"Down with the False God! Kill the heretic!"
"Down with the False God! Kill the heretic!"
"Down with the False God! Kill the heretic!"
A Guard looked in horror at these humans with monster organs, shouting these offensive words.
Previously, he might have rushed forward recklessly to eliminate these god-blaspheming bastards.
But after witnessing their way of fighting, seeing his companions' bodies brutally torn open with internal organs and severed limbs scattered everywhere, he didn't dare to step forward for a moment.
After drinking the divine water, their defensive power had reached an astonishing level; ordinary weapons could hardly even make a small cut.
Due to their backward material smelting techniques, they couldn't create sharp blades capable of piercing their bodies; the few Divine Weapons that could were obtained by Priests from the god during ceremonies.
The Priests barely had enough for offerings, so how could they give these Divine Weapons to them? Moreover, the number of Divine Weapons could be counted on one's fingers.
Additionally, the monsters they usually dealt with had even lower defense than theirs, so naturally, they didn't expect such sharp weapons.
They tried to make their weapons as large as possible; they had plenty of strength to swing heavier weapons and cause damage through heavy strikes.
However, this became useless upon meeting these people; their proud defensive power was not worth mentioning in front of these people's monster organs.
He saw with his own eyes the opponent's claws plunge into a Guard's chest, rip it open, and then pull out the internal organs one by one.
He saw another with a long tail swing it, hitting a Priest's head and turning it into a bloody mess, unrecognizable from its original form.
Facing such a scene, the Guard was lost. They had always relied on the power of the divine water to bully other monsters, but now that they encountered monsters stronger than them, what should he do?
Just as he was dazed, he suddenly felt something grab his waist, followed by a sense of weightlessness that made him panic.
He discovered it was a person with wings taking him off the ground; the other party seemed to be struggling, their face flushed red, wings flapping faster and faster.
In a hurry, he pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed at the person trying to fly with him.
But this dagger was just a small tool he usually used to skin monster meat; after hitting, it was directly bounced off by the hard scales.
He struggled desperately, but the other party seemed unwilling to let him go and ignored him completely.
Not until he flew high into the air and saw the entire temple below did he accept his fate and stop struggling.
The pain in his waist suddenly eased, and he felt the wind slapping his face; he struggled to open his eyes, only to see the ground getting closer and closer.
With a "bang," he slammed into the ground. He still had a bit of breath left and wasn't dead yet, but he couldn't get up either.
When others saw this sudden scene and identified him as a Guard, they all fell into fear.
Some threw down their weapons and fled; others knelt directly, pleading for their lives.
A 'Half-Dragon Person' had already gone blood-crazy; seeing the opponent drop their weapon, he still wanted to attack but was stopped by one of his own.
"Stop, don't forget the Oracle's command. Those who lay down their weapons can be temporarily spared for later judgment."
Only then did he stop his attack, slamming his claws hard against a nearby stone pillar to vent.
The kneeling person felt gravel hit his face, but he didn't dare make a sound, waiting in terror for the noise to stop.
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The center of Monsa City, the Great Temple; the entire city of Monsa was expanded with this as the center.
Every year, the Priests would check the construction situation on all sides of the city themselves to ensure this remained the unchanging center.
This building had no main gate. Furan led the group, knocked down a few Guards, and broke straight in.
The light inside was somewhat dim, but the basic situation inside could still be seen.
Opposite the entrance was a huge sculpture carved with a human face; however, the back of this face was the head of a dragon, which had its neck extended, thrusting its head forward.
These half-dragon, half-human details were all over the sculpture—for example, the arms were normal human hands, but the fingers had long, slender claws... Lyle looked at this sculpture and felt an inexplicable fear, as if he had done something wrong, but this feeling quickly dissipated as if it had never existed.
In front of this sculpture were several cushions, ornately decorated and looking very valuable.
A figure was sitting on one of these cushions; seeing them enter, he stood up directly, turning his back to the sculpture.
"How did you get them to manifest these traits?"
Angmar asked Furan.
The reason he asked Furan was that among everyone who entered, only Furan had no dragon-like traits.
Moreover, the yellow robe she wore and the purple short sword in her hand were things he had heard about in the descriptions from Tols and Luka.
"That is my God's gift. A heretic like you naturally wouldn't understand."
Furan replied with a light laugh. She looked at the people around her; first, she had to ensure they wouldn't be fooled by a few words, so she started by labeling him.
"The idol you made, while somewhat similar to my God, is ultimately not..."
Lyle and the others suddenly realized. No wonder they felt the sculpture looked a bit like their current state; it turned out the False God had intentionally disguised it.
They immediately took up combat stances and spread out their formation, as if they would rush forward to fight Angmar at any second.
"Heh." Angmar laughed aloud, as if he had heard something extremely funny.
He stretched his arms and threw aside some small ornaments on his body.
"You don't need to tell such lies, because you and I both know we represent different gods. Naturally, a battle is required to decide which deity shall reside in this temple."
His eyes turned into vertical pupils, casting a terrifying gaze over everyone before finally settling on Furan.
What Furan didn't notice was that the book tucked under her arm gradually revealed golden pages, emitting a faint light and vibrating slightly, signaling Furan to use it.
Furan also knew the person in front of her wasn't easy to deal with, but she had entered this trial at the rank of a Formal Mage; she wasn't afraid even if the opponent was Rank 1.
She directly threw the book on the ground to ensure it wouldn't affect her in the upcoming battle.
She directly activated her Spiritual Power, causing her constitution to soar to 6.6, close to a Rank 1 value.
Then she felt rejection from the Spirit World. She sensed it carefully; if it remained like this for ten minutes, she would be kicked out of the trial.
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