metal empire

Chapter 314 The God of War Messenger

When Yang Ming passed through the alien gold portal and returned to the underground temple of Custo, the old man's eyes were still full of unbelievable requests. I touched every trace of the block up and down, but no matter what, I couldn't find a place where people could get in.

At this moment, Yang Ming came out with the huge water tank, which was filled with spring water from Pandora, the source of life.

"See if you need such spring water."

Once entering the Kratos Alien Gold, except for the current three forms that can be used, the rest are still in a sealed state, Yang Ming lightly jumped to the top of the water tank, filled some spring water with the scoop prepared in advance, and came to the old man's room before.

The old man took the ladle in Yang Ming's hand, and his hands trembled slightly with excitement. He slowly inserted his fingers into the spring water, only to hear the sound of sizzle, and the old man's hand touched the spring water A large amount of gray mist began to emerge from the place, and this spring water was like the nemesis of this mist. The gray death air from the part where the old man touched the spring water began to flee crazily.

"It's this kind of spring water, it's this kind of spring water, this feeling is really wonderful."

An expression of extreme excitement appeared on the old man's face, he jumped onto the water tank several meters high with a whoosh, his movements were so light that it was impossible to tell that he was an old man, and then slowly submerged his whole body into the spring water middle.

"Grumbling..."

I saw a lot of gray bubbles popping out from the old man's body immersed in the spring water. Once these bubbles entered the air, they disappeared without a trace, as if they had been purified.

The bubbles in the spring water became more and more urgent, and the spring water in the entire water tank seemed to be boiling. It took more than ten minutes to slow down until finally there were no gray bubbles coming out. Ming watched from the side. He really didn't know how much death air the old man had absorbed in his body. It would take such a long time to completely purify it.

"Whoa!"

The old man slowly came out of the spring water, six pairs of shiny golden wings flapped behind his wet body, these wings even dragged the old man's body up and floated in the air, just like the angels in western mythology .

"What is the wing behind you?"

Looking at Yang Ming's envious eyes, the old man smiled and said, "This is the power we got from the God of War, Custo. We call it divine power, and it is a higher power than elemental power. I am here with you. I also felt a power similar to the power of the elements."

"Divine power? Is there really a 'god' in this universe?"

Yang Ming asked curiously.

The old man nodded and said: "We, the descendants of the God of War, believe in the God of War, and he gives us strength. Although we have never seen the true God descend, we all believe that God exists."

"Since gods exist, why didn't he come to save you when the destructive creatures appeared back then?"

"Perhaps, we did something that offended the Great God of War and he punished us with it. Every [-] combat power condenses into one wing. It is said that after ten wings, you can break the shackles of this cosmic rule and go to a higher level. The universe, the universe where the gods live."

Listening to the old man's words, Yang Ming shook his head. Yang Ming has been an atheist since he was a child, so he doesn't really believe in the existence of gods in this universe. Maybe it's just some extremely powerful civilizations.

"The messenger of the God of War, thank you for bringing the holy water to help us, now please come with me to accept the worship of the descendants of the God of War."

Yang Ming followed the old man to the front of the main hall, and saw a lot of people gathered under the high steps. Although they looked at Yang Ming curiously, none of them dared to step up the steps.

"Yi Qing, ring the bell and call all the clansmen to come."

Standing respectfully below, the young man who brought Yang Ming here before nodded, and quickly came to a bell tower not far away. For important matters, the descendants of God of War living in this space at the moment, no matter what they are doing at the moment, put down the things in their hands and headed towards the small square in front of the temple.

About half an hour later, all the descendants of the God of War arrived. They stood under the steps and looked at Yang Ming who was standing side by side with the old man curiously, not knowing what happened.

"My compatriots, we have been waiting for thousands of years. We always firmly believe that the great God of War has not abandoned us. Today, the great God of War finally sent an envoy to save us. He will invade us by washing with the sacred spring water. The power of death within the body restores life to our bodies and leads us, the descendants of the God of War, to regain our former glory."

"God of War, God of War, God of War..."

There was a sound of cheering from below, and they lay prone on the ground with extremely pious eyes. This kind of firm belief without any distracting thoughts is extremely rare.

"I, Yang Ming, the messenger of the God of War, came to this world in place of the God of War. From today onwards, the glory of the God of War will dispel the breath of death little by little, and the evil power will be obliterated. The light will shine on this land forever."

Yang Ming shouted these words out of his throat with the loudest voice he could make. Having had several brief experiences as a magic stick, he managed to shout out these short sentences smoothly. The louder the shouts became, the more Yang Ming began to feel that it was a pity not to act.

"Now, each tribe enters into the holy water to bathe in order to get rid of the breath of death on their bodies and regain their vitality."

Following Yang Ming's words, the descendants of the God of War lined up and entered the huge water tank one by one. Bubbles kept rising, and almost every clansman who lived here all year round absorbed a large amount of death breath in their bodies. The bubbles are the best proof.

After watching for a while, Yang Ming felt a little lack of interest. He walked to the side hall and sat down, and the old man followed.

"I have some power that I can't use after coming here as if it was sealed. Do you know what's going on?"

Yang Ming asked, if his power to control metal and summon mechanical creatures hadn't been sealed, then his strength would have greatly increased. Except for those terrifying guys with hundreds of thousands of strength, he wasn't afraid of those ordinary skeletons at all.

"It's like this, because you are not an aborigine of the God of War Origin Star Questo, so the power in your body is suppressed by the God of War God's power from the God of War Origin Star, so you can't display it."

"Is there any way to relieve this suppressive force?"

Yang Ming asked eagerly, if this suppressing force could be lifted, then Yang Ming would not be so suppressed on Custor Star in the future.

"There are ways, as long as we can retake a city on the ground, and use the real temple in the city to make the God of War accept you and recognize you, then from now on you can freely use your power on the source star of the God of War."

(End of this chapter)