The square was riddled with craters, a giant divine statue had already collapsed, shattered into a pile of rubble.

A patrol of five barbarians spoke in their language as they walked, and apart from them, there were no pedestrians on the road.

Chen Shouyi's figure moved like a specter, hiding behind a heap of garbage at the corner.

"I heard the Leiba Warrior is dead too."

"What, that's one of the tribe's powerful Beast Soul Warriors!"

"It's the human infidel army's 'bomb' that did it!"

"These damned lowly races, only worthy of being slaves, should all be captured for blood sacrifices, offering their sinful souls to the great God of Hunting," a tall young barbarian said agitatedly.

"Quiet down, the Chief Priest presiding over this parish is human; do you want to taste the punishment of flaying and pulling tendons?" a barbarian, clearly the team captain, advised: "Moreover, it's the will of the master."

"I'm not afraid, Budalu. This treacherous human, along with those human priests, have surely deceived the great God of Hunting. Humans are merely our slaves, and we are their conquerors!" Though saying this, his voice dropped, nearly muttering.

All the barbarians' faces were grim; their great master seemed to love humans particularly.

In this world, the number of human priests had already far surpassed those of their tribe.

At this moment, the drone of aircraft came rumbling through the night sky.

The patrol leader's face changed upon hearing the sound: "Find a concealed spot, hide quickly, don't get discovered; these 'planes' will drop 'bombs!'

All the barbarians looked tense, swiftly running to a nearby office building.

Several fighter jets hovered nearby for a long time, gradually moving away after a few minutes.

Soon, the group of barbarians emerged from the office building, looked up at the sky, and continued to patrol forward.

Chen Shouyi hid behind the garbage heap, clenching his fist tightly, causing a creaking sound.

"The Chief Priest here is actually human?"

"No wonder, the control over all of Ningzhou is so strict, even organizing a human-composed army!"

"No wonder the barbarians are so cunning, never confronting the army head-on, always favoring guerrilla warfare. With the barbarians' strong individual strength and mobility, they cause heavy casualties to the human army."

He restrained himself from taking action, only emerging from the shadows after the patrolling barbarians had moved far away, face darkened.

"Damned!"

Compared to the barbarians, traitors are undoubtedly more despicable.

Chen Shouyi took a deep breath, body moving swiftly like a specter.

...

A church's resting room.

Tonight, Cao Weizhong slept uneasily, tossing and turning unable to sleep.

Reluctantly closing his eyes again for a few minutes, he felt increasingly irritable, finally tossing aside the thin blanket to sit up.

He was a disciplined person; even upon becoming a priest, he did not indulge himself like other human priests, succumbing to debauchery as soon as he gained power.

Even though he could beckon countless women to climb into his bed.

He had no interest in women.

Since becoming a believer, he decided to devote his entire heart and soul to the God of Hunting.

This is a True God.

A truly existing deity.

Completely incomparable to those virtual gods.

Life is short, believers of the master gain eternal life, death marks the beginning of life.

He often spoke these words before the congregation, and he also believed them fervently.

Because this was plainly true.

Not false, not deceitful, not a pretense, not an empty promise.

This is a divine-human covenant between gods and mortals.

...

He fumbled, picking up and striking the firewood multiple times before the lamp on the table finally ignited, the tiny flame flickered and burned, casting the bedroom in alternating light and shadow.

He could faintly hear the sounds of artillery from afar.

Feeling somewhat anxious about the war.

This was already the third encirclement by the Government Army, each time larger and more intense than the last, even using small-yield nuclear bombs last time.

This time, they seemed prepared, possibly resolved for mutual destruction.

Despite being a devout believer, he knew the great God of Hunting wasn't omnipotent, and as someone with a high level of education, he understood the power of human weaponry.

At least he knew that the great God of Hunting.

Once hit by a nuclear bomb, would certainly fall.

Sometimes he pondered.

Why didn't the government, without negotiations, frantically launch their encirclement, not hesitating to use nuclear weapons on their own soil.

In fact, if the government was willing to negotiate, open faith, he believed Chief Priest Luo could persuade the great God of Hunting, allowing those barbarian fools to return to the otherworld, perhaps even compromising, partially returning to government leadership.

Only recently did he figure it out.

It's pride.

The pride of humanity!

The pride of a highly developed material civilization over the barbaric otherworld's civilization!

Especially the Great Xia Country, as one of the world's top powers, its formidable military strength capable of destroying the Earth.

This pride of a top power would never allow forces from another world to encroach upon its soil.

Reflecting on this, he sighed:

"But God is not a barbarian."

"He is powerful, he is sacred!"

"He transcends regions, he transcends the universe!"

"He can belong to the barbarians and become part of humanity, why can't they see that."

"Is this just your god?" An unfamiliar and cold voice interrupted his monologue.

Cao Weizhong was startled, about to shout loudly, but a hand immediately covered his mouth tightly, under the flickering candlelight he noticed the bedroom door had somehow opened.

"If you're smart, don't shout, or you'll die faster!"

With the other's cold warning, his throat hurt, and then felt liquid slowly trickling down his skin.

He knew it was blood.

And he also knew there was an extremely sharp sword across his neck.

"And don't think you'll enter the Divine Country after death, from what I understand, on Earth, the Barbarian God cannot guide believers to the Divine Country; Earth's Original Force is far from sufficient."

Cao Weizhong's body froze involuntarily, his heart also slightly shaken.

No, this is the devil's temptation.

He immediately reaffirmed his faith.

Under the flickering light, a tall silhouette stood quietly; without a doubt, it was Chen Shouyi, having been unable to find the cult's lair, went directly into the church, luckily finding a human and not a barbarian, otherwise, it would be much more troublesome.

"Tell me the location of the cult's lair! If you agree, lightly tap the table, if not, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Cao Weizhong's face was resolute, unmoving, understanding the other's identity and intention, just days before someone from the Government Army was found and slaughtered by the barbarian Beast Soul Warrior promptly found.

Besides, his faith wouldn't permit betrayal.

The more critical the moment, the firmer the faith.

He believed this was a test from God.

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