The middle-aged man grew increasingly terrified, for he knew perfectly well that the angel before him would make others praise him before devouring him, just like a prayer before a meal; once spoken, he would be eaten.
The problem is, if I don't tell, I'll die anyway.
"Praise... Praise... I praise your mother!" Under immense pressure, the middle-aged man finally broke down completely, roaring hysterically.
For a moment, the entire village fell silent, everyone staring in horror at the middle-aged man and the angel.
The blond man remained expressionless, his smile widening.
"Blasphemy against angels is a grave sin. Your body is filled with filthy sins and needs the faith of everyone to purify you. Come, my devout believers, come and help him cleanse himself of his sins."
The crowd's expressions immediately changed, and some even started to vomit, because the so-called cleansing of sins meant that everyone had to eat the middle-aged man piece by piece.
Seeing the crowd's slow movement, a dangerous glint flashed in the blond man's eyes: "What? Didn't you hear what I said? Or do you want to become sinners like him?"
Faced with such a threat, the group finally took action.
"You've all gone mad! You've all gone mad!" the middle-aged man screamed, getting up to run away, but was surrounded by the villagers.
The golden-haired man watched the scene unfold with great interest, eagerly anticipating what was to come. He unconsciously licked his lips with his scarlet tongue: "Believers, purify quickly..."
Snap!
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a weight on his shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a pair of long, strong hands resting on his shoulders.
Before he could react, a voice filled with suppressed joy rang in his ears: "Look what I've found! A fresh angel."
The blond man's scalp tingled instantly, a feeling of extreme danger—being targeted by a top predator—surging through his mind.
Almost instinctively, it flapped its wings, and instantly its pure white wings were covered with dense veins, emanating an eerie holy light.
However, the holy light, which was like a burst of light, was extinguished in an instant.
The next moment, a tearing pain shot through his back; his wings had been ripped off.
"ah!!"
A piercing scream erupted from his mouth, stunning everyone present. The villagers seemed to be frozen in shock, staring blankly as the once high and mighty angel collapsed in agony.
The tall figure behind him was revealed, wearing a scarlet robe, with a straight posture and handsome face, and holding a pair of wings in his hands.
Fang Xiu was found by following the scent.
"You...you are the Eastern God!" The blond man's pupils suddenly contracted as he sensed the aura of a ninth-rank righteous god emanating from Fang Xiu.
However, Fang Xiu did not answer. He repeated his previous statement that he did not have the habit of talking about food.
Click, click...
Several scarlet chains emerged from his body, binding and locking the terrified blond man, slowly pulling him into the inner world.
After doing all this, Fang Xiu frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied: "It's not a true god, but an empty shell created by human transformation, merely a facade."
He slowly closed his eyes and began to torture the blond man in his inner world to obtain information.
Soon, they obtained the information they wanted. It turned out that the entire Xuanming Domain had already been occupied by a bloodthirsty angel named Kimir. He did not devour the entire Xuanming Domain, but instead established a faith there and transformed some devout souls into the angel race to facilitate the spread of his faith.
This is why we didn't see any traces of the great war before, because the war ended long ago, and this place has become the territory of the Blood Angel Kimil.
The only slightly troublesome thing is that this Blood Angel Kimir is a fifth-rank Heavenly Demon God, whose strength is extraordinary. In ancient times, he would have been qualified to sit at the banquet table in the Peach Banquet.
Just as Fang Xiu was processing this information, the villagers beside him erupted in chaos, finally snapping out of their shock.
However, when faced with Fang Xiu, who saved them, their first reaction was not gratitude, but fear!
"He...he killed the angel!"
"A devil! He's a devil!"
"It's over! We're all finished. We were just supposed to save the village by offering sacrifices every year, but now everyone is going to die!"
"Waaaaah... I don't want to die! It's all your fault! Why did you kill the angel?!"
After the fear came anger, and countless people turned their anger towards Fang Xiu.
"Damn Eastern God! Where were you when the Xuanming Domain was invaded by angels? Now you've appeared and even killed the angel! Are you trying to kill us all?"
At this moment, the middle-aged man who had almost been devoured by the crowd could no longer stand it and roared, "You beasts! He is the Eastern God! He is our guardian deity!"
“Protecting?” An old man who looked like a village chief said tremblingly, “The Blood Angel Lord Kimir is the one protecting the Xuanming Domain! If it weren’t for him, the Xuanming Domain would have been devoured by the demons surrounding it long ago. When the former domain lord Mo You was in power, the Xuanming Domain was often plundered by the demons, and nine out of ten houses were empty.”
With the Blood Angel Lord Kimir in charge, the demons from the outside world dare not invade. Who exactly is protecting them?
The middle-aged man's eyes widened in fury: "How can these be the same?! Kimir is also a demon god, and he devours countless people every day!"
The village chief angrily rebuked, "But Lord Kimir wouldn't be so ruthless. He has always maintained fairness. The sacrifices are always chosen by drawing lots. It's their fate, they can't blame anyone else!"
"You...you..." The middle-aged man looked at the group led by the village chief as if they were crazy, wanting to refute but unable to find the words.
At this moment, Fang Xiu had already opened his eyes. He did not look at the villagers; they were just ants and not worth his attention.
He turned to leave, intending to deal with the Blood Angel Kimil.
However, the villagers had no intention of letting him go. Led by the village chief, a group of villagers surrounded him.
The village chief stood in front of Fang Xiu, his face heavy with worry and lingering fear. He said in a deep voice, "Eastern God, I know you wanted to save us, but you shouldn't have killed the angel. Do you know that what you did will kill us...?"
Fang Xiu glanced indifferently at the village chief and the others: "Save you? You seem to have some misunderstanding about me?"
The village chief seemed extremely agitated, urgently saying, "If it wasn't to save us, why did you kill the angel? Do you know you'll kill us all! As an Eastern deity, your duty is to protect us. The best course of action now is for you to go to Lord Kimir and tell him that everything you've done has nothing to do with us, it's all your doing... ah..."
At this point, the village chief could no longer continue speaking, because a large hand had already grabbed his neck and lifted him up with one hand.
"So noisy."
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