I am a god in another world

These privileges were not obvious when the Tukans were powerful and had hundreds of thousands of slave soldiers.

Those killing lamas rarely targeted ordinary Tukans.

But when the slave soldiers were exhausted, the contradictions immediately emerged, because those ordinary Tukans fell to the bottom of the entire army.

Especially when the Tukan army was short of supplies, the greedy nature of human beings was fully exerted, and these killing lamas made full use of their privileges to enrich themselves.

And among the Tukans, they recruited lama slaves on a large scale.

Many Tukans who originally resisted self-degradation to slavery could not bear the temptation of hunger and privileges, gave up their perseverance, and became accomplices of these killing lamas, further exacerbating this internal strife and internal division.

As for compassion? Qinggui precepts? Equality in the world?

For killing lamas, these do not exist at all.

The killing Buddha they worship is called the worldly Buddha. He regards the mortal world as hell. He uses his worldly practice to taste the seven emotions and six desires of the world, and uses killing to lead the world to get rid of the sufferings of the world and enjoy peace and happiness forever.

They not only have no taboos in their actions, but also pay attention to extremes in everything. They want to enjoy the best wine, eat the fattest meat, covet the most beautiful colors, and create the greatest killing karma, which is called - practice.

This is also the reason why they were promoted on a large scale among the Tukan people in a short period of time. Their doctrines legalized the original sin of human nature and gave birth to it to the extreme.

"You are looking for death! How dare you question the Buddha? Do you know that the Buddha has borne all your karma of killing? If the Buddha had not silently prayed for you, how could you come back lucky every time? The Buddha worked so hard, it is natural for him to share more food! You are still so unsatisfied!"

"That's right, you idiots, you can't tell the difference between the primary and the secondary. Do you think you can still be alive now? Do you really think it's your own fault? No, this is the blessing of the killing Buddha, and the powerful power of the killing Buddhas to deter the enemy. You can only enjoy eternal peace if you realize the beauty of the way of killing as soon as possible."

"Disperse, if you dare to disrespect again, don't blame me for being rude. Let you taste the power of the long whip in my hand."

The Lama slave soldiers used practical actions to interpret what it means to be a fox pretending to be a tiger. The long whips in their hands made a humming sound when they were waving, and the closest distance to the Tukan soldiers was a few centimeters.

Most of those who first degraded themselves to slavery were not kind people. After they followed the killing lamas for a period of time, they were influenced by their doctrines and the essence of the killing power, and their temperaments were distorted to the extreme.

Even when facing their former tribesmen, they did not hesitate to release their evil, and even played the role of vicious dogs to the fullest above the killing lamas.

"Bullshit deterrence, if you are so powerful, just rush out and defeat the enemy completely! Why do you always hide behind us?"

"Don't yell like a dog, come on, come if you have the ability, let us see if you really have this ability."

"We are almost starving to death, and we are still afraid of your long whip. Brothers, let these guys who have forgotten their ancestors taste the true bravery of our Tukan people. We are free eagles, not puppets without souls, not their slaves!"

The advantage in numbers gave the Tukan people enough sense of security and bravery, and they began to fight against the killing lamas.

They must fight for their rights. They are brave Tukan people, not tools and slaves of these killing lamas.

"You are looking for death!"

"Then let you see the power of the killing Buddha."

"Go back!"

The lama slaves roared, and their bodies quickly doubled in size like balloons. They were wrapped in a faint blood-red light. Their faces were extremely ferocious and violent. Their eyes were cruel and bloodthirsty. They looked at ordinary Tukan people as if they were looking at lambs to be slaughtered, as if they would rush up in the next second.

There are practical benefits for these lama slaves to follow the killing lamas.

After the continuous prayers and blessings of these killing lamas, they all obtained a simplified version of the killing Vajra ability.

This is not a giant transformation technique, but also contains the killing karma. They are like seeds implanted in the bodies of these lama slaves, growing with their constant killing until they bloom and bear fruit.

This ability will be maintained for a long time with killing. If enough killing is caused, it can even grow into a killing Vajra and transform into a member of the killing lamas.

The size advantage instantly made up for the lack of numbers. The whole military camp was filled with the tall and strong figures of the lama slaves. The Tukan people, who were originally surging in a crowd, could not help but stagnate. Many eyes were filled with undisguised fear and awe.

In this narrow environment of close combat, the opponent's size advantage is too obvious, and any random attack will cause devastating damage to them.

The most important thing is the strict laws of the Tukan people.

These killing lamas only need to bear very light guilt for killing them, and they don't even need to be punished.

But if they attack these killing lamas and lama slaves, they are often sentenced to death and will become new sacrifices.

"Buddha is merciful. As long as you are willing to convert to Buddha, you will also master the same powerful power."

The killing lamas chanted the Buddha's name loudly, and the lama slaves who were originally ready to move immediately turned into docile hunting dogs and curled up beside these killing lamas obediently.

These killing lamas madly exploited ordinary Tukan people. In addition to the increasing scarcity of supplies, they also consciously built class barriers to make more Tukan people willing to succumb to their will, accept their transformation, become their Buddhist soldiers, and become the helpers of Yamen Khan's complete transformation.

"Ridiculous! Even if we convert to you, we will not accept your exploitation! Supplies are limited, and there will always be people who are hungry. Do you want to starve with us?"

"If you want us to convert, you can give us the food that belongs to us first!"

"Convert! Haha... You just want us to become stupid tools that only know how to kill."

The Tukan soldiers retorted coldly, not moved at all.

They had seen the fighting style of those lama slave soldiers with their own eyes. Once they saw blood, they would become bloodthirsty monsters, almost losing their reason, and only knew to move forward and forward until they killed all the enemies or shed the last drop of blood on their bodies.

"How dare you insult us!" The killing lama did not respond, and those lama slave soldiers roared with their teeth bared.

Their temperaments were also affected by their killing state.

Just like barbarians in a violent state, a little stimulation would make them furious.

Those killing lamas seemed to want to teach those ordinary Tukan people a lesson, and consciously relaxed their control over the lama slaves.

Clank, clank, clank!

Some Tukan people could not stand the stimulation of this pressure and pulled out their weapons.

This immediately caused a chain reaction, and more Tukan people followed. Not only were the lama slaves furious, but even the killing lamas also showed unconcealed anger.

They were believers of the killing Buddha, the most sacred existence. It was their greatest honor to let these humble Tukan people serve them. They actually dared to draw their swords against them. This was an insult to them and the greatest disrespect to the killing Buddha.

And this kind of disrespect can only be washed away by blood.

"Stop."

A majestic figure fell from the sky and directly inserted between the Tukan soldiers and those killing lamas.

The majestic figure shouted without turning his head: "Hada, order your people to put away their swords. What do you want to do? Internal strife?"

"But, General, these lamas are really bullying us too much. Our soldiers are going to starve to death..."

General Batumihe did not give Tukan leader a chance to explain, and snorted coldly: "What? You don't even listen to my orders?"

"Yes, sir, put away your weapons." Although Tukan leader was full of resentment and anger, he had to give face to Tukan's first warrior.

When Yamen Khan did not show up for a long time, he was the backbone of the Tukan people, standing in front of them and confronting these aggressive killing lamas.

Seeing that the senior generals of the Tukan army had shown up, the Tukan soldiers immediately became timid and put away their weapons one by one.

"Wouldn't it be right to do this earlier." Those killing lamas showed a triumphant smile of satisfaction.

But this smile did not last for a few seconds, because General Batumihe pointed the finger at them, "From today on, the supply of the entire army will be unified, regardless of noble or humble, and everyone will eat the same food."

"Impossible, we are noble people, how can we eat with these untouchables?"

"We are the servants of the killing Buddha, we are noble Buddhas, we enjoy special powers, and you are not qualified to deprive them."

"I will report this matter to the state teacher, and then I will see how you deal with it."

This time it was the turn of the killing lamas to get excited, because doing so would not only make them starve with the Tukan people, but also shake their privileged class.

These two points were intolerable to them.

General Batumih was not moved at all and said, "You don't need to go to the national teacher. I will tell him about this matter in person."

The leading lama said arrogantly, "Then wait until your proposal is passed by the national teacher. Before that, we can't lose any grain. Let's go."

Under the leadership of this great lama, the killing lamas and their lama slaves retreated into their brightly colored and huge tents.

The appearance of General Batumih also gave them a way out.

The toughness of the attitude of these Tukan soldiers today far exceeded their expectations.

In the past, they would have bowed their heads and softened with a little intimidation.

This made the great lama smell a hint of conspiracy.

If there was no one to support them behind them, would a group of big soldiers really dare to question them?

General Batumih appeared too timely. He must report this matter to the national teacher Scanbuhe as soon as possible.

The great lama acted quickly, and General Batumih acted even faster. He whispered to the Tukan leader: "Let your people keep gathering and nail these lamas here. Don't raise your sword lightly, but don't let them leave here. Whether I can go to the tent to see the Khan depends on your full support."

"General, don't worry. All of us Tukan people will stand firmly on your side. This is for the future of Tukan and for our life and death!" Tukan leader Hawa's face no longer showed much anger, only endless determination.

The guess of the murderous great lama was correct. The Tukan soldiers' attack this time was not an accident, but a carefully planned conspiracy.

The purpose is to completely intensify the conflict between the ordinary Tukan soldiers and the killing lamas and put them into a state of confrontation.

Because this situation did not only break out in this 10,000-man military camp, but also in other camps. Each military camp had a high-level Tukan general to mediate and temporarily suppress the conflict.

However, the anger of the ordinary Tukan soldiers who were provoked kept rolling in their hearts, accumulating more and more.

This anger and resentment is not only directed at these killing lamas, but also at their current desperate environment.

If you count carefully, their westward expedition has lasted for more than a year and a half.

Previously, there were sufficient supplies and a huge momentum, plus the power of Yamen Khan that was almost like a god.

They did not feel tired at all. Even if they crossed tens of thousands of kilometers and fought everywhere, they were happy.

But since the beginning of winter this year, not only have they been defeated repeatedly, but even the myth of Yamen Khan's invincibility has been broken. In the eyes of the public, they were beaten to pieces, and only a part of them survived and stayed in seclusion for a long time.

The total force was only one-third of the peak period, and the living materials were extremely scarce.

Morale naturally fell into an uncontrollable depression.

If their retreat was not blocked by Lake Asen, according to the Tukan people's previous nature.

The entire Tukan army would have been torn apart, and those chiefs and leaders had already taken their people far away into the endless wilderness. Even if Yamen Khan had power close to God, it would be useless.

This was determined by their survival instinct.

The Tukan people have always united when it is beneficial and divided when it is not.

Most of them are willing to gather under Yamen Khan's tent, not because of how loyal they are to him, but because Yamen Khan led them to fight north and south, bringing them a lot of benefits - many Tukan people only recognize their own chiefs, not Yamen Khan's.

When General Batumih walked out of this military camp and walked towards the central coach's tent, a high-level Tukan general walked out of other military camps, followed him expressionlessly, and soon exceeded dozens of them.

As we went deeper, we saw another world.

Red was everywhere. The silk, cloth, and animal skins used for camping were all red. It was not the normal red, but a dark red that was stained with blood and dried.

Even the air seemed to have a red tinge, filled with a faint sweet smell.

There were no ordinary Tukan soldiers here. They were either the bald-headed killing lamas or the lama slaves with red ropes tied around their arms.

They were all fat and strong, arrogant, and did not take the high-ranking Tukan generals headed by General Batumih seriously at all.

Several killing lamas blocked their way and said, "The Buddha is in retreat, no one is allowed to disturb him, generals, please go back."

"We have important military intelligence to report to the Khan, and we must see the Khan today." General Batumih did not need to speak in person, and other Tukan generals around him said first, "We are going to talk about the big matter of our life and death, and you dare to stop us?"

"Compared to the Buddha's practice, everything else is a small matter." The killing lamas guarding the gate were not moved at all, and responded with a tough attitude, with no intention of letting these Tukan generals enter the Khan's golden tent.

"You are so bold, what you are doing is interfering in politics and isolating the inside and the outside." The Tukan generals were full of endless anger in their words, "You are doing this, which will lead us to a dead end. What good will it do you?"

"Don't accuse us of these unfounded charges, we are just executing the Buddha's orders." These killing lamas faced the accusations with a calm expression.

Hearing the quarrel, many killing lamas who were chanting Buddhist scriptures loudly opened their eyes and gathered silently around the gatekeepers.

Batumihe seemed unwilling to tangle with these watchdogs. He suddenly stepped forward and said loudly: "Skanbuhe, come out and talk."

His step was like a storm.

Countless anger surged from all directions, gathered on him, and on the bodies of those senior Tukan generals, like a turbulent torrent, rushing towards the Khan's golden tent.

This is why they went to other military camps before coming.

They ignited the contradictions between the Tukan soldiers and the killing lamas, and completely condensed the anger of the former, gathered on them in the form of military souls, and used them for them.

"You are so brave!" The killing lamas roared angrily, signed the Dharma seals, and chanted the Buddha's name.

An invisible golden barrier appeared in front of them.

Bang!

The two forces collided heavily.

The power of the military soul was shattered, and the golden light shield was flickering.

The killing lamas who were the first to bear the brunt were the most unlucky, and they spurted blood and turned into gourds rolling on the ground.

General Batumih took advantage of the situation and took the second step towards the Khan's golden tent.

At this moment, the anger of those ordinary Tukan soldiers had all gathered on him, like a substance, forming a terrifying phantom that was more condensed than the military souls of ten thousand people, and his appearance was 90% similar to General Batumih. (End of this chapter)