Chapter 183 The Ninth-Rank Beast King Was Stunned on the Spot.
Chapter 183 The Ninth-Rank Beast King was stunned on the spot. Such a big God Cult, just disappeared?
"Great God Clan Lord, the leader, elders, and messengers are all missing, and the God Cult has suffered a devastating blow... I hope to get the help of the adults to help us leave the human territory..."
At the beginning, Kal'tsit sent all the information without hesitation.
And it was precisely because of this that the Beast King, who was about to send a message to these traitors to collect hundreds of thousands of human beings as sacrifices, was dumbfounded.
"What? Gone? Such a big organization! Just gone? Are you kidding?"
"I didn't sleep for long! It hasn't been long since the last contact, how come it suddenly disappeared?"
For a while, the Beast King's eyes were full of confusion, and he felt like he was wandering in the sky.
It was like... dreaming.
In the eyes of high-level alien beasts, the concept of time is somewhat different from that of humans.
It is normal to sleep for a year or half, and take a nap for more than ten days.
So, in this person's opinion, the time that has passed from the normal state of the cult to its destruction is just like taking a nap.
On the other side, after sending the message, Kelsey was anxiously waiting for a reply.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.
However, in his perception, he could clearly perceive that there was a majestic spiritual force in this micro-space tunnel, like a behemoth, exuding pressure.
And all the time, he wanted to kneel on the ground and worship madly.
This alone is enough to prove a premise.
That is, the magic circle communication was successful and the adult had been contacted.
But why the other party did not reply is still unknown.
After a while, the Beast King still did not reply, and the energy of the second blood sacrifice on the evil warrior's side had been consumed.
The bloody red light dissipated, and the space tunnel in the middle disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, Kal'tsit was very confused. Was it successful or not?
Say it was successful!
The message was indeed sent, and the situation was explained clearly.
You say it didn't work!
There was no reply at all. He could clearly sense it, but there was no answer at all.
To be honest, he was now somewhat doubtful about his life, and even suspected that he had hallucinations. That majestic will may have never existed.
Everything came from imagination.
"Click~"
Swish~
One after another, the lights turned on, and this closed place was bright as day again.
Dozens of evil warriors were all looking at Kal'tsit, who was standing in the middle and was a little confused, with burning eyes.
Then, one after another, urging and asking, followed.
"Kal'tsit, have you communicated? What did the adults of the Protoss say?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Tell me the instructions quickly! When can we go to the Protoss territory?"
"Yes! I can't wait to become a member of the Protoss. I really don't want to be a human anymore!"
"Tell me quickly! Don't waste time!"
"..."
At this moment, Kal'tsit felt a little numb on her scalp.
The truth must not be told.
And even if he told it, these people would definitely not believe it.
So, he swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm.
"Humph! You bunch of idiots! I have successfully contacted the God Clan!"
"The Lord said that we are all members of the God Clan, and they will never give up on us."
Hearing this, the evil warriors smiled and relaxed, and their expressions relaxed a lot.
Although they didn't know whether it was true or false, it was more or less psychological comfort and relieved a lot of pressure.
During this period, the pressure brought by the Martial Arts Association was really too great.
Every minute and every second was in fear, fearing that something might go wrong.
Now, there is a glimmer of hope, like a ray of light in the darkness, which makes them intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
To be honest, these guys are a bit like those foreign dogs who wanted to immigrate in Lin Ping'an's previous life.
They are determined not to be human, and want to run over to be dogs for other things.
Even if they are despised, kicked and beaten, and are not treated like human beings, they are still happy and willing to work like a cow and a horse.
For the abnormal psychology of such people, ordinary people simply cannot understand it.
Maybe, it is something that should have been reborn as an animal, but accidentally became a human fetus.
It is completely lowering the moral and IQ level of the human race.
The psychology of these human traitors is also the same.
For a long time, the territory has been promoting the cruel, cold and bloody environment of the Ten Thousand Races.
But these guys just don't believe it, and stubbornly think that the air over there is sweet, and after they go there, they can become a member of the Ten Thousand Races and live a dream life.
But in fact, it is just the end of being swallowed up.
"Master of the God Clan, how are you taking us away!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up and tell us the plan!"
"Don't waste time! Explain it quickly!"
"..."
The evil warriors kept urging, and some of their eyes were even slightly dangerous.
Seeing this, Kal'tsit took a deep breath and spoke with a serious face.
"The Lord of the Divine Religion has appointed me as the acting leader. From now on, I will revive the Divine Religion."
"Moreover, the Lord said that our contribution is not enough for him to take it back, and we need to continue to work hard."
"Due to our lack of strength, we have to continue to hide and only need to provide intelligence."
"Every once in a while, it needs to be sent secretly."
"The rarer and more valuable the intelligence is, the higher the contribution you will get."
"In addition, as long as you do other things that make great contributions, the gods will also be happy and help you get out of the sea of suffering."
...
This set of rhetoric was made up on the spot. He had only one idea, to fool around first.
However, the idea is good, but the reality may not be as smooth as imagined.
Facts have proved that no matter what organization it is, there will always be a kind of person called a nitpicker.
As soon as this was said, several people jumped out.
"Bullshit! What do you mean by that? Why do you want to be the leader?"
"That's right, it's ridiculous that the gods would choose you, a fourth-grade trash, as the leader. Can't you make up a more realistic lie?"
"Whether it's real communication or fake communication, it's still unknown for the time being. You're just lucky to survive, and you're still breathing."
"..."
The people who spoke were all fifth-grade cultivators, and their strength was one level stronger than Kal'tsit.
As for whether they are really argumentative or just fighting for power and profit in the name of argumentativeness, it is still uncertain.
No matter when and where, some people will always fight for power regardless of the occasion.
Even if this is just a god organization that is like a lost dog, it is still the same.
If they can take power and obtain these broken powers, then even if they are hunted, the probability of survival should be greater.
Under the intersection of various interests, these people are all ready to move, and their eyes are full of greed and cunning.
At the same time.
While cursing in her heart, Kal'tsit also spoke with preparation.
"I said it very clearly, not the leader, but the acting leader. If you don't believe it, then change the time and conduct a blood sacrifice communication."
"At that time, whoever has an idea will take the initiative to preside over the ceremony."
"Of course, if you anger the Lord of the God Clan, the consequences are self-evident."
Hearing this, the five-grade looked at each other and saw the hesitation and retreat in the eyes of others.
Who is not a coward who is still alive today?
The consequence of failing to communicate with the Gods is that the spiritual power is annihilated.
Becoming a living dead who can only breathe is no different from being dead.