Chapter 491

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

"You'll regret this. I'm taking back the terms — I want to watch you die in agony." Shen Xu's mouth was full of blood, God knows whose.

"Among tomorrow's slaves, what important thing is it you want to get your hands on?"

Chen Yi no longer cared about the poison business. Whether Zhou Houyuan's Norfloxacin worked or not, the matter was already more than half settled; the key point now was the Poison Dragon God Temple's true purpose.

He didn't believe Shen Xu had poisoned them merely to obtain Divine Art Knights — not that Divine Art Knights weren't important, but precisely because they were too important, one had to act with caution.

It was like threatening the French to provide Rafale fighters for free; although they did sell fighters, arms sales have always involved political considerations.

Chen Yi asked himself: if I wanted to threaten the Poison Dragon God Temple, how would I handle it? Without a doubt, at minimum threaten the life of a Divine Art Knight, preferably an important one.

By the same logic, if the Poison Dragon God Temple's target was Divine Art Knights, they should have spared no expense poisoning West River City-State's Divine Art Knights, even Chen Yi himself.

Salmonella? It has zero survivability under Source Energy; using it to threaten for Divine Art Knights makes no sense at all.

Whether there's a bacteria lab or not, Divine Art Knights won't croak from diarrhea.

Historically, the Poison Dragon God Temple's successful cases almost all came from long-term intelligence infiltration and extremely potent god-tier poisons.

None of those had appeared in West River City-State.

Therefore, Chen Yi had reason to suspect the Poison Dragon God Temple's real target was the slaves; the Divine Art Knights were merely a target to divert attention. The slaves were being transferred tomorrow — he could easily leave behind five Combat Knights and first take away what he needed.

He had to know what the Poison Dragon God Temple needed.

Shen Xu was a tough nut; Yin Senyong had beaten him badly, his eye corners a bloody mess, his swollen sausage mouth still spitting "You'll never find out."

Dai Adi appeared, brandishing a gleaming machete, having just taken four Norfloxacin pills, replacing the unprofessional Yin Senyong. He fixed his gaze on Shen Xu and said: "Next, I'll ask questions. If you don't answer, I'll chop off your left arm. Understand?"

"Hmph!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Dai Adi swung the machete and sliced off one of his arms.

"What exactly do you want from tomorrow's slaves?"

"Hmph!"

The second arm was also chopped off.

A Long-arm Clansman's arms are the most important part of their whole body; Shen Xu gave a muffled groan and passed out.

Dai Adi splashed water to wake him and continued the interrogation.

Apart from the Divine Art Knights, everyone else left — torture has never been a pleasant business.

After he passed out again, Dai Adi said with a grim face: "Divine Art Knight Yin Senyong, please use Regeneration Technique."

Yin Senyong, sitting on a small stool watching the show, exclaimed in surprise: "You know quite a lot."

Since the "Abstinence from Lust" Divine Art was his own business, unlike "Oath Keeping" and "Humility," Yin Senyong hadn't publicized it widely; outside the Divine Art Knight ranks, very few had heard of it.

"I'm in the Intelligence Department, and my rank isn't low." Dai Adi's temperament was much steadier, but not entirely steady either.

Yin Senyong smiled; a moment later, the native Shen Xu regained his long arms.

The Divine Art "Regeneration" stems from the faith "Abstinence from Lust" — a very minor Divine Art, weaker than most healing Divine Arts. If one must name a benefit, it's outstanding speed and perfect effect.

A basin of water was splashed on him; the priest groaned and opened his eyes, laughing hoarsely: "No arm to chop now, right?"

"See for yourself." Dai Adi poked his arm with the knife tip.

Stabbing pain followed.

Unprepared, Shen Xu cried out, then bared his teeth: "Divine Art Regeneration? What a weak Divine Art Knight."

The surrounding Divine Art Knights let out ill-intentioned laughter; Yin Senyong reddened and withdrew.

"Let me."

Chen Yi unknowingly pressed the Listening Scroll close.

Shen Xu was a faithful priest; if not brought to a muddled state of mind, the Listening Scroll would have extreme difficulty extracting information, especially useful information.

Fatigue interrogation has the same effect, provided there's enough time.

Another hour later, under continuous questioning, Shen Xu began to recall.

"Offerings!"

"The finest offerings to worship the Poison Dragon."

"Twenty of the finest offerings!"

A muddled mind thinks in fragments and leaps; Chen Yi had to gulp down High-grade Energy Recovery Potions to sustain the Level 8 Listening Scroll's consumption and analyze useful answers.

This was no easy task.

Shen Xu regained clarity for a moment, then sank back into semi-consciousness.

Chen Yi ended the questioning and said in a low voice: "Among tomorrow's slaves, some are Ogaku clansmen who underwent medicinal baptism — offerings the Poison Dragon God Temple prepared to send to the capital. Because the escort convoy was attacked, they became slaves. We must separate them out."

"It's not just the Poison Dragon God Temple that likes Ogaku clansmen; their numbers are extremely few. Some temples skilled in alchemy use their blood as raw material and offerings." Yin Sen Guan was the family's scholar.

"What characteristics do the finest-offering Ogaku royal family members have?"

"That would be the royal family among the Oga Ku people who bear the surname Oga Ku — they have blue eyeballs. Haven't heard of them in several hundred years." Yin Sen Guan seemed to recall something and said: "The finest offerings can strengthen the Altar's power, letting Divine Art Knights gain more Shenjia. If the Dragon God is pleased, it might also increase the number of Divine Arts they obtain. Going from Double Divine Technique Knight to Three Divine Technique — that's what Divine Art Knights desire most."

Chen Yi smiled imperceptibly and said: "What about you? Do the Water Dragon, Fire Dragon, and Wind Dragon God Temples also use offerings?"

Yin Sen Guan understood his meaning and replied: "We don't use living people. However, if we search with Shenjia, we might be able to locate these Ogaku people."

Chen Yi nodded slightly.

That night, walkie-talkies and radios were fully mobilized.

Two-thirds of the army assembled, seven Divine Art Knights gathered, and all stockpiled weapons and individual missiles were brought out.

When sunlight dispersed the gloom hiding the dirt, the delighted Iyar High Priest saw thirty helicopters above the cargo ship.

He was startled, and several Combat Knights formed up in a squad as if to resist, the javelins in their hands still trembling.

Chen Yi jumped down from the helicopter, landing on the deck. After that, Da Yang, Chen Heng, and Hu Yang's assault team members all slid down from the helicopter on cables, taking control of the largest several ships.

Yi Yaer lifted his robe hem and hurriedly ran to Chen Yi's side, asking: "Your Excellency, what exactly happened?"

The soldiers of Malacheng knew the rules of the West River City-State; no one even dared to resist.

"How many slaves of the Poison Dragon God Temple?"

Like a straight thrust without foreplay, Chen Yi's question left Yi Yaer momentarily stunned.

A moment later, he gave the figure: "Twenty-three thousand slaves."

"It's said a spy has slipped in; all your people must listen to me." Chen Heng was ready for action, right hand pressing on his gun, answering in Chen Yi's place. He had already understood the importance of Divine Arts and Faith.

Despite his plump face, the High Priest finally had a priest's brain and obediently yielded his position.

Under their control, the sailors obediently stopped the ships at the designated wharf and opened the hatches under the watch of the machine cannons.

Compared to heavy machine guns, cannon barrels thick as fists naturally had more deterrent power. Once a breakout occurred, a firing rate of 500 rounds per minute would tear even wooden ships to pieces before the gun barrels turned red.

"Unload the ships!"

"Move forward, heads down, watch your lives!"

"Heads down, keep moving forward."

The soldiers shouted, driving the slaves from the ships into the open ground, skillfully surrounding them with iron wire and then using iron wire to separate the slaves into compartments.

Yin Sen Guan and Yin Senchen released Shenjia to seek out special sacrificial offerings; this is very difficult to do on a battlefield. No Divine Art Knight would waste Shenjia on slaves, just as a hunter would not waste time in the kitchen.

About 10 minutes later, Yin Sen Guan opened his eyes:

"There are 20 special ones."

Yi Yaer squeezed his small eyes and suddenly said: "Divine Art Knight Your Excellency, are you satisfied with our slaves?"

"Not bad."

"If you have any further requests..."

Chen Yi smiled without speaking, looking at Yi Yaer.

The latter of course knew what he was expressing; just as with Chen Yi's identity, what Yi Yaer wanted most was a Divine Art Knight, not some unknown slave.

He guessed there might be a big shot among the slaves, but the West River City-State's soldiers had already taken over slave management; he had no reason to check, and even less desire to provoke Chen Yi.

"I put the gold in the first ship." Yi Yaer retreated embarrassedly.

"I'll go check." Chen Heng took the initiative to handle it.

The so-called large ships were merely wooden ships of several hundred tons, perhaps only 200 tons, like ordinary inland river ferries, but the deck planks were wiped unusually clean, just like those pretty cruisers; thick masts were supported by pitch-black wood and had metal long crossbows.

Inside the hold, a young priest holding documents sat outside the iron cage of gold.

Although platinum on the West Continent was relatively cheap, 200 tons of platinum was still quite troublesome, so they still brought gold, just as Chen Yi had expected, a large amount of gold.

Golden bricks were stacked like a bed, gold coins piled haphazardly in wooden crates, like a dazzling pirate treasure.

Stunned for a moment, Chen Heng ordered "Move it all out," while thinking: Chen Yi really went big this time.

100 tons of gold is not huge for a country, but for Jiangning City it is extraordinary. If backed by the Chen Family's resources, a continuous stream of gold would definitely unleash ten times its own value.

"Your Excellency!" The young priest holding documents interrupted Chen Heng's reverie.

"What?"

"Are you Divine Art Knight Chen Yi? You need a seal to take the gold." The young priest was a bit timid, not at all the composed poise one might imagine.

Chen Heng shook his head inwardly. A priest entrusted with important documents should be someone the High Priest trusts and favors, equivalent to a mayor's secretary; his current performance only showed he was not yet mature and lacked experience.

"Go ask your High Priest." Chen Heng waved his hand, without affixing a seal or signature.

The priest wanted to bravely block the way outside the iron cage, but was intimidated by the soldiers' ferocity.

The gold was quickly moved onto the deck, then transported onto the helicopter.

At the same time, the sacrificial offerings were selected out.

Ten pairs of bareheaded young men and women held their chests high and heads up, looking fearlessly at Chen Yi. They stood less than two meters tall, appearing frail among a group of natives, but compared to the restrained soldiers and awkward priest behind them, they displayed a powerful spirit.

"They were once royalty of the Continent, flowing with the pure human bloodline of the Ancient Era, until the Dragon God flew into a rage because of the Ogaku people's assassination, it is said they stabbed a Divine Dragon to death." Yin Sen Guan's voice was as low as it could be; if he had not witnessed the miracle world of Jiangning, he would absolutely never speak of "Divine Dragon death" such a thing.

Even as ancient legend, discussing the death of an undying Divine Dragon is an extremely sensitive matter.

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