Dwarves are also a long-lived race; their lives are carefree, and the storms they experience will fade away with time.
Wild beasts lack mature thought, let alone complex desires.
As for the demi-humans, all they need is freedom.
Just like now.
"Therefore, I should thank you for enslaving these demi-humans."
Viktor's words were cold, devoid of any gratitude.
Only intense indifference and mockery pierced the ears of the crowd, as if condemning their deserved fate.
"Because of you, they have the opportunity to repay my kindness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor waved his hand gently.
The colorful trench coat behind her fluttered in the wind, and the long, shimmering light of the elements flowed and spread in the air, creating a magnificent and dreamlike scene.
He simply extended his hand and placed Vega in his palm.
It was placed before all the demi-humans could see.
"Do you see that, you demi-humans?"
"It is the god who can grant you freedom."
"Remember Habika's name, believe in her, and praise her."
"Then, you will be on your way to freedom."
Victor's voice seemed to possess a bewitching magic, its lightness deeply resonating in the hearts of countless demi-humans.
The sounds made them look somewhat confused, glancing to the left and right.
Immediately, countless demi-humans witnessed this scene.
The two tiger-men in front of them also imitated the bear-men's movements, saluting Victor high in the sky.
More precisely, it was a gesture of allegiance to the crow, kneeling on one knee, pounding one's chest with one's right fist.
Immediately afterwards, more and more demi-humans looked at the two tiger-men and the single bear-man.
As if they had found their anchor, their eyes gradually became bright and determined, and their fear faded.
Then, following their commander, they knelt on one knee.
Following their example, I placed one hand on my chest and swore allegiance to the crows.
Swish swish swish—
One after another, wave after wave, countless demi-humans knelt down from front to back, making the same gesture.
Most of the demi-humans did not move properly, but they had a determined expression and serious eyes.
Because they came precisely for freedom.
Praise be to my Lord.
Praise be to our Lord!
Praise be to our Lord!!!
One sound after another rang out from the demi-human's throat.
The powerful sound pierced through the natural world and spread throughout the entire universe.
The humans, who were already furious, were stunned for a moment, listening in shock to the ear-piercing roars and shouts.
Before this, they had never even seen their own demi-human slaves speak.
Many even believe that demi-humans are a silent race.
And now, the voices of tens of millions of demi-humans are growing louder and more unified.
Their cries drowned out the angry curses of humans, and like a raging wildfire, they gradually rose into the sky.
And the human voice is growing weaker and weaker.
Finally, amidst the demi-human's roar, it gradually dissipated.
At this moment, no one spoke.
All that remained were the shouts of the demi-humans.
And the faith unique to the demi-humans soared into the sky wave after wave.
The invisible flow of water, like a vast waterfall, surged upstream against the current, rushing towards the heavens, following the broken space.
Waves surged toward Vega's body.
Feeling the convergence of faith, Vega's tiny body fluttered its wings, and its laughter grew even more excited.
The sharp, hoarse voice came from deep within his throat.
"Haha, that's awesome, so awesome!"
Its voice was filled with surprise, and it seemed a little out of breath when it spoke.
However, it looked relaxed and content, as if it were thoroughly enjoying itself.
In Victor's hands, it tilted its head back, closed its eyes, spread its broad wings, and received the baptism of all power.
The unending faith of tens of millions of subhumans is astonishing and extraordinary.
Soon, Vega's body was enveloped in a thick black mist amidst an invisible ripple.
The dark mist expanded rapidly and gradually detached from Victor's palm.
call--
In an instant, the fog suddenly dissipated.
From the darkness emerged a fair-skinned girl.
She was enveloped in swirling black mist, which seemed to veil her fair skin like a delicate veil.
The young woman wore a long black dress with lace patterns on the chest, and her most alluring feature was a touch of femininity peeking out from the edge of the dress.
The light gauze skirt cascaded down to the bottom of her calves, revealing a pair of delicate little feet.
What is most striking is her smile, which contains mockery, ridicule, and contempt.
Amidst everyone's shocked gazes, the girl suddenly opened her single eye, which was not covered by her dark hair.
Within it, a dazzling and magnificent purple light shone forth.
Her pupils were crystal clear, but the depth and sinister aura beneath them sent chills down one's spine.
The girl's lips curled into a smile, and the surrounding black mist surged violently outwards.
An eerie pressure swept down, engulfing the boundless world.
"The small fry."
"Are we preparing to welcome the return of the evil god?"
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