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Chapter 713 Weird Zhao Siyu
The lame old man answered quickly: "Of course it is voluntary."

"Sir, I know what you are thinking. In fact, I didn't understand why someone would actively sacrifice their lives to the great world corruptor at first."

"But later I learned that ordinary people are not qualified to be sacrifices. They must be devout in faith and have a certain level of soul power to be qualified to be sacrifices to the gods."

"A lame guy like me can't even think about it."

His face was filled with envy, which made me secretly frightened and asked, "Are there any benefits?"

The lame old man said in surprise: "Isn't it a benefit to be able to become a sacrifice to the gods?"

Suddenly he slapped his forehead and said, "That's right. You haven't become a believer in the Lord God yet, so naturally you don't understand what's going on."

"But I can tell you, if I am qualified to be a sacrifice, I will definitely run faster than anyone else!"

"It's good to be a sacrifice. You will become a part of the great Corruptor of the Old Ones in the future. In other words, to be a sacrifice is to become a part of the god. Who wouldn't rush to do such a good thing?"

"It's a pity that the number of people required by God is limited, so it won't be our turn anyway..."

I was dumbfounded.

I thought those who committed suicide were forced or brainwashed.

But when the lame old man said this, his eyes were clear and full of longing.

He really wanted to commit suicide as a sacrifice.

I cursed inwardly.

If the people in the Dali Sanctuary Area think so, there is no doubt that this place will no longer be available.

If China wants to take back the Dali Sanctuary in the future, the first thing it will have to do is massacre this group of brainwashed people.

But Duan Tianming can do it. In just half a year, he has controlled the thoughts of the people in the city to such an extent.

I'm afraid this guy wasn't a successful master before, right?
I asked again: "Just now, there were demon-suppressing soldiers attacking the altar..."

The lame old man said quickly: "I know. The great Corruptor of the World is above, and these demon-suppressing soldiers should have died long ago."

"They don't believe in gods, but they still eat the food given by gods every day. And every once in a while, they attack the altar, kill believers and blaspheme the gods."

"Why didn't these people die at that time?"

I took a breath and couldn't help but said: "Maybe they want to save you from the rule of the gods?"

The lame old man said with a smile: "Sir, think about it."

"We have food and drink here. We don't have to work. We only need to chant the name of the great world corruptor every day."

"No one is killing us, no one is beating us. Do we need demon-suppressing soldiers to save us?"

"Besides, what can you do if you save us? Are you going to suffer from hunger? Are you going to spend every day in panic?"

This old man seemed to have opened up a conversational box, and he wouldn't stop talking.

"Sir, when we were in Middle-earth, we, a group of ordinary people, were like ants. We worked conscientiously and diligently every day, but we supported those guys who were not engaged in production and were full of fat."

"Okay, we admit it. Who makes everyone's IQ lower than others?"

"But the age of the end of the law has come, and it is we, the little people living at the bottom of society, who are unlucky."

"Sir, you have never experienced the most difficult time in the Dali shelter area."

"Due to war and climate reasons, the Dali Sanctuary was once isolated and its roads were damaged by landslides and earthquakes. For half a year, no supplies came in or out of the Dali Sanctuary."

"A lot of people died in the Dali shelter area at that time, tsk tsk!"

In fact, I already knew the things he said.

It is precisely because of the shortage of supplies and the isolation of roads that countless people died in the Dali shelter area.

When too many people die, chaos will naturally arise.

It was at this time that Duan Tianming colluded with the old gods and used food as a guide to lure the people into rebellion. In the end, the eight hundred demon-suppressing soldiers fought to the death and no one survived.

It is said that when the eight hundred demon-suppressing soldiers were fighting to the death, no one from the common people came to help, and some even added insult to injury.

It is because these eight hundred demon-suppressing soldiers belong to the group that has priority in supplying supplies.

After this incident, the Old God successfully relied on Duan Tianming to take control of the Dali Sanctuary, which was later renamed Dali Kingdom.A steady stream of food was provided, and the 10,000+ people in the city relied on the old gods to survive.

The more I listened, the colder my heart became.

Is this place hopeless?
The old gods' control over this place is simply shocking!
I was thinking before that the people must be in dire straits and miserable under the rule of the old gods.

As long as I kill the divine envoy Duan Tianming and raise my arms, I will surely have countless followers.

But what does it look like now?
If I want to kill Duan Tianming, these people must first skin me and cramp me!

No, everyone is an independent individual.

The lame old man bowed to the old gods, but that didn't mean that all the people recognized the rule of the old gods!

Besides, when I first entered the city, the rows of closed doors on both sides of the road were said to be the people who provided the least power of faith in the old gods.

They certainly do not recognize the rule of the Old Gods.

Thinking of this, I felt a little calmer.

I am not afraid of fighting bloody battles, but I am afraid that I will fight bloody battles to save this city, but the people in the city look on coldly, or even reject me!

In that case, I would not be able to take the path of asking myself, and my state of mind might even collapse.

Seeing my calm expression, the lame old man didn't dare to say anything more. After putting away the soul-raising wood, he nodded and bowed and returned to the kitchen.

I thought for a moment, picked up my chopsticks, picked up the rice, boiled meat slices, etc. on the table and ate them happily.

No matter what, there is no problem with the ingredients, and I don’t know where the old gods got the materials to support a city.

After eating and drinking, I turned around and left without paying the bill.

After only taking a few steps, I noticed someone following me behind me.

I looked back and saw that it was Zhao Siyu again.

At that moment, I felt something in my heart and said with a smile: "Captain Zhao, I thought you were gone."

Zhao Siyu stared at me intently, his expression very calm.

After a while, he said to me: "You are not Roja."

"You are a spy from Middle-earth."

I'm not surprised at all.

This guy was very nice to me before, but then he became cold and tried to persuade me to leave.

From that moment on I knew that he must be investigating me.

I spread my hands and said, "Hey, there's nothing you can do if you don't believe me."

"The current household registration management system is in a mess. Even if I took out my ID card, you would probably say it was a fake."

Zhao Siyu said calmly: "I won't let you destroy this city. The 13 people in Dali can't stand it anymore."

"I still say the same thing, it's too late for you to leave now, otherwise you will die."

I was a little impatient by his nagging words: "First of all, I didn't want to destroy this city."

"Secondly, I won't leave!"

"Again, even if I die, I have nothing to do with you!"

"I'm here just to gain power! Do you understand?"

Zhao Siyu suddenly raised his hand and pulled out the rune sword.

He said calmly: "If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

"I have killed eight hundred demon-suppressing soldiers in Middle-earth, and I am not missing out on you!"

I noticed that although he was using a rune sword, the runes on the blade had already been worn away.

Ever since Zhao Siyu killed eight hundred demon-suppressing soldiers, he could no longer use the evil-suppressing runes inherited from Middle-earth.

(End of this chapter)