Now Rekton looked down at the Vastala warrior who was like a kitten in front of him. His body size increased by more than ten times in a short period of time. No legendary depiction and portrayal can accurately record the true power and majesty of this God Warrior. Even Kasha and the others who have walked several kilometers can look at this god who shines like the sun in the dark night.

Zell's image has been lifted up several times in their hearts. It is already very powerful to be able to hold the powerful gods for so long.

Zell directly asked Susassace to throw away his weapons.

A five-cost card can beat Rekton's ordinary form and drag him down for so long and force him out of the god form. What other bicycle do you need? As long as Kasha and Taliya can run away.

Rekton stretched out his recovered hand and lifted Sussace into the air, like a man pulling the back of his neck and lifting a little beast.

With a slight trembling wrist, a crisp sound of a broken cervical spine was heard, and the powerful Vastala warrior turned into a corpse.

Then the god turned his eyes to the direction where Kasha and the others escaped, and chased after him... and started again.

"Brother Chen!"

"Um!"

When Chen Changqing was walking on the road, he would say hello or nod when he met someone he knew.

But no matter who it is.

Everyone had no extra expression on their faces, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

Regarding this.

Chen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Department, it is an institution to maintain the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands were stained with a lot of blood.

When a person is used to life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When Chen Changqing first came to this world, he was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppressing Division is very big.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Department are all powerful masters or those with the potential to become masters.

Chen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressing Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian and the other is the Demon Elimination Envoy.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts with the lowest level of Demon Elimination Envoy.

Then he will be promoted step by step and will eventually become a guardian.

Chen Changqing's predecessor was an intern in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-level Demon Suppression Envoy.

Have the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long, Chen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and it presents a different tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.

At this time, the attic door is open and occasionally someone enters and exits.

Chen Changqing just hesitated for a moment and then stepped in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

A scent of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow frown instinctively, but it stretched quickly.

The bloody smell on everyone in the Demon Suppression Department is almost impossible to clean.
Chapter completed!