"Great God Clan Lords, the leader, elders, and messengers are all missing, and the God Cult has suffered a devastating blow... I hope to get your help and help us leave the human territory..."
At the very beginning, Kal'tsit transmitted all the information without hesitation.
And it was precisely because of this that the Beast King, who was preparing to send a message to these traitors to collect hundreds of thousands of human beings as sacrifices, was dumbfounded.
"What? Gone? Such a big organization! It just disappeared like that? Are you kidding me?"
"I didn't sleep for long! It hasn't been long since we last contacted each other, how come he suddenly disappeared?"
For a moment, the Beast King's eyes were filled with confusion, and he inexplicably felt as if he was wandering in a trance.
It's like... a dream.
In the eyes of high-level alien beasts, the concept of time is somewhat different from that of humans.
It is normal to sleep for a year or so, or take a nap for more than ten days.
Therefore, in this person's feeling, the time that has passed from the normal state of the religion to its current destruction is just like a nap.
On the other side, after Kyle sent the message, he was anxiously waiting for a reply.
But no matter how long I waited, there was no movement.
However, in his perception, he could clearly sense that in this miniature space tunnel, there was a powerful spiritual force, like a huge monster, exuding oppression.
And all the time, he wanted to kneel down on the ground and worship madly.
This alone is enough to prove a premise.
That means the magic circle has communicated successfully and has made contact with that adult.
But the specific reason why the other side did not respond is still unknown.
After a while, the Beast King still did not respond, and the energy of the second blood sacrifice performed by the evil warrior had been consumed.
The bloody red light dissipated, and the space tunnel in the middle disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Kal'tsit was very confused. Was this a success or a failure?
Let’s say it was a success!
The information was indeed sent and the situation was made clear.
Say it didn’t work!
There was no reply at all. I could clearly sense it, but there was no answer at all.
To be honest, he is now somewhat doubtful about his life, and even suspects that he is hallucinating. That majestic will may have never existed.
Everything comes from imagination.
"Bah~"
Brush brush brush~
Lights were turned on one after another, and this enclosed place was once again as bright as day.
Dozens of remnants of the evil warriors were all looking at Kal'tsit, who was standing in the middle and looking a little confused, with scorching eyes.
Then, one urging and questioning after another followed.
"Kal'tsit, have you communicated? What did the gods say?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Give us the instructions quickly! When can we head to the Protoss' territory?"
"Yes! I can't wait to become a member of the God Clan. I really don't want to be a human anymore!"
"Hurry up! Don't waste time!"
“…”
At this moment, Kal'tsit felt her scalp tingling.
The truth must not be told.
Besides, even if I told them, these people definitely wouldn't believe it.
So he swallowed and spoke calmly.
"Humph! You bunch of idiots! I have successfully contacted the Lord of the Gods!"
"The adults said that we are all members of the God Clan, and they will never give up on us."
Hearing this, smiles and relief appeared on the faces of the evil warriors, and they looked much more relaxed.
Although they didn't know whether it was true or not, it was somewhat of a psychological comfort and relieved a lot of pressure.
During this period, the pressure brought by the Martial Arts Association was really too great.
I was worried every minute and every second, afraid that something might go wrong.
Now, there is a glimmer of hope, like a ray of light in the darkness, which makes them intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
To be honest, these guys are a bit like those Western-loving people who wanted to immigrate in Lin Ping'an's previous life.
He doesn't want to be a human being and wants to run over to be a dog for other things.
Even if they are despised, kicked and beaten, and treated like a nobody, they still enjoy it and are willing to work like a slave.
Most people simply cannot understand the abnormal psychology of such people.
Maybe, something that was supposed to be reborn as an animal accidentally became a human fetus.
It is completely lowering the moral and IQ level of the human race.
The same is true of the mentality of these human traitors right now.
For a long time, the domestic propaganda has been that the environment of the Ten Thousand Races is cruel, cold and bloody.
But these guys just don't believe it. They stubbornly think that the air over there among all the races is sweet. After they go there, they can become one of them and live the life of their dreams.
But in reality, the end result is just being swallowed in one gulp.
"Master God, how are you going to take us away?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Tell me the plan now!"
"Don't waste time! Explain yourself quickly!"
“…”
The evil warriors kept urging them on, and some of their eyes were vaguely dangerous.
Seeing this, Kal'tsit took a deep breath and spoke with a serious expression.
"The Lord of the Divine Religion has appointed me as the acting leader. From now on, I will revive the Divine Religion."
"Besides, the Lord said that our contribution is not enough for him to take it back. We need to keep working hard."
"Due to our lack of strength, we have to remain hidden and just provide intelligence."
"Every once in a while, it needs to be sent secretly."
"The rarer and more valuable the intelligence is, the higher the contribution it will receive."
"Besides that, as long as we do something else that can make a great contribution, it will also make the gods happy, and they will help us escape from the sea of suffering."
…
This set of rhetoric was made up on the fly. He had only one idea, to fool people first.
However, although the idea is good, the reality may not be as smooth as imagined.
It turns out that no matter what organization it is, there will always be a type of person called a nitpicker.
As soon as these words were spoken, several people jumped out.
"Bullshit! Whatever you say is the truth? Why do you think you can be the leader?"
"That's right. It's ridiculous that the God Clan would choose a fourth-rank trash like you as their leader. Can't you make up some truth?"
"Whether it was real communication or fake communication, it is still unknown. You are just lucky to be alive and breathing."
“…”
The people who spoke were all of the fifth rank, one level stronger than Kal'tsit.
It is still uncertain whether they are real argumentative people or are using the name of argumentative people to fight for power and profit.
No matter when or where, some people will fight for power regardless of the occasion.
This is true even if this is just a religious organization that is like a lost dog.
If you can take power and gain access to these broken powers, then even if you are being hunted, your chances of surviving should be greater.
With all the interests at stake, these people were all ready to make a move, their eyes full of greed and cunning.
And at the same time.
While Kal'tsit cursed in her heart, she also spoke in a prepared tone.
"I have made it very clear. I am not the leader, but the acting leader. If you don't believe me, let's find another time to conduct a blood sacrifice to communicate."
“At that time, whoever has an idea will take the initiative to host the ceremony.”
"Of course, if you anger the God Clan, the consequences are self-evident."
Hearing this, the fifth-grade masters looked at each other and saw the hesitation and retreat in the others' eyes.
Anyone who has lived until now and is still alive must be a coward, right?
The only possible consequence of failing to communicate with the gods is the destruction of one's spiritual power.
Becoming a living dead who can only breathe is no different from being dead.