Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 240 The Serpent God's Sharpest Sword
The brief transformation was followed by a long period of silence.

The mammoth's towering figure naturally shattered the ceiling, and when its heavy hooves stomped down, even the earth trembled—undoubtedly, it was a remarkably perfect form, and even Du Yi himself could smell an enticing aroma.

But this only made Du Yi feel sad.

"Am I supposed to eat myself?"

With this thought in mind, the previously stable physical changes immediately reverted to their original state—after all, if the body determines the shape of the soul, then when the soul's existence becomes too intense, the body, as the vessel, will also change accordingly.

Just like now, when the thought of eating a mammoth arises in Du Yi's mind, he transforms back into his original form.

That little snake.

"what?"

Du Yi felt that his accumulated shrinking techniques seemed to have become unexpectedly more stable.

"How did you do it?"

Du Yi's curiosity was immediately piqued.

"Could we do it again? Like, that one just now..."

That thought, which clearly didn't belong to him, did not resurface.

Clearly, the being that had been watching him had long since severed ties with him at some point.

"Why!"

Du Yi's face darkened.

Why did this god of pleasure just leave like that? Was it because his heart wasn't sincere enough?

"But there doesn't seem to be much information about this god of pleasure."

Thinking of the meager abilities displayed by the God of Pleasure, Du Yi subconsciously shook his head.

Compared to the hierarchy of the god of courage, or the knowledge bestowed by the god of wisdom, the so-called blessing of the god of joy is far inferior. In the end, compared to the former two, happiness is something that one can obtain oneself, and there is no need to wait for others to give it to one.

Just like now, after only taking a few breaths of the air that smelled of mammoths, Du Yi already felt a sweet fragrance.

"It's a pity I didn't have time to cut a piece of flesh off myself earlier... No, if I had, would it have been snake meat or mammoth meat?"

Although the aroma of the mammoth had long since whetted Du Yi's appetite, the idea of ​​eating himself was still a bit too outrageous. So, after a brief recollection, Du Yi snapped out of his daze and began to clean up the mess in front of him.

The god of pleasure has departed, and those who were initially affected are gradually coming to their senses.

It was at this moment that they realized what they had just done.

Such blasphemous behavior, especially in front of the serpent god, was unacceptable. They didn't even bother to make a pact with the serpent god, and even had to force the serpent god to come after them personally...

"I'm guilty!"

It's unclear who started it, but soon everyone present knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

This was also a bit too much for Du Yi. He couldn't stand seeing others kowtow to him. Moreover, in his eyes, it was not a big deal. Why make such a big fuss?
"How is that a crime? How is it a crime?"

"We, we..."

Those who had once worshipped the god of pleasure buried their heads in the ground, unable to utter a single coherent word in the face of the serpent god's question.

Or rather, their crimes are beyond words to describe.

They really didn't want to repeat those blasphemous acts again; they'd rather die here right now than be tortured like this by the serpent god.

Oh wait, the Serpent God now controls the Underworld, which means that even if they die, they will still have to face the Serpent God. "Not even death?"

Only now did they realize the utter despair they had brought upon themselves by their momentary pursuit of pleasure.

Until parchment was pushed in front of them.

"Sign it."

The voices of the four priests rang out above them.

What was presented to them was a blank list.

This is also how to make a pact with the serpent god. As long as your name is recorded, you will have the right to return from the underworld. No matter how many times you die, as long as your soul is not damaged and you still want to live, you can return from the underworld and live a second, third, fourth life... It is said that in earlier times, papyrus was used, but considering that papyrus is really difficult to preserve, it was changed to the parchment we have now.

Once you sign your name, the snake god will remember you forever.

"Can...we really do it?"

Someone subconsciously raised their head.

But they discovered that the small snake not far away was nodding slightly at them.

Although it only looks like an adorable little snake, its nodding posture still exudes the majesty of a giant snake.

This made them subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

Immediately following was a surge of passion.

"Sign! You absolutely must sign!"

The first person to stand up was a member of the enforcement team. He was the first to approach the person earlier, and now he was the first to come out and sign autographs. However, instead of using the ink provided by the four priests, he simply drew his dagger and cut open his palm.

Dipping his brush in his own blood, he wrote his name on the parchment.

His actions inspired others. Before signing, the second person also took the dagger, followed by the third, the fourth... until everyone had written their names in blood on the list, and that was the end of it.

"This...is okay."

Although Du Yi was a little worried that so many people were bleeding to write their names, and that the list would rot and smell after the blood dried, he also sensed their seriousness and that they really needed this way to vent their emotions.

So after glancing at the size of the wound, Du Yi didn't call a halt halfway through.

Only after everything was completed did he give the four priests a single instruction.

"Help them bandage up, and also remember to clean up the handwriting on the list. It's not easy to write, so don't smudge it."

The four priests accepted the order and put away the list. Naturally, they didn't need to do the bandaging themselves—but before leaving, they repeated the serpent god's words to these traitors.

Yes, a traitor.

In the eyes of the four priests, it was undoubtedly the act of a traitor to convert to another god while being in Tathumbto.

In fact, according to the four of them, everyone present should have been killed; only blood could wash away the sins of these traitors.

However, what these four priests didn't know was that these "traitors" they saw thought the same thing.

"Only blood can wash away our sins."

These people, who had originally worshipped the god of pleasure, now shared the same thought.

"We will become the serpent god's sharpest sword, to drain the enemy's last drop of blood for Him."

(End of this chapter)