Borg did not participate in the tragic battle to defend Dark Star City. When the borers in the large hole in the dome swarmed down like a tide, he was questioning his god in the empty temple.
"What is true? Or is it not important at all?"
In front of him was the statue of Boggs, the Darkin God.
The slightly opened eyes of the statue seemed to express contempt for Borg, and seemed to think that the other party's question was meaningless.
Borg did not kneel down in front of the statue like before. He had never stood so close to the statue. No, he had never stood in front of the statue.
Now, he was pacing back and forth in front of the statue, asking questions one after another anxiously, his hands constantly slashing downwards, as if to emphasize the point in his question.
"Or is my life a joke? You have tied everyone's life to a set route, which leads to meaningless death?"
Berg immediately shook his head, as if denying his words.
"Look at your congregation, your people, your believers, what they have done...
They are blind to the truth and enthusiastic about lies, and those lies come from your gods.
Did you ask them to do this? What kind of god are you? God of lies? "
Borg looked stunned.
"Oh... you are the god of lies. You used lies to imprison us underground, and locked us together with those borers. You used lies to deceive the people, and let us fight with the borers for generations.
This world is a prison! We are the lock on this cage! Of course, the lock cannot leave the cage. The fate of the lock is to be torn to pieces by the beast in the cage! "
Borg laughed, but stopped suddenly.
He felt the vibration, which came from far to near, like a swarm of beetles squirming together in the tunnel, like the sudden roar of the underground river, like the shouts of the people in the temple square when Fernando was about to be executed.
Borg, who was bossing around the statue just a second ago, looked at the open temple door with a horrified expression. He saw a swarm of borers approaching from far away.
The courage to accuse God completely faded away in a very short period of time. Borg looked around and finally ran towards a small door in the corner of the final hall.
Borg, who was hiding in a dark corner, heard a fierce roar. The roars were continuous, like orders and questions.
Waves of strong vibrations came, and dust fell on Borg's shoulders. He looked around in the darkness with a horrified look on his face, shrinking to a further corner.
There were chaotic sounds outside, the roar of borers smashing the idols, the collapse of pillars, the cracking of the floor, and the overturning of the altar. These sounds mixed together, giving birth to something in Borg's head that was about to explode. A series of questions.
"Why do they come to the temple? Are they not afraid of gods at all?"
He huddled in the corner in confusion and waited for more than half an hour.
For more than half an hour, no borers had visited the small room where he was, but the entire temple was filled with collapse sounds and vibrations.
Just when he heard a heavy step, stopping in front of the inconspicuous wooden door of the hut where he was hiding, a loud roar rang out.
What sounded at the same time were people's shouts filled with fear.
Aren't people afraid? Be afraid, they are only mortals.
A woman wearing insect skin clothes held an iron farm fork tightly in her hands and charged with the people. She had already cried incomprehensibly, but she still had no hesitation.
A young man rushed towards the temple gate wielding a bloody rock knife. It was unknown whose blood was on the sharp blade picked up from around the failed defense circle, but the young man was about to avenge the owner of this weapon.
Ferron swung the hammer and smashed it at the charging borer. The borer that was hit in the head exploded into a black sticky substance. Although it was silent, the huge body still slid forward and rushed out of the court against Ferron. gallery.
Everyone is fighting for survival.
Everyone also knew that the cave passage had been cut off, the underground river had also been blocked, and there was no way out behind them.
"Don't let them rush out of the temple! The temple will limit their rapid speed! We can win this battle!"
"We can win!"
"We can win!"
Everyone's eyes were red with fear. They were covered in black and slimy bodies, and for a while they actually resisted the borer's frontal attack.
However, the good times did not last long.
After a loud roar, the frontal offensive of the borers weakened, and a few borers even withdrew from the front without looking back.
Bokov glanced above his head, and there was a hint of uneasiness in his red eyes.
"They are moving upwards! Kill them while they mobilize their troops! Hurry!"
He waved the rock knife in his hand and cut off the left limb of a borer, and the thick black liquid sprayed in his face.
Another borer waved its arm towards him, its five sharp claws with sharp edges.
Bokov only had one arm, and he was in the neutral position where he had just given the fatal blow to the borer in front of him. He was completely unable to defend against this sudden blow.
Just as he raised his remaining arm to take the blow, a cold white sword light flashed through, and the arm was split in the middle.
His body was light and he was pulled up.
Schliemann glanced at Ampton, who was fighting hard, and said to Bokov: "No, the difference in fighting power is too big. We need to lure these borers away quickly and take us to the secret room."
Bokov gritted his teeth and swung his sword, barely able to block the borer's attack. He pointed the sword back towards the depths of the temple.
"there!"
While waving his long sword, Apton covered the two men as they came forward. In the main hall, which had been turned into a pot of porridge, the three of them moved towards the final hall.
At this time, the effect of the borer's mobilization of troops appeared.
Several borers appeared from the high platform of the temple. They jumped down and smashed balls of blood on the already scorching battlefield at the three only exits.
The wounded and exhausted who had lost their combat power were cut off from their means of survival, and they had to withstand attacks from both sides.
Ferron is one of them.
Although Yuwo's life gave him a strong physique, it did not give him lasting physical strength. Coupled with the blacksmith's sledgehammer, which is difficult for most people to swing, he is now exhausted.
Just when he was being covered by his companions and trying to step back to take a breath, a borer hit the crowd.
Several people were smashed to death on the spot, and a few others became confused in fear and were killed one by one by borers.
With no place to escape and no strength to escape, Ferron gathered his strength and rushed towards the borer, struggling to deliver his final blow.
However, his severely reduced physical strength caused his attack to deform, and in the end it only hit the borer's shoulder.
Although this blow still severely damaged the borer, its counterattack was unavoidable.
"The money hasn't been spent yet! I haven't spent all the money yet!"
Feilong gritted his teeth and tried his best to pull back the hammer and prepare to strike again, but he saw that he could no longer make the trip.
