The system notification appeared in Lin Mo's mind again.
Now you must pretend to be captured, then take the initiative to beg for mercy, pleading with the gods to forgive your wrongdoing. They will most likely then demand that you go to their true temple, to see their master!
During this process, whatever orders you receive, you must remain silent and obey them all...
I want to eat with them, live with them, worship with them, and even fight with them!!!
Thinking of this, Lin Mo lowered his head and said to the man, "Yes, sir, I am your prisoner..."
The man glanced at Lin Mo with displeasure. "Since you're a prisoner, you should kneel before me!"
"Kneel down..." Lin Mo frowned.
I didn't even kneel before Wei Maozhen back then, why would I kneel before you?
However, Usk didn't give Lin Mo much of a chance to catch his breath. He rudely walked up to Lin Mo and suddenly exerted force, forcing Lin Mo to kneel down. "Damn it, I've only ever knelt before my parents in my life. Even if I die, I will never kneel before you!" Lin Mo turned around angrily, his gaze like a knife shooting towards Usk.
"Lin Mo, listen to me," the tall man said. "The master already knows everything about you. Now, even if I tear you to pieces, the master won't even blink."
"I think we should just kill him!" Usk said viciously.
"No, please don't!" another person hurriedly dissuaded. "The master may not care, but that lord would prefer to keep them alive!"
"Yeah, this kid is worth fifty years of faith points!"
Upon hearing this, the tall, imposing servant waved his hand.
At his signal, Usk and a foul-smelling servant dragged Lin Mo up and pushed him to the campfire.
"Two bastards!" Lin Mo cursed inwardly. He could take their weapons and fight them to the death.
However, the opponents were numerous, and each of them was far stronger than Lin Mo.
Without the system's help, it would be a miracle if he could defeat even one or two.
And the final outcome will likely be an inevitable death.
Lin Mo doesn't want to die yet, at least not now!
"What a wonderful day!" the tall man laughed heartily.
Around his neck hung a necklace of coins of varying sizes, shapes, materials, and craftsmanship, resembling a colorful necklace that emitted an eerie yet alluring glow.
This is proof of his travels around the world, Lin Mo can see.
"Yes, sir, today is a good day!" Lin Mo laughed. "I think your master values me highly. After all, he actually sent so many powerful experts to capture me!"
"Oh! You dare to flatter yourself," the man said. "You really think your master takes you seriously?"
As he spoke, he gave Usk another look, which the latter immediately understood. He strode forward and roughly shoved Lin Mo aside. At the same time, another servant of the gods, clad in gray armor, stretched out his long leg and kicked Lin Mo hard, sending him crashing to the ground.
Usk stepped forward, holding shackles, and pulled Lin Mo's arm in front of him.
At that moment, a servant of the gods, whose appearance was remarkably similar to that of a Doth, lowered his dagger and drew a massive Doth scimitar. It was a weapon commonly used by the Doth, shaped like a sickle, sharp and dangerous.
Lin Mo's expression changed drastically, his voice filled with terror and confusion: "What...what exactly do you want to do?"
The servant in gray armor jumped onto Lin Mo's back with a chuckle, his smile revealing a disturbing madness.
"What are you doing? You're such a buggy host, your behavior is far too arrogant!" the leader said coldly. "Is 'arrogant' a word exclusive to you Earthlings? Heh heh, for that, I'm going to punish you."
"That means chopping off your troublesome right hand!"
Lin Mo sneered inwardly, "Trying to scare me? Or do you want to see me panic, even to the point of wetting my pants and begging for mercy? Hmph, you guys underestimate me."
Sunlight shimmered on the blade of the flying Doss dagger, so fast it was dazzling.
"They're really here?" Lin Mo's voice was filled with astonishment. "System, Zhao Wushi, aren't you going to do anything?"
The system remained silent, save for Zhao Wushi's deep and resolute voice, "Close your eyes, Lin Mo, and endure it silently!"
Lin Mo was horrified. "Are you kidding me? They're going to cut off my right hand!" The fear almost made him unable to stand.
However, in the next instant, a sharp pain, like being cut by a knife, struck.
"Ah—" Lin Mo's scream echoed in the night sky.
His right hand had been cleanly and decisively severed by the Doss scimitar, blood splattering everywhere and staining the surrounding earth red...
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A searing pain shot through his severed limb, as if flames were constantly licking at his arm.
The pain was unbearable. Even though they tried to burn the wound shut with torches, the lingering heat of the flames tormented him day and night, as if his fingers were still withering in the fire, those fingers that once belonged to him no longer were.
He was not inexperienced in being hurt before, but this time, the humiliation and pain he felt far exceeded anything he had experienced before. This pain was like a cruel torture, unbearable and unforgivable for him.
Lately, the sound of reciting Buddhist scriptures has been involuntarily escaping his lips. Those scriptures that he had learned lightly in his childhood are now flooding his mind like a tide.
In his memory, he once knelt side by side with his grandmother on Earth in a solemn Buddhist hall, devoutly reciting these scriptures.
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