I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 103 Gods and Eyes

"The efficiency this time is so high—what new thing have you figured out this time?"

Another captain spoke up, but his language was unlike any human language, or even any language at all.

Instead, it was like the buzzing sound of an insect's wings vibrating—sharp, piercing, and echoing.

But the missionary had no problem communicating with it. After a moment's thought, he bowed slightly and explained in an extremely respectful tone.

"It is thanks to the great God that we were able to discover and execute these guilty people, which is why your arrival was so easy."

The captain who had spoken to it earlier suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils rolling up and down a few times, and he spoke in human language through his eyes: "Well done, the Lord's gaze will fall upon you, and you will be granted glory."

As soon as he finished speaking, the missionary's body suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, his back arched suddenly, his clothes were first lifted up by something, then gently fell down, and finally a spider crawled out from under his collar and down his spine.

It was clearly a cave spider larva!

The spider crawled off the missionary, then looked around. Its several pairs of eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, stared intently at the captain who had just spoken.

With a dripping sound, the spider crawled up the captain's trouser leg to his shoulder, and then bit down on his shoulder.

Everyone nearby who witnessed this scene immediately fell to the ground, their heads pressed against the bottom of the box.

A stream of what appeared to be blood, yet was something else entirely, was being continuously sucked away from the captain's body by the spider.

The captain's blood vessels throbbed continuously, his muscles atrophied, and eventually he became dehydrated and shriveled into a ball.

The cracking sound of bones breaking echoed continuously. His already emaciated body, without the support of his bones, collapsed to the ground.

The spider's form grew increasingly bizarre, becoming larger and longer, its legs transforming into barbed tentacles.

After the transformation was complete, it used its tentacles to stuff the skin that had fallen to the ground into its large mouth.

After a series of rustling chewing sounds, the monster finally grew another eyeball filled with countless pupils from its compound eyes.

The missionary who had previously had a spider crawl out of his spine finally recovered and shakily got to his feet.

Staggering to the grotesque monster, he collapsed and reverently stretched out his hands.

"Celebrating the arrival of the divine messenger."

After hearing those words, the monster, or rather the divine messenger,

The eyeballs on the top of its head slowly crawled down its body, and after reaching the level of the missionary's outstretched palm, suddenly split open with a thin slit.

A pool of golden liquid suddenly flowed out from it, mixed with a few small eyeballs.

Then the eyeballs were carefully sewn back on and moved back to the top of the head.

"This is a gift to you, my dear child. May justice be with you."

May justice be with me!

The others around them also chanted in hushed tones.

The missionary immediately raised his hand and swallowed the liquid in his hand along with his eyeballs.

A difficult swallowing sound rang out.

Small bumps began to appear sporadically on the missionary's skin, and these bumps kept wriggling and moving around.

Then suddenly a crack appeared, and a pair of eyes grew out of it.

All those eyes focused on the missionary's palm, then closed again.

The missionary looked at his palms, his body trembling slowly, his lips moving uncontrollably, and the muscles on his wrinkled face twitching.

He seemed to want to pray for something, but as if his mouth had been covered, he couldn't make a sound. It wasn't until a long time later that he slowly spoke.

May your remaining eyes still shine like daylight.

"The eyes of these corpses seem to be missing."

Siri stared at the corpses in the room, their facial features removed from the jars, and after a moment, he suddenly spoke with a solemn expression.

"It seems so."

Reminded by this, Hai Gang quickly pried open the eyelids of a corpse, and sure enough, it was pitch black inside, with the eyeballs nowhere to be seen.

Not long ago, Ya was unable to contact the escorts, so she accepted Sri's invitation to go with him to the room where the captains' corpses were piled up.

Upon entering the room, the first thing you see is that Siri has subdued the crew member.

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The crew member, consumed by rage and unable to vent it on anyone, died on the spot before he could catch his breath. He is now merging into the tree that the man became, gradually turning into wood.

When Ya saw this thing, she wasn't exactly scared, but she still got goosebumps all over.

After witnessing the body firsthand, Sri conducted a brief examination, which led to the current situation.

Siri stared at the corpses, pondered for a moment, then walked to the tree with the human figures, gently broke off a branch, and handed it to Ya beside him, asking, "Miss Ya, as a demon, you should have a fairly keen sense of aura, right?"

"Not bad—wait, isn't the scent of trees from our Holy See? But this smell is a bit foul."

Ya Gang nodded, and the moment he took the branch, he noticed something was amiss. Then he slowly looked up at Sri.

Her ability to enter the courtroom was largely due to her keen insight.

After special training, she was able to distinguish which Vatican personnel had fallen into defilement simply by their scent.

However, there are quite a few corrupt officials within the Vatican, though this does not mean the Vatican is corrupt.

Although it is corrupt, it is not corrupt in this aspect.

The corruption of Vatican personnel does not refer to their conduct, but rather to a wavering of their faith.

For example, if a member of the Vatican truly believes that killing is beneficial to his faith and that God truly accepts it, then he will not be defiled.

Sri understood the meaning of "filth," glanced at the tree, and then smiled.

He spoke recklessly at the time, acting as if he were absolutely certain, even though he knew he was wrong.

That makes sense when you think about it. If you really think you haven't done anything wrong, why would you use those spells that can bewitch people?

He had initially thought the situation here was the work of human traffickers, but now he realized that might not be the case.

However, since he had already become a tree, Sri was too lazy to think about these ridiculous things anymore. Instead, he looked at Ya and voiced his doubts.

"Miss Ya, didn't you think there was a problem when you handed those captains over to the escort personnel?"

Ya didn't seem to care that the tree was changed by Vatican personnel.

She was well aware that these slave traders had ties to the Vatican, and that 80-90% of the trees that turned into trees belonged to that group of people.

Of course, more importantly, she was a member of the court.

She could tell this person was from the Holy See just by smelling him; since she hadn't been given any orders, she naturally couldn't be bothered with the matter.

After hearing Sri's question, she shook her head and denied it.

"Absolutely not. More importantly, the person in charge of the escort was an old man who had worked diligently in the Vatican for countless years. His faith in God was evident to all—the possibility of him defecting was almost zero."

"So you mean? All the escorts died in an accident?"

"I don't know about that."

Ya shook her head.

"But if these corpses don't have eyes, they might really be related to that old man."

"Oh? Could you tell me?"

"I can't go into specifics, but if you know about holy wars, have you heard of the God of Justice?"