I Created the Salvation Organization

Warren can't remember how many times he hasn't stood on the edge of life and death.

From the moment I was promoted to the fifth-level demon hunter master, all the tasks have been carefully selected.

If you are not sure, you will never pick it up. Sometimes even if you miss the mission and fail, you can escape at will.

But now.

The sense of near-death that had been experienced before, even intoxicated, reappeared, but what it brought was not excitement, but real fear.

It is impossible to escape!

The whole city has become a paradise for monsters, those believers are everywhere, the earth, the wind, buildings... As long as you open your eyes, no matter where you look at or what you look at, there is only one thing you can see. With Zhang Zhang's terrifying face, he really couldn't imagine where he could escape.

I don't even know if there is any need to escape.

But--

He has not been reunited with his daughter, has not fulfilled his wish, but is he going to die here?

Instead of giving up, Warren further squeezed his body, taking out every trace of strength that could erupt from his body and soul! What I think in my mind is not trying my best, but that I must live no matter what.

Dash, Dash, Dash! Sprint towards the vitality that I don't even know!

Until there was a blank in my mind, as if even my thinking was squeezed into strength.

Then, at a certain moment.

Warren seemed to have slammed into something hard, and the faces, roars, and even the sound of the wind all disappeared.

It was not until a long while before the master witcher finally shook his head, and realized something in a dreamlike daze.

"Survived?"

When this information flooded into my mind, my first reaction was not even to confirm the surrounding environment, but my legs went limp, and my whole body suddenly limp on the ground, as if everything that was overdrawn just now poured into my body, crazy Take what is left of your power.

But even so.

My heart is still filled with joy.

Even to the point of wanting to laugh out loud.

Warren has narrowly escaped death countless times, but he has never been as joyful as this time, not only because of the miracle that happened in despair, but also because of his unprecedented desire to survive at this moment.

He wants to survive, more than ever!

"Even if you can't see hope, you can't give up hope...The instructor will not deceive me." Warren took a slow and deep breath and began to observe the surrounding situation.

He is very clear that the crisis this time is not over, and there will be various unimaginable crises in this cruel war, but he feels that the self at this moment is completely different from the self just now .

He no longer worries about whether humanity will win, no longer paralyzes himself with hopes that he has never seen with his own eyes.

Just relying on the desire to live and the confidence that he will never give up is enough to make him go on passionately.

If Shen Yi stood in front of him at this moment, he would definitely say - this is what he has been looking forward to, the growth that belongs to human beings.

In Shen Yi's eyes, this growth is more precious than anything else, because it represents the potential of human beings, and also represents the meaning of protecting human reason.

However, at this moment, Warren has no more thoughts to experience his own changes in detail.

He began to look around, especially what he had bumped into.

That's a sculpture.

It is not a sculpture in the shape of a human being, but more like a chaos. On the edge of the hollow sphere, there are many reliefs representing wind, as well as thunder and lightning. In the middle of the sphere, there is a liquid like mercury slowly flowing. flow.

Wind, water, thunder, earth.

The four worship symbols of the Four Elephants.

So it couldn't be more clear.

"This is the statue of the Four Elephants...so hard." Warren looked at the statue, looked around, and understood that this was his destination, the church of the Four Elephants, and he also understood why The countless monsters outside will stop, probably the church is an inviolable sacred place for those believers.

but......

Doesn't it mean that he only needs to go to the cellar and place the materials for the formation, and he will be able to complete the task?

Before Warren was overjoyed, a voice without fireworks suddenly rang in his ears.

"This is not the statue of the Four Elephants."

"Who!" Warren jumped away.

Two daggers have appeared in his hands.

A demon hunter is an extraordinary profession that captures all kinds of dangerous existences. He doesn't know when it started, but the perception ability that he relies on for survival seems to have completely lost its function.

It was like this outside just now, and it is also like this now.

Then, Warren saw the voice.

A thin, hunched waist, in the dim light, he looked like an old man who could be blown down by a gust of wind.

But the old man who spoke out didn't look at Warren at all, he was just looking at the sculpture.

"It's amazing."

He stretched out his hand, as if stroking the delicate body of his lover, stroking the lines on the sculpture, his muddy eyes were full of ambivalence that was both disgust and obsession.

"Ever since I converted to the embrace of God, I have always wanted to portray the appearance of God, so that all devout believers can see the true meaning of God..." The old man's voice was soft and slow, like Some kind of wind whispered, "But I can't do it, no matter how I design it, no matter how I make it, I can't touch one billionth of God, but even so, this is still the greatest thing I have ever made. His works...are just the superficial and ugly imaginations of believers who are overwhelmed, but they are still invincible...you say, what kind of honor should a real god have? What kind of mighty force?"

The old man's words seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking questions, and his language and demeanor revealed some kind of confusion.

Warren understood that this was a follower of an evil god.

Even this god statue in this god religion seems to have been designed and made by this old man.

Take a closer look.

The old man's calloused hands and the position of the calluses seemed to indicate that this was a sculptor, a craftsman, and there was no trace of spiritual power on his body. He looked like an ordinary like craftsmen.

Warren, however, isn't letting his guard down one iota.

Not to mention that he had already suffered during the day, just because the old man appeared in this strange place at this time, he could not tolerate any carelessness.

So Warren didn't answer.

Looking at the old man's gaze that was always on the sculpture, Warren was cautious, and even used a concealed technique to make himself back away little by little without making a sound.