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However, the camp was like a yellow sand hell, and countless pieces of yellow sand still flowed from between Immorton's robes, as if it was alive and flowing to all corners of the camp. It wasn't long before the goblins' cries had subsided, and the yellow sand had gradually buried their chests, and the heavy sand had to stretch their chest muscles to keep them breathing, and they had no energy left to cry and scream.

It wasn't until the sands buried the goblins, leaving only their slick green round heads, that the goblins finally had the hope of escaping from death. It was already difficult for them to hold their breath, and they had almost no strength to beg for mercy, so they could only stare at them one by one, and try to express their prayers with their own eyes.

When the last grain of sand fell from Immorton's sleeve and the flow of yellow sand stopped, Immorton slowly raised his head, a pair of eagle eyes with a huge hooked nose, and a cruel smile on his aggressive face.

"Now you can listen to me!" Immorton said in a low voice, and although his voice was not loud, almost every goblin could hear it clearly.

"I, High Priest Immorton, have come to earth by the will of God, to assist His Excellency Leo, Grand Duke of Pritz!" Immorton introduced himself word by word.

These words sent countless expletives rolling through the goblins' minds. Assist Archduke Leo, that is a friendly army, who on the continent does not know that the goblins are loyal followers of Archduke Pritz? You even use this method without saying a word, we are going to Archduke Leo to complain about you! I must sue you!

I don't know how many goblins are about to burst into tears, being imprisoned by such an aggrieved person, only to find out that the other party is your own person, do you treat your own people like this?!

These goblins didn't know about Immorton at all, and they didn't understand that in the eyes of the pharaoh's high priest of ancient Egypt, they had no human rights at all. He once used the Golden Sutra of the Sun and the death Bible of Osiris, the god of Hades, and in Immorton's heart, he was both a god and a contempt for life, and he was a master of controlling and playing with life.

Not to mention that these goblins are not even human, in Immorton's eyes they are just tools to serve Leo, so Immorton will not care about their feelings at all, yes, completely ignore them!

"The gods tell people what to do and what not to do, that sin occurs in the world because people have disobeyed the will of God, that those who do evil will be punished, and that those who do good will be rewarded......"

“......”

"The heavens stretch out their rays to you so that you may go to heaven like the eyes that are pulled......"

Taking advantage of the fact that all the goblins were now focused on him, Immorton kept chanting the scriptures with his head down, and his hands tucked into the sleeves of his robes kept pinching all kinds of strange handprints. At first, the goblins couldn't understand Immorton's subdued scriptures, but as Immorton continued to chant, many of the goblins' large eyes, which had been slightly protruding and looked extraordinarily bright, became dim.

When the goblin tribe was all lost in Immorton's scripture recitation, golden inscriptions began to appear one after another in the yellow sand, which appeared one after another, gradually filling the entire camp with the chanting of scriptures, forming a huge inscription circle.

As the inscription circle was formed, Immorton's chanting began to rise to a loud pitch: "You will rule over the people of the unreachable lands, lead the exalted among them, and all the Aher will follow you as the dead! We will sacrifice the lives of our enemies for you! We will sacrifice blood and heads to you!"

The dull eyes of tens of thousands of goblins began to glow with madness, as if they had been touched by some ineffable force, and began to revere Immorton feverishly, as if every word Immorton said was sacred and inviolable.

As the goblins became firm in their faith, the yellow sand slowly receded from their bodies, and by the time the camp regained a green meadow and the yellow sand had all disappeared into the depths of Immorton's robes, the entire goblin clan had regarded Immorton as the embodiment of the gods, and did not hesitate or disobey his orders in the slightest.

It was as silent as he came, and so quietly when he left, as if nothing had happened before. But the tens of thousands of goblins in the goblin camp have changed dramatically in their hearts and beliefs.

Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, the god of the goblins, who had already lit the divine fire but had not yet obtained the godhead and ascended to the throne, the divine light full of ignorance and savage suddenly dissipated, and in the terrible roar, the god of the goblins, who had survived for many years, was on the verge of falling and dissolving.

Immorton's blow made the goblin god, who only had tens of thousands of believers, become extremely subtle, and almost completely cut off the possibility of becoming a god. Without the power of faith of this goblin race, the goblin god could only survive on his last breath, forcibly supporting himself into a deep sleep, trying to delay the time of his fall.

Immorton was still a little hasty, and in an instant, he transferred tens of thousands of believers, and if such a thing was changed to other gods, I am afraid that it would immediately cause a divine war, and the entire Principality of Pritz would be crushed into powder by the angry divine punishment.

Luckily, Immorton chose the Goblin God, a primordial demigod with only tens of thousands of followers, who was not accepted by the factions, so even if it silently dissipated, it did not attract the attention of the other gods.

When the sun rose again among the mountains, Karasius came to inspect his people, only to find that the goblins had almost completely ignored its majesty, and no goblins came forward to salute him, and no goblins cared about his arrival.

"Hell, you sluts, didn't you see King Caraxiu coming, don't you hurry up and greet him?" the angry Caraxiu cursed loudly, but he was horrified to find that none of the goblins paid any attention to him, as if no goblin knew him overnight.

Such a strange thing made Caraxiu realize that things might be a big deal!