Chapter 572: Chapter 498: Half-Beast Miners
“Spit… spit before you go?”
“On the statue of the True God?”
*After hearing Little Xian Miao’s words, the eyes of the half-beast and human captives beca vacant.*
*The majesty of the True God could not be desecrated. If soone truly did such a thing, they would be dood!*
*Although these statues were only temporarily taken out by the elves and were not the ones enshrined in the temple, they were still representatives of the True God.*
*And in the world of Segis, which had the presence of True Gods, even if there was no communication through the power of faith between the statues representing the True Gods and the True Gods themselves, there was still an ethereal connection.*
*To desecrate such a statue, even if it did not attract the True God’s attention, would still brand oneself as a blaspher.*
*The collapse of faith was inevitable, and forgiveness was nearly impossible.*
*In such a case, there would truly be no turning back, as one would be rejected by the original faith’s church.*
*So cruel!*
*How cruel!*
*The half-beasts and human rcenaries were terrified.*
*They were shallow believers themselves, but if devout believers heard such an order from the elves, it would be better for them to die…*
*Even for shallow believers, such blasphemy could cause a massive shock to their worldview and beliefs.*
*The half-beasts and rcenaries could never have imagined that these elves would issue such an order…*
*Conflicts between True Gods were often restrained, especially when it ca to the majesty and dignity of True Gods.*
*This approach was no different from the audacious believers of Evil Gods!*
“Evil God… that terrifying existence in the Elf Forest must be an Evil God!”
Sharu, frightened by Little Xian Miao’s words, muttered to himself.
*The captives gradually fell into unrest.*
*Seeing that the captives were afraid but still did not move, the players beca a little impatient.*
*They had been there for quite a while.*
*With so much loot this ti, bringing it back would be no small task. And since so half-beasts had managed to escape earlier, they were indeed a bit worried about whether there would be reinforcents from the half-beasts if things dragged on for too long…*
*Noticing the impatience of other players, Little Xian Miao thought for a mont and repeated,*
“Make a choice quickly, blasphe… or die.”
*After speaking, she winked at Mairrel and casually pulled out a shiny gemstone from her chest, tossing it over.*
*Mairrel’s eyes lit up.*
*He quickly reached out to catch the gemstone, happily putting it in his pocket, then cooperatively unleashed the Dragon Fear, beginning to intimidate…*
*With the appearance of Dragon Fear, the half-beasts and humans felt an incomparably terrifying aura descend upon them, causing their hair to stand on end and their hearts to race.*
*So of the weaker captives couldn’t bear it and directly fell to the ground with a thud.*
*For a mont, their expressions grew even more terrified.*
*However, although they were terrified and afraid, still no one stood up…*
*Seeing this situation, Little Xian Miao frowned slightly.*
*She realized that although these half-beasts and humans were shallow believers, their faith was much more steadfast than she had imagined.*
*At this ti, she suddenly understood why every ti the players in the Elf Forest joked about the Goddess in front of the elves, even if it was just a single sentence, their favorability plumted.*
*The NPCs in the Elf Kingdom genuinely valued faith.*
*Little Xian Miao’s gaze road over the captives, finally settling on the only Half-Beast Priest.*
*Her heart stirred, and her lips curled into a smile.*
*If she rembered correctly, it was this priest’s surrender that triggered a chain reaction, leading to the complete collapse of the half-beast tribe, which otherwise still had so resistance…*
*Perhaps she should start with him.*
*Thinking of this, she bead at Sharu and said,*
“You go first.”
*For a mont, all eyes focused on Sharu.*
*Sharu: …*
*Seeing Little Xian Miao’s smile, he felt a chill run down his spine.*
*At the sa ti, he sensed himself being locked onto by nurous gazes.*
*These were the elves who killed without batting an eye, seeming poised to act if he uttered a ‘no’, ready to send him back to the Divine Country in the next second.*
*No… although he was a priest, he was a defective one. Even if he died, he would not return to the Divine Country; he would simply die…*
*At this mont, Sharu felt an icy chill settle in his heart.*
*Was there still…*
*a choice?*
*He initially surrendered just to stay alive…*
*He was truly afraid of dying.*
*A good death…wasn’t better than a wretched life.*
*After struggling internally for a while, Sharu finally stood up.*
*At that mont, his face was ashen, his eyes vacant.*
*Seeing him stand up, the other half-beasts widened their eyes in disbelief.*
*For a mont, the captives beca even more restless.*
*Feeling the piercing gaze on him, Sharu gritted his teeth and walked up to Uller’s statue…*
“he…tui…”
*He spat with a look of tragic determination.*
*In the mont he desecrated the statue, the power of faith within Sharu abruptly shattered, and his previously Silver Lower-level strength deflated like a punctured balloon, plumting instantaneously…*
*Within re seconds, he lost all his priestly powers, becoming an ordinary half-beast.*
*Betraying the True God naturally ant losing the power bestowed by the True God.*
*Feeling the vanished power of faith within him, Sharu was not all that disappointed; instead, he felt a sense of relief.*
*It was before making the decision to betray that the pain was the greatest.*
*After the betrayal, he felt numb.*
*He fell heavily to the ground, as if he had lost all strength, staring blankly ahead, his eyes filled with confusion about the future…*
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