Zhuge Chengxi: "..."
What nonsense are you talking about.
Zhuge Chengxi was not interested in the superstitious things the high priest said, and he ignored them completely. He leisurely looked at the terrain along the way, and suddenly felt that these believers were quite pathetic. They relied on gods to exist, were trapped in the Ciguang Swamp, and lost their freedom, but they were still grateful to the gods, dedicated everything they had to the gods, and served the gods all their lives. It was really sad and lamentable.
Among the demonic cultivators, there are also many who learn how to seduce people and influence their thinking, so as to achieve the effect of controlling others. However, those demonic cultivators are not as powerful as the so-called "gods", nor can they grant their believers more abilities, so they cannot form a tribe like the Compassionate Tribe.
Zhuge Chengxi followed the high priest while he was lost in thought. Before he knew it, he had reached the middle of the mountain. Seeing houses and farmland, he couldn't help but wonder, "You guys are still farming?"
"We are human beings. People need water to drink and food to eat. If we don't farm, what will we eat?" said the high priest.
"Okay, I thought you all had already practiced fasting." Zhuge Chengxi walked over and looked at the crops in the field. They were growing well, but they were different from ordinary crops in the outside world. The crops here were all dark green in color, and looked as if they were poisonous, making people lose their appetite. Even the tomatoes were green. Zhuge Chengxi didn't recognize them as tomatoes at first, and only found out after hearing what the high priest said.
The high priest added, "The gods have compassion on mortals, so we must learn how to live like mortals: men farm and women weave, and work hard."
Zhuge Chengxi: “…” It’s so annoying to hear him talk about gods all the time.
The two continued walking up the mountain.
Since many members of the Compassionate Tribe had been injured by the Burning Heart Flame before, they were all carried to the vicinity of the statue. The rest of the Compassionate Tribe cried and danced a strange and varied dance. This dance was different from the dance when offering sacrifices. This dance conveyed a message of "help" to the gods, praying for the gods' mercy and help, but the gods did not respond. One after another, the Compassionate Tribe members died, their bodies turned into blood, flowed to the altar, and were injected into the bodies of the gods.
Zhuge Chengxi closed his eyes and felt that the dance was very magical, and seemed to be in line with the Taoist rhyme, but it was definitely not a good Taoism. If he studied the dance carefully, he would have an urge to join in.
Zhuge Chengxi said, "Instead of praying to God, you should come to me and ask for mercy. As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, I will let them go."
"You bold lunatic! We, the tribesmen, only kneel before our parents and the gods. Who do you think you are to make us kneel?"
"I pray that the gods will punish these arrogant and ignorant people severely!"
"God, please have mercy..."
Zhuge Chengxi sneered, and a flame lit up in his eyes again.
"ah--"
Screams rang out one after another, and the dance was forced to interrupt as all the dancing tribesmen fell to the ground howling in pain.
"Stop!" The high priest's eyes widened. There were no flowers, plants, or trees blocking the view, and the area was wide open, so Zhuge Chengxi could easily see all the dancing tribesmen, and thus plant the Burning Heart Flame in everyone's heart.
In a blink of an eye, all the tribesmen fell.
Except for the high priest and Lan Tao.
The high priest finally noticed Lan Tiao at this time. Previously in the miasma forest, the high priest was busy chasing people, and many of the tribesmen were safe, so Lan Tiao was not conspicuous at that time. Now there were only two people left, and Lan Tiao stood out from the crowd and was particularly conspicuous.
The high priest asked, "How are you okay?"
Lan Tiao didn't know how to explain it. In fact, he knew too well what was going on. He could only attribute it to the defensive spiritual weapon he brought with him as a gift from his sister.
Zhuge Chengxi, enjoying the fun, said with a smile, "Because he knelt down and begged for mercy before, I forgave him."
Hearing this, the high priest glared at Lan Tiao angrily and scolded her, "How can you be so spineless? As a believer in the gods, you should be careful with your words and actions and shouldn't kowtow to outsiders. We would rather die standing than kneel before anyone other than the gods or our parents, because they are unworthy! You must know that even if we die, we must die with dignity, because after death, the gods will advise us to go to the great kingdom built by the gods with their supreme power. Considering that you have just joined our tribe and don't understand many things, I will not bother with you this time... If there is a next time, I will not let you off easily!"
Lan Tiao lowered his head and looked submissive. He didn't want to argue with the high priest about such a meaningless matter. Besides, he didn't kneel at all. But it was meaningless to explain at this time. It was like bandits broke into the village and spared no one, young or old, except Lan Tiao. At this time, no matter how Lan Tiao explained, everyone would think that he was an accomplice of the bandits, and there was no point in saying more.
The reason why Lan Tiao was not labeled a "traitor" was because this entire race was loyal to the gods and it was impossible for them to betray. Therefore, in the eyes of the high priest, Lan Tiao was at most a little afraid of death, but his crime was not punishable by death.
As for the tribesmen, some wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy from Zhuge Chengxi. After all, it was too painful. Before, everyone was afraid that they would only be humiliated and die in the end, so they didn't kneel. But now, seeing that Lan Tiao was intact, it showed that kneeling was useful, so of course they had to kneel. Although everyone was willing to die for the gods, now death was not for the gods at all, and it would be in vain and meaningless. Many people convinced themselves in their hearts and prepared to beg for mercy, but the words about backbone said by the high priest made the tribesmen embarrassed to speak. But some people were more witty. They didn't say anything, but knelt down in the direction of Zhuge Chengxi and kowtowed deeply, hoping in their hearts that Zhuge Chengxi would be kind enough to spare their lives.
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