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However, his vulgar curse was only half-uttered when it seemed to be stuck in his throat by some invisible force.

The minotaur's fierce expression froze instantly.

His eyes widened suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying cramping pain instantly began to tear wildly through his stomach and intestines.

"Uh, ah..."

The minotaur let out a painful groan, his massive body hunching over violently as he clutched his stomach tightly with his large hands.

He felt his once abundant strength draining away at an incredible rate, replaced by an extreme weakness that made it impossible for him to even stand.

Cold sweat poured down his face like a waterfall.

"Pfft!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the surrounding orcs, this normally incredibly strong minotaur suddenly collapsed to his knees on the bluestone slab, his entire body trembling violently.

This is just the beginning.

Like toppling the first domino, a terrifying chain reaction erupted in the crowd in the next few seconds.

The highly toxic and weakening potions mixed in the well water, after a brief incubation period, finally revealed their terrifying, otherworldly power within the unsuspecting orcs.

"Ah! My stomach feels like it's on fire."

"It hurts so much! Help! I have no strength left!"

"My hands are turning black, ugh!"

One second the orc laborers were laughing loudly and preparing to beat each other up, the next second they all let out heart-wrenching, shrill screams.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

One after another, strong orcs fell down.

They rolled wildly in the street in agony, scratching their chests and stomachs with their claws, as if they wanted to tear their bellies open and rip out the pain inside.

Mouthfuls of blood gushed from their mouths and noses.

The entire square instantly transformed from a bustling market into a desolate hellscape filled with cries of despair.

"How is this going?"

Those beastmen who had just finished get off work and hadn't had a chance to drink water, or who hadn't managed to squeeze to the well because they were standing too far away, all retreated in terror.

They stared blankly at their companions on the ground, who had been full of life just a moment ago but were now writhing in agony like maggots.

"Plague, it really is a plague!"

It's unclear who it was, but the first terrified scream was heard.

At this moment, all eyes, filled with boundless fear and awe, were focused on the high priest in black robes standing in the center of the crowd.

This old wizard, everything he said was actually true.

Just as the surrounding orcs were in utter shock, Madman, located in the very center of the crowd, perfectly seized the opportunity to capitalize on this outburst.

"Ah! High Priest, it hurts so much!"

Suddenly, the madman let out a scream ten times more shrill than the other orcs, drawing all eyes to him.

He clutched his stomach tightly with both hands and rolled around on the ground frantically.

As he writhed in agony on the ground, he reached out a hand and gripped the hem of the peak's black robe tightly, crying out in a pleading voice.

"Save me, High Priest, save me! I was wrong. I shouldn't have disobeyed your divine decree. Please, High Priest, I don't want to die! I feel like my internal organs are being bitten by insects. Save me!"

The Oscar-worthy horrific state of the epilepsy pushed the surrounding panic to its peak.

Seeing his younger brother rolling around on the ground in agony, Dianfeng's lips, hidden beneath his mask, twitched again.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his laughter, and quickly put on the persona of a compassionate charlatan.

Peak slowly squatted down, stretched out a hand, and gently stroked the sweat-drenched pig's head of the madman, sighing in a tone full of compassion and helplessness.

“Poor child, I told you that it was water of calamity. You disobeyed the warning of the gods, and this invisible poison has already invaded your soul.”

Peak feigned opening his madman's eyelids to take a look, then stood up, his gaze becoming more solemn and dignified than ever before.

"But you are, after all, my most devout follower. So be it. In order to save your lost soul, I have no choice but to risk my old life and pray to the great gods for a miracle."

Peak suddenly raised the staff in his hand, pointing it directly at the dark sky.

He opened his arms and began his powerful prayer in a fervent voice.

"A hidden sovereign who walks through the endless void, a supreme being who manipulates fate and steals power."

"Great, God of the Crown Thief!!!"

"Your humblest and most devout High Priest, Zhu Mengyi, sincerely calls upon you."

"Your lost believer, Zhu Meng Er, is suffering the cruel torment of an evil plague, and his soul is teetering on the edge of the abyss."

"I beg for your mercy, I beg for your gaze, please bestow your compassion upon me, grant me the holy water of life that can steal away plague and purify all defilement!!!"

Chapter 185 Please grant me holy water, God of the Crown Thief!!!

As the prayers from the peak echoed across the plaza, his other hand, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, quietly touched a ring on his finger—a thunder ring.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly and without warning rang out in the previously dim sky.

A bolt of silver-white lightning tore through the sky, as if a deity from the unseen realm was giving the high priest's prayer the most majestic response.

This startled not only the orcs on the ground, but also the orcs around who were not poisoned, causing their legs to buckle and a large number of them to kneel down.

Just as all the orcs were stunned into trembling by the lightning, they immediately took out an item from their backpack space.

When the peak once again raised his hands to his chest, under the gaze of countless shocked eyes, an exquisite wooden bowl filled with a milky white, shimmering liquid appeared out of thin air in his hands as if by divine intervention.

Peak carefully held the bowl of milk, as if holding the hope of the whole world.

He raised his head and bowed deeply to the sky with utmost reverence.

"Thanks to the great God of Crown Thieves for his blessing!"

Then, Peak quickly squatted down and brought the bowl of holy water to the madman's lips.

“Child, drink it down. The grace of the gods will wash away all the sins and calamities within you.”

The madman, who had already been rolling around in the mud on the ground, couldn't wait any longer.

His hands trembled as he held the wooden bowl, as if grasping at the last straw, and gulped down the bowl of pure milk.

A miracle happened before everyone's eyes.

"buzz"

The instant the milk entered his stomach, a pure white halo, visible to the naked eye, suddenly burst forth from his body, enveloping him entirely.

Under the illumination of this white light, the poisonous color on his face faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His heavy breathing became steady, and his facial features, which had been contorted with pain, relaxed again.

All negative buffs have been completely cleared.

The pig-headed man, who seemed about to die just a second ago, suddenly sprang to his feet after the white light faded.

He not only recovered to his energetic self, but even looked more energetic than before he was poisoned.

"This is impossible!"

"A miracle! This is absolutely a miracle!"

The orcs who witnessed this miraculous resurrection were overwhelmed with a shock that defied description.

Their worldview was shattered at that moment, replaced by boundless fervor and awe for the holy water that could instantly cure terminal illnesses and the god who stole the crown.

The recovery from epilepsy brought this frenzy to a climax.

He fell to his knees with a thud, prostrating himself at the foot of the peak, raising his hands high and crying out in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you, great God of the Crown Thief, thank you for your grace, your believer Pig Meng Er has been completely reborn from the abyss of death."

"From this day forward, my soul and my flesh will forever belong to you. I will become your most loyal hound, to crush all enemies for you. Great God of the Crown Thief, you are the only light."

As he spoke, the madman began to kowtow frantically to the peak, and soon bloody marks appeared on his forehead. His fanatical enthusiasm made the peak feel a little uneasy.

"Alright, alright, that's enough..."

Peak quickly sent a message in the private chat channel.

On the surface, however, Peak solemnly reached out and helped Dianfeng up from the ground.

"Praise be to God, your piety has saved you."

Peak tightly grasped Madman's hand, glanced around at the shocked orcs, and then deliberately raised his voice, speaking in a hurried and resolute tone.

“Let’s go, Meng Er, we must leave here immediately. The source of the plague has been completely released, and this land has been locked by the Lord of Calamity.”

"Soon, this place will become a dead land, and more calamities will befall it. If we stay here, we will only anger the gods."

After saying that, Dianfeng grabbed Dianfeng, turned around without hesitation, and made as if to push through the crowd and leave towards the distant city gate.

This caused an uproar among the surrounding orcs.

Are you kidding me?

With hundreds of his fellow countrymen lying around him, foaming at the mouth and on the verge of death, and a divine messenger right in front of him who could conjure holy water and instantly cure the plague, how could he possibly let them leave like this?

This is their only way to survive.

"High Priest, my lord, please, don't go."

The first to react was the minotaur who had been the most arrogant and had led the way in drinking water.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't even stand up. He used his last bit of strength to crawl on the ground with difficulty, his large hands gripping the hem of the peak's robe tightly.

"High Priest, save me! I was wrong! I was blind! I have offended the gods! Please, grant me a drop of holy water! I am dying! My intestines are about to burst!"

The minotaur wept bitterly, his previous arrogance long gone, replaced by a deep fear of death.

Immediately afterwards, the poisoned beastmen around them also burst into heart-wrenching pleas for help.