Final Lord

Chapter 274 The Plenty of Lambs!

However, after the smoke cleared, his voice still echoed faintly, as if it came from another dimension:
"The joys and sorrows of all living things are the 'nutrients' that sustain the world's operation, and are all part of His authority..."

Wang Bufu's pupils contracted slightly.

This guy... is completely unharmed!
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Sarando's hunched figure slowly straightened. His withered fingers gently plucked the bronze bell on the Patriarch's necklace, its clear sound rippling through the deathly silence.

“What a pity…what a pity.” His voice was hoarse and low, as if it came from a distant abyss, with a sigh that was almost pity. “You who have not seen the power of the gods cannot understand His might.”

Before he could finish speaking, Sarando suddenly looked up—his eyes, which should have been cloudy and blind, suddenly opened, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes!
In an instant, an eerie red light burst forth from his eyes, illuminating the entire battlefield. A cloyingly sweet aroma filled the air, like ripe fruit mixed with rotting flesh, making one dizzy.

"Hymn to the Mother of Abundance!" Sarando opened his arms, his voice suddenly rising, like a fervent believer chanting sacred words.

"boom--!"

The void trembled, and countless bizarre foods symbolizing emotions appeared out of thin air, hovering around Sarando like a miracle—

Fear transformed into a black, rotten apple, its surface crawling with white mycelium resembling maggots;

Joy crystallized into a translucent honey cake, with wriggling veins faintly visible beneath the frosting;
Pleasure manifests as scarlet wine, with fruits resembling human eyeballs floating in its liquid...

"Eat...eat!" Sarando's voice, like the whisper of a demon, echoed in the ears of every half-goat, "Accept His grace!"

The surrounding fowl warriors instantly went into a frenzy! They dropped their weapons and pounced on the twisted food like ravenous demons, tearing, swallowing, and fighting over it...

"boom!"

A half-goat warrior snatched the rotten apple and wolfed it down. The next second, his muscles swelled as if inflated, his skin cracked open with countless bloody gashes, and stark white bone spurs bulged from his joints!

"Ahhhh——!"

Amidst his piercing howls, his momentum steadily increased—

Transcendent Level 1... Transcendent Level 2... Transcendent Level 3...

until--

Extraordinary Tier 6!
The same mutation occurred in every half-goat who consumed the "gift." Their size swelled to three meters, their horns twisted into spiraling weapons, their hooves shattered the ground, and their scarlet eyes completely lost their rational light.

"Roar--!"

Dozens of extraordinary Tier 6 half-goat mutants roared deafeningly, the violent shockwaves sending rubble flying. They were no longer human, but had become the mad creations of the Mother of Abundance! Sarando stood amidst the smoke and blood, his crimson eyes fixed on Wang Bufu, his withered finger lightly tapping—

"kill him."

"boom--!"

The earth trembled, and the mutants charged towards Wang Bufu like out-of-control chariots! Each stomp of their hooves caused a small earthquake, cracking the ground and tearing the air with sharp, explosive sounds!
Faced with this terrifying charge, Wang Bufu merely smiled faintly. He slowly raised his right hand and replied with utmost composure, "That's it?"

Wang Bufu's fingers slowly tightened, gripping a pure white ram's horn flute in his palm. The flute's body was as warm and smooth as jade, and the dark red thorn patterns wrapped around it seemed to writhe like living things, radiating a divine aura that made one's heart tremble.

He raised his arm high, and the ram's horn flute reflected a cold gleam in the moonlight, like a sharp blade piercing the night sky.

“Mother of Abundance—” His voice was deep and thunderous, echoing between the cliffs of Purple Pole Mountain, “The blasphemers are right before you!”

Every syllable of Wang Bufu's words was like the hammer of judgment, striking heavily upon Sarando's twisted faith. "He has defiled your holy name, distorted your doctrines, and turned the piety of believers into putrid pus... Today, I beg you to unleash divine punishment and cleanse this desecrated land!"

In an instant, the world fell silent.

As if torn apart by an invisible hand, a pitch-black rift suddenly opened in the night sky. A terrifying pressure poured down, uprooting ancient trees on Purple Pole Mountain in the storm-like shockwave. Amidst the deafening roar of shattering rocks, a colossal object crashed to the ground!
The earth trembled, and dust billowed like a tsunami. The creature's appearance was utterly bizarre—six enormous feet covered in burls were deeply embedded in the ground, its trunk resembled charred ancient wood scorched by lightning, and the cracked bark was filled with countless sheep heads. These sheep heads varied in size, some as tender as lambs, others as ancient as rocks, and they all bleated in unison, their sounds overlapping into a chilling hymn.

【The Lamb of Abundance - Incarnation of Divine Punishment】!
When it first appeared, its aura was only at the fifth level of the Transcendent Realm, but as it took its giant steps, its strength rose steadily like boiling lava. With its first step, its pressure reached the peak of the Transcendent Realm; with its second step, the mountain-like oppressive force directly broke through the threshold of the Epic Realm! The rock walls of Purple Extreme Mountain crumbled beneath its feet, and boulders rained down into the abyss, the entire mountain range seemingly trembling at the arrival of the divine messenger.

Sarando's fanaticism froze instantly. He staggered back, his crimson pupils reflecting the terrifying figure—this was no shepherd of grace, but the embodiment of destruction, punishing the blasphemers!

“No…this is impossible! I did not see your faith, so why can you use her creations?” Sarando roared as he tore off the shepherd's bell necklace from his neck. The bell fell to the ground and turned into a rotting grapevine.

The half-goat warriors were already terrified. They dropped their weapons, their deformed hooves trampling the bodies of their comrades, desperate to escape the all-consuming shadow. But in the instant they turned away, the hundreds of heads of the fertile lamb suddenly cried out in unison:

"What—"

The roar of sound bound the limbs of the half-goat like invisible chains. Their muscles stiffened instantly, and the fear reflected in their pupils was replaced by a strange piety. These once arrogant warriors were now as docile as lambs to the slaughter, turning around in neat rows and opening their arms to the abundant lamb—as if it were not a monster that would devour its prey, but the savior they had long awaited.

The ram's head on the tree bark grinned, saliva mingling with black blood dripping from its mouth. Countless vine-like tentacles extended from beneath the cracked bark, coiling around the half-goat men one by one and stuffing them into their writhing mouthparts. The muffled cracking of bones and the sounds of chewing intertwined to create a cruel communion, while Sarando could only kneel on the ground, listening to his twisted faith being crushed inch by inch.

Sarando's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted, and his withered fingers gripped the shepherd's bell necklace tightly at his chest. A hoarse, almost manic laugh rolled from his throat, like rusty gears rubbing against each other, or like rotten wood breaking in the wind.

(End of this chapter)