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Chapter 207 The Fate of the Gods! Rivers of Blood!
War raged across the land, plunging the Great Zhou Dynasty into turmoil. Large numbers of soldiers were sent to the front lines to fight, but they were decisively defeated by those who had gained the power of faith. After numerous battles, many believers had acquired considerable strength.

While they appear vulnerable when facing top-tier experts, they are more than capable of dealing with armies composed of mortals.

On the other hand, in order to maintain their rule, the gods also sent out a hundred gods and a great god to suppress the rebellion.

Northern Mountains
A god soaring in mid-air looked down at the thin, ragged people below with a contemptuous smile and said, "Is it you ants who are rebelling? The high priest is truly insane, actually believing that you have the potential to overthrow the divine race."

"Oh, is it so."

The young man standing at the front smiled, looked up at the god high above him, and said, "You should come down. I like equality and I don't like looking up to people who are high above me."

"Equality? You dare to be equal to me? I am a god with divine power, and you are a monkey. What right do you have to be equal to me? How foolish!" the god scoffed.

"Is this so?"

The young man slowly closed his eyes, and colorless divine power burst forth rapidly in a short time. The powerful divine power transformed into a domain, turning everything in the surrounding area black and white. In an instant, the powerful divine power also enveloped the high and mighty god.

The next moment, the suppression of the colorless divine power completely crushed him to the ground. The god's body erupted with divine power, but it was unable to resist the opponent's colorless divine power.

This is the difference in divine power; his divine power is inferior to his opponent's, and he cannot resist.

"Colorless divine power. How could a human like you possess such power? How is that possible?"

The incredible whisper of God.

The next moment, the young man came to his side and said looking down at him, "How does it feel to be looked down at? Do you like it?"

You monkey!

The god fiercely resisted, his divine power erupting wildly, barely managing to slowly stand up from the ground. But he was punched in the stomach, clutching his abdomen and curling up like a shrimp, drooling and whimpering silently.

"The gods aren't so noble either. When they're knocked to the ground, they tremble just like ordinary people, and they might even behave worse than ordinary people." Wu Geng turned around and said to the other believers behind him with a smile.

The believers nodded in agreement. Many oppressed people harbored a special kind of allure. By directly defeating the gods and explaining things to them, this allure could be dispelled, allowing them to deeply understand that the gods were actually only slightly more powerful.

These rebels were originally just ordinary civilians, some of whom were even miners who had spent half their lives being whipped in the mines. They had no idea what gods were, and their understanding of gods was limited to the concepts instilled in them by their enslavers.

These rebels will ultimately have to fight against the gods; this is something all rebels will eventually have to face. Understanding the gods as early as possible is a very necessary step.

Thus, countless people watched the gods as if they were monkeys, drew their own conclusions, and unanimously became more confident in fighting against the gods.

Their faith has grown stronger!

Their strength has also increased!

"and many more!"

From the crowd, a girl raised her hand and said earnestly, "Agou, although we have seen the gods, we don't understand the concept of power attributes they possess, nor do we have any basic knowledge about them. How can we learn about them?"

"well said!"

Wu Geng said with a smile, "Only by deeply understanding them can we better defeat and resist these gods. Therefore, we must develop our own unique methods to obtain key information about the gods."

"I have recently mastered a method of interrogation called the 'Enlightenment Under the Tree Method' without any formal instruction. Come here, and I will demonstrate it to you."

After a few minutes
Wu Geng hung the god upside down from the tree and suppressed him with the power of the colorless realm.

At the same time, four believers conjured whips of light in their hands and stood around the god. Their expressions were so indifferent as to be terrifying. The god, who was hanging upside down, felt a sense of panic as these people looked down at him.

But the dignity of the gods wouldn't allow him to bow down to these mortals. He gritted his teeth, stared intently at them, and roared, "You wait! Once I'm free, I will kill you all! I'll kill your families, friends, and everyone related to you!"

"Do it."

Wu Geng gave the order.

The next moment, the four believers moved as if they were puppets whose mechanism had been turned. They raised their light whips in unison and swung them from four directions, making a crisp sound as they cut through the air.

God's screams followed, and he howled in agony. He couldn't understand why these humans were so strong, why they hurt so much when they hit people. This was completely different from the humans he remembered.

"Say it or not? Say it or not?"

"Say it or not? Say it or not?"

"Say it or not? Say it or not?"

The four executioners spoke at the same time, their voices so synchronized they were suffocating. Their movements were perfectly uniform, and their voices echoed as if they were all speaking at once. The terrifying atmosphere gradually shattered the gods' mental defenses.

He trembled and struggled in agony, but could not break free from Wu Geng's colorless divine power suppression. He could only wail and cry out in sorrow.

"Ask away!"

"Why don't you ask?"

"What exactly do you want to know?"

The four executioners ignored him, staring intently at the god, continuing to wield their light whips and chanting "Talk or not" in an endless loop, completely disregarding what he was saying.

This was also part of Wu Geng's plan; the technique originated from his dream.

To obtain truly accurate information from this race of gods, one must break down their mental defenses. This is generally difficult, but they are not ordinary people; they are elites who dare to resist and possess skills that ordinary people do not have.

That is.
Ignore everything he says, simply and directly ask "Will you tell me or not?", and then keep whipping him, no matter what he says, until he breaks down and his mind collapses.

After a long while, the god finally couldn't hold back anymore. He said with a sob in his voice, "I'll talk. I'll tell you everything. Ask me whatever you want."

"stop!"

Wu Geng raised his hand.

Then, he put on a solemn expression and said, "The gods are not like mortals. They are a group of beings with faith and pride, so he must be deliberately trying to mislead you. Don't be fooled."

"The medical staff should give him some basic treatment, just don't kill him. The executioners should also get a short rest. Once his injuries have healed, we can continue the beating. If we keep going like this for three days and three nights, there shouldn't be any problem," Wu Geng said with a smile.

"Three days and three nights?!"

The god-like figure instantly lost his composure, roaring furiously, "Just kill me! Just kill me! What's the point of torturing me like this? What do you want? Ask me if you have any questions!"

"You want to know about divine power, right? I can tell you about it."

After a few minutes
After the member of the divine race finished speaking, his injuries were healed. He looked at Wu Geng expectantly and said, "I've said everything I needed to say. Shouldn't you let me go? If I die here, you won't get away with it either. The divine race will definitely take revenge on you." "Yes."

Wu Geng nodded slightly, turned his head, and said, "You see, what he said is very good. 'The gods will definitely retaliate against us.' His wording is 'definitely,' and he is very certain of it, so escaping is definitely not an option. Therefore, I can't let him leave."

The god's face darkened, and he instantly felt terrible. He said, "Then just kill me. You know what you want to know, and I'm useless to you."

How do I know if you're lying or not?

"Ok?"

"Keep fighting."

"what?"

Soon, the sound of fierce whipping rang out, accompanied by angry curses from the gods as they broke through their defenses, and desperate roars. He struggled frantically, but was beaten down to utter despair by each lash. The curse-like question of "to speak or not to speak" then turned into "whether it's right or wrong."

He didn't understand what he had done wrong, what he had done wrong that he had to be whipped and tortured like this by these people, a torture worse than death.

But as they were being attacked, the gods' mindset began to change.

As the Lord of Light and Shadow, Ye Mingqiu possesses the four-star passive skill [Mind Control], which has the effect of [Mental Corruption] and can be used during admonitions.

As his followers, they also inherited a little bit of similar traits, but the intensity was much less, and it required multiple people to work together to achieve a similar weakened effect.

So, one day later
The god knelt on the ground, kowtowing and crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you humans that way. My beliefs and thinking were wrong. I deserve to die! I deserve to die! I did so many wrong things!"

He kowtowed with such force that he cracked the stones on the ground, leaving a few drops of blood on his head. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and he seemed to be in an unstable mental state.

"Excellent! We have successfully reformed one of the gods. It seems that even the gods are not invincible. We need to learn from this experience to make future battles and liberations easier and smoother! Keep it up! We will eventually achieve victory!"

Wu Geng raised his fist and shouted.

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

"We must win! We must win! We must win!"

Countless believers joined in the shouts and cheers, their will grew stronger, and their strength increased.

The process of instruction and the successful outcome can strengthen their beliefs. As their beliefs become stronger, they will be more committed to their faith. With stronger faith comes greater faith power, which in turn makes them stronger.

This is a perfect process.

And this process is unfolding all over the world, with more and more people joining this great holy war. They fight for their faith and liberation, driven by their will for freedom to keep moving forward! Forward! And ever forward!

Meanwhile, other members of the divine race also rushed to their respective battlefields, with dozens of gods dispatched to carry out annihilation orders.

Under normal circumstances, the gods are not allowed to kill humans at will, because the heavens believe that if the human population decreases because of them, the amount of bloodstone mined may be affected. Therefore, the heavens do not allow the gods to kill people indiscriminately.

However, rules are rigid, but the gods are flexible. There are still quite a few gods who secretly kill people against the rules, but as long as they don't go too far, it won't cause much of a problem.

And now, they can finally unleash their suppressed desires!

Overnight, rivers of blood flowed, and tens of thousands of humans were slaughtered. Some of them were believers, and some were not, but the gods didn't care. They believed what they believed, and many gods were simply using this to satisfy their own desires, rather than truly wanting to eliminate these rebels.

After all, in their worldview, the gods are invincible, so it's okay for them to slack off a little.

In a certain battlefield

Countless humans fell, their blood and corpses piling up into small mountains. The only surviving human was being strangled by a god, the cold smile on the god's face making him feel utterly disgusted.

He struggled desperately, but to no avail; his neck was snapped and he was thrown onto a pile of corpses.

In the distance, a small team of true believers followed the scent of blood. They saw the villagers who had been brutally murdered, the river of blood flowing on the ground, and the people by the roadside whose vital parts had been cut off, still writhing and wailing in pain. Their anger was brewing, their faith was bursting forth, and their strength was surging forth.

In silence, they approached the god, without uttering a single word, forming ranks and launching a suicidal charge, fighting with sheer numbers.

New blood flows on the battlefield

The powerful forces of the gods destroyed them.

But those fearless and utterly indifferent gazes irritated him immensely. They didn't seem human; they were completely different from normal humans.

The rebels were quickly slaughtered, as their opponents were gods with divine characteristics. Ordinary kings were powerless to resist, and even with the amplification of faith, they were still just slightly stronger toys.

But the more the gods killed, the stronger the humans who survived became. The battle strengthened their beliefs and made their faith even purer.

Because they are fighting for their beliefs!

"what!!"

The god-man unleashed lightning from his palm, killing another rebel. However, he was not in a good mood at the moment, because he discovered that the remaining four rebels had all been upgraded to the Overlord level and possessed the power of light and darkness, which could make them immune to divine characteristics to a certain extent.

Damn it!

What's wrong with these guys?

He fought while cursing, and the more he fought, the more difficult it became. When he had killed down to only two of the rebels, those two rebels were so strong that they could completely ignore the divine characteristics.

Although the two were exhausted, an indomitable light shone in their eyes, and their will sustained them as they continued to fight, launching a fierce attack on the gods.

"boom!!"

The gods unleashed their lightning once more, punching a man through the heart. But the man laughed, clinging tightly to the god and biting his face with his teeth in a frenzied display.

He tried desperately to shake the rebel off, but to no avail; he couldn't get rid of him quickly enough, even though the man was already dead.

"Bah!"

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out as the last rebel used his lightsaber to pierce the bodies of the Protoss and his companions, his gaze chillingly cold.

He watched as the god convulsed and collapsed, then quickly drew his sword to finish him off. His cold face was devoid of any emotion as he continued the same action.

Never relax your guard before you are certain of the other person's fate, otherwise the sacrifices of your comrades will have been in vain.

On the hilt of my sword.
And there are countless hands of my compatriots! I can feel them wielding their swords alongside me!
cut!
(End of this chapter)