The flames lit up the night sky of the Okatob plane, the magical flames did not sway under the breath of the wind, these "just right" temperatures of the flames were enough to ensure that an ordinary intelligent creature would suffer to the maximum without dying too quickly, and the Hurricane cultists bound to the 10,000 metal pillars would all have enough time to pray and wail, and their charred bodies and terrible screams would make the poor people watching the disaster despair!

For the hapless faithful, the actions of the three legendary professionals are undoubtedly a vicious ploy, the grand death rituals and bloody killings are the most capable of despair and horror, and the negative emotions that come with the death of one group after another will force the god-believing to pray.

Perhaps the behavior pattern of "killing chickens and monkeys" is not as capable of maximizing negative emotional gains in a very short period of time as the "Dancing Spirit Prayer Torch", but it is destined to be more durable and more continuous to transmit the tainted faith to Atdylan's heart!

After all, no god-ordered religious festival lasts so long, and no other religious festival carries out such a large-scale killing of believers.

However...... Will this really work?

Floating in the sky, watching the summoned elemental soldiers tie another group of miserable believers who were struggling and wailing to the crimson metal pillars, watching the fire that burned again make these poor people feel painful, watching the other "worshippers" shudder in horror while praying incoherently, the legendary knight in the golden glittering armor rarely did not show a perverted smile.

In fact, Kane's expression is extremely gloomy now............

"Is your plan really effective? Sai'an? This kind of "ritual" has been going on for half a month, and even the most fanatical believers or sensitive human beings must begin to become numb and lax, and their fears are declining day by day, and it must not be long before these guys who have become the walking dead out of despair will have no "extreme emotions" to speak of.

Looking hatefully at the "charred" corpse on the metal pillar, the mad knight's gaze couldn't help but flicker with an anxiety that could not be concealed.

Now, as the charred corpses under the steel pillars are piled higher and higher, and the pungent smell of broken coke is getting stronger and stronger, the noisy and invective in the sky has long since subsided, and the eyes of the believers are less fearful and more numb, and even the fanatical prayer seems to have become a habitual behavior in the "daily life" On the top of this terrifying square, instead of the hustle and bustle, there was a dull and dead silence, and most of the guys who pointed at the legendary strong men and scolded them disappeared because they were burned at the stake early............

But even so, the escaped hurricane god still did not appear, he did not come to save his followers, let alone appear in the sky to defeat the evil "heretic", even if the cruel disaster was staged not far from his kingdom, the god who finally escaped back to the "lair" did not seem to be fooled again no matter what.

"Maybe we'll have to spend a lot of time fighting a war of attrition in the end...... Damn! Uncle Ben's time is not such a waste, this group of believers is such a waste, they can't even do a little powerful prayer, they deserve to be burned at the stake."

As time passed, the gritted Kane's tone became more and more unkind and angry, and his anger even spread to this group of ordinary "ants" who were enduring torture, after all, for the evil knight, it is a very natural thing to be angry with others, if it weren't for the expectation that this group of "useless" believers would exert a little more residual heat, the "instant killing cavalry spear" at this time would have been on the shield to kill.

However, under the same blanket of night, the expressionless caster had a completely different view from the mad knight, and casually looked at the current situation of the believers in the square, and the punk said very lightly while directing the elemental soldiers to arrange the next batch of unlucky eggs to be sent to the "stake":

"Don't worry, the success rate of this plan can reach at least seventy percent, you think too highly of the gods, you know, "believers are the greatest weakness of a god" This sentence is not just words, even if most of the desperate people have fallen into numbness in their prayers nowadays, but they can still integrate this heavy numbness into the faith, and at the same time, there are still a group of "who have been burned at the stake and will be burned at the stake" They will not cease to pray, and their extreme faith will enter the depths of Atdyron's heart along with most numbing prayers............"

Pointing to the hapless believers who were struggling and wailing at the stake and the poor people who were lined up to be the next group of victims, the "despair" and "fear" that Punk was referring to clearly came from these two groups, and he was heard explaining to Kane:

"It's like a steel needle flowing into the heart with clean water, and like a cold wind that penetrates through the cracks............ These sorrows mixed with numbness also give a new stimulus to the god of hurricanes, and now Atdylan, who has been badly injured and has suffered from a belief that has no positive emotions at all, is still suffering from the erosion of the self by the priesthood...... All kinds of negative states that overwhelm the soul will only make him more sensitive and confused, and believe me, the straw that is added one by one also takes weight, and Mr. Kamimei may not be able to bear more weight now."

The cold eyes grew darker and deeper in the darkness, and the perception of magic unbridled unbridled............ There is no doubt that the legendary caster in the robe of the stars did not abandon his plan, as he believed that the last straw that would break the camel's back would soon come.

What happens to the gods when they endure the erosion of faith has been studied by the Grand Arcans for a long time, and in this regard, Punk knows even more about this than the "smile" who is the god of red sand.

So Whisper of Destruction is well aware that in many cases, sharp, slender steel needles are more likely to inflict pain on a bruised person than a heavy hammer, and what he is doing now is to make such steel needles one by one, so that they can stab Atdylon's heart to a thousand holes!

So at this moment, what kind of mood is the hurricane god who is hiding in the kingdom of God and listening to the wails of believers, enduring the torture of the spiritual level?