Lugia, my name of the elf

"Master Delong, he is actually dead!" Alor's eyes widened, and his clenched fists could not help but become a little heavier.

The young leader of the sub-island understood the price to pay for the tribe's rebirth.

But when the people around him really left one after another, he realized how heartbreaking it would be.

Alor no longer chooses to endure. It is Delong's awareness and opportunity as the leader of the sub-island, and it must not be wasted.

Alor rushed out from behind the stone wall of the bunker, taking the lead and shouting loudly:

"Fighters! Come with me, we must do everything we can to stop the devil!"

"The new life and future of the Seven Islands Tribe must not be terminated!"

Alor's roar, bolstered by the mysterious runes on his body, shook the whole place, resounding in everyone's ears, inspiring all the warriors.

"Warriors! Give our lives! Stop the devil!"

"We can't let this beast harm the Seven Islands tribe anymore!"

"This is the final battle! For the Seven Islands, for the tribe!"

When Huo Yin, Gavin, and Ryan saw Delong's death, they were deeply moved in their hearts. They led their soldiers in an almost suicidal charge towards the devil!

"For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!"

"For the tribe!"

Hundreds of warriors picked up bone knives, bows and arrows, and shouted loudly. Their momentum reached its peak in no time!

The warriors rushed towards the demon god who they feared in the past, the existence that the ancestors of the tribe feared, the demon that was shackled in the throat of the Seven Islands, without hesitation;

Delong's death did not make any soldier depressed or demoralized;

Instead, it aroused the ferocious spirit hidden deep in the bones of the people of the Seven Islands.

The Seven Island Tribe is the people of the sea. They have the calmness of the sea and the anger of the sea!

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When the demon god saw these lowly creatures that should have been slaughtered by it, at this moment, he actually dared to swing his sword and shoot arrows at them!

Its eyes spurted out even more anger and violence, and it vowed to make these damn humans truly learn to give up.

No longer paying attention to the sacrificial altar, the demon could not suppress the anger and desire to kill in his heart;

It replaced the short legs with two tentacles and rushed towards the warriors;

According to its thinking, since these stupid humans want to play close combat with it, it's better to play with them.

Although the super power and evil energy in the demon god's body are inexplicably blocked, it is far beyond what ordinary people can resist!

"Come on!"

"Stop the devil!"

"For the tribe!"

In a short time, countless warriors rushed over, screaming and shouting, and rushed under the demon god;

They waved their bone knives and shot out all the stone arrows they carried;

For them, this is the final battle, without any reservations, and they must give everything they have.

There was a sick and twisted feeling in the demon god's eyes, and he had already thought of the beautiful scene of a river of blood.

Its stubby lower limbs are self-sufficient in the earth, and it violently waves two huge tentacles;

The tip of the tentacle is like a sharp blade, mercilessly slashing at the overestimating human beings.

This time, no miracle happened. Even if the demon god could not use the energy in his body, the powerful physical power was definitely not something that ordinary mortals could resist!

"what!!!"

"Uh!"

"Damn beast!"

"Hold on! Hold on!"

"You must not let it get close to the altar!!!"

The soldiers were determined and even brave enough to die.

But the huge tentacle just waved, and nearly ten warriors were affected;

Suddenly, the severed limbs and arms were cut off in the wind, and the body was separated before he could even cry out, and he died on the spot.

The Demon God did not give the warriors any chance to breathe, and the second blow after breaking into the crowd followed closely;

A large number of casualties immediately appeared among the tribe, and the death toll increased sharply!

In this case, injury is equivalent to death, because no one can treat the injured warrior in time.

The demon god waved two huge tentacles, like the death-death scythe of the god of death, mercilessly cutting down the warriors in front of him row after row like ears of wheat.

The blood is scattered in all directions like fallen leaves in the autumn wind;

Flesh and blood, even if they leave the body, are still alive on the cold stone slab.

The broken palms, arms, and lower limbs are still recording the last commands of the nerves, trembling and twisting.

The head, with angry eyes open, seems to continue to stare at the demon after death, looking forward to its fate of escaping.

Those who were still full of life before, and some even had extremely young faces, are now gone forever.

They have become the past, and they can no longer see the future of the tribe, nor what it will be like when the tribe has a new faith.

The demon just waved his huge tentacles a few times, causing the tribe to wail.

In front of the Demon God, there were already corpses everywhere!

This extreme gap in combat power between the two sides made it almost impossible for the Seven Island Tribe to actually cause harm to the Demon God.

All the tribal warriors can do is use their lives to exchange for time and gain time for the priest to summon the gods.

By this time, all the soldiers knew clearly;

To move forward is to die;

To wield a knife means to die;

Screaming is also a way to die;

But everyone also understands that this is the path they must take!

For the new faith, the Sunnah has no regrets!

The soldiers stepped on the blood and corpses of their former comrades and launched a truly fearless charge towards the devil!

The road to finding faith is doomed to countless ups and downs, and it is also doomed to be a difficult and bumpy road.

Just when the hearts of the soldiers were being cruelly tested, hope came in time.

The fifth prismarine has already lit up!

By this time, everyone understood that they were one step closer to the hope of victory. The seven-island tribe's life free from the claws of the devil was not far ahead.

On the sacrificial altar, the god-calling ceremony hosted by Poseline was always the same and never stopped;

Even though she was a young priest just a moment ago, she heard the mournful cries of countless warriors;

Even though the blood, which was more pungent than before, swept through her body, mind and soul with the sea breeze, she still did not stop for a moment.

The more people died, the less she could give up;

Poseline will never allow these people to die and become worthless because of her own cowardice and cowardice!

She must be stronger than ever.

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On the side, the island leaders who were waiting for the opportunity finally made a move;

"Huo Yin, Gavin, Alor, do it!" Ryan, the head of the sub-island, shouted.

"Got it! Just follow the previous plan."

"For killing so many warriors, this beast should pay some price!"

"For the Horde! It must be stopped!"

In the exchanges between the leaders of the sub-islands, there was no longer any respect for the devil, and they were completely determined to fight to the death.

Their speed and timing of entering the battlefield are far beyond what ordinary warriors can match.

The four people held thick ropes and moved in four directions, with four sliding shovels in front and back, and rushed to the feet of the devil;

Among them, Alor, who had the mysterious rune, was particularly fast. The devil didn't even have time to react. As soon as he lowered his head, the person was already at his feet.

The Demon God's face gradually became a little ugly, and it wasn't because of these annoying ants;

But since the fifth stone lit up, the fear and anxiety in its heart have become so strong that it can no longer be suppressed!