Chapter 134 I'm so bold

The most important event is the Beast God Festival.

Because of the sudden changes in the Beast God Square before, the faith that had gradually faded over the years was picked up again by hundreds of millions of orcs.

With continuous offerings, the newly built statue glowed with a faint divine aura, and it finally regained some of its deity-like appearance.

As the guardian priest, Song Heqing naturally had to preside over the ceremony with Dean Bai.

The high priest with an immortal look personally painted ancient animal patterns on him, which made his face like a banished immortal even more exquisite. The forehead ornament between his eyebrows was inlaid with gems, which sparkled brightly under the light.

The priest's robe was embroidered with intricate and delicate totems, as if woven with the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with a soft and mysterious light.

The gorgeous attire did not overshadow Song Heqing's beauty. Wen You adjusted the belt around his waist, stared at the man's soft and rosy lips for two seconds, and smiled like a cunning little fox.

"Qingqing, if I kiss you now, would it be considered blasphemy against the Beast God..."

Before she finished speaking, she was pressed into the man's arms. The passionate kiss, with the mellow and peaceful scent of sandalwood, gradually invaded her mouth, lingering and long.

After a long time, Song Heqing held her lower lip to calm her breathing, and murmured vaguely in a gentle and hoarse voice.

"Of course it counts. I am so bold as to blaspheme the Beast God before the festival begins."

The time came. Wen You stood in the line of believers and watched the priest's procession walk towards the center of the square.

Song Heqing held the scepter in his hand and walked lightly and solemnly. Every step seemed to be stepping on the long river of time. Even among a team of priest disciples with superior appearance, he looked particularly handsome and outstanding.

Ancient and mysterious sacrificial songs were sung, the ethereal and pleasant Sanskrit sounds lingered, and the believers were guided to worship the statues.

Wen You looked at the statue, whose face was carved in the same mold as his own, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should worship it or not.

While she was struggling, she noticed that the male orc next to her did not bow either, and she couldn't help but glance at him curiously.

The male was quite tall, and with Wen You's height, he could only see his sharp jawline when he glanced sideways.

Below is a set of platinum-colored light armor, and combat boots tightly fit the calves with smooth lines. The incredible proportions blend with the cold and solemn temperament of a soldier, like a cold weapon that has not been unsheathed.

Could it be the leaders of the other major districts?

Wen You had no time to think about it. As tens of thousands of believers bowed devoutly, strange yet familiar sacrificial songs flooded into his eardrums, and countless messy images flashed through his mind.

A gentle divine power brought her into a dreamland.

Ling Qixian is a staunch atheist.

But he would arrive on time for the Beast God Festival every year, for a simple reason: Beast God Square was the place in the central district where riots were most likely to occur.

Facts have proved that his idea was correct. The original hideous and terrifying beast god statue was indeed strange.

As for the so-called new god... it's nothing more than a means for the little female to gain attention and consolidate her position. As long as it does no harm to the Zhuoyang Empire, he will not interfere.

However, standing in the square today, facing the newly sculpted statue, he inexplicably had the urge to kneel down and worship it.

Ling Qixian could only attribute his abnormal reaction to the fact that this new god was more bizarre than the previous evil god.

The brim of his military cap was pulled down, casting a shadow that obscured the solemn and cold cherry-pink pupils beneath his brow. Ling Qixian wanted to turn around and leave, but a thin and short man beside him fell straight towards him.

The weather in mid-April is pleasant, and even though there is plenty of sunlight, it won't cause heatstroke.

The man frowned, thinking that the orcs in the central area lived too comfortably and had all become useless, but he still raised his hand impatiently to help.

The shoulders under the palm are slender and delicate, and you can feel the obvious bones, but not much muscle, like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll.

"Wake up, don't touch porcelain."

Ling Qixian grabbed the other person's shoulders and shook him.

The cowboy hat on Wen You's head fell to the ground, and her long hair fell down under the violent movement, sliding smoothly to her waist, revealing her rosy cheeks.

He looked like he had just fallen into a coma.

But she was obviously a female, the only female in the Burning Sun Empire, and the beast god who was rumored to have come to the world.

Ling Qixian's breathing stagnated, and he slowed down his movements with his hands, and simply picked up the girl, who seemed so soft and boneless, and carried her sideways.

In this case, the patient should be sent to the hospital immediately.

But when he saw that the girl looked exactly like the statue, Ling Qixian hesitated. He swore that he had never been so superstitious in his life.

After a light brain scan confirmed that the girl's physiological signs were normal, he chose to pick up the cowboy hat, dusted off the dust, put it back on the girl's head, and held her closer to the statue.

Wen You felt that the noisy world was quiet for a moment, and then it became even more chaotic.

Countless scenes flashed before my eyes like a kaleidoscope.

The half-naked females were tied up, whipped and urged by the star bandits, and rushed them onto the spacecraft...

The collapsed beastman was driven into the primitive jungle, where there seemed to be a white tiger that looked like Jingzhe...

The pharmacist, with bloodshot eyes and black eyes, cried bitterly and overturned the laboratory table in anger, and colorful liquids and glass shards scattered on the ground...

The beastmen on the verge of extinction prayed to the Beast God for protection. However, the Beast God, whom they regarded as their savior, never showed up and did not bless them.

Everything ended when the white-haired old man held out a light green potion and announced happily: The inhibitor was successful! We are saved!

Wen You looked at the old man and found that he looked 50% similar to the Carlos brothers, especially his representative beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Someone patted her shoulder gently, and it was like a soft spring breeze blowing by, bringing with it flexible and continuous vitality.

Wen You turned around and couldn't help but widen her eyes.

"Y-Yu God?"

The almost transparent shadow of the god stood there, looking at her with gentle and loving eyes.

It was still the same face, but the other person was much more mature than her, and his expression showed a calmness and composure.

"Don't call me that. I'm just a fallen, useless sinful god."

"No," Wen You couldn't help but approach her, "It was the Soul Killers who destroyed your statue and took away your faith. Otherwise, you wouldn't have watched them die without helping them, right?"

This is the most reasonable explanation Wen You could think of. The Soul-Slaying Star bandits destroyed the statue of the God of Protection and left behind the statue of the God of Killing that they worshipped, thus replacing one thing with another.

Unexpectedly, a distorted expression appeared on Youshen's face, pain, sadness, despair, regret...all kinds of complex emotions intertwined together, and he seemed to be shedding invisible tears of blood.

"Yes and no. The source of the sin was that I fell in love with Shi and inadvertently led his followers to the Burning Sun Star."

Wen You was struck by lightning. He stood there in shock, his hands and feet began to tremble with coldness. "What about me? Who am I?"