"All enemies who plunder, kill, and persecute us will suffer divine punishment, die with no place to return, and become wandering ghosts on the earth!"

"Don't resist, be quiet, be quiet...with a sincere heart, pray for God to come."

"When God returns again..."

"We will be reborn! From now on we will become the only masters of the earth!!"

The words fell.

The restless crowd a moment ago gradually calmed down, but under the calm, there was fervor.

The enemy will die miserably.

We will be reborn.

The supreme wind god will protect us!!

And in the distance, the sound of killing that was completely opposite to the atmosphere had arrived.

But when the crazy killer came to the crowd, they were suddenly stunned. They didn't see the fear they should have seen running away, and they didn't hear the cry of resistance.

Everyone remains in the same state.

Silence.

Under a pair of silent eyes, there seems to be something hidden.

That's not fear and hatred.

Instead, it feels like gloating pity.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

The enemy was finally angered by this strange look, and the sharp spearheads made of obsidian instantly pierced the necks of several men, causing blood to splash everywhere.

But even so, no one moved an inch.

On the contrary, the cold gaze is even more penetrating.

"Enough!"

A voice interrupted this smokeless war.

The warrior leader, who was even stronger than his missing teeth, came out: "Witch, stand up and tell the great warriors of the Tushi Tribe, are you willing to surrender?"

The old lady walked out, straightened her rickety body, and looked at each other with the indifferent eyes of the tribesmen: "We! Surrender!!"

The man smiled disdainfully and gave the order: "Bind the men and chop off their hands and feet for the rebels. We will plunder everything they have, including women and children, and bring them back to the Tushi tribe to become our wealth!"

"Picture stone! Picture stone! Picture stone!"

The fanatical shouts were deafening, and they were clearly different from the silent losers.

When everything was looted, countless shelters were knocked down, and the cowhide tents were used as rucksacks to pack all the valuable loot.

The tied men became slaves who carried it all.

The men and women remained silent.

Only the ignorant children cried loudly.

After being driven out and whipped, they left their homes and lined up in a long line up the hillside, allowing the Tushi tribe to ridicule and tease them, trying to provoke them and then kill them wantonly.

Boom——

Thick dark clouds in the distant sky suddenly exploded with thunder.

A young girl exuded a refreshing fragrance, but her face was smeared with dirty mud.

She glanced back.

The rain curtain is like a huge cover, covering the crowd from the distant sky.
Chapter completed!