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"Help~~Help~~ No matter which Highness you are, please save them......"

That thought kept coming, making Si Ming very impatient.

"Would you like to help them?" Si Ming began to think.

With just a slight glance, it already knew that the young people lying down had been poisoned. And when it is determined that they are poisoned, how to solve it, how to make the symptoms worse, and even mutate, and so on, are also emerging at the core of it.

Now if you just want to solve their poisoning problem, it is a very simple thing. There are now at least 20 ways to do this.

“...... But Su Ze said that as long as it wasn't his compatriots or friendly races, he didn't care if they lived or died...... Su Ze said that the more they died, the better......" Si Ming immediately remembered Su Ze's attitude towards the alien race.

"Hey, what are they......? It looks delicious!"

Suddenly, Si Ming felt that the bodies of those poisoned people exuded a special aura. This breath made Si Ming feel a mouth-watering feeling.

Just now, its thinking core was running at high speed for so long, consuming a huge amount of energy. So our Uncle Si Ming is feeling a little hungry now. In its opinion, this smell is a very tasty thing.

"I'm hungry, eat those things first, and then ......" Si Ming obviously felt that if he "ate" those things, it would only be good for those guys, because those toxins were completely produced and supported by this kind of thing.

"If Su Xue is not happy, I will kill them again!" But thinking of Su Ze's attitude, Si Ming also made a supplementary decision.

Si Ming, who had made a decision, briefly identified the direction and flew towards the location of the group of "humans".

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In the place where Si Ming appeared, in a small valley about 100 kilometers to the southeast. There is a group of "humans" who are busy.

It was a makeshift camp with about 300 people, men and women, young and old.

Most of these "humans" are busy installing fences on the outside of the camp, some are setting up traps, deer and other facilities, and the women inside are setting up tents or cooking food.

The common characteristic of these people is that they are all dusty and tired. Their clothes are mostly dirty and tattered, and they look like a group of refugees.

In the middle of the camp, there was already a tent that had been erected first, which was not only taller and larger than the others, but also made of significantly better materials.

At this time, in this tent, there sat several chieftain-like men, whose clothes were not much cleaner than those of the people who worked outside, but the material was obviously much better, and there were ornaments such as gold, silver, and precious stones.

"Lord Baroque, five more young people have been bitten by demonic creatures...... said an old man in a robe with a worried face.

The old man had a wooden staff set with gems in his hand and several rings on his hands. If a mage is here, you'll see that all of this equipment is glowing with arcane aura. Obviously, this is an arcane master of no low rank.

"Hey~~~ Haven't the priests received a response yet?" The Baroque man sitting in the center was a samurai in soft armor.

He looked to be about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance but a military temperament. His eyes were bloodshot, his beard was very messy, and his short hair was messy. I can see that I haven't had a decent rest in a long time.

The old mage shook his head: "No...... Lord Cromwell had been praying for three days with several priests, and still none of His Highness had answered them......"

"What can I do? If there is no response from the gods, these five young men will be finished! they are the best lads I have under me, if ......" said one of the warriors sitting at the bottom of the seat, anxiously.

The old mage comforted: "Luopu, don't worry, we still have one day, maybe there will be a miracle ......" However, looking at his expression, even he himself didn't believe it.

"Tomorrow at noon, it's the last moment. Baroque said with a heavy expression: "Luopu, if Cromwell hasn't received a response at noon tomorrow, you know what to do!Hey~~~"

Luo Pu asked the old mage for help with a painful face, "Is there no other way?" Master Marcos ......

The arcanist named Marcos also looked helpless: "How can there be any other way now? If my magic tower is not destroyed, I can still think of a way to suppress it temporarily, but now, I can't do it." You should know that once infected with demonic energy, it can only be completely cured by divine magic, and arcane can only be suppressed. If they can't expel the demonic energy in their bodies in time, they will be completely demonized when the time comes. At that time, even the magic will not be able to save it!"

Baroque waved his hand with a tired face and said, "Luopu, I know you can't do it." If there is a way, I don't want to use these lads as a last resort, but for the safety of the others, this is the only way!"

"Yes, I see! Lord Baroque! let me do it!" Seeing that the leader had already said this, Luo Pu also knew to bow his head and agree.

Luo Pu suddenly fell to his knees and began to cry. “...... When we escaped from Iron Tree City, there were still more than 2,000 people. Fleeing all the way, people die every day, and there are ...... every day That's all that's left now...... This time it's Bauk them, and next time......"

This samurai was originally a strong-willed person, but when he encountered this kind of thing that slowly dragged him to death, he would inevitably become hysterical.

"Why is no God willing to accept us!!??? why !!??? as long as any of His Highnesses is willing to accept us, I am willing to give all my life and soul!"

The bitterness and despair that Luo Pu had been hiding in his heart were completely triggered by this incident. At this point, the big man was crying like a child.

Baroque shouted, "That's enough! Lopu! What's the use of you doing this? What will the others think if you break down?"

Although Luo Pu stopped crying, he buried his head in the ground and pounded the ground hard.

Baroque wanted to say something, but when he saw him like that, he had to sigh and sit down.

"My lord, I used a mute barrier before, and people outside can't hear it......" Marcos said slowly.

He continued, "...... All His Highnesses have their own realms, and once they exceed theirs, no matter how much they pray, it will be in vain...... Cromwell: they've done their best!"

"And how far is it to the nearest Highness?" asked Baroque.

Marcos shook his head and said, "The nearest one should be His Highness Emmett, but it is at least more than 800 miles away from his realm...... Can't make it to ...... anyway."

Baroque said helplessly: "I hope that His Royal Highness Emmett can accept us this time...... Although this one's reputation is not very good......"

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"Whatever your Highness, if you hear my humble prayers, please grant me divine grace. I would like to give all my faith, and my soul......"

In the open space in the middle of the camp, several priests were praying to the sky under the leadership of the middle-aged man named Cromwell.

"Hey~~~ Still can't you?" After another round of prayers, Cromwell shook his head helplessly.

"My lord, if we continue like this, what will happen to our group?" asked a young priest in a whispered voice with a gloomy face.

Because of the loss of divine magic, these priests who were originally noble were already very unpopular.

Although these priests are priests, they are only pure priests, and they are not as versatile as the priests of the Huaxia Divine System. So once they don't have magic skills, even ordinary people are not as good as them.

Along the way, they were all regarded by others as idle food, and if it weren't for the chief Baroque man, these priests would have been driven out to work as coolies, if not by the refugees. With the physical fitness of these priests, if they had to do coolies, there might not be any left.

Cromwell's face was also gloomy, and he knew the current situation very well. If a god can't be contacted yet, then maybe even the Baroque Lord won't be able to keep them, at most he can keep himself.

Moreover, he also knew that everyone's current destination was the territory of His Highness Emmett, but His Highness's reputation was not very good. Even if they go to the ground, whether their own group of priests can be recognized is still two words.

It is relatively easy for ordinary believers to convert. But the clergy are different, and it doesn't mean that they can change if they want to. Because the nature of each deity is different, the requirements for their own priesthood are different. In order to receive more faith, the gods will naturally transform themselves according to their own essence for these priests who serve as a link between believers and gods.

If it is a priest of a god who is similar in nature, it is slightly easier to convert. But if you encounter a god who is different in nature, or even diametrically opposed, then it is very difficult to change, or it cannot be changed at all.

Suddenly, Cromwell was shocked and looked at the sky above in disbelief.

He trembled with excitement and tears welled up in his eyes. Suddenly, he fell to his knees.

“...... What's wrong?, my lord?" the other priests asked. Suddenly, they also stopped talking and quickly knelt down.

Because of a majestic majesty, it suddenly fell from the sky.

"You ...... Who is it? What is this place?" A huge thought came through their brains.

Si Ming floated above them, silently watching these people, and it felt that it should ask what kind of place this was.

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