Chapter 217: Perhaps You

Once it began, Lin Manzhi was extremely serious and devout, ignoring the crowd below; under everyone's intense gaze, it seemed she could only hear herself speaking:

"…a cup offered to the Earth God, praying that the Beast God will bring luck to the warriors of Kuangsha City; the warriors fear no blood, and Kuangsha City will return bearing the banner of victory."

Her voice was not loud; holding a crystal glass, she slowly tipped it down. As she did, the clear liquor fell from the height onto the sand, and the agave spirit vanished instantly on the golden sand, turning into a wisp of steam, as if the Earth God truly drank the offering.

Beastfolk had never seen a pre‑battle ritual; they were profoundly shocked, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the scene.

Above the altar.

Lin Manzhi lifted her head toward the endless sky; the jet‑black hair hanging from her waist fluttered in the wind, her dark, bright eyes reflected the deep blue heavens, and her heart stirred with excitement.

Here it comes! A ritual blessing—how could there be no divine omen?!

She had already planned the main act: the ritual's mind‑tempting speech was the appetizer; the most important part was the "sweet dew" that would descend from the heavens after she prayed to the Beast God.

In this way, she believed the troops' morale could not be shaken.

Lin Manzhi's eyes shone brighter than the blue sky above; she slowly raised her staff over her head, while her consciousness sank into her own space, communicating with the river within that space:

"Great Beast God, please bestow the blessing of lucky, certain victory."

When her words fell, the next second a waterfall over two meters wide suddenly appeared in midair, the rushing water plummeting straight down from the sky, striking the side of the altar and instantly soaking the surrounding Beastfolk.

The flow was too rapid; because it did not immediately soak into the sand, water quickly pooled in the yellow sand, shallowly flooding the Beastfolk standing waist‑high beneath the altar.

The miraculous sight left everyone dumbfounded, their minds a blank.

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Lin Manzhi withdrew her hand, looking at the stunned warriors below; seeing that she had achieved the desired effect, her heart fluttered with a little excitement.

Before the crowd could recover from the astonishing scene, dark clouds rapidly gathered in the deep blue sky, gusty winds rose, and a torrential downpour fell in an instant.

"Tick—."

"Tick—, tick—."

Soaked by the rain, the bewildered Kuangsha City warriors snapped back to their senses and immediately shouted uncontrollably:

"It's raining! Beast God! Take our side!"

Countless shocked and ecstatic cries rang across the desert under the pouring rain; the huge raindrops pelted them so hard their eyes could barely stay open, yet they made the Kuangsha City warriors clearly realize this was no dream.

After the Lord's Wife offered a sacrifice to the Beast God, the Beast God sent down the heavy rain, and the parched desert experienced such a downpour for the first time.

This is nothing short of a miracle!

All eyes, like stage spotlights, converged on the altar; Lin Manzhi, drenched by the rain, seemed a little at a loss, the downpour obstructed her view so she could not see the road ahead, making it difficult to proceed.

Just as she gritted her teeth to move forward, Mo Lie stepped ahead, reached out and scooped her into his arms, while a Black Cloak draped over his head, shielding them from the stinging rain.

Her vision went black; Mo Lie's strong arm encircled her waist like a safety belt, allowing her to follow him down without a hint of fear.

Rainwater slid off Mo Lie's handsome face; his long lashes shielded the rain, and his blue eyes burned with a fierce, scorching heat.

Cradling Lin Manzhi in his arms, Mo Lie strode away from the altar, climbed onto the platform prepared for her, and, amid all the ecstatic gazes, briefly ordered the troops: "Advance."

The impact of the miracle of the Beast God's appearance during the ritual had not yet faded among the troops marching in the rain; the Kuangsha City warriors felt their very souls shiver.

Morale surged like never before.

All Beastfolk seemed infused with countless courage and strength, fearlessly charging toward the enemy's direction, no longer trembling at the foe's might; they roared, bathed in the rain sent down by the Beast God.

The Beast God's blessing! This is something they can brag about for the rest of their Beast lives; they believed without doubt that victory would belong to Kuangsha City.

Clutching a steadfast belief in victory and a resolve to defend territory more precious than their own lives, the Kuangsha City legion became like a cannonball fired from a gun, its momentum enough to overwhelm all opponents.

The heavy rain began at the altar and quickly enveloped the entire desert.

The deep, gathering storm clouds in the sky were like night falling in daylight; the Sajin City troops that had just entered the desert were startled by the thunderclap and sudden downpour.

From the Sa Jin Continent's desert‑bordering lands, the barren scenery people saw along the way was due to years of drought, so the sudden rain was bewildering.

Moreover, they rarely saw such a heavy rain there.

The giant bear walked on the sand; its fur, instantly soaked, became sticky and uncomfortable. Cha Lan, seated on the bear's back, brushed rain from his face, gazing at the blurred scene ahead and the lightning streaking across the sky.

The warriors of Sajin City walked silently with heads down, each step dripping water; for Beast Form beings with fur, the rain was not pleasant.

Cha Lan sat at the front of the army, his mount a massive brown bear weighing ten tons, its tank‑like body crawling on four limbs, still over three meters tall like an adult elephant; when it stood, the bear's height exceeded five meters.

A giant bear behind them accelerated forward; the Prime Minister of Sajin City, drenched, turned his head in the rain and shouted loudly to Cha Lan: "Lord! Even with the most familiar desert guides, such a heavy rain will cause us to lose our way; order a pause and rest, and we will proceed after the rain stops."

Cha Lan brushed his hair back, his handsome face not receiving divine favor, his eyes nearly closed from the rain.

The rain was heavy; after days of marching, the warriors were weary. Having entered the desert today with Beastfolk guides, they could reach Kuangsha City in about six or seven days.

"Relay my orders, find a place to set up camp," Cha Lan commanded, gazing at the rain‑soaked desert, his conviction that victory would belong only to him deepening.

In such a barren place, strong Beastfolk warriors could not be raised; thus there was no need to rush forward, letting Kuangsha City fear a little longer.

Voices grew softer in the rain as the Sajin City army found a rocky spot; the downpour intensified.