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Chapter 16 Lianshan Kiln (Please read!)

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What's the point of doing this?
Looking at the layers of soil that continued to pile up into the shape of a raised lid, Moget, who was teleported here, was thinking about these things in confusion.

It had been two days since they arrived in this unknown place.

Two days ago, their home was destroyed by those demons. Those demons who called themselves the warriors of Britannia summoned countless monsters, destroyed their faith, and completely destroyed their home.

They saw with their own eyes the living sacrifices hanging on the monsters' crosses, and watched the howling monsters of the abyss burning their homes in the flames of hell.

As human beings, they simply couldn't believe why there would be such a cruel ethnic group and such cruel phenomena in the world.

When natural disasters strike, they can only run, and escape is their only option. Even if it means running aimlessly, they still have to run.

Anyone who can walk out of destruction is a success.

Only in this way can they delay the inevitable death that is coming.

It is not shameful to want to survive. On the contrary, the absolute death advocated by those monsters is the most terrifying thing.

Their rituals, gods, spells, and everything they perform are provided by living people. Their artillery fire is the fire of hell, their supplies are the gold of hell, and everything they do looks so terrible and terrifying, never heard of before.

Even their own god, the great god, the ineffable god whose name could not be spoken, only worshipped high and mighty, was hunted from the sky by those lunatic wizards amidst the clash of dark clouds and raging fire. The bloody rain that fell from the sky for three days and three nights completely destroyed their faith in fighting these monsters.

Even after arriving on this island and knowing that these monsters spoke the same words as the demons, they had no intention of serving these demons.

I did submit to this fear and violence, but you couldn't make me work honestly.

But what made them feel even more horrified was that the gods here were in some ways even more terrifying than the wizards who controlled rainstorms and fire, and the demons in the fog.

What they showed was only tangible fear, and what they cast was also real, tangible magical fire and even more cruel demonic purgatory. But that was all understandable, and it was also the death they could understand.

The god here controls everything.

'Go to work.'

With just one command, everyone lost the right to control their own bodies.

Even if he roared madly in his heart, even if he kept trying to struggle, no matter what he did, he could not shake the absolute control that came from the essence of his soul.

The moment they submitted their obedience and loyalty, they had already sold their souls to this strange god. However, what was even more puzzling was that this god seemed, how should I put it... insane in the conventional sense, right?
As a latecomer, he also saw the actions of the gods every morning.

That individual who was far superior to humans seemed to really think that he was an ordinary person, washing and eating normally, and then looking at their customs and living habits as if they were a group of fools.

Moget was not blind, and he could certainly see the impatience and mockery in the man's eyes, but he did nothing.

Yes, like some kind of constraint, the man always maintained an eight-hour work system.

Dedicate eight hours a day to this nameless god, and the rest of the time is yours.

Could this god be crazy? Otherwise, why would such a good thing happen?
Even though the so-called tasks this god demanded were strange, they remained silent, supporting the god's every action. Just like now, they were clearing large rubble from a large, easily manageable flat area discovered by the previous God's Chosen Champion and Preacher. Then, using the more malleable mud from the jungle, they began to smear it, shaping what appeared to be a gigantic, inverted structure.

Guided by the divine will, they moved with remarkable speed. A small area was quickly cleared. Over a hundred people, acting as one, leveled the ground, hammering out soil and more building stones, and moving them to the side.

However, the God was still not satisfied with the current situation. He simply stood in the dense forest, frowning at everything before him, and then called for the God-Chosen Champion.

Moget's ears, blessed by the gods with the ability to understand the language of living things, heard the complaints of an unknown god amidst the scattered wind.

"My hands and feet are covered in blood, and I'm working very slowly..."

'They need shoes, the distance is too far...'

"You can't even make xx out of some leaves? Okay, I'll think of a way..."

"Aside from praying to the gods, do you know nothing? Do you know anything else? Is your civilization built on praying to the gods and Buddhas?"

'Really? Oh my god.'

"I'm thinking about how I can give you guys something to do, so I can relax a bit..."

The god was talking to the God-chosen Champion. He seemed very distressed and kept saying something with his head down.

What else can a civilization do if it does not pray for God’s mercy?

Even today's Britannia, didn't it gain the support of the gods and become the wings covering the sky today after countless sacrifices and desperate cries?
Even if they seemed to be trying hard and being polite, everyone knew that everything they had was built on blood and sacrifice. Every day, tens of millions of people were dedicated to the gods, and at the same time, a similar number of people were born.

What can be said about that evil empire forged from wriggling flesh and blood?
However, it feels like this god seems a little different.

He was trying to get them to do something different. He was clearly a more powerful god, yet he tried to deny his own divinity and let his subordinates do the work.

Perhaps he was brewing a more serious and terrifying conspiracy. But to Moget, it didn't seem to matter. He simply looked at the huge cone that had already formed before him, and he calmly covered it with another layer of mud.

Moget knew that something seemed to be emerging in this work. It was vague, yet it made people's actions more rational.

They no longer need to sacrifice their lives, but can accomplish such a great feat with their own hands.

And this building used to require the grace of God to create.

"...Perhaps we can replicate it ourselves. There's nothing puzzling about it."

Looking at the huge, rough cave, Moget thought, and covered it with mud. At this moment, a dull roar like rolling logs gradually came from the distance.

At the end of the distant sight, at the edge of the deep blue sea, a layer of black line is gradually emerging.

It's clear that a tropical storm is coming.

(End of this chapter)