Chapter 23

Among these.

About fifty or more were covered in wounds.

Obviously.

They were the orcs who had fought the Gruush warriors earlier.

But now.

They were all slaves.

In the rear.

Ten strong orcs panted heavily, carrying the dying black-scaled flying dragon.

The wound on the flying dragon's abdomen had stopped bleeding.

From this.

One could see.

Even if the flying dragon was not a true dragon, its recovery ability was terrifying.

However, the wounds on its wings were still bleeding profusely.

Obviously.

The orcs had added something.

"Roar..."

A weak groan; Fu Luli's eyes were filled with fear.

She had no idea.

How these strong orcs would treat her.

Especially after sensing that the God of Gale had fallen—

She felt as if the heavens had collapsed and the earth had shattered!

Even great deities had fallen.

Let alone her?

Elder Pope Huo Ge knelt respectfully before the ancestral shrine.

Receiving the divine oracle.

After this battle.

His faith in the God of Lei Ting had become even firmer.

Subtly.

He had reached a threshold.

"Oracle of my god!"

He stood up, pointing at the flying dragon just carried into the tribe:

"Conduct a live sacrifice! Sacrifice this flying dragon alive to my god!"

"Live sacrifice! Live sacrifice!"

The Gruush orcs shouted fervently.

After the divine war.

The faith of all Gruush orcs had become even more fanatical.

Externally.

The number of fanatical believers had directly increased by fifteen.

Reaching seventy-three people!

Almost everyone except children.

The Gruush orcs had all become fanatical believers.

"Wuwu..."

Fu Luli struggled violently, her eyes full of terror.

Live sacrifice!

He was about to be sacrificed alive by these orcs to the god they believed in!

But her struggle was destined to be futile.

Under Elder Pope Huo Ge's command.

A live sacrifice ritual was quickly carried out.

The roaring bonfire soared into the sky.

Fu Luli was placed before the ancestral shrine.

Tied tightly, unable to move.

All the orcs prostrated themselves, even those slaves.

"Ancient and great God of Lei Ting, you granted us life, you granted us hope—"

"You illuminated our path—"

"You are our ancestor—"

"You are our faith—"

"You are the supreme existence!"

The orcs prayed, their voices passionate and fanatical.

Elder Pope Huo Ge spread his arms:

"We are grateful to you; we wish you eternal immortality!"

"We offer the black-scaled flying dragon before us to you!"

"We beg for your protection, your guardianship!"

"Please accept our living sacrifice!"

A solemn, sacred aura emanated.

Instantly, the entire Ge Wush tribe was filled with thunderous explosions!

And—

In addition,

Vast winds raged through the sky!

The winds merged with the thunder, forming a terrifying storm of lightning!

"Hm?"

Fu Luli, struggling desperately, felt the gale.

Her body froze instantly; deep confusion appeared in her eyes.

She sensed Qi Haier's presence within it!

That was her deity!

What was going on?

Not just her.

The slaves kneeling on the ground also felt it.

Their minds were far simpler.

First stunned, then filled with joy.

The familiar divine aura instantly erased their hostility.

Even—

They rebuilt their faith!

And this time, the object of their faith—

Was Li Yue!

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