Chapter 986 Tyrant

Melanson Alliance.

In the huge nest of one of the strongest forces in the Terra Wasteland, priests wearing blue and white religious clothes holding daggers slaughtered sacrifices to the gods in front of the towering statues in the shadows.

The sacrifices trembled. They were bound in front of the priests and could not resist. Because their vocal organs were completely removed, they could not even howl in fear.

While the priests were performing this killing ritual, all the rulers of the Melanson Alliance stood not far away, watching and waiting.

There was a dead silence in the temple. No one dared to speak to disrupt the atmosphere during this sacred ceremony.

Until a very heavy footsteps came into the temple, followed by an angry roar that broke the solemn atmosphere in the temple.

"You slaughtered many times more sacrifices than usual. In return, what kind of revelation did the gods give you!"

This roar that made the brass ornaments in the entire temple buzz attracted everyone's attention.

The priests stopped their actions, and the top leaders of the alliance turned around.

Then, these people made way for him, almost subconsciously and instinctively.

The body size was much larger than that of normal humans, and the people in heavy armor were surrounded by the most proud force of the alliance, namely the genetically modified warriors. They walked towards the statues and priests in the shadows with great momentum.

When the sturdy man passed by, everyone bowed their heads and saluted. No one dared to look him in the eye, and no one dared to utter even a syllable when the person he asked was not himself.

This is the ruler of the Melanson Alliance, a tyrant who is above everyone else.

The ruler has no name. He was once just an unknown person beside the previous ruler of the Melanson Alliance. People often called him by the word "nameless".

Until the previous ruler of the alliance died suddenly, this unknown person was appointed as the successor. When the priests asked the name of the new ruler to report to the gods, the priests only heard a word called tyrant.

Wuming still doesn't have a real name, and is still called by a word, but his status is different from before.

"What revelation did the gods give you!"

When the tyrant came to the priests, the priests hesitated, and the angry roar of questioning resounded throughout the temple again.

"No response, my majesty." A priestess stood up and looked at the tyrant flatteringly, "As always, from three years ago to now, the gods have not given us any will or revelation for a long time."

"Or maybe the gods are not talking to you, but to these sacrifices." The tyrant pushed the priestess away, walked into the pool of blood, grabbed a leg, and with a little effort, he dragged a sacrifice out of the pool of blood. He bit the Achilles tendon of the leg hard.

A large amount of memory was "transmitted" from the tyrant's mouth to his brain. This person, who is also a member of the genetically modified warrior, absorbed the memory through predation.

Then the tyrant threw the corpse aside while everyone avoided him, grinning and spreading his hands: "Obviously, the gods didn't talk to these sacrifices, otherwise I can tell what they heard."

No one dared to answer, and the atmosphere in the temple became suffocating.

The tyrant's eyes swept over everyone present, like a hungry wolf looking at food, and finally his eyes fell on the transformed warriors he brought with him, and he announced his orders one after another.

"Since the gods don't give us revelations, we will find ways to protect ourselves."

"I have lobbied some tribes and warlords around us, inviting them to participate in the defense or attack against the powerful enemies in the Himalayas, and we will have a lot of military force at our disposal."

Hearing this, the priests began to exchange glances.

Cooperating with the unbelievers around the Melanson Alliance is not in line with the teachings of the gods.

But no one spoke, and everyone still listened to the tyrant's orders.

"We will build 21 lines of defense with no loopholes. The lines of defense formed by us Melansons and those tribal warriors and warlords' lackeys who were persuaded by me to join will surround all of us."

"And those killing weapons, all deployed on all the lines of defense."

After saying that, the tyrant's eyes moved up to the ceiling of the temple, thinking in his head whether there were any gaps that needed to be checked and filled.

After thinking about it, he felt that there were no gaps. The 21 lines of defense were strong enough. As long as the enemies from the Himalayas could be delayed for a while by these 21 lines of defense, so that other warlords on Terra could see how strong they were and intervene, then it would be the stage of turning defense into offense.

As for whether they can be delayed...hundreds of thousands of elite mortal troops, plus mobilized civilians, about 100,000 genetically modified warriors who can march at high speed, plus those messy steel security and artillery that can flatten a city, are enough.

"If all the troops are deployed on the defense line, if we are attacked here...that would be bad." Someone made an opinion in a low voice.

When the last syllable of this sentence fell, the head of the person who raised the opinion suddenly exploded.

The tyrant, who was not even noticed by the crowd, pulled his arm out of the dead man's chest, tore off the nerves wrapped around his arm, and said to the crowd: "You can't speak without my permission, but now I have thought about it, you can express your opinions."

There was silence in the temple.

"Since no one is talking, I will assume that you have no objections and this session is over." The tyrant looked at a family leader and said, "Put Divine Punishment on the thirteenth line of defense."

Divine Punishment is an extremely terrifying weapon. It draws energy from the subspace and unknowingly separates the souls of tens of thousands of people from the real universe.

There is a risk of such a weapon falling into the enemy's hands if taken to the battlefield, but no one dares to object to this situation.

The tyrant's order was naturally not thwarted.

Seeing that the atmosphere in the temple was too solemn, the tyrant comforted everyone: "Don't worry too much. As far as I know, the people in the Himalayas just took over the two ant concentration camps of the Dragon Kingdom and the Eagle Kingdom. , They haven’t developed for long, and naturally they won’t be particularly strong, but I have always been cautious, so I formulated this strategy.”

As soon as the words fell, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

But this kind of heart-to-heart reaction is also fake.

The intelligence personnel sent to the Himalayas have never returned, and any penetration cannot penetrate deep into the former territories of the Eagle Kingdom and Dragon Kingdom, let alone the Himalayas.

Now that the gods are silent and do not give any revelations, it is hard to say what the situation will be like.