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Harbala angered the Great Black God, who then unleashed divine punishment, causing heat spot disease to ravage the grasslands.

The only way to survive this catastrophe is to bring the current Khan to justice.

To enhance their persuasiveness, the Krishna cult propagated the fact that the priests, the loyal servants of Mahakala, would not be punished.

Not a single priest contracted heat rash!

This was indeed true; there was no record of Black Cult priests being infected during the early stages of the heat spot outbreak.

But now...

"Teacher, you can't let me become a sinner for all time!"

Seeing that Bayan had not moved for a long time, Atu opened his eyes, and at this moment, tears were streaming down his face.

"I know I won't live long with this disease; I'll die sooner or later. I might as well do it before the news gets out... For the sake of the church, I'm not afraid to die!"

"Are you sure you're the only one who's infected?"

Bayan said bitterly, "Could it be that there are many priests in the church who share your thoughts and are hiding their illness?"

"This……"

"Atu, do you expect me to kill all the priests of the Black Heaven Cult before the war has even started?!"

Under Atu's shocked gaze, Bayan rolled up his sleeves.

The old man's arms were covered with dense black spots.

"I originally thought I was the only one who was infected, but now it seems that's not the case."

Bayan sighed, "If we cannot quickly subdue Harbala and obtain God's forgiveness, the entire grassland will likely be turned into a dead zone under our Lord's wrath!"

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"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Intermittent whipping sounds rang out as Tana galloped wildly across the grassland.

At this moment, the saintess had long since abandoned all pretense of composure, and her face was filled with indescribable sorrow.

After escaping the pursuit of the Kheshig army, Tana first visited some of the chieftains of the major tribes who were willing to send troops to consolidate the alliance.

However, she never expected that at this time, heat rash would break out on a large scale again!

The elderly, children, women, youth, warriors, witch doctors, tribal chiefs...

Even the priests stationed in the tribe.

Countless people fell overnight, and a wave of fear swept across the entire grassland!

"My lord, please give Tana a little more time."

"We are about to go to war with the traitors, please give the grasslands a little more time!"

Helplessness, fear, and anger surged within Tana, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

What is the significance of strategic alliances?

Under God's wrath, it's likely that in a few days we won't even be able to find a single warrior to fight!

Harbala's death is no loss, but the people of the grasslands are innocent!

Tana rode her horse past an old man in tattered clothes, and she vaguely heard him muttering to himself.

"I don't believe it. I won't believe it until the very last moment."

"My lord, please have mercy... have mercy..."

Tana felt a lump in her throat and bit her lip hard.

Hurry, hurry back to church!

We need to find a solution, we need to get everyone together to come up with one!

There must be a way, I'm sure I can find a way!

After riding for an unknown amount of time, Tana finally saw the familiar scenery in the distance.

A look of joy appeared on her face, but just then, she heard a mournful neigh from the horse.

No matter how fine a steed is, it will eventually give out after running wildly for a few days without food or water.

"cough"

After falling off her horse and rolling several times on the ground, Tana struggled to her feet.

She wiped her face, and her hands were covered in blood.

"what!"

Tana's gaze froze when she inadvertently noticed something on the back of her hand.

That was clearly a black spot!

Section 265, Chapter 264: The Flower of Death

Tana took a few steps forward, her face pale, her eyes vacant, and she seemed to hear some kind of sound in a daze.

Hehehehe

At times like this, who is laughing?

"Ha ha ha ha"

It's so noisy, where is that sound coming from?

"huhuhuhu"

Tana stopped in her tracks, closed her eyes, and listened intently.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

So that's how it is.

The laughter didn't come from anywhere else, but from within his own body.

"Your Holiness."

"Saintess!"

"Lady Tana!"

"Ok?"

Tana snapped out of her daze and looked around.

"So, I've already come back."

"Your Holiness, what are you saying? Please think of something!"

"Everyone, everyone is about to die."

"..."

Tana shook her head; finally, she could no longer hear those damn laughs.

"The situation is urgent; gather everyone here."

"Your Holiness, everyone, everyone is here," a white-bearded priest said with tears in his eyes.

“Bayan, could it be, could it be…” Tana’s voice trembled.

"Your Holiness, things haven't gotten to the worst yet; no one in the church has died."

Bayan said hoarsely, "However, it won't be much different now. If the condition continues to worsen..."

Tana remained silent, looking at the few priests around her, who all had dark spots on their bodies.

In other words—did no one survive?

"Holy Maiden, you...you haven't been infected, have you?" Bayan asked, clinging to his last hope.

Tana didn't speak; she silently raised the back of her hand.

"How could this happen!"

"Even the Holy Maiden..."

"It's over, it's all over."

The surrounding priests were immediately deflated, and some even burst into tears on the spot.

Tana wiped her eyes; her eyes were red.

“Bayan, who is the sickest person in the church? Take me to see him.”

"Your Holiness, please come with me."

Bayan dragged his heavy steps and led Tana to a nearby tent.

"Atu, Atu, wake up! The Holy Maiden has come to see you." He gently patted his disciple's cheek.

"Black? No, I won't listen."

"I won't listen, keep arguing, keep arguing!"

"Atu, Atu," Bayan called out a few more times, but the man only mumbled some incoherent words and showed no intention of opening his eyes.

“Alas, Atu, I’m afraid…” The words of dejection had barely left his mouth when Bayan’s pupils suddenly contracted.

The black spots on Atu's body slowly began to wriggle, and they gathered in one place with great purpose, and that place was none other than his heart!

Atu's voice gradually faded, and soon he fell silent.

"He...he's gone," Bayan announced sadly, announcing the death of his disciple.

Tana stared at the dark spot on Atu's heart. If that was the case, things weren't over yet.

Sure enough, under her gaze, something emerged from the man's heart.

That was a black flower?