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With a single blow, it was razed to the ground.

This terrifying destructive power, this supreme strength that summons heavenly lightning with a mere wave of the hand, completely shattered the last shred of resistance in the hearts of all the beastmen present, even the slightest thought of resistance.

"A miracle, a miracle of destruction!"

"That's terrifying! One move destroyed half the street. Is this the power of a divine messenger?"

“The high priest did not lie to us. If we anger the gods, our entire city will be reduced to ashes like that tower.”

Chapter 196 Why is there no holy water?

Fear turned all the orcs into believers.

They pressed their heads firmly against the cold ground, wishing they could bury themselves completely in the earth, praying that the destructive lightning would not strike them.

At this moment, Dianfeng, who was still kneeling on the ground, looked at the huge pit and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Old Six, you're all show-offs, but when you unleash those three lightning rings at once, it almost deafened me too."

But on the surface, he still looked terrified, his whole body trembling violently as he stammered.

"Yes, yes, yes, Your Excellency is absolutely right. The power of the gods is unmatched, and I would never dare to have any disloyal thoughts."

The sixth man looked at the destructive effect he had caused with satisfaction, slowly withdrew his hand, patted the dust off his gloves, and nodded slightly.

"Very good. Now that you understand your situation, stop dawdling here and continue collecting food for the gods. Remember, what we need is quantity, an endless supply of souls."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

As if granted a pardon, he quickly got up from the ground, turned around and walked to the side of the madman who had also just gotten up and was still pretending to be lame.

The two brothers, supporting each other and dragging their wounded bodies, staggered toward the high-backed chair they had been sitting on.

Once they were seated again, looking down at the orcs trembling like startled ducks, Peak let out a long sigh.

The beastmen below all looked at High Priest Zhu Mengyi with complicated expressions.

In their view, this high priest was actually a rare good person.

He was not only willing to risk angering the gods by exchanging so few humans for the holy water that would save their lives, but he was also severely injured by those brutal dragon messengers just now for trying to protect them.

A few of the bolder orcs, who had previously received the Emperor's favor, couldn't help but ask in hushed tones.

"High...Priest, are you...are you alright? Your injuries..."

Peak sat in the chair, deliberately adopting a righteous yet exhausted posture. He shook his head weakly and said feebly.

"I'm fine. My pain is nothing compared to the plague you're about to suffer. As long as it can save you, cough cough, let's continue."

These affected words immediately moved many of the orcs below to tears, and they wished they could erect a longevity tablet for the high priest on the spot.

They wanted to go up and say a few more words of concern, but when they looked up...

Then they saw the three dragon messengers, radiating terrifying pressure, who had silently appeared behind the high-backed chair at the peak.

The three ferocious dragon heads looked down at them from their high positions, the purple flames in their eye sockets flickering as if they were looking at dead people.

Xi Xi, standing on the far left, didn't even say a word.

He simply raised his left hand slowly.

Several blinding sparks of lightning began to flash wildly between his fingertips and the gaps in his gloves.

Xi Xi casually aimed her lightning-streaked hand at the back of Dianfeng's head, which was sitting in the chair.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

I told you to hurry up and start collecting human sacrifices, why are you still wasting your breath talking to these useless people?

If you don't act now, the next bolt of lightning will strike your head.

This silent threat of death, coupled with the lingering power of the devastating attack just now, and the inviolable majesty that the dragon envoy displayed at close range.

The beastmen who had originally wanted to step forward to help were so frightened that they swallowed back the words they were about to say.

They didn't want their only high priest, who was willing to save them, to be blasted to pieces by that terrifying lightning.

If the high priest dies, who will distribute holy water to them?

Who will save their family members who are dying from illness?

"My lord, High Priest, let's begin."

"Please, stop punishing us. Humanity is ready; we will offer this to the gods."

The orcs below shouted anxiously, fearing that if they hesitated even a second, the high priest's head would be severed.

Peak turned his back to his three teammates who were showing off, rolled his eyes, but his voice still carried that helpless tone.

He nodded weakly, saying nothing more, but simply reached his hand down the steps.

"In that case, the next sacrificer, come up."

Soon, accompanied by the sound of chains being dragged, a tiger-headed man with bulging muscles, who also looked like a minor nobleman, squeezed his way up from the crowd.

Behind him, ten naked, emaciated human slaves were tightly chained together with thick iron chains.

The tiger-headed man grabbed the ten humans and pulled them in front of him, then knelt down on the steps at the top with a thud.

He glanced up at the three cold-eyed dragon envoys behind Dianfeng, shuddered in fright, and quickly looked away, pleading anxiously with Dianfeng.

"High Priest, these are all ten of my two-legged sheep slaves. Please, grant me ten drops of holy water. In my territory, more than a dozen of my trusted guards have been infected with the plague and are waiting for this holy water to save their lives."

In the Tiger-Headed Man's mind, the werewolf had just traded five slaves for five drops of holy water, so he should naturally be able to trade ten for ten drops of holy water.

Peak looked at him, his eyes flickering slightly. He nodded and said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, may the gods have mercy."

Then, as before, Peak closed his eyes, began to form mudras with his hands in front of his chest, and recited the obscure and difficult-to-understand prayer once again.

The tiger-headed man looked expectantly at the peak's hands, and even took out a small pottery jar from his pocket in advance, ready to collect the life-saving holy water.

however.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds passed.

Peak continued his movements, but his hands were empty; not a single drop of holy water appeared out of thin air.

Even more strangely, Gao Feng's expression also began to change.

His tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and large drops of cold sweat even seeped from his forehead. His originally fluent prayer became intermittent, as if he were struggling against some irresistible force.

Finally, he opened his eyes and slumped into the chair as if he had collapsed, staring at his empty hands with a look of astonishment and fear.

"This...how is this possible..."

Peak muttered incredulously to himself.

Seeing this scene, not only was the tiger-headed man kneeling on the ground stunned, but all the orcs in the audience who were full of expectations were also stunned.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the holy water descended?"

"Didn't the high priest already perform the ritual? Has the god abandoned us?"

Chapter 197 Price Increase

Panic spread again among the crowd.

Just then.

The dragon-headed man, who had been standing behind the peak for a thousand years, observing coldly, suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Heh, you ignorant fool."

Qiannian stepped forward, and the dragon's head reached directly above the tiger-headed man's head.

"Not enough? You're so wrong! Do you think the grace of God is like rotten vegetable leaves on a street stall, something you can haggle over at will?"

The voice of a thousand years resounded in the ears of every orc.

"My Lord God, I am very displeased with your stingy and perfunctory attitude just now. Your sincerity is utterly worthless."

With a sudden wave of his hand, Qiannian decisively announced devastating news that plunged all the orcs into an icy abyss:

"From now on, because your stinginess has angered the gods, the price has been raised. Want a drop of holy water of life? You can, but now you must exchange two living humans for a drop of holy water."

"What? Two drops for one drop?"

The crowd erupted in chaos; all the orcs could hardly believe their ears.

Prices doubled in an instant.

This was a devastating blow to the orc civilians who already lacked human slaves.

Qiannian gave them no chance to refute. He stared at the tiger-headed man kneeling on the ground with icy eyes and continued to shout sternly.

"Don't look at me like that. The great God of the Crown Thief has spoken. Go and offer up all the humans in your homes, territories, and even those slave camps, regardless of age, health, or disability, without leaving a single one behind, to the God."

"The deity has a very good appetite today; he wants to eat all of humanity."

The tiger-headed man was completely stunned.

He glanced at the ten humans behind him, then at the terrifying, unyielding dragon head that had stood for millennia.

Two seconds later, the tiger-man nobleman, who had killed without blinking an eye on the battlefield, finally reacted.

Faced with the threat of death and the longing for family, slavery is nothing.

"Yes, Your Excellency, please calm your anger."

The tiger-headed man gritted his teeth and could only resign himself to lowering his noble head.

"Ten humans, please grant me five drops of holy water, High Priest. I will go back and buy more from other slave traders. I will continue to use humans to exchange for more holy water."

Seeing the tiger-headed man's completely subdued appearance, Qiannian retreated with satisfaction, giving Dianfeng a look that said he could continue.

This time, the peak performance was genuine.

He took a deep breath and began the ritual again.

He quickly took out a small bowl from his backpack, which contained exactly five drops of milk.

He handed the five drops of holy water to the tiger-headed man.