"Haha Didn't I remind you that we still have an account to settle? ”

This is the danger that Flotra said? I was tied up and hung in front of the improvised altar. The beast Pokul seemed to be in a good mood, and he kept taunting me as he sharpened his pickaxe.

I should have been terrified of the threat of death, even though I knew that the souls of the people of the Nayn realm would still return to the plane of the gods to which they belonged after death. But at this time, my heart was calm and calm. Could it be that I have experienced so many moments of life and death that my senses have become completely numb to this?

Call...... I think the main reason has something to do with the circle of stone statues arranged in an arc around the altar. The stone statues were carved by the Oathbreakers themselves in the mines, and were so crudely made of materials that I barely recognized their shape.

A minotaur, wielding a mace, naked and muscular, with a barbed tail and a ...... Huge lower body.

An emaciated dragon, presumably carved from a single piece of moonstone blank, revealing an eerie green color. Unlike normal dragons, this little green dragon has no forelimbs connected to its wings.

A woman in a cloak, covered in moss and fungi. There were no other telltale features, but I could somehow sniff out the essence hidden beneath her cloak: dark and decaying, miserable and filthy.

……

In addition, I have recognized quite a few acquaintances in this smorgasbord of King Didra.

A woman stood upright with her arms raised, and the spider silk hanging from her two pairs of arms hung down densely, wrapping and covering her body tightly. I easily identified her, the webweaver of the mortal realm, the whispering lady Mepharah.

A hunter, holding a spear and wearing antler skulls, meekly follows a wolf beside him. His identity is obvious, Helsin, who is in charge of the hunt.

A fat man with two horns in the firstborn Dedra, holding a barrel in one hand and a statue of Dibella in the other—I learned from Flotra that this is Sangeen, the god of indulgence and revelry.

A sense of absurdity floated up, the rhythm of his own family beating his own family?

"Can I ask some questions before I die?"

"Yes," Medenaki agreed, "and you are entitled to know a few things as a sacrifice. ”

"Then I'll get started. Which demon god is willing to answer your prayers? ”

"Sacrifice you, and trust that all the demon gods will respond."

"What an honor...... I'd also like to recommend that you sacrifice me to a designated demon god. ”

"Which one?"

I pouted into the stone nunu of the Whispering Lady.

"Of course. Our work has been carried out in secrecy under her protection, and we have followed her teachings to kill many scum who tried to find out about our plots. But there is only one sacrifice, but there are many demon gods, so you can't let the whispering lady eat alone, right? ”

Well, if there was a scene of the Didra kings "eating" around a table, it would be very curious - I wonder if they would fight each other for food.

"Hey, I've heard that the Oathbreakers had their own faith before their homes were taken?"

Mednach sighed, "That's right, we originally had our own ancient beliefs. Then the invaders came and drove us into the wilderness. ”

"What is it that makes you turn your back on your old traditions?"

"Betrayal? It was they who turned their backs on us! What did the ancient gods of our faith do other than watch us fall into suffering? My question inadvertently provoked Mednachy, who frantically shook his fist and roared at me, but after the roar only a deep frustration settled on his face, "From then on, whoever wishes to answer our prayers will put our faith in the god who can give us the power of vengeance." ”

"And which was the first god you believed in before you became abandoners?"

When I asked the question, the audience fell silent. The surrounding oathbreakers lowered their heads and stopped what they were doing, and some even began to wipe away tears.

"Enough! That's the end of your chance to ask questions! Mednaci roared, snatching the shiny hoe from Pokul and slamming it down in front of me, "Say your name before the gods. ”

“…… Sangeon. ”

"It's just a matter of deceiving Pokur, don't think I don't know which adult's name is that!"

"What if it just happens to have the same name?"

"Won't tell? It doesn't matter, it's just a small detail that doesn't matter, I just need to make the sacrifice in earnest. ”

Mednach wasn't going to play tricks on me, he was going to get straight to the point.

What to do? I was tied up and hung in the air, unable to resist at all, and the only thing I could use was the unexpected dragon's roar. But what about yelling? As long as the other party picks up the mine hoe that has been shaken to the ground, it will continue to threaten my life, and ......

"I've heard some little cubs say that you can breathe fire out of your mouth if you just pronounce a few words?" The beast Pokul shoved the linen he used to wipe the hoe into my mouth coldly, "like the 'Bear of Marcus' back then." ”

"Uh-huh......!"

"He's a far cry from Oufrik. Ufric was able to roar the defenders behind the gate through the city gate, and this kid can still be caught by us if he has such skills? ”

Mednach slowly lifted the hoe as Pokul tore the middle of my prison gown, exposing my fragile chest to the air. I closed my eyes nervously, silently muttering the names of several Deedra kings.

Brother Heersin, we were partners back then...... O Lady Mepharah, I will walk this continent to spread your glory...... O Monsieur Sangeon, don't you feel sorry for the roses you have planted on me like this......

……

Hey? Why hasn't the hoe fallen yet? What's wrong with the atmosphere? Which King Didra apparilated?

I opened my eyes to see Mednach staring at my chest in a daze, breathing heavily.

What's wrong with my chest? Could it be that King Didra secretly drew a red circle and a slash on my chest? But I'm so sturdy, I can't even look down to see what's going on.

Mednaci's eyes grew red as he stared at me, and he suddenly began to cry more than he had reacted to the last time he had drunk Skuma; The oathbreakers on both sides also knelt down and looked at my chest in unison, sobbing in unison.

Is this a manifestation of the Holy Spirit? Kena ...... She didn't abandon us poor homeless kids! ”

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Thanks to the book friend Rozger for his reward, the author will continue to work hard!