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Chapter 202: Sacrifice to the Beast God (2)

The lightning accurately fell on the rope that bound Mo Ci, and in just one stroke, it allowed Mo Ci to move freely.

Immediately afterwards, the second lightning struck.

This time, the thunder struck towards where Mo Ci was standing.

But Mo Ci left that place earlier.

The lightning struck and created a huge hole in the altar.

The messenger who was standing beside the altar, ready to operate the mechanism at any time, had a dark face.

He reacted quickly and spoke loudly under the astonished gazes of all the orcs.

"This is a punishment from heaven!"

"The Beast God is angry! Quick, capture this orc, sacrifice his blood to the Beast God, and beg for his forgiveness!"

These orcs had long been brainwashed by this messenger and truly believed that he was the messenger of the Beast God.

Hearing him say this, I felt both scared and anxious, and even began to dislike the orcs of the fox clan.

There were also many strong orcs rushing towards the altar, trying to capture Mo Ci.

Seeing this, Mo Ci's eyes fell on the messenger for a moment, but he didn't feel any familiarity, so he retracted his gaze and began to concentrate on dealing with these orcs.

I have to say here that there is spiritual energy in this world.

Moreover, the spiritual energy here is much richer than that of Dragon Country, where Mo Ci lived in his previous world.

In the previous world, Mo Ci lived for so long and also studied how to manipulate the surrounding spiritual energy for his own use even though he himself had no spiritual energy.

By the time of his death, he had mastered this ability very well.

Now, Mo Ci has begun to use the results of his research.

The lightning dissipated, and Mo Ci raised his hand. A stream of light came out and imprisoned all the orcs that were rushing towards him.

At the same time, Mo Ci raised his hand and scattered a handful of talismans, followed by a localized rain.

The rain fell accurately on the location of the fox orcs, and Mo Ci also spoke at this time.

"I have been ordered by the Beast God to capture the defector!"

As he spoke, Mo Ci's gaze fell on the messenger.

He raised his hand and pointed at the messenger, and spoke again with certainty amid the orcs' surprised and doubtful gazes.

"The Beast God just told me through lightning that this person is a defector."

"Defectors, be executed!"

As soon as the words fell, another flash of lightning appeared, as if responding to Mo Ci's words, making all the orcs dare not act rashly again.

After all, the orcs who had just pounced on Mo Ci were somehow fixed in place in a strange manner, not moving at all, which looked very strange.

On the other hand, the authority of the envoy has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people over the years.

It is not an easy task to motivate these brainwashed orcs with just a few words.

Unless the other party dies!

Mo Ci weighed the pros and cons, wondering if the other party had any backup plan, and whether it would be better to kill the other party first?

Or should I keep the other person alive and take a long-term view?

After much thought, Mo Ci decided to nip everything in the bud.

Following his thought, there was a flash of lightning.

Mo Ci ran quickly towards the messenger, and the other party chose to escape immediately.

While Mo Ci was chasing him relentlessly, he did not forget to use his spiritual energy to stick a lightning-inducing talisman on him.

He activated them one by one, causing the thunder to strike him one after another.

Mo Ci watched the other party closely and realized that the other party was not dead even after being hit by so many heavenly thunders, so he simply took out his sword and stabbed the man through.

Worried about safety, Mo Ci simply chopped off his head.

In just a moment, the person in front of him turned into a pile of rotten meat, and the strong stench of decay could be smelled from a distance.

Mo Ci frowned, feeling a little depressed. This pile of rotten meat gave him a somewhat familiar feeling.

And this feeling is not good.

He didn't look at the reactions of the other orcs, but took a nearby torch and burned the pile of rotten meat clean.

He looked at the altar which was already mostly destroyed, and then he spoke amidst everyone's mixed emotions.

"The defector is dead, Qinghui is lucky to have fulfilled his mission."

As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds in the sky, which were still flashing with lightning, suddenly dispersed.

The bright sunshine set, surprising the orcs again.

Of course, what surprised them even more now was that the messenger turned out to be a defector.

And how many orc lives have they sacrificed over the years just for a word from a defector?!

It was the orcs from the fox clan who reacted first and quickly ran forward to surround Mo Ci.

"Qinghui, how did you become so powerful?"

"Qinghui, is what you said true? Did you really see the Beast God? What does the Beast God look like? That messenger turned out to be a defector..."

"Qinghui..."

Mo Ci, who was surrounded, gasped and tried to adapt to his current physical condition.

What he did just now, especially when he was manipulating the spiritual energy around him, although it was mainly based on the strength of his soul, it would also affect this body.

And this body is an ordinary orc body.

Although his physical fitness is stronger than some humans, it is still just an ordinary body.

I'm a little uncomfortable with this sudden change.

Mo Ci was still listening to these people's questions, but he didn't answer any of them because he was protected by Qinghui's mother in time.

He was obviously much taller than his mother, but she still treated him as a child and let him rest his head on her shoulder.

It must be said that this action of Grandma did relieve some of the fatigue in Mo Ci's body. He also heard Grandma say.

"Okay, okay, you have so many questions, how can Qinghui answer them all?"

"Qinghui just helped the Beast God kill the defectors. He must be tired. Let him rest."

As soon as Qinghui's mother spoke, the other orcs shut up and stopped talking.

However, a few orcs went to look at the hole on the altar that was caused by lightning out of curiosity.

Upon seeing this, some orcs immediately shouted loudly.

"Ah! There are so many bones here!"

"Everyone, come and look. What is this place? Why is there such a place under the altar?"

As they were talking, the orcs hesitated, but came over one after another.

As for the orcs who had been imprisoned by Mo Ci just now, they were also released.

Now that the messenger is dead, anything they do will be in vain.

What's more, they want to figure out the current situation more.

And what is going on with the location under the altar?

Mo Ci had almost rested, so he followed him to that location.

As Mo Ci walked, he thought for a while. The orcs in this world believed in the Beast God very much.

Just like that messenger, everything he does goes smoothly under the name of the Beast God.

And now, Mo Ci is also going to follow his example and do his own thing in the name of the Beast God.

It was Mo Ci’s words just now, as well as the special abilities he displayed, that made the orcs present subconsciously feel that he had truly gained the recognition of the Beast God.

Now when we look at him again, we all have a respectful attitude.

This made Mo Ci, who felt all this, feel a little complicated.

Before this, in all the worlds he had been to, apart from blood relatives, the effort required to make so many people respect you from the bottom of their hearts and obey you was immeasurable.

But now, he did nothing, and he could get it easily just by relying on the title of Beast God.

It's really a strange world.

As Mo Ci was thinking, people also arrived at that location.

Who would have thought that the messenger would create such a space under the altar to cook orcs?

It's true that the saying "the most dangerous place is the safest place" has been used to the extreme.

Unlike others who paid attention to the corpses, Mo Ci looked around in other places here and finally saw an ancient book with curled edges in a corner.

Mo Ci picked up the thing. The ancient book looked quite old. It was probably because the messenger was still reading it frequently, so the edges were badly curled.

Turning to the first page of the ancient book, Mo Ci saw two familiar words.

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