There is a small village in the valley not far from the Talisid Plain.

Before the establishment of Stein City, the prototype of the Salvation Army, that is, the Alliance of Humanity, sent envoys to villages around that did not rely on the abyss forces, asking them to move out of the place as soon as possible to prevent being affected by the war.

But the only thing that missed was this village.

In fact, it is not just the Savior Army. Even the Abyss Army, which confronts the Savior Army, has been sending inferior demons or plague zombies to rage the Talisid Plain and its surrounding areas, has not discovered this place.

Because there is a nearly miraculous illusion barrier around the village.

It is precisely because of this barrier that the village has lived a peaceful life in the world for hundreds of years.

But it all came to an end...

"The signs of destruction have appeared."

In the altar in the village, there is nothing but a few volumes of tributes on the altar that was originally filled with various tributes.

The village chief and the oldest priest in the village were watching the light rising from the center of the altar, with a sad face: "Is our clan destined to be destroyed by this disaster..."

At this time, a young man walked outside the altar.

"My father, Mr. Pobbyman is back and brings news from the outside world."

The young man saluted his father and said softly.

"Let him come in, thanks for his hard work over the years."

The old village chief sighed, and did not look back, but just stared at the light that bloomed on the altar.

The young man replied and stepped out carefully.

After a while, a middle-aged man who looked similar to the old village chief but was much richer, strided into the altar.

"Hello, village chief." He bowed to the old village chief with a kind smile on his face.

"Not good at all." The old village chief turned around and his face was filled with bitterness: "I only know that the pace of destruction is approaching my tribe, but I can't do anything about it, and I can't even figure out the essence of destruction... There are too many things left by our tribe in history."

After a pause, the sadness on the old man's face drew a little, and he asked the rich middle-aged man: "Pobiman, what's the situation outside of you in the past few years? I calculated that this disaster was directed against our clan. If we could break it into pieces and leave this place, maybe we could continue the inheritance of our clan..."

“To be honest, it’s not good…”

Pobiman replied with a wry smile: "I only realized that people's hearts were sinister after leaving the village. In just a few years, I have worked as a slave, soldier, merchant, mercenary and other professions. But the people from our village are simple... and there is a little special... You know this. If ordinary people know the reason, how could they let them go?"

The old man nodded when he heard this and sighed: "The children of our clan are the most simple. They are not cheating and have a sense of responsibility. They are indeed easy to be fooled by others."

The two of them were silent for a while. The old village chief forced a smile: "Pobiman, you may not have returned to the village for a long time. If you have time this time, you can also pay our ancestors a good reward."

The middle-aged man nodded and said nothing more. However, the old man handed him a knife and cut his left wrist on his left wrist, allowing his blood to flow into the altar.

However, what is strange is that his blood is not as bright red as an ordinary person, but as silver white as melted silver, and even fluorescent white light, which makes people unable to help but look at it.

The silver blood fell to the altar, like water dripping on the dry sea surface, and it was gathered in an instant, and then the entire altar seemed a little brighter.

Just as the old village chief was about to say something, the young man who had just left hurriedly ran in.

"My father, the illusion barrier outside our village was triggered. Someone entered the interior, but we were unable to find the enemy's trace!"

"What!"

Even the old village chief was shocked.

You should know that the illusion barrier was stabilized by their ancestors for a great deal of effort. Even so, the villagers still need to sacrifice a lot of their blood to maintain their operation every year. In contrast, this barrier is also very effective, and can almost block out all reconnaissance, search and perception.

The second magic emperor Alexander, who was the second magic emperor, also asked their ancestors about this issue when building a barrier, and used it to improve the construction of the "sanctuary".

It is precisely because of this that even if the outside has turned upside down, it will not have much impact on the inside.

"...My village chief, maybe the invader discovered the village by following me!"

The expression on the middle-aged man's face changed a few times, and finally he lowered his head and said blamely: "Otherwise, it wouldn't be so coincidental. They came to the door just now in the Hui tribe!"

"It's not your business..." The old village chief frowned, which made his originally wrinkled face look even older: "And the illusion barrier itself has the ability to defend. Ordinary abyss demons, hell evil things or human monsters should not be able to enter. Even if there are powerful existences who want to enter, they have to break the barrier first, but now..."

The barrier itself was not destroyed.

At least from the altar you can see the barrier that is still running safely outside.

"Anyway, I'll mobilize the village's self-police team first. Father, you should go home and hide quickly!"

The boy glanced at the rich middle-aged man and said nothing more. Instead, he bowed to his father and quickly left the place.

However, he did not notice the complicated expression on his father's face.

"Yes, no matter it is the abyss, hell or this main material plane called the human world, it is impossible for creatures to easily enter this barrier..."

The old village chief looked at the light that predicted destruction on the altar with gloom, and his expression was mixed with sadness and despair: "So, we are the only fellow villagers who can enter it without destroying the barrier."

When the rich middle-aged man heard this, he showed an incredible expression on his face.

"Mr. Village Chief, you mean..."

"That's right, the invaders are neither abyss nor hell creatures, and naturally they are not natives of this plane," the old man sighed and said helplessly: "It's an angel!"

As if to confirm his words, a golden figure with two pairs of wings appeared in vain in the sky. While sowing the holy light, he raised the weapon in his hand that meant the ruling.

Divine Sword - Dawn. (To be continued...)

ps: I was so tired yesterday, I fell asleep halfway through the code... So I was so embarrassed to update so late.
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