I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

"Li Zhao!"

Li Wu climbed up from the ground, staring in horror at the scene before him.

Then, he saw the "owner" of this foot.

High Priest of Hejian!

"You did well."

The familiar childlike voice of the High Priest rang out, but at this moment it felt like an icy river in the deep winter penetrating Li Wu and Han Zhan’s hearts.

When did the High Priest arrive!

Why did they not notice at all!

With so many warriors of the Jiuli Race sacrificed, why did he not act at all?!

Could it be as Li Zhao said, he considered them as pawns that could be discarded at any time.

In an instant, many thoughts raced through Li Wu’s mind.

But no matter how much he thought, it couldn’t change one fact.

Li Zhao was dead.

This Priest, who was quite talented in management and admired by the whole Chuyun Stockade, was stomped to death by the High Priest of Hejian.

The High Priest of Hejian slowly lifted his right foot.

In the sunken pit of mud lay a bloody, mangled corpse.

It was the companion who had just fought alongside him.

Li Wu’s heart was extraordinarily complicated, but Han Zhan’s gaze was fixed intently on the High Priest of Hejian, watching his next move.

Only to see,

the High Priest extend a hand that covered the sky, scooping up a "handful" of earth from the ground and then pouring it all into his open mouth.

He smacked his lips.

"It does taste like this."

"Really nostalgic."

As this mountainous shadow, towering more than a dozen feet high, spoke, it began to quickly move towards Chuyun Stockade.

The High Priest of Hejian’s mouth still bore traces of blood and bits of flesh.

He wore a naive, innocent smile, which made Han Zhan feel absurd.

What does this mean?

"Almost forgot, there’s still this."

The High Priest of Hejian’s gaze followed the turning of his gigantic head, landing on the dark form restrained by Han Zhan.

He immediately stretched out his right hand, the entire arm suddenly softening into cloud-like vapor, completely absorbing the dark, dense entity.

After completing this, the High Priest belched loudly.

"Move aside."

The High Priest spoke to Han Zhan standing on the walls of Chuyun Stockade.

"High Priest, what do you intend to do?"

"Everyone in Chuyun Stockade ate his flesh, I want to eat them all."

The High Priest’s tone was calm, as if he were stating something utterly ordinary.

He wants to eat people!

And not just any people, but all the citizens of Chuyun Stockade!

Han Zhan thought of Li Zhao, who had already been stomped into pulp and ingested by the High Priest, his heart heavy.

"Move aside!"

There was an added irritation in the High Priest’s tone.

"High Priest, the culprit is already identified, the other people of Chuyun Stockade are innocent."

After contemplating, Han Zhan still spoke up.

Protecting the people of Chuyun Stockade was Li Zhao’s wish before he died, now that he’s gone, someone should fulfill it for him.

Actually, Han Zhan’s impression of Li Zhao wasn’t great, even though he had rather good management abilities, his ideas were too naive.

Championing justice ought to be grounded in personal strength.

Otherwise, it’s merely an illusion, a mirage, just like now.

"Move aside!!"

The gruff voice of the High Priest rang out again, still refusing to spare these common folk.

"High Priest, I know your companion’s death angers you, but there’s no need to vent on ordinary people."

"Anger? What are you talking about."

Leaning down from the clouds, the High Priest lowered his head to peer at Han Zhan standing on the fortress wall.

"Why would I be angry."

"A High Priest died, I must consume his flesh and blood, then nurture a new High Priest to maintain the stability of Chuyun Stockade and fend off the dark invasion."

Consume flesh and blood to nurture life.

When the High Priest spoke these words, Han Zhan was even more shocked.

It’s a peculiar world, a peculiar world... Han Zhan constantly reminded himself.

"The reason I seek his flesh body isn’t to investigate how he died, I merely want to eat him, then nurture a new him."

The High Priest declared, patting his belly.

Thump! Thump!

Layers of soft, fatty meat rolled like waves, making a muffled sound.

Watching this scene, the citizens inside Chuyun Stockade began to tremble with fear.

While Li Zhao was still around, they were full of spirit, using clever tactics to kill a High Priest, brimming with confidence, dismissing everyone else.

Now Li Zhao was dead.

The High Priest of Hejian gave them no chance at all, coupled with the vivid memory of Li Zhao being stomped to death and consumed, fear increasingly occupied their hearts.

This is human nature.

Of course, there were also many citizens of Chuyun Stockade unafraid of death, who swarmed onto the ramparts and cursed at the High Priest.

"You enslave us, force us to reproduce continuously, train us as warriors, then send us to fight."

"When have you considered our feelings as ordinary people?!"

Han Zhan shook his head internally.

Cognitive differences, ideological gaps.

"Noisy." Faced with the questioning of these common people, the High Priest expressionlessly raised his foot again and stomped towards Chuyun Stockade.

His foot was like a mountain, stamping down fiercely, like an entire mountain pressing down, causing despair in people’s hearts.

Li Zhao was stomped to death by this same foot.

If even Li Zhao couldn’t withstand this stomp, let alone those ordinary people.

"Sigh."

Han Zhan let out a sigh.

Rationality told him to follow the rules of the Jiuli Race.

Ordinary people can eat the flesh and blood of High Priests, and High Priests can eat ordinary people, it’s a unique law of Jiuli which shouldn’t be broken.

But surely he couldn’t bear to watch an entire stockade of people being stomped into pulp. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The world can be absurd, but he refused to succumb.

Not being assimilated by this Fruit World was Han Zhan’s last stubbornness.

With this sigh,

a figure suddenly flew up from the ramparts, using its tiny body to collide with the descending "mountain".

Watching this, Li Wu from afar was stunned, his mouth agape.

Han Zhan had gone mad.

That was a High Priest, a Tier Eight High Priest!

Even someone renowned for body tempering like himself, a Jiu Li Priest, had no thoughts of confronting the High Priest head-on.

Han Zhan charging up like this felt like a moth rushing to a flame, an ant trying to stop a cart.

But this action, seemingly akin to an egg smashing itself against a rock, shocked everyone in the next second.

The foot of the High Priest, descending, paused in mid-air!

He did it!

The High Priest only felt as if he had stepped on an incredibly hard pebble.

Pain like a piercing needle swept through him from the soles up.

Overcome by the pain, he had to retract his foot.

"What do you want?"

The High Priest’s emotions were still unruffled as he spoke.

"Spare them."

"A newly born High Priest won’t solve many problems, for managing the stockade, one Priest is enough."

The High Priest was silent for a moment.

"Your success in finding the missing High Priest and defending against the dark invasion is commendable, I could grant you more rewards, but if you insist on saving them, that reward will be void."

Han Zhan nodded without hesitation.

"Deal."