Wizard: I use my omniscience to interpret the truth.

At the very front of the hall stands a statue several meters tall, carved from a single piece of stone.

At that moment, a burly man stood in front of the statue, listening to the prayers coming from outside the hall, and looked at the statue with a grim expression.

The statue depicts a middle-aged man with a rugged demeanor. He holds a long spear high in his hand, staring angrily ahead, as if the statue might revive at any moment and raise the spear to kill the person in front of it.

But facing the statue, the burly man showed no fear; his eyes were fixed on it.

It was as if they were demanding an explanation from the statue.

"I've done what I promised you, but what about what you promised me? Why haven't I seen a single step forward? How much longer are you planning to drag this out?!"

Looking at the statue, the burly man suddenly spoke, as if what stood before him was not a statue, but a living person with his own will.

Seeing that the statue did not answer his question, the burly man continued to question it.

"Stop pretending to be dead. If you want to keep pretending, then keep doing it. Let's see how long you can last!"

What was frightening was that as the burly man asked the question, a rustling sound suddenly rang out in the hall, as if something was climbing up from a place unseen by people.

Hearing the commotion, the burly man showed no fear whatsoever, his gaze remaining fixed on the statue.

"My friend, please don't be impatient. Only a little over ten days have passed. Even if I were a god, I couldn't conjure up an army with extraordinary power out of thin air for you. It takes time."

Just then, a hoarse, deep voice suddenly rang out from the darkness.

When the burly man heard this, instead of showing any fear, he revealed a hint of anger, as if these words had touched a taboo.

The burly man roared angrily, "No rush, no rush! Every time I ask you this question, you just brush me off like this!"

"Have you forgotten what you promised me? You said that if I helped you spread your faith and restore your health, you would help me build an invincible army, help me conquer Severn, and even the Kingdom of Frostbite, and help me become king."

"I believed you. I gave you all the money and food from my family to help you spread your faith, but what have you done? You only convert a few powerful refugees every day!"

"I'm afraid if this continues, I might not even see the army you promised before I die, and you've already sent those refugees out without even informing me."

"What are you trying to do? What have you been doing behind my back? You need to give me a clear answer today. I don't want to hear your excuses anymore!"

At this point, a cruel and threatening look appeared on the burly man's face.

"If I don't get the answer I want today, I will kill all your followers, destroy your statue, and imprison you underground."

"I haven't forgotten how pathetic you looked at the beginning. You probably don't want to look like that again, do you?"

At this point, the burly man seemed to remember something, touched his chin, and said jokingly.

"No, if you dare to refuse me, perhaps I should send you to those wizards who are very interested in such strange things as you."

"Maybe those wizards can help me fulfill my dream, but you don't want that, do you?"

"I've finished speaking. What do you want to say?"

The burly man looked at the silent statue with a confident expression, as if the statue had been forced to agree to his proposal.

The hall fell into a slight silence at this moment, and even the prayers outside seemed to stop.

But the silence of the hall was broken by a sigh the next moment.

Upon hearing the sigh, a look of victory appeared on the burly man's face, believing that he had already subdued Him.

However, the sound that rang out in the hall made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his body became stiff.

"Sigh, my friend, I really never expected you to threaten me. I really didn't expect it."

"Thinking back on how pleasant our previous collaboration was, I really don't want to kill you now. That wouldn't help my plans at all, and might even cause some minor trouble."

The burly man snapped out of his daze and realized that there were only the two of them in the hall at that moment.

If what He said is true, then it is truly a case of crying out to heaven and earth in vain.

The burly man was now filled with regret, not for threatening Him, but for not bringing his family's personal guard with him when he came in.

The burly man's mind raced, and a stiff smile appeared on his face.

"Friend...you're joking, right? I was just kidding, don't take it seriously, don't worry..."

"Heh, joking? No, how could I, a great god, joke with a mere mortal like you? I was serious about everything I said just now."

Before the burly man could finish speaking, the voice from the darkness rang out again, interrupting him.

At this moment, even the stiff smile on the burly man's face could not be maintained. He looked at the statue with a gloomy expression and pondered in his heart how to escape this calamity.

"Come out, all of you, and see your respectful baron off on his way."

"Pat-pat-pat-"

As the voice rang out in the darkness, a series of muffled stomping sounds suddenly echoed through the hall.

One after another, soldiers clad in heavy armor emerged from the darkness, longswords in hand, surrounding Baron Verra with their tips pointed directly at his neck.

Baron Verra looked at the dozen or so soldiers around him who were pointing their swords at him, his face filled with disbelief, and shouted angrily.

"What are you doing?! I am Baron Verra, your master! Is this how you treat your master?!"

"I now command you to turn your swords around and aim them at that evil demon!"

However, the dozen or so soldiers remained unmoved by Verra's shouts and did not make a move.

Upon seeing this, Vera shouted, "What have you done to them? Why have they become like this?!"

Verra recognized these dozen or so soldiers; they were his personal guards, utterly loyal to him.

But why have they become so unfamiliar, even to themselves? What happened?!

Verra's gaze toward the statue was a mixture of anger, confusion, and shock.

The voice in the darkness seemed quite pleased with Verra's appearance, and its tone became cheerful.

"Oh, my friend, I must say, your personal guards are truly impressive, as you've put so much effort into training them."

"I don't need to expend much effort to turn them into weapons of war, far more useful than those refugees!"

"However, their will was much stronger than that of the refugees, but it took a lot of my effort."

"You have no idea, these soldiers were still worried about you while I was modifying them, hahaha..."

Hearing this, Vera's heart trembled, and she gritted her teeth: "You devil, you devil, how could you do this? I curse you to a terrible death!"