I seem to be an evil god

Things seemed really serious today. Several demon hunters who usually liked to talk in the guild also kept silent at this time.

Sometimes these lively bloodline teases couldn't help but want to open their mouths. The surrounding demon hunters glanced at them, and their cheerful words were stifled by their chilling auras.

The demon hunters in black trench coats walked quietly in the white mist, and their solemn feeling gave people fear, like a group of reapers about to receive their scythes.

‘Today’s formation is to honor someone, right? ’

The team was not moving very fast, but they did not go to the big square in the center of the city as Liu Dao expected.

‘We are heading in the wrong direction. Isn’t the main square the center of the market? ’

The team of demon hunters at this moment did not have the majestic and high-spirited momentum when they set off a few days ago, but they were more respectable than that moment. It was a kind of respect that was silent and filled with fear.

The team of demon hunters headed south. In Liu Dao's memory, there should be a huge swamp outside the south city gate. Going to that swamp in such a foggy world is not a good idea.

After leaving the south city gate, Liu Dao's vision was occupied by a huge creature. This was a giant turtle that could not be described as a hill.

The swamp in Liu Dao's memory has long been filled with the huge limbs of this dragon. This huge dragon beast lies there, but its silent figure is more frightening than the roaring beast.

The back of this turtle-shaped dragon is covered with mist, but the wall made of black bricks and stones can still be vaguely seen, with the huge Demon Hunter Guild's logo engraved on it.

At this time, two golden vertical pupils opened on the 'hillside' in front of Liu Dao and the others, and a low-pitched but deafening voice came.

"We meet again, little ones."

At this time, President Nazha stepped forward to talk. The president, who usually stood out among the crowd, could barely look into the eyes of this dragon beast.

"Lord Dragon Turtle, please allow us to bury the thirteen newly deceased companions."

"Someone died again. You little guys are really fragile."

President Nazha did not speak. She did not want to admit the fragility of human beings, but she also had to face the ruthless reality.

Compared to these giant beasts that can live for hundreds of years and have bodies as big as mountains and rivers, humans are just fragile.

"Where's that little guy named Yasuo? Have you put away his broken knife?"

There was some helplessness in the giant beast's voice, but it was more like a kind elder dealing with playful children.

"President Arthur was seriously injured and has gone to Wangdu to recuperate." Master Nazha's expression was heavy and her voice was so calm that no trace of ripples could be heard.

"Does even Yasuo have to move towards this ending? Human beings are really fragile." The first fragile sentence of this giant dragon may have some ridicule, but at this time it is more of a helpless sigh.

Master Nazha did not speak, but silently saluted to the dragon beast. The huge turtle-shaped sub-dragon closed its eyes, lowered its head to the ground, and turned into the rocky hillside again.

Master Nazha led the team, and the demon hunters climbed on the huge head of this dragon beast together.

During this process, all the black boxes were held tightly in their arms. Several of the old demon hunters were a little embarrassed because of this, but they refused to be supported by others and climbed up alone.

Liu Dao fell far behind at the end of the team. From the moment he boarded the dragon beast, Liu Dao always felt that eyes were watching him, and that aggressive gaze seemed to have seen through him.

"Little guy, you are very lucky." Just when Liu Dao was about to climb onto the turtle shell, the deep voice of the sub-dragon giant turtle sounded again.

"Having experienced that kind of impact, I hope you can take advantage of this gift from God."

The old Yalong's words shocked Liu Dao's mind, almost making him think that all his secrets had been exposed.

Master Nazha, who was at the front of the team, glanced back. Even though he was separated by hundreds of people and tens of meters away, the penetrating power in his eyes still made Liu Dao feel hairy.

No matter how panicked he was, Liu Dao remained calm on the surface: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

However, his expression was very unnatural at this moment. When he was acting normally, Liu Dao would always have a little smile on his expression. At this moment, his stiff, dead face was really not deceptive.

Master Nazha didn't say much today. She looked back at the front of the team and squeezed out two words: "Follow up."

Liu Dao followed the team anxiously. He now had no doubt that the dragon turtle could bite him to death at any time. After all, the ability he possessed was too terrifying.

However, after following the team quietly for a while, Liu Dao calmed down. He thought carefully that this dragon beast probably didn't know his abilities. After all, in addition to the terrifying power of blood transformation, he had also experienced The aftermath of the battle between the two gods was the fragments of a system that once held a powerful artifact...

After climbing a mountain road on Yalong's back, Liu Dao walked under the black wall that he had observed before. The wall was already very high when seen from below. When he got closer, Nazha would be more than two meters long. He seems to be only half as tall as this wall.

There is a huge black door in the center of the wall. On the door is carved a huge skull head, and it is not the kind of relief with only a thin layer. This skull sculpture is very three-dimensional, as if it is really inlaid on the original iron door. It's like a skull entering.

Arriving at the door, Master Nazha and the old demon hunters silently placed the black boxes on the ground. These dark and exquisite stone boxes were lined up in a row in front of the wall.

Afterwards, this row of people watched the wall slowly step back. Their steps were uniform and even the rhythm was almost the same, as if they were performing some mysterious ritual.

At this moment, two green lights suddenly appeared from the skull on the door, and more than a dozen iron hooks flew out of the terrifying mouth. They all grabbed the black box left on the ground and dragged it towards the skull's mouth. go.

President Nazha and the others watched the process in silence, and some in the team of demon hunters behind them even cried softly, unable to hide themselves.

When he arrived here, Liu Dao had already understood that this should be the cemetery where the demon hunters buried their bodies, and when the annual fog fair began, it was also the day when the demon hunters paid homage to their predecessors.

What happened next was as Liu Dao expected. After the chains brought the black box inside, the closed door opened, revealing the neat tombstones inside.

Liu Dao looked at these tombstones, which not only recorded the names of the demon hunters, but also described in detail the last battle of these demon hunters.

Liu Dao followed the team and wandered through the cemetery. He was surprised to find that all the demon hunters buried here died in battle. It seemed that no demon hunters died of old age.

This made Liu Dao very puzzled. Birth, old age, illness and death were all human beings. There were so many demon hunters, how could there be no one who died normally?

The entire cemetery is a square rectangle. Under the leadership of Master Nazha, the demon hunters started from the outside and spiraled inward bit by bit. The battle deeds recorded on the tombstones became more and more exaggerated.

When they reached the center of the cemetery, Liu Dao could no longer think about the weirdness of the cemetery. He looked at the 13 tombstones in the center of the cemetery with red eyes, and his mouth opened in surprise.

'I, Liu Dao, have a very bold idea...'