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"What on earth should I do?"

People wandered anxiously up and down the streets.

Rows and rows of panting people sat against the walls in the shadows.

There were many buckets beside them, and there were still residual water stains in the buckets.

These people were the ones who had just continued to draw water from public wells to put out the fire, but no matter how much they poured water, the fire did not diminish at all, but intensified.

Gradually, they gave up.

"What's going on?!"

Someone was throwing buckets in anger, his face full of regret.

"Invasion..."

Someone seemed to be talking to himself.

"No, it's not an invasion." Someone shook his head: "If it's an invasion, then the curse on us must have taken effect, but there is nothing abnormal now. It's impossible."

"If it's not an invasion... then someone must have accidentally started the fire."

"But this fire can't be extinguished at all, and haven't you noticed that the color of this flame is completely different from what you usually see."

"Could it be... a natural disaster?"

"Natural disaster..."

People were shaken.

"God! Why are we Ulster people so troubled? We are not only cursed, but also subject to such horrific natural disasters. Why is this?!"

Everyone was full of despair at this time.

The city wall has been surrounded by fire and they cannot get out of the city. In the current situation, it seems that they can only wait to die.

At this time, someone suddenly thought of something:

"Where is the hero? Where is our hero Cu Chulainn?"

This question evokes hope.

"Yes, where is Lord Cu Chulainn? Why doesn't he come to save us?"

"If it were him, even natural disasters would be easily solved. After all, the curses of gods are ineffective against him."

People were talking a lot.

But soon, people who escaped from other areas answered this question with pain.

"I saw Lord Cuchulain enter the fire to save people, and then..."

"That's it?"

"Say it quickly!"

"I'll never come out again!"

Silence and sadness momentarily enveloped those who had been hopeful just a moment ago.

They couldn't believe what they were hearing.

Could it be that Cú Chulainn, who was invincible and invincible on the battlefield, as if there was nothing he could not do in the world, could not defeat this natural disaster?

For a moment, nothing could be heard except the crackling sound of burning.

Soon, the news spread throughout the city.

Ulster seemed to have become a dead city.

Those who were holding on to this belief and waiting for the rescue of Cu Chulainn's divine soldiers suddenly lost their spiritual support.

The person is still alive, but actually dead.

Cu Chulainn's attendants were still waiting anxiously outside the house where Cu Chulainn disappeared.

It's not that they didn't try to save him, but in front of the ruthless fire, they couldn't do anything.

"Even adults cannot defeat nature..."

Someone sat down on the ground dejectedly, his eyes losing their luster.

Their faith collapsed today.

"Damn, Simpson and Stallone didn't come down either, they wouldn't either..."

Someone suddenly thought that the Ghost Faced Fox and the Heavy Artillery had also gone up, but they also had not come down.

This made them wonder, could it be that these two warriors, who were expected to rival Cu Chulainn, also fell into the hands of this fire?

Puzzled and dazed, they did not notice that opposite the house where Cu Chulainn was, a three-story wooden building had been destroyed by the fire and was crumbling.

boom!

As the last supporting main structure was destroyed, the wooden building collapsed.

The broken wooden boards carried Jiang Lu's holy fire and smashed towards the people who gathered on the street to escape.

"careful!"

Some people reacted one step early and subconsciously wanted to pull their companions beside them.

But after all, they were people who had followed Cu Chulainn and experienced hundreds of battles. They were very sensitive to the judgment of the battle situation. Their reaction was half a beat too slow. Knowing that they could no longer run, they used all their strength to push away and try to save themselves. companions and pushed them to a safe area.

As a result, these people who were pushed away could only watch the collapsed ruins of the wooden building burying their comrades who fought side by side.

"what!!!"

They wailed and roared, but they could do nothing but this.

Even Cu Chulainn couldn't do anything about the fire. Could they have any countermeasures?

There seemed to be no other solution except waiting to die.

"God...do you really have to completely exterminate us in Ulster?"

Of course they couldn't hear God's voice.

Because God answered them with actions.

Under the ruins that covered dozens of people, something seemed to be crawling, trying to break through the wood and rocks above it.

Soon, a red-black light burst out from under the ruins.

It was a strange ball of light. Just by looking at it, the survivors felt their hearts tremble and their backs went cold, as if they were being stared at by a poisonous snake. They were still alive, but the world before their eyes was changing.

The keen senses they have developed over the years on the battlefield tell them that this may be the closest they are to death.

"I felt the desolation and destruction..."

Someone murmured.

"So, is it really God who wants to destroy us?"

At this point, they could no longer take any chances.

There is no other such weird and mysterious power except God.

But now that they are really facing death, they feel relieved.

It's all death anyway. Compared with being burned alive by fire, being killed by a mysterious power seems to be more interesting.

"That's it. Being killed by a god is considered an honor."

But just when they had completely numbed themselves and were about to accept their fate calmly, the black-red ball of light suddenly shattered.

The people who had just been buried by the collapsed wooden building fell to the ground, touching their bodies in confusion, and then looked up at their companions who were also confused outside the ruins.

"Not... not dead..."

"But just now I thought I had gone to hell."

The person who reacted faster had already approached and pulled them up: "What happened just now?"

"I don't know. I just knew that I seemed to have had a very long nightmare..."

Morrigan, who was standing on the roof not far away, witnessed all this.

"Tsk... She's the goddess of death, but she actually took the initiative to save people. She only needed to put out the fire. Really..."

She couldn't help but shook her head mockingly.

According to the plan, the area where Cu Chulainn was located had to be the last area to be rescued. However, when she saw someone being buried while passing by, she couldn't help but help.

But just when she was about to turn around and leave to extinguish the heavenly flames in other areas first, she suddenly felt uneasy.

A feeling of dizziness and nausea came over her.

Morrigan almost fell off the roof as he lost his footing.

Crouching down, Morrigan covered his heart and frowned tightly.

"It's bad. As the goddess of death, I saved someone, but my power backfired..."

Sensing the huge amount of energy gradually becoming disordered within his body, Morrigan couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

"No, you have to calm down..."

"The more this situation is, the more you need to stay calm..."

"Think about what Jiang Ge would do..."

While resisting the backlash of divine power, Morrigan forced himself to calm down.

With a flash of inspiration, she suddenly thought of something.

"That's right! Saving people In order to achieve better destruction, I saved Cu Chulain's loyal supporters. When Jiang Ge reveals the secret of the natural disaster in front of the people, these people will definitely choose to leave Cu Chulain."

Morrigan stood up:

"Then Cu Chulainn will be deserted by his friends and relatives, and I will become their new faith!

Yes, that's right!

Destroying faith and destroying people's hearts is the highest level of destruction. This is not a backlash, this is a trial! "

The more Morrigan thought about it, the more he realized that this was the case. He felt a lot better, and his divine power, which was originally approaching chaos, became slightly more stable.