The crowd returned to their places, luckily, all the logistical supplies were with Rod and hadn’t been tainted at all.
After handing out a new stack of ingredients, clean water, and potions, Rod slipped into his tent and proactively turned off the [Blank] that had little ti left.
In the next instant, all the side effects surged forth, the soul’s negative states ca in abundance, and he instantly beca extrely weak. The strings of the soul broke wildly, with a large amount of the soul body evaporated to fuel the [Giant God Power].
Soon, Rod fell to the ground and died, his body and soul gradually evaporating.
At the sa ti, a small light appeared on the spot, slowly extending to form a human shape.
When the light faded, a new Rod appeared in place.
"Phew!"
Rod let out a long breath; no matter how many tis he was resurrected, he marveled at the wonder of the "Resurrection Stone".
And 10 points of Divinity was no longer a big burden to him right now.
He sat up, clenched his fists, Spiritual Energy had restored about a tenth, still critically depleted. Resurrection couldn’t fully restore Spiritual Energy, nor could it reset the Star’s ability ti; [Blank] still needed to be used only after the next sunset.
But both body and soul were flawless, with no blemishes.
"Looks like I’ll need to hold back for a while," Rod thought to himself.
After a brief rest, the warriors returned one after another, and Lucian soon returned to the camp along with a group of high-rank combatants.
"Sir Rod."
Lucian sensed sothing wrong as soon as he entered the camp and imdiately ca to Rod’s tent.
"What happened here?"
Rod lifted the tent flap and ca out, briefly explaining the entire incident.
Lucian’s face imdiately turned grim.
"I see, find the person who threw the filth, and we can catch Amon!"
Rod frowned.
"But, how do we know?"
Lucian stood up tall: "I have a way."
Spiritual Energy rose within him, a blood-red eyeball floated above his head, eerily rotating, with a large white sclera and a vertical pupil, gazing at every suspicious spot he deed.
"The Eye of the Heart is not just for detecting lies."
Lucian stepped forward, and the Judgers gathered around.
The large eyeball swept past them without showing interest.
"Good, there are no traitors among us."
He took up the lantern, leading the Judgers out of the camp.
The three bishops began assembling the warriors, preparing for a subsequent inspection, with no exceptions for the wounded.
No one voiced any complaints.
Rooting out humanity’s traitors was everyone’s responsibility. The existence of doomsday believers was an insult to humanity, a desecration of warriors.
Rod followed Lucian out of the camp and circled around the periter many tis.
Finally, he stopped at one spot.
"Here, the filthy object was thrown from here."
Rod felt a stirring in his heart, suddenly recalling the long-forgotten Book of the Past.
Wasn’t it just the right ti to use it?
Rod imdiately found the still dust-laden Book of the Past in the Dream Realm; it lay quietly on the shelf, completely unlike its two fellow books.
With a re thought, the long-absent rustle of the Book of the Past was heard again in his ears.
Soon, as the pages turned, images appeared of a dark scene, showing only swirling black fog.
Before long, a figure appeared in the black fog.
He carried a lantern, hunched over, with half-gray half-white hair, looking quite old.
He took out a ring, infused it with Spiritual Energy, and then tossed it into the sky. Countless dung exuded from the ring, falling toward the camp.
"That’s him!"
Rod used Spiritual Energy to project the image from the Book of Knowledge, Lucian said excitedly.
"We’ve finally caught him, let see, who is he?"
In the image, the man slowly turned around.
He had a long horse-like face, a serious expression, eyes the size of kidney beans, not many wrinkles on the face, but appearing sowhat weary.
Rod’s eyes widened, the person before him was none other than.
Lucian, the Judgnt Chief!
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