Guild of Braves.
The most mysterious existence in this world.
As an existence similar to a professional union, the Brave Union has never provided any occupations. As a professional union recognized by various countries and recognized by the Twelve Hours, the Brave Union has always only provided a window for people to receive or release tasks. Of course, there are also some local unions that provide special services, such as inscribing some runes.
The headquarters of the Brave Guild is the Brave Guild in the city-state of Victoria. It is also the first professional union on the entire continent that was established by the original braves and carved runes and inscriptions. This union is not under the jurisdiction of the city lord's palace, and even the "Twelve Moments" organization co-founded by the Twelve Churches cannot have direct jurisdiction over the Brave Union, and at most it has a little suggestion power.
Although most professional unions are independent of the Twelve Hours, they need to act in accordance with the Twelve Hours rules in many places. After all, although professional unions also have organizations like the "Twenty-Four United Trade Unions" at the Twelve Quarters, they are just the union of the twenty-four strongest unions on the road.
But behind the twelve moments is God.
This is a bit of a joke. To be honest, if you just look at strength, there is actually not much difference between the Twelve Quarters and the professional union. After all, the magnitude of the professional union is here. However, if you involve the gods, then there is no need to play.
When the brothers are still here discussing whether Zhang Fei can kill Jia Baoyu with a spear, what does it mean that you just take out a nuclear fusion generator from your crotch?
The magnitudes are different, and no matter how much quality there is, it is still a weak quality.
Therefore, in front of the twelve moments, professional trade unions are really not enough for others. Even the most trashy and flamboyant Dead Ghost Church...
Not counting this, their family members are all dead.
Even the currently unknown church that is bombarding the church due to the unclear purpose of the church, the indifference of the gods, and the excessive Buddhist system is still much stronger than the most powerful professional church. Therefore, in this world, most trade unions dare not go against the church. Of course, the church is not crazy. It will attack a trade union whenever it sees one. In fact, churches and trade unions in this world get along very harmoniously.
After all, the church also needs to eat, and the goddess of life doesn’t care about farming.
"Variety..."
Looking at the tall tower in the distance, Naser sighed. As the vice president of the Brave Union, when he saw Zhou Li in the Twilight Forest, he knew that this was a brave man who was destined to be restless.
At first, Naser saw the hatred for the gods in Zhou Li's eyes, but he did not inform Zhou Li of the gods' conspiracy as Emperor Chong told him. After all, those eyes full of hatred left a deep impression on him, and he did not dare to completely ignite the fire in Zhou Li's heart.
Human beings are not ready for adulthood.
This is not escape or fear, but a helpless reality.
Among the countries in this world, Tarik is still the most advanced and the most united country.
This country can work together to do one thing, let its soldiers fight for the country without any complaints, and let the people contribute to their country from the bottom of their hearts. They can fight against the twelve quarters and against the gods, because they are Tariq.
But what about other countries?
Under the seemingly perfect political system of Yingnan, there is an increasingly strong atmosphere of confrontation between capitalists and workers. Each region is almost obsessed with dividing its own interests. The overly dispersed rights make the Yingnan government have no time to take care of other regions. If Zhou Li had not saved Jordan, it is unknown whether Yingnan would have been divided into several small countries.
Magnum? To be honest, if Yingnan was because the previous king was too incompetent and the government failed, then Magnan was because the third-generation old man was too dazzling and made the country seem like nothing.
Yes, nothing.
Among the current leaders of these countries, apart from Mr. Muqi who died at the hands of God, the one Nasser admired and regretted the most was Magnum III. After all, a person with such ambitions and even a vision that surpasses everyone else can be parallel to Nasser who knows history. Such a person can be called
The "great" monarch was born in a country that was physically corrupt but could not be shaken.
Therefore, if Tariq really raises the banner of rebellion against the gods, what awaits them will definitely not be a gathering of responses and assistance from all directions. Tarik's fate will most likely be that he will be eaten by Twelve Hours and those greedy hyena-like countries, and may even become their breeding ground.
Then, the world is completely over.
The pioneers of revolution can die heroically, or they can live towards death. But they are the only ones who cannot be eaten and ridiculed. Once the forerunners of the revolution are hung on the wall, and the living people continue to slander and suppress the dead bodies, then the hope of this world will be completely lost.
After all, no matter how much you kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, it is better to kill a giant chicken like Tariq with one knife and then display the horror to various countries.
Gods cannot directly intervene in the world. They live in their own divine kingdom, so they cannot directly destroy Tarik with a divine punishment. However, the blessings they give to believers are real, and the benefits they promise are real and cannot be refused by those countries.
Therefore, if Tarik is really being coerced into rebelling against God, then Tarik is not the only one who will be ruined.
And the whole world.
"The Voyager's hard work cannot be ruined by you..."
Stretch out your hand and gently open the door to the void. Naser's figure was swallowed up by the purple space and disappeared into the jungle.
"Truth Church..."
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"Hoo, hoo"
Fantes, whose mouth was full of blood, was supported by Zhou Li. He was wearing rough clothes and his lungs, which were cut off, were working hard to provide him with oxygen. The healers on the side swarmed in, but after testing, they all said helplessly that the injuries on Fantes were the same as those of a dead person, and the treatment was simply to prolong his pain.
However, Fants expressed no regrets about this. He only asked to extend his life for a few minutes, and that was enough.
With the ability to return to the light, Fantes's face turned rosy and the blood in his mouth stopped. This barbarian from the north looked at Zhou Li and said to him completely:
"We were in the Northland forest, fighting, fighting those soldiers, and winning. Then we met a woman."
"That woman's hair is white, and her whole body is white. She has no emotions. She is not indifferent, she has no emotions at all."
"She floats in mid-air and can easily control the emotions in our hearts. Everyone else was trapped by her, and they gave me a chance to escape, so I could escape here."
Fanters took a deep breath, and then continued: "She can control the emotions in people's hearts, making them unable to move or attack. She can also control people's minds. Mr. Kenny's mind was controlled by her and he was unable to pass through the void. She came back to report the news. But she didn’t kill anyone else. She kept saying that she wouldn’t hurt anyone, but she just needed others to contribute their emotions.”
After coughing twice, Fantes felt a little sweet in his mouth. He is not afraid of death. Even after his parents and brothers were massacred by soldiers armed with sharp blades, Fantes has been living in confusion. If Gerost hadn't found him three years ago and taken him as his apprentice, he might have spent his life like a beast in the wasteland.
He feels that he is neither great nor a hero. The great ones are their own teachers, the seniors who have delayed themselves. He is just a wanderer, his life is cheap and worthless. Others are leaders in various churches, and they are all people who can enjoy glory and wealth. They are not afraid of death and are much more powerful than themselves.
Fantes's consciousness began to fade. He knew that his injuries were incurable. After all, the woman crushed her internal organs directly through blood. In fact, his liver and gallbladder had been completely crushed. If it weren't for the Northlander's heart and lungs being naturally deviated, I'm afraid he would have died long ago.
Do you want to say some last words?
Fantes suddenly remembered that when his teacher told him stories before, he always said that those soldiers would give some last words before they died. But he thought about it and didn't know what to say.
Oh, by the way, I have to thank the teachers and others.
They are really heroes...
"Thank you, teachers and others, for me."
Fantes sat beside him with a body like an iron tower. He looked at Zhou Li with no sadness or pain, only deep admiration, "They are very powerful."
"the same as you."
Zhou Li stared at Fantes in front of him, with only a certain look in his eyes, and his tone was calm and loud, "You are also very powerful."
"Yeah?"
The northern barbarian nodded, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Looking at this man with whom he had only met a few times, Zhou Li stepped forward and wrapped him with the power of disaster. In this case, even if a battle breaks out here, his body will not be affected.
This is war, a deadly war.
There was no time for sensationalism or reminiscence, and Zhou Li was not angry at Fantes' death. He still maintained the purest calmness, constantly analyzing the intelligence brought by Fants in his mind.
Contribute emotions...
Zhou Li raised his head and looked at the heart that was beginning to be stained with various colors. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind. Finally, a bold but common-sense possibility appeared in his mind.
What Anya wants to do may not be to make the Tariq people fall into despair.
On the contrary, what she wanted was another emotion.
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"After all these years, you still haven't made any progress."
Looking at Huang Yi, who had most of his ribs broken by his own punch, a trace of disappointment flashed in the old man's eyes, "Have you not begged to the great god yet?"
"I beg your mother to die violently."
Huang Yi replied with the simplest curse words, and then the sharp blade in his hand turned into a ray of cold light and struck the old man's head.
There are two major types of professional abilities in the Church of War. One is "Individual Combat" which is invincible in small-scale battlefields, and the other is "War Fever" which is responsible for harvesting or fighting AOE in large battlefields. Now, the former is used between Huang Yi and the old man, which is a one-on-one or small-scale battle.
This kind of fighting is all about punching to the flesh and striking with a knife. The Church of War is called the Church of Madmen for no reason. After all, destroying the church will not allow its own believers to exchange their lives for others. But that's what the Church of War is all about. What they pursue is to trade injuries for lives.
But the problem is, the old man is not afraid of death.
After the former pope of this war church was reincarnated in the filthy earth, he could reassemble and regenerate after his death. To be honest, this kind of thing is just for fun, it just belongs to the kind of behavior where you have to play with the wind and moon shadow for a long time. But if you can't stand it, people can really be resurrected. If they die, they will turn to gray, and if they solidify, they will be resurrected.
This is not the Pope, this is compressed ashes.
At the same time as the head was severed, the old man's knife edge cut across Huang Yi's shoulder. After subconsciously dodging, the knife only cut into Huang Yi's shoulder bone.
If you continue like this, you will lose.
Huang Yi looked at the ashes gradually gathering in front of him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He knew that the old man was deliberately irritating him and wanted to trade injuries with him, and then rely on his immortal body to drag himself to death.
but...
"Draw it up."
A loud insult.
But the old man ignored it at all. He just stared at Huang Yi in front of him and said with a sneer: "You just want to defeat me in this way? Then you are looking down too much..."
"Eat my Magnum Iai!!!!!"
Suddenly, Huang Yi turned over and spun around in the air. As he spun and jumped, a gunshot suddenly rang out. The old man's knees exploded and he knelt on the ground instantly.
wrong!
The old man's pupils suddenly tightened. Magnum Juhe was famous, and he had already started to guard against Huang Yi when he heard Huang Yi's words. But his knee was still shattered by a gunshot. This is impossible!
"The ultimate secret of Magnum Iai is to shake people."
watching
Not far away, Izzy slowly put down the revolver in his hand, and Huang Yi gave him a grateful smile. Then, he picked up the long knife and rushed directly towards the old man.
Then he stuffed the hilt of the knife into the old man's mouth.
"Look at you. Look."
Huang Yi directly stretched out his fingers to gouge out the old man's eyes. Without any hesitation, Huang Yi also smashed the old man's ears with two punches. After testing again and again, he discovered that if the old man wanted to return, he had to die in front of him.
In other words, one must be the one to see or hear his death. Even if he is trapped, he can also say that he is dead to confuse Huang Yi, so as to achieve escape and resurrection.
However, I have found a way to crack it.
Huang Yi's method of cracking is very simple. Since you can create death to resurrect, then I will give you a tough one.
He raised the knife and dropped it, and soon, a human stick appeared in Huang Yi's hand.
"Remember, Qili's father's name..."
Riding on the old man's body, Huang Yi's red eyes seemed to be burning with the hottest flames. He swung every punch vigorously, trying to hit the old man's face with his fists.
"You do not deserve!"
