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Chapter 1016 Son of the Storm 8 [One more update] (for subscription)
Salvatore cautiously walked through the woods. The surrounding dense forest vegetation grew extremely high, covering the edges and blocking the sun, coupled with the heavy humidity, and the muddy land, all of which gave people a feeling of almost suffocation.

Jacob Island is located in an important route, convenient and has an excellent climate.However, it is located in the south. Due to various early agreements, the island has not been developed extensively, so there are still many places that are quite primitive.

Especially the road leading to the Jacob tribe, it can hardly be said that there is a road, but it can only be pointed out in a simple and rude direction. Villages are all determined by luck.

But Salvador knew that since the chief priest had made the decision to hunt, even if he didn't know who the person who actually divided his storm power was, he had to kill him before the opponent awakened.

Because the supreme power, the gifted power from the gods, if it is handed over to the wrong person, it will lead to quite dire consequences.At that time, both kingdoms and even human beings will be destroyed because of this.

The consequences of tragedies caused by the benevolence of many women have been recorded in history. Although Salvador is unwilling to kill people, he is even more unwilling to be infamous for thousands of years. Anyway, the Jacob tribe was called a cannibal tribe in the early years. Treat yourself as acting on behalf of the heavens, just kill the sin in the cradle.

"The climate and terrain are damned! It's thanks to their patience and time to spend in it!" Salvador used his storm power to cut down the surrounding trees and shrubs one by one, cursing in his mouth , It is completely different from the solemn and solemn appearance in the Church of the Storm before, or the appearance of extreme respect for the seniors.

The young man's brows and eyes are thin and sharp, and his eyes look particularly gloomy—although it is not lacking because of the environment, but considering the living environment of Salvador in the past, even though he has been to many quite remote and desolate places because of training, he still really is. I have never acted and performed tasks in such a place.

In particular, his costume of a storm priest has already been bitten by branches and various mosquitoes. Salvador believes that even if he stands on the main altar of the church again at this time, no one will recognize him as the original That proud son of heaven.

"But it doesn't matter. When I kill that guy who dares to compete with me, sooner or later all the honors will be on me!" Salvatore cheered himself up repeatedly while thinking about the guy who dared to compete with me. The Jacobites who fought for the Lord of Storms were full of strength when they were about to fall in a pool of blood.

So what if the faith was converted to their Storm Church?
As the high priest said, these people didn't really want to submit to the Church of Storms at all.At most, they just want to take advantage of the reputation of the Lord of Storms to gain a foothold temporarily, and every year just offering sacrifices is pitifully sluggish.If it weren't for the High Priest's pity, the Lord of Storms would have given up on them just because what these people handed over in a year was less than one percent of that of other places.

And these people still don't know how to be satisfied, they always think that the people from the Storm Church are always making things difficult for them—if he really wanted to make things difficult, how could he let them go back without incident every time?

"The chief priest is right. This is a group of ungrateful people who don't know how to repay their kindness. It doesn't matter if they are really killed. Anyway, I am accumulating blessings for my master." Salvador murmured As he spoke, he continued cutting round after round in the dense forest alone.

However, in the corner that he didn't notice, there was a vine that curled up and unfolded slightly, looking straight in the direction of Salvatore, and then slowly bent down again before he was almost discovered, and then Escape slowly.

Lou Ning stood in the village square, with the villagers of Jacob behind her who were trying to learn new self-defense techniques from her. She closed her eyes and used her divine power to control the plants in the dense forest to protect the uninvited guests. Take a thorough look at everything.

"Stolen the power of the Storm Lord?" Lou Ning has adapted well to the new world these days, and finally figured out how many complicated beliefs, how many humans, and how many strange races are rampant in this world.

She has some doubts about whether it has something to do with the power of returning to the ancestors, but she still can't figure it out, and she doesn't know whether these existences that should be called gods are really her own.

If it is true, based on her previous knowledge, they are not likely to be the kind of people who would do such a thing.

"However, since you will be robbed, doesn't it mean that you are not as skilled as others, and you never thought about trying to improve your affinity or strength, but instead just thinking about killing your competitors all day long?" Lou Ning asked. The logic of Salvador and the chief priest is also drunk. I really didn't expect that they have already claimed to be one of the largest beliefs in the world, and the logic of thinking is still so touching.

"But who in our entire tribe and village has awareness similar to the power of the storm?" Although Lou Ning also considered that the person in Salvador's mouth would be himself, after all, the time he sensed appeared at the same time as himself. There is no difference in time on Jacob Island.

But after so many days of observation, Lou Ning clearly confirmed that her Shennong power has not changed due to traveling to such a magical place, so seriously, she thinks it should not be referring to herself.

Ke Yafeng and the others also look ordinary, and they are more of a normal physical talent belonging to the Jacob tribe.Of course, after these few days of careful polishing by myself, their strength has also risen very quickly. I think it will not be long before my iron smelting technology is gradually improved, and I can equip them with good weapons. You don't have to rely on outsiders for everything.

"Sir Lou Ning, please check and accept our progress today!" The young Ya'an is progressing very quickly. He is always a smart young man. If it weren't for too many mental thoughts and the poor conditions at home, he would still be in debt. I have to pay a lot of money from the aristocratic masters outside, so I can make my body thin and thin, and I can't use too much strength even if I want to exert myself.

But now he has gradually caught up with Lou Ning's footsteps, and it is no longer a big problem to catch up with Lou Ning's three-point strength for 3 minutes.

At the very least, now the young Ya'an is going to compete with his former master, and the outcome between the two is [-]-[-]. Even Yafeng can't wait to stay in the square to practice all day - after all, he lost to himself Even if the students I led before knew that the other party's talent would definitely surpass me sooner or later, but there would be such a big change in such a short period of time, it would still make people feel somewhat unwilling.

"Oh, here we come." Lou Ning thought for a while, and finally decided not to tell them that Salvatore was coming.

──Lou Ning thinks, since they have been studying with him for so long, under the premise of ensuring safety, let Ya'an and the others practice their hands first.

──Maybe it can bring some unexpected little surprises to those in the Church of the Storm?

──After all, they didn’t think they were wrong when they ate the tofu of the Jacob tribe before. Now I can just let them taste the bitter fruit I brought, and it’s not bad to gain power by the way!

(End of this chapter)