Chapter 41

This is a Dark-type War Ancient Tree!

And the Black Dragon above?

Even more famous for its ferocity and cruelty!

And—

"Is there a deity behind you?"

He stared at Kalim, terrified.

"Silver centaur, I advise you to offer your faith to my Lord immediately."

"Under my Lord's thunder, three deities have already fallen."

"My Lord's patience is also limited!"

The Dark Ancient Tree said coldly.

Its seventy-meter-tall canopy cast a large shadow.

Like a monster that had walked out of the abyss.

Dark, terrifying.

"Three deities have fallen!"

Andra's body trembled.

This God of Thunder is too strong!

To have actually slain three deities!

Even if they weren't true deities.

They must have been extremely powerful Demigods!

Compared to Demigods.

What are they, the silver centaur tribe?

"Perhaps, believing in this powerful deity is not a bad thing."

"Or perhaps in the future, we might even be able to reclaim our ancestral lands..."

He sighed in his heart.

Might makes right.

If he didn't want the tribe to be wiped out.

He had to submit.

What other choice did he have?

Could it be.

To watch his tribe vanish from this point on?

"Andra is willing to believe in the great God of Thunder."

He slowly lowered his head and said in a deep voice.

"Kingsley is willing to believe in the great God of Thunder."

"Pope is willing to believe in the great God of Thunder."

The other two Epic-level silver centaurs, seeing their patriarch had made his choice.

No longer resisted and bowed their heads in submission.

"Very good."

"In the future, you will be glad for today's choice."

Kalim grinned, implying something.

Over the past half year.

He had been comprehending the Concealment divine office.

And slowly came to know what this thing was.

A divine office!

A divine office that only powerful Demigods could possess!

This is the foundation for becoming a True God!

Inconceivably precious.

Yet such a precious thing.

The great God of Thunder still bestowed it upon him.

What does this mean?

It means the great God of Thunder doesn't even care for it!

In his view.

As long as one is devout in their faith to the God of Thunder.

The silver centaurs before him.

Might just have a chance to receive a divine office from the God of Thunder!

"I hope so."

Andra nodded.

The tree roots that had been binding them had already been retracted by Kalim.

He stretched his body.

He hadn't actually suffered many injuries.

After all, having been captured so swiftly.

There was no time to sustain any serious wounds.

He looked at the two elders beside him and ordered:

"Pope, go gather the tribesmen and pray to the great God of Thunder."

"Kingsley, go treat the injured tribesmen."

"Yes!"

Pope and Kingsley nodded and left.

Kalim didn't stop them.

Even if the silver centaurs went back on their word, what would it matter?

At that time—

The great God of Thunder would be enraged, and they would all be killed!

Suddenly—

Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli flew down from the sky.

Her massive dragon body stood on the summit, looking at the silver centaur patriarch Andra:

"My Lord's gaze has already turned this way."

"Introduce this Mithril mine mountain."

Her voice was solemn.

"A deity's gaze!"

Andra took a deep breath and said respectfully:

"This is a small Mithril mine mountain, containing approximately 100,000 to 200,000 kilograms of Mithril..."

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Half a year in Li Li Li Yue's eyes.

Was just the difference between opening and closing his eyes.

"Time is so worthless."

In the Divine Realm.

Li Li Li Yue opened his eyes and sighed.

After handling the silver centaur tribe and the Mithril mine mountain.

He had been comprehending the divine office within the Divine Realm.

And hadn't really felt the passage of time.

Just swimming wantonly in the ocean of thunder.

As a result—

Opening his eyes again.

It was another sacrifice day.

This was the end of his sixth year as a deity.

His gaze passed through the Divine Realm.

Looking at the outside world.

He didn't pay attention to the Thunder Cult, which was actively preparing for the sacrificial ceremony.

Instead, he looked at a warehouse not far from the Dark Ancient Tree, Kalim.

Inside the warehouse.

Pieces of refined Mithril were neatly arranged.

One piece of Mithril.

Weighed one kilogram.

Which was worth one Tier 5 item!

"A total of 1,172 pieces."

A smile appeared on Li Li Li Yue's face.

The combination of Gray Dwarves and Ratmen could indeed greatly increase efficiency.

Originally—

The Gray Dwarf sage Okalai's estimate.

Was an annual output of about 500 kilograms of Mithril.

But now—

In just under half a year, about five months.

They had produced 1,172 kilograms!

Efficiency more than doubled!

At this rate.

Over a year.

They could mine and refine over 2,800 kilograms!

"So, the happiness of the rich is just this simple and unadorned."

Li Li Li Yue's smile grew wider after arriving at the figure of 2,800 kilograms.

Subsequently.

He turned his gaze to the offerings this time.

If he wasn't mistaken.

The offering this time.

Should be the professional altar obtained from the God of Concealment.

After all.

In the Gruush tribe.

The most valuable item.

Should be this one.

However—

Upon seeing the offering.

He was stunned:

"Eh?"

"That's not the professional altar!"

"Where did this silver professional altar come from?"

A "..." slowly appeared on Li Li Li Yue's forehead.

In front of the ancestral shrine.

The Black Dragon Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli's claws.

Were tightly gripping a professional altar that was entirely silver.

It looked extremely exquisite and sacred.

On this professional altar.

There were many reliefs of archers.

An arrow breaking through the air, two arrows playing with a pearl, three arrows rotating...

There was even a scene of ten arrows in a line, shooting down a fallen angel.

"Archery... silver..."

"Could this be the professional altar owned by that silver centaur tribe?"

Li Li Li Yue's expression was a bit strange.

Half a year ago.

After the silver centaurs offered their faith to him, he hadn't paid attention to subsequent matters.

He had gone straight to comprehending the divine office in the Divine Realm and had only just woken up.

He really didn't know.

That there was another professional altar in the silver centaur tribe!

And—

It didn't look like ordinary goods!

Whoosh—

His eyes turned purple.

Eye of Insight activated.

[Professional Altar]

[Tier]: Tier 4 Lord

[Effect]: Can change class to Tier 4 unit 'Bronze Archer'

[Requirements]: Humanoid creature with Tier 2 or higher agility, one war bow of the same tier

[Skills]: Bronze Arrow, Divine Eagle Eye, Bronze Penetration, Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl, Silent Arrow...

[Population Limit]: 100,000

"A Tier 4 professional altar with no requirements!"

Li Li Li Yue's eyes lit up.

This was the same kind of professional altar as the 'Berserker Knight'!

Not a one-step-to-the-top class.

But a profession that could be promoted slowly later on!

This kind of professional altar—

Was exactly what he needed most!

"Fu Fu Fu Fu Fu Luli really performed a great service this time."

"If she hadn't found that Mithril mine mountain, where would all these good things come from?"

He laughed happily.

He had already decided in his heart.

Once the Dark Ancient Tree, Kalim, bloomed with the Dark Flower.

That year, he would have the Thunder Cult sacrifice the Dark Flower.

Hundredfold amplification.