PFC Chapter 394 Epidemic
Chapter 394 Epidemic
After hearing the story from the Isaac brothers, everyone became apprehensive.
Although they were afraid, they also wanted to know how the gods would handle the matter.
"I think I know where this disease came from..."
Facing the many villagers who were filled with expectation but dared not look him in the eye, the white, evil wind chuckled softly.
“This plague is a demon that came from the Kanto Ice Layer. I have fought against it before.”
"He is incredibly powerful; even ordinary gods are no match for him!"
"But I! The incomparable Frostwolf God! With my extraordinary strength, I severely injured him."
"However, he managed to escape in the end, and your disease came from him."
After hearing the Frostwolf God's account, everyone looked panicked. They had never imagined that the cause of this plague was a demon comparable to a god.
No wonder I can't get rid of it!
"What can we do? Gods! Save us! Save us!"
"We want to live, please protect us!"
"We will definitely do our best to serve you from now on!"
After learning about their situation, the crowd could no longer remain calm and immediately began to beg the gods for help, causing a great commotion among them.
"Quiet!!!"
However, at that moment, the wolf-headed priest suddenly roared solemnly, which gradually quieted down the increasingly noisy crowd.
"This is a sacrificial ceremony! The person opposite us is a revered deity, how dare you make such a racket! Do you have no sense of reverence?"
The wolf-headed priest's stern rebuke brought expressions of shame to everyone's faces. They couldn't be blamed; after all, anyone would be agitated in a life-or-death situation.
"Alright, alright, my people, of course I know you're anxious, but..."
"I was injured in my previous battle with that demon, and my strength has been greatly reduced. Even if I encounter that demon again, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat him."
Although the Frostwolf God had no expression, everyone could hear the difficulty in his voice. Seeing this, everyone also looked desperate. If even a powerful god couldn't handle him, how could they possibly defeat him?
Is there nothing I can do but wait for death?
However, just as everyone was silently despairing, the wolf-headed priest suddenly turned around and knelt down abruptly before the Frostwolf God.
"Forgive me, Lord God!"
"This is all the fault of us, the people!"
Ok?
The wolf-headed priest's action shocked and bewildered everyone; no one understood what he meant by those words.
"Oh? Why do you say that?"
The Frostwolf God wore a puzzled expression, whether feigned or not.
"Because we are the children of the gods, we had no idea that the gods had done so much for us behind the scenes!"
"For example, when we fought fiercely against demons, even if we were injured, the gods would not tell us, their subjects, for fear that we would worry. And yet we didn't even notice. We are truly the ones who have committed heinous crimes!"
After hearing the wolf-headed priest's flattering words, everyone had different expressions. Some people wanted to say something, but hesitated for a moment and ultimately remained silent.
boom!
The eerie atmosphere lasted for a while, and then a middle-aged man suddenly kowtowed and shouted, "Gods, please forgive me!"
Some people realized this and, after hesitating for a moment, chose to follow suit.
"Forgive me, Lord God!"
"Forgive me, Lord God!"
"Forgive me, Lord God!"
Soon after, a large number of kowtows rang out around the high platform. Seeing this, even those who had other ideas in their hearts had no choice but to follow suit and kowtow.
Not kowtowing would be a great disrespect to the mysterious man!
The consequences of disrespect...
"Alright, alright! None of this is your fault. It's only right that I fight him to protect you people!"
Seeing everyone kowtowing, the Frostwolf God gave a few insincere responses, little did he know that his mouth was already grinning from ear to ear.
Who doesn't like to be praised?
The blessings from the gods are never enough...
This continued for a while. At the signal of the Frostwolf God, the people slowly stopped kowtowing. Seeing that the opportunity had come, the wolf-headed priest spoke again.
"I think we should do this: since the gods were injured because of us, then we should repay them!"
"For the next period of time, we will collect a large amount of offerings! We will then present them all to the gods as a way of repaying their kindness!"
"And once the master regains his strength, he will surely go and destroy that demon again, and our safety will be guaranteed!"
"It can both eliminate the virus and repay the adults, it's a win-win situation!"
"What do you think?"
The wolf-headed priest looked at the crowd below the stage with a joyful expression, but after he said those words, everyone fell silent.
This sacrifice has already drained them dry. According to the wolf-headed priest, another sacrifice is to be held in a short period of time. Isn't that going to kill them?
But......
Do they have any other choice?
"Wouldn't this... be too much work for you...?"
The Frostwolf God has become hypocritical again, but although he appears to be so on the surface, he is secretly overjoyed.
These guys have been infected by that guy's abilities. Treating them will take a lot of effort, and there's no guarantee they'll survive.
Instead of doing that, it's better to squeeze every last bit of value out of them and improve our own strength. This snowfield is vast; we can easily find a tribe and then we can harvest them for profit.
The wolf-headed priest's suggestion was both effective in draining them dry and in gaining their complete acceptance; this method...
The wolf-headed priest truly understands me!
Hehehe!
With things having come to this point, the villagers had no choice but to accept the wolf-headed priest's suggestion, since they had no other options.
Otherwise, they would only have to wait for the plague to kill them. They didn't want to die, so they could only suffer.
Under the wolf-headed priest's command, everyone quickly sprang into action.
The plague hung like a sword over everyone's heads. To survive, people had to quickly collect offerings and restore their gods' power. Only then could they have any hope of living.
The gods departed, the ritual ended, and everyone returned to their busy work, their faces bearing an even heavier despair than before.
Lin Tian, transformed into a white fox, quietly watched everything from a corner. His eyes flickered, and after the ritual ended, he left the village without looking back.