Chapter 2041 The God who exists in the world?

The bone-bone-black cold began to spread across the old man's limbs.

He stared at the young man in front of him, as if he wanted to see him through.

But, unfortunately, in Lin Junhe's deep eyes, he got nothing.

He was called a prophet in the tribe, and his sharp eyes were said to be able to see through all things in the world.

But at this moment, in front of Lin Junhe, he suddenly discovered it.

I am completely a fool.

Not to mention everything in the world, even such a young man in front of him could not see through even a slight slightest bit.

"Who are you..."

He took a deep breath and the old man spoke in a deep voice. At the same time, his right hand had been secretly pressed against his waist.

Taka's pupils shrank, and he immediately noticed the old man's little movements. He was about to pounce over to stop him, but Lin Junhe stopped him.

Shaking his head at Taka, Lin Junhe looked at the old man and spoke lightly.

"Get it on, let me see what you have."

"You only have one chance."

Lin Junhe's tone was very calm, but the old man felt great pressure from it.

It seemed like a waterfall was falling from a hundred feet high peak and hitting his body.

"Young man, you will regret it."

As the cold voice opened his mouth, the old man suddenly crushed a pendant on his waist.

It was a pendant carved from ivory, but it was no longer as white as ivory, but was covered with mottled blood marks.

"The God of Blood will give you death and endless torture!"

The moment the ivory pendant was crushed, the old man's expression suddenly became excited.

A crazy look burned in his eyes, and even his voice began to become hoarse.

At the same time, a huge black shadow began to condense behind the old man.

"Is this...that the last time the priest called out?"

Through the prototype of this black shadow, Lin Junhe could see that whether it was the old man or the priest they wanted to summon the last time, they should have the same thing.

However, this old man was obviously stronger than the previous priest.

The shape of this black shadow is more realistic than what Lin Junhe had seen last time.

Although it still cannot see its full picture at all, one of its palms has been condensed.

It was a palm that was similar to humans but not the same. There were mottled blood stains on it, and there were sharp claws more than ten centimeters long left at the fingertips, showing a dazzling scarlet color.

"Scared?"

Looking at the silent Lin Junhe, the old man suddenly laughed: "Haha, this is the God of Blood, the supreme existence we believe in."

"You will be honored to be a sacrifice and become a part of the endless river of blood!"

The old man spoke excitedly, and at the same time stretched out his dry fingers and pointed them at Lin Junhe a little harder.

In an instant, the phantom behind him also moved, stretching out his blood-red palm and shooting a terrifying scarlet column of light towards Lin Junhe.

Liu Ruoxue and others were almost frightened by this scene so that their blood was almost condensed.

What is this situation, witchcraft?

There is such a terrifying thing in this world?

Mysterious existences such as magic, witchcraft, and the like are not unfamiliar with Liu Ruoxue and others.

Because you can get some exposure to film and television, and various literary works.

but……

These existences that they originally thought were fiction suddenly turned into reality and appeared before them.

The shock this brought to them is no longer something that language can describe.

But Lin Junhe shook his head slightly.

"You are stronger than the guy last time, but unfortunately, you're still too weak."

Without any action, he just glanced at the old man indifferently.

"boom!!"

With just one glance, the scarlet column of light was wiped out.

With just one glance, the illusion behind the old man disappeared.

Even the illusion behind him had disappeared, and the old man's face still maintained the previous excitement and joy.

Because of him, there was no time to change his expression.

Because all this is just a matter of a moment!

It was only one second, but to the old man, it was like spending a century.

He couldn't believe that the god he believed in and all the power he had called him had been smashed by the young man in front of him in an instant!

"No, no, no!!"

"This is impossible!!"

It took three seconds before the old man reacted.

He roared wildly and roared, his whole mental state was obviously in a mess.

Because his belief that has always supported him has collapsed because of Lin Junhe!

In despair, the old man was so confused that he suddenly burst into laughter when he looked at Lin Junhe and Taka.

"You're done, you're playing."

"God is already angry, you cannot escape the fate of death."

"The Taka tribe is about to perish, and your soul will suffer eternal torture!!"

The old man's words are directed at Taka, while the second half is directed at Lin Junhe.

His words made Taka tremble all over and understand something.

"Did... the Uto tribe attack our tribe again?"

On the side, Lin Junhe was unmoved. The old man's threat was just a joke to him.

He has killed all the true gods.

Now, a primitive evil god born on the African continent is also trying to make him feel scared?

A foolish dream!

A purple light flashed in his eyes, and Lin Junhe stared at the old man: "Tell me, what do you want to do to the Taka tribe?"

After being stared like this, the old man trembled all over and his eyes suddenly became dull.

"The gods gave us the will to destroy all the tribes around us."

"Our warriors, within today's day, should have arrived at the Taka tribe."

"What?" Seeing that the guess came true, Taka suddenly became anxious.

"How many warriors have you bastards sent to attack our tribe?"

He rushed forward and grabbed the old man's neckline.

The old man, on the other hand, pointed out the two words that made Taka extremely desperate.

"one hundred."

One hundred people, this number is not too many.

In college, this is just a big class figure.

but……

As a small tribe that struggles to survive in this primeval forest, the total number of their tribe is only about one hundred.

Among them, there are a large number of elderly, weak, women and children.

Those who can be called warriors may be less than thirty.

He could have predicted what the fate of the Taka tribe would be if nearly three times the number of people crushed.

Lin Junhe noticed another message in the old man's words at this time.

"The Gods delivered their will?"
Chapter completed!