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He suddenly scrambled to his feet, trembling with excitement.

"Quickly, bring those two-legged sheep up here."

The werewolf officer turned around and roared at his men behind him.

Soon, five filthy, emaciated human slaves were roughly dragged by the werewolf soldiers with ropes to the center of the courtyard.

The five humans trembled with fear, huddled together, their eyes filled with terror at the man in black.

The werewolf officer knelt down again at the foot of the peak, holding the rope in his hands and kowtowing repeatedly with tears streaming down his face.

"Great God of the Crown Thief, Noble High Priest, these are the five cleanest and youngest human slaves in my household. They have never done heavy work, and their flesh—no, their souls—are absolutely pure. I beg you, grant me five drops of holy water."

“My five family members are almost dying from the plague. I pray that God will cleanse the filth from our world.”

Looking at the five humans, Peak's eyes, hidden beneath his mask, flickered slightly.

But he maintained that aloof and noble demeanor.

He nodded slightly, as if proclaiming a judgment of grace.

"Your piety has been received by the gods, and they have accepted your offering."

Peak slightly turned his head and gave a wink to the madman behind him.

"Meng Er, go and take these offerings to the altar of the gods in the back hall so that the gods may enjoy them."

"Yes, High Priest."

The madman immediately put on a fanatical expression.

He strode forward and snatched the rope from the werewolf's hand.

"Come with me, you filthy two-legged sheep. It is a blessing that you have earned ten lifetimes to become a sacrifice to the gods."

The madman deliberately put on a fierce and menacing appearance, brandishing a leather whip he had somehow acquired, which cracked loudly in the air.

He dragged the five desperate-looking humans towards the spacious house with its doors tightly shut at the back of the courtyard, as if they were livestock.

"boom!"

The heavy wooden door to the back hall was tightly shut, blocking the view of the orcs outside.

Just a few seconds later, a series of shrill screams came from the house.

"Ah! No!"

"Help! Don't eat me! Don't offer me to this evil god!"

"My flesh is sour, please, please let me go, ah!"

These sounds were filled with fear.

Hearing the commotion coming from inside, the orcs kneeling outside showed no pity whatsoever. Instead, they all revealed expressions of relief and even anticipation.

In their view, the more miserable the humans screamed, the happier the gods were to eat, and the greater their chances of obtaining the holy water.

however.

The interior of the house.

The five humans who had been huddled together, thinking they were about to be disemboweled, now stood frozen in the corner of the room, not daring to even breathe.

And in front of them.

The madman wearing a pig spirit's head stood alone in the very center of the room.

He held a broken copper basin he'd picked up from who-knows-where in one hand and a wooden stick in the other. He frantically pounded on the basin, creating a chaotic noise, while simultaneously straining his voice, playing multiple roles, and energetically shouting those pitiful lines towards the closed door.

"Ah! No! Deity, please don't eat my leg!"

As he screamed at the top of his lungs, he turned his head and winked at the five dumbfounded humans.

He strode to the corner of the room and reached out to open the Ender Box that was placed there.

"Don't just stand there."

The madman lowered his voice and urged him quickly in human language.

"If you want to live, jump into this box now, quick, quick, don't dawdle, there are plenty of humans outside waiting for me to save them."

The five humans were still staring blankly.

In his desperation, he walked over and grabbed them one by one like chickens, shoving them into the purple vortex while continuing to shout towards the door.

The courtyard was very quiet at this time.

Hundreds and thousands of orcs knelt on the ground, trembling all over.

They pricked up their ears, listening to the sounds coming from inside. Instead of feeling any pity for the few human slaves, they felt a sense of relief because of the shrill screams.

Chapter 192 Is the Holy Water Real?

In their understanding, the more pitiful the cries of the offerings, the more the gods would enjoy them, which meant they were one step closer to receiving the holy water that would save their lives.

As the commotion inside gradually subsided, I stood at the peak in front of the high-backed chair in the center of the courtyard.

He knew that the stand-up comedy routine performed by the madman inside was nearing its end, and the moment was almost over.

Peak took a deep breath, his previously calm chest heaving violently. Then he opened his arms, raised his head, and proclaimed to the heavens in a trembling voice filled with fervor and supreme glory.

"Listen to that wonderful chewing sound; it is the approval of the gods."

The voice of the pinnacle echoed in the empty courtyard, like a resounding bell.

He withdrew his arms, his gaze sweeping majestically over the orcish horde below, and spoke slowly.

“Very good, absolutely perfect. The great God of the Crown Thief has truly felt the sincerity of your offerings. Those vibrant souls have pleased the supreme ruler.”

"God is merciful, and the grace He promised will surely come. Now, He will bestow the holy water of life that can wash away all calamities and falsehoods in the world, cleansing the impurities from your bodies."

Having said that, Peak raised his right hand, which was holding the staff, and his left hand quickly formed several meaningless but mysterious hand seals in the air. He began to chant incantations, as if he were reciting some kind of ancient communication spell.

All the orcs present, whether high-ranking officers, ordinary civilians, or even those poisoned and writhing on the ground, nearly dying, all exerted their utmost effort at this moment, fixing their eyes on the peak's hands.

Under the breathless gaze of everyone watching, Peak's left hand reached into the wide black sleeve.

The next second, when he stretched out his hand again, a rough little wooden bowl appeared out of thin air in his palm.

At the bottom of the small wooden bowl, a few drops of liquid, emitting a faint milky white glow, flowed quietly.

That was milk that Peak had deliberately poured out of a full bucket of milk, leaving only the minimum amount.

"Come forward and receive the grace of God."

Peak lowered his gaze to the werewolf officer kneeling at the front, who had just offered up five servants, and commanded in an unquestionable tone.

"Yes...yes, thank you High Priest, thank you God who stole the crown."

The werewolf named Wolf Howling Moon was extremely excited at that moment.

He scrambled to his feet and staggered to the top.

He trembled all over as he carefully took the small wooden bowl from Feng Dian's hands.

Looking at the few drops of milky white liquid at the bottom of the bowl, Lang Xiaoyue didn't dare to show the slightest disgust, and even deliberately held her breath.

"Go quickly, this is the salvation you deserve."

Peak waved his hand dismissively.

Wolf Howling Moon suddenly turned around, like a hungry wolf guarding its food, tightly protecting the small wooden bowl in its arms, and rushed out of the courtyard like a madman.

There, his five family members lay on the muddy street, their bodies covered in ghastly green spots of poison, blood oozing from their mouths; they were clearly on their deathbeds.

"Hold on, drink it quickly, the gods have bestowed holy water upon us."

Lang Xiaoyue knelt beside his wife and child, his hands trembling as he carefully picked up a drop of milk and dripped it into his wife's already festering mouth.

He then did the same thing, dripping the remaining drops of milk into the mouths of several other family members.

The miracle happened the instant those few seemingly insignificant drops of white liquid entered the mouth.

Five pure, flawless, and visible white halos instantly erupted from the five poisoned werewolves.

Under the white light representing the highest purification rule in Minecraft, the [Poison] and [Weakness] states deeply rooted in their flesh and blood quickly subsided.

The horrifying poisonous spots on their bodies completely faded, and their bodies, which had been twisting and convulsing in pain, immediately returned to calm.

In less than three breaths, the five werewolves who were fighting to the death just a second ago suddenly flipped over and stood up steadily from the ground, to the astonishment of all the orcs present.

They looked down at their hands, now full of strength again, and touched their abdomens, which were no longer cramping. Their eyes were filled with the bewilderment of escaping death and an undisguised ecstasy.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it really doesn't hurt at all."

"My strength has returned, the plague is over, I am truly cured."

Wolf Howling Moon's wife was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, and she suddenly threw herself into her husband's arms.

This miraculous resurrection ignited hope in the hearts of all the orcs present.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Without any hesitation, the entire family of six, including Lang Xiaoyue, knelt down in unison towards the peak, towards the lofty and ethereal deity, with utmost devotion.

Their foreheads slammed against the hard bluestone slabs, even drawing blood, but they were completely unaware.

"Thank you, great God who stole the crown, thank you for the supreme grace of the gods."

Wolf Howling Moon raised its head, howling with tears streaming down its face, its voice filled with fanatical faith.

"You have completely removed the filth from our bodies. From this day forward, your faithful follower, Wolf Howling Moon, and my entire family are willing to follow you for all eternity and cherish your glory for generations to come. We would not hesitate to shed our last drop of blood for you."

This heartfelt oath spread like wildfire among the orcs.

All the orcs, after witnessing firsthand that those few drops of white liquid could actually cure this world-ending plague instantly, were utterly astonished.

Their reason had been completely consumed by the instinct for survival and their reverence for the gods.

"It's true, the holy water is real."

"Quickly, hurry home and pull all those two-legged sheep out."

"As long as there are humans, they can obtain holy water and survive."

Countless orcs who were not poisoned scrambled to their feet like mad dogs.