Liang Shu, who was directing the brewing of medicine, frowned slightly.
Her cold gaze swept over the leading man in the brocade robe, and the ominous, pustular monsters behind him.
Her heart sank; she knew she couldn't hide it for long.
"Monster! A monster is coming!"
Someone shouted first, and the crowd immediately erupted in chaos.
They instinctively backed away, wanting to get away from the source of the terror.
The tranquility of the temple was instantly shattered by terrified screams and the cries of children.
"Don't panic! Get behind us!"
Niu Da roared angrily, his voice booming like a bell.
He exchanged a glance with Niu Er and Niu San, and without hesitation stepped forward, blocking the path of the disaster victims and Liang Shu and the others.
In an instant, a yellowish-brown light burst forth from the three of them!
"Moo!"
Amidst the deafening roar of the bull, the three brothers' burly bodies rapidly swelled and deformed.
In the blink of an eye, three giant, earth-yellow bulls, each over ten feet tall at the shoulder and covered in skin as hard as rock, appeared before the crowd.
Their heavy breaths exhaled white vapor, and their enormous, bell-like eyes stared intently at the approaching pustule monster and the brocade-robed man at its head.
The solid hooves of the ox pounded the ground, producing a series of dull thuds.
Upon seeing this, the man in the brocade robe was first taken aback, then a more cruel smile appeared on his lips.
His gaze suddenly fell on Liang Shu, who stood behind the giant bull with a cool expression.
Even in such a simple setting, her face was exquisitely beautiful and ethereal.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a stunning beauty!"
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and greedily licked his lips, his eyes filled with undisguised lust.
"And those few over there are quite attractive too."
His gaze swept over Tong Yiwen and several other beautiful women from the desolate mountains, his eyes shining even brighter.
"Beauties, why follow a false god who can't even protect himself?"
His voice was high-pitched, with a strange, seductive quality.
"That damned mountain god can't protect you at all!"
"Why not abandon the darkness and embrace the light as soon as possible, and run into the arms of our God of Plague!"
"Or, throw yourself into my arms, and I'll make you feel like you're in heaven!"
Upon hearing this, the plague demon followers behind him burst into lewd laughter.
"Big brother is right! Follow us, and we'll guarantee you a life of luxury!"
"This delicate skin is much prettier than those boils!"
Foul language, unbearable to hear, echoed before the temple.
Inside the temple, the disaster victims who had just been trembling with fear were instantly enraged upon hearing these words!
Fear was replaced by an even stronger anger at this moment!
Over the past three days, it was these fairy-like figures who pulled them back from the brink of death!
It was they who worked tirelessly, day and night, to treat them, and to deliver medicine and porridge!
It was they who brought the hope of life and the protection of the Mountain Goddess!
Now, these saviors are being publicly humiliated by this group of vile monsters!
"You beasts!"
The previously trembling old man now had wide-open eyes and was shaking with rage.
He picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and glared fiercely at the man in the brocade robe.
"You are not allowed to insult the messenger of the Mountain Goddess!"
"Let's fight them!" a young man roared, grabbing a fire poker.
The women shielded the children behind them and picked up stones, broken bowls, and even pestles for pounding medicine!
In their eyes, there was no longer fear, but rather a burning flame of defending faith and dignity!
An elderly woman with gray hair, leaning on a cane, walked shakily to the front, her voice hoarse but incredibly firm.
"You inhuman creatures! The messengers of the Mountain Goddess saved us, and yet you want to harm them!"
"I've lived this long, what haven't I seen!"
"If you dare to lay a finger on any of the fairies, or harbor any filthy thoughts, we'll fight you to the death!"
The man in the brocade robe looked at the group of ragged refugees holding crude weapons and seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow, his face full of mockery and disdain.
"You think you can fight with your old, weak, sick and disabled?"
"A bunch of ants who can't even feed themselves dare to swagger in front of me?"
The people behind him burst into laughter, pointing and whispering.
"Haha, they're going to fight us to the death! I'm so scared!"
"What will you fight with? The festering sores on your bodies?"
"A bunch of ignorant fools! They have no idea how great the power of the God of Plague is!"
"That mountain god you worship is nothing but a lowly, wicked god in front of the God of Plague!"
His arrogance and domineering attitude were evident in his words.
On the temple side, no one backed down in the face of the taunts from the plague demon's followers.
Even the children who were just crying had wiped away their tears.
They imitated the adults, picking up pebbles or tightly gripping a small twig, glaring timidly yet resolutely at the group of villains.
His youthful face was filled with hatred and anger that belied his age.
The smile on the man in the brocade robe gradually faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent.
He glanced at the overconfident believers before him, shook his head slightly, and uttered a seemingly plausible but ultimately unconvincing remark.
"That's utterly absurd!"
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish!"
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