Gao Wu: You have the strongest physique? I will cultivate automatically.

The sun is shining, and the sun is shining.

Du Xue is a believer of the Goddess of Dawn. She likes dawn, which tears through darkness and brings light to the world.

After hearing the belief doctrine of the Goddess of Dawn, she was deeply attracted. This is a temple that brings hope to all living beings.

So when the Dawn Temple was built in her city, she would come to the temple every morning before sunrise, waiting for the moment of sunrise and praying with the missionaries.

Today, she also came to the temple early. At this time, there were already many people in it. The believers of the Goddess of Dawn developed rapidly. At the beginning, the temple was already full of people.

However, there are not pure believers here. Some people are just looking for a way out for themselves. The goddess of dawn is so powerful. If they find an opportunity to join the temple of dawn through the temple, they will have a backer in the future.

The dome of the temple uses transparent bulletproof glass. The sky has turned blue and dawn is coming.

"All believers, stand up!" The missionary stood at the top and began to prepare for prayer.

All believers stood up, put their hands together in front of their chests, and when the first ray of sunlight fell from the dome into the temple, all believers began to chant the Holy Scripture of Dawn.

"Haha... Dawn brings hope to all beings, ridiculous." At this time, a believer next to Du Xue suddenly started to mock.

His voice was so loud that it drowned out the chanting of all believers. Such rampant words also successfully aroused the anger of other believers.

"Damn pagan, you dare to slander dawn!" Du Xue pointed at the man and scolded him. She would not allow the faith in her heart to be blasphemed.

"Haha, confused little lamb, the God of Curse is the greatest god in the world." The man showed a fanatical expression on his face. The God of Curse is more important than his life.

"Pagan, you are looking for death!" The missionary saw that the man actually preached the faith of the God of Curse in his territory, and his face showed strong anger.

He jumped and grabbed the man like an eagle.

He was a fourth-grade martial artist, which was enough to be a missionary of the temple. After all, almost all the people who came here were warriors or ordinary people.

"Don't overestimate your ability!"

The cultist showed a bloodthirsty sneer on his face. He stretched out his hand and held the missionary's hand first.

The great martial artist's momentum burst out, and the power was activated. The missionary's hand bones felt severe pain and had already cracked faintly.

"Today, you will all die, and all those who believe in the goddess of dawn will die!" The cultist's eyes were deep, and his blood formed a cage to block the entire temple.

The believers panicked. Their faith had not yet reached the point where they were not afraid of life and death. They were terrified and kept screaming to stay away from the cultists.

"Let's start with you." A sickle appeared in the cultist's left hand. The weapon of the God of Curse was the sickle. As a cultist who believed in the God of Curse, he also loved the sickle.

He enjoyed the sound of the sickle cutting the enemy's neck. That sound intoxicated him.

The sickle was placed on the missionary's neck, but he did not act immediately. He enjoyed the feeling of fear in the enemy.

The missionary's face was already panicked at this time. He was also not as crazy as a believer. He was afraid of death.

The coldness on his neck made him feel cold all over. As a martial artist, he almost couldn't stand steadily.

"You are still a missionary. It's really funny. I will cut off your head bit by bit, bit by bit." The cultist became excited. He couldn't wait.

He exerted force with his hand and was about to cut off the missionary's head in the next moment.

But he didn't realize that a transparent bug had already come to his head. The Zerg had already made arrangements in every temple, and any abnormalities were solved as soon as possible.

A long needle spurted out of the assassination bug's mouth and landed on the cultist's head silently.

When the cultist found out, it was too late. The long needle had already penetrated deeply into his head, and then exploded inside his brain, destroying his brain completely.

All the strength in his body was drained away, and he collapsed on the ground with his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes open.

The missionary had closed his eyes, waiting for death to come, but he found that the temple was first quiet, and then there were crazy screams.

And the death he was waiting for did not come. He opened his eyes and saw the cultist who had fallen to the ground.

Many of the cultists were ordinary people who had never been on the battlefield. Seeing the dead at close range scared them pale.

Fortunately, because the cultist was dead, the blockade of the equipment had disappeared, and they quickly went to the temple to get it.

The missionary immediately spread the news of this place.

According to the report from above, such a matter is no longer something he can handle.

Li Weiyi has already known the news immediately. Not only that temple, but the Ancient God Society has sent a total of ten great warriors to attack ten temples, but they were all solved by assassins.

Li Weiyi took out his mobile phone and continued to attract hatred on the Internet.

"Is this your handiwork, sending ten trash to die?"

The senior leaders of the Ancient God Society were furious. They didn't expect to bury ten great warriors in vain. In addition to scaring a small number of believers, there was no gain at all.

You know, it takes a lot of resources to train a great warrior, and it hurts them to waste it like this.

The president of the Ancient God Society came to the top of the tower again. The West Desert Region has been infiltrated by the Zerg in every corner. If the Zerg cannot be solved, all their plans will be in vain.

Unless they attack directly with all their strength, but the Federation will definitely crush them with all their strength.

Therefore, he can only ask for help from the God of Curse. The gods have unpredictable means, and perhaps they can have a way to deal with the Zerg's investigation.

Not long after, the president of the Ancient God Association walked out of the hall, the respect on his face faded, and his face showed madness, cruelty and a trace of fear.

The God of Curse did say that he had a way to deal with the ubiquitous Zerg, and he could even deal with the Zerg Queen, but this would require him to revive more before he could do it.

And to speed up his revival, sacrifices were needed, and the lives of the human race were sacrificed.

One hundred thousand, the God of Curse asked for a hundred thousand people, regardless of gender, age or young.

The God of Curse had already spoken, and the president could only agree.

But he knew that it would not be so easy to complete this matter, and the Ancient God Association might be hit hard by the Federation.

He was also sure that the Federation would retaliate against them crazily, and the days of the Ancient God Association would be even more difficult in the future.

However, thinking of the power of the gods and the other party's promise to help him ascend to the Martial Emperor, the president showed a fanatical expression. Martial Emperor, he had been longing for this realm for too long.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to someone. Only if this person was responsible for this matter could he rest assured.

He returned to his house and waited quietly. Not long after, a fierce-looking middle-aged man pushed the door open and walked in.

Even when he came to the house of the president, he had no habit of knocking on the door.