Dragon Tamer-Chapter 850 - 854 The Suffering Believer
Chapter 850: Chapter 854: The Suffering Believer
Chapter 850 -854: The Suffering Believer
A Flowing God, a War Saint, imparting unto himself a cultivation base roughly equivalent to a Divine Dragon General.
Then what if one were to kill a top-ranking True God like Flaunting?
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A starving camel is still larger than a horse. Although Flaunting God is falling further away from the Nine Star God and his divine form is dwindling, he is after all one of the outstanding Star Gods, and a righteous deity through and through.
In Flaunting God Fu Xin’s eyes emerged a hint of killing intent. For some reason, this man in front of him gave Fu Xin a very strange feeling.
Just like a venomous snake in one’s own backyard that hadn’t yet sprouted fangs, luckily he discovered it hiding amongst the grass, otherwise the consequences would have been unthinkable.
This divine intuition made Flaunting God Fu Xin even more determined to crush this man.
Of course, while Flaunting God Fu Xin had only just conceived of this notion, he was unaware that Zhu Minglang, like a refined innkeeper opening a hacker den on a lonely road, had already sized him up for sale by weight when helping him dismount, and depending on his appearance and subsequent attitude, was choosing the slaughtering tool!
“Oh Superior Flaunting God, it’s not easy for someone to meet you. Who’d have thought I’d find you here… Ah, isn’t this the renowned Master Zhu!” A woman surrounded by several moonlit butterflies approached, her presence revitalizing the surrounding seasonally wilted flowers, which slowly began to bloom.
The woman’s fragrance was subtle, yet when mixed with the scent of the blooming flowers, it became intoxicating.
Xiang Shen.
Zhu Minglang didn’t know if it was a coincidence.
But at this moment, Xiang Shen indeed appeared here.
As a True God, her divine name probably ranked around the tenth position. She should have been able to sense the tension between Zhu Minglang and Flaunting God.
Yet she deliberately approached and flirtatiously greeted Flaunting God.
This was still the Xuan Ge Temple Area, and Flaunting God, even if he wanted to make a move against Zhu Minglang, was not likely to do it here. Hence, Flaunting God managed to squeeze out a smile on his grim face and exchanged a few words with Xiang Shen.
Zhu Minglang also knew that the grudge with Flaunting God was now set in stone, so he too made his way to sharpen his butcher knife at his own hacker inn.
What troubled Zhu Minglang was not how to deal with Flaunting, but how to bury him without Xuan Ge God noticing.
With his current strength, he probably couldn’t withstand the onslaught of the entire Tianshu Leader Alliance, right?
Xuan Ge was now overseeing the Tian Shu God Domain in place of Hua Chou, and it was best to avoid his clutches as much as possible.
“Think it over for three days. If you bring your arms within three days, Our God might still forgive you, this ignorant commoner.” Pang Wolf’s bulky face trembled, smiling arrogantly.
This Great Sky Son, obviously accustomed to rampant tyranny in Tianshu.
…
Back in his Xia Mountain Semi-Court.
Zhu Minglang saw Nan Lingsha sitting quietly in the courtyard.
She faced the direction where the mountain’s gentle slope descended, below which lay a few towns, some opulent mansions, some temples…
Rarely seen without a book or practicing her art of Star Painting.
“Flaunting God has set his sights on me,” Zhu Minglang walked over to Nan Lingsha and likewise sat quietly next to her.
Nan Lingsha didn’t respond, but she was probably listening.
“I’ve done a lot of investigation along the way. Flaunting God seems not to have a fixed God Country of his own, and the Heavenly Peaks under his command are scattered in different territories of Tianshu. The territories they govern are not very large, yet they buy a large number of slaves every year, taking away a great deal of hard labor from the common people. So who exactly are they serving?” Zhu Minglang expressed his puzzlement.
After eradicating Black Heaven Peak and Hongtian Peak, Zhu Minglang was virtually in opposition to Flaunting.
Thereafter, Zhu Minglang also visited some of the territories under Flaunting Heaven Peak’s jurisdiction and found their actions very odd.
Those few Daoist temples of theirs – why would they need so many slave laborers?
“You should take a look at Huachou Divine Nation,” Nan Lingsha finally spoke.
“I don’t follow.”
“There, every ten miles there is a Buddha Pagoda, every hundred miles a gilded temple. Anything associated with the faith in Hua Chou is extravagantly resplendent. Yet on the golden Worship Boulevard where the devout walk, the number starving and freezing to death is countless,” Nan Lingsha said.
“This… I’ve somewhat heard of this scene,” Zhu Minglang admitted having heard of such a spectacle.
“I’ve painted some scenes; you can see for yourself,” Nan Lingsha said, and extended her hand.
In her hand appeared a scroll of paintings that, endowed with Spiritual Power, began to float on their own and presented themselves one by one for Zhu Minglang to view.
The first painting was of an immensely grand Heavenly Pagoda, standing on a vast expanse of golden land.
The Heavenly Pagoda was made up of countless layers of jade buildings and golden palaces, as if temples of sanctity embedded in cliffs were piled on top of one another, utterly awe-inspiring.
And on the vast golden land were thirty-three grand boulevards. Most towns, Daoist temples, and temples were built along these thirty-three roads. Even the deserted wilderness without towns or temples still bore clear traces of these boulevards, because there was a Buddha Pagoda every ten miles, a golden temple every hundred miles…
Thirty-three Worship Boulevards stretch out towards the various domains of Tian Shu.
And along these thirty-three boulevards, streams of worshippers heading for Hua Chou’s Heavenly Tower never ceased.
Most of these people were part of a massive suffering army, either displaced from their hometowns, homeless, or those heavily burdened with sins and shackled in chains and thorns…
Those who built Buddha Pagodas and constructed golden temples were among these multitudes plagued with hardships; driven onto these boulevards, they walked endlessly, toiled ceaselessly, walked endlessly, toiled ceaselessly.
In Nan Lingsha’s painting, each of the thousands of figures seemed to be living in the present moment. Seeing their numb expressions and zombie-like footsteps, Zhu Minglang could feel how immense their inner pain was. Yet, ironically, someone was always whispering a belief into their ears, claiming that once they reached the Heavenly Tower and worshipped Hua Chou, everything would change!
Hardly anyone questioned it.
Numb from suffering, they blindly trusted and worshipped on the Continent of Worship. They prostrated themselves three times and kowtowed nine times in front of Buddha Pagodas and golden temples, not ceasing their pilgrimage. On this Worship Boulevard, missing even one meant that even if they reached Hua Chou’s Heavenly Tower, they would not be recognized by the gods…
It was precisely on this boulevard, akin to a path of servitude for the masses, that large numbers of Bell Corpse Eagles took up residence.
These Bell Corpse Eagles fed on the dead—those who had died from exhaustion, starvation, or illness.
But suddenly, within one scene, Zhu Minglang saw Saint Hua Chong.
Hua Chong was speaking, and Zhu Minglang could even hear the voice within the painting.
“These Bell Eagles are Our God’s pets. If you wish to be saved by Our God and to rid yourselves of your sinful lives, let the Bell Eagles consume your sins…” Hua Chong was fabricating a belief, trying to please Hua Chou.
Thus, a large number of Bell Corpse Eagles settled on the Worship Boulevards, watching over those who collapsed from exhaustion or were sunstruck. They were no longer satisfied with eating the bones of the dead by the wayside; they began hunting the living.
No one came to the rescue; in Nan Lingsha’s painting, there were even people who envied those being torn to shreds by the Bell Eagles, but the ones being devoured were clearly screaming and pleading in agony…
“Flaunting sent a large number of slaves and a suffering army to the Worship Boulevards, to repair those Buddha Pagodas and golden temples…” Finally, Zhu Minglang saw the monastic figure from Flaunting Heaven Peak.
Flaunting Heaven Peak was completely a vassal to the faith of Hua Chou.
They promoted the worship faith throughout the entire Tianshu, telling the suffering masses that just stepping on the Worship Boulevard and reaching Hua Chou’s Heavenly Tower would allow them to become God’s people, receive protection, and though this lifetime might be painful, the next life might make them God’s people or even God’s Descendant…
They incited people to leave their home wells, expanding Hua Chou’s army of beleaguered worshippers, while also capturing masses of abandoned people lacking godly protection, turning them into slaves to be sent to Worship Boulevard!
Faith is supposed to bring hope, supposed to be free.
But Hua Chou’s faith was completely coercive, enslaving.
What’s more terrifying is that this method of selecting believers to become God’s people was absurd and bewildering, tormenting countless bodies and souls!!
“The suffering I painted is but one in a thousand,” Nan Lingsha said to Zhu Minglang.
Yet this one in a thousand already made Zhu Minglang realize the horrifying nature of Hua Chou’s despotic faith!
Hua Chong and Flaunting, to create a spectacle of pilgrimage for Hua Chou’s admiration, came up with so many ways to torment the vast populace…
The Worship Boulevard hardly seemed like a road leading to the kingdom of God’s temple, but more like the Yellow Springs of hell, where bodies and souls were repeatedly destroyed, with only one in ten thousand being able to reach the Heavenly Tower and be acknowledged as God’s people.
They exploited the people’s fear of the night.
They took advantage of people’s desire for protection and their hope to become God’s people, creating such a horrifying scene of enslaved worship.
A god inherently filled with violent blood, once he became the supreme ruler god, his God Territory would undoubtedly be appalling, his people living a life of abject misery, with no dignity whatsoever…
In such a comparison, Xuan Ge indeed seemed to be the True God closest to divinity among Tian Shu’s 33 True Gods.
At least in his Xuange Divine Country, you would rarely see such scenes.
“Ascetic Monks are also born on the Worship Boulevard, usually cultivators trapped in Hua Chou’s faith,” Nan Lingsha explained.
This scene, Nan Lingsha did not paint.
But she had witnessed firsthand how an Ascetic Monk was born.
Their existence was worse than death.
Nan Lingsha had killed all the Ascetic Monks in Mazes City’s floral array; in her eyes, it was more like a release for them.
“I will slaughter both Hua Chong and Flaunting. But there’s always one issue I can’t get around, and that’s Xuan Ge’s Divine Sense,” Zhu Minglang said to Nan Lingsha.
It appears that Hua Chong and the Flaunting God are cut from the same cloth.
Hua Chong had long held suspicions about him.
If Flaunting was also preparing to deal with him, then the two would definitely be in cahoots.
Naturally, on Zhu Minglang’s side, he would have to join hands with Nan Lingsha.
“Once Star Painting wakes up, let her deal with Xuan Ge,” Nan Lingsha said.
