When the sun was past noon, the neighing of exhausted horses suddenly rang out from within the group of fleeing carriages and horses. Then, at least a dozen horses slowed down and were left behind by the main group.
They were relatively poor in this group. They did not ride the special horses with the blood of magic beasts that could run for thousands of miles, but the horses of ordinary adventurers.
Of course, the horses were also good horses, absolutely not inferior ones. But they had been running since night, and now, no matter how good they were, they would be exhausted.
The knights on the horses were also exhausted. They looked at the carriages and horses that did not stop to rest. After a moment of silence, they stopped and sighed.
"There is no other way." A strong person in this group said, "We can probably only escape here."
"What next?" Another person asked, "Where to?"
"Does it make a big difference where to go?" The person who spoke before said angrily, "Facing the pursuit of a True God, it doesn't matter where we escape to."
"Maybe it will be better to escape to the temple." Another person said, "Let's find a temple."
"Even the priests of the temple are running with us. Do you think they are more stupid than you?" The strong person sneered and found a relatively flat grassland to lie down. "I have thought it through. Let's lie here. He wants to kill me. It doesn't matter where I am. At least let me have a good rest before I die. "
Seeing this, most of the people also found a place to sit or lie down.
After running for most of the night and half of the day, they had already understood that this kind of escape was meaningless. When they were running before, it was just out of a kind of herd mentality, or a selfish idea of "I don't want to be faster than a tiger, I just want to be faster than my companions." Now that they had calmed down, they naturally thought it through.
That kind of thinking was nothing more than an illusion. Recalling the scene of His Majesty the Void Mask catching people today, he realized that there were no rules at all. It was not about who was slower or who was faster. It was not even about status or personal strength. He did not know what the jellyfish god was thinking.
Maybe … it was really just a random catch.
After thinking it through, the power that had been supporting them to escape naturally completely dissipated.
Since it was the same whether they ran or not, why should they run?
"I'm really stupid, really!" A rather old man sighed. "At least it would be more comfortable to lie down at home and wait for death. If that was the case, I would still be lying on a soft bed, full of food … Uh, I should have drunk the bottle of good wine that I kept in the cabinet … "
His words resonated with everyone. For a moment, everyone lamented their own stupidity. However, lamenting was useless. They could only lament.
Just then, one of the people in the group was suddenly entangled by a tentacle that appeared out of thin air. He only had time to cry out in alarm before he disappeared without a trace. After a while, his decapitated body that was still spurting blood was thrown to the ground by the tentacles that reappeared.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay. No one knew who had spoken first, but someone shouted, "Run!"
Thus, they immediately got up, flipped over their horses, and started galloping again.
This time, after running for a short while, those horses that did not get enough rest and whose body temperatures were so high that they were almost feverish started foaming at the mouth and could no longer run.
During this period of time, the tentacles appeared again and swept away another person.
No one saw his body, but everyone knew that he was dead.
"The horses can't run, what should we do?"
"The horses can't run, but we can still run!"
"But what's the point of running like this?"
There was no answer to this question, and no one could tell.
In fact, there was still a point. Even if it was just a little distance from the horrible jellyfish god, it would make them feel a little better.
Although it was just an illusion, although this distance was completely useless, people who were about to drown had to firmly hold on to even a straw.
After running for a while, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "I can't die in the hands of a jellyfish even if I have to die!"
He roared, pulled out a knife, and slashed his neck. Suddenly, blood spurted out, and his whole body softly fell down. It seemed that he would not survive.
The people who were still running with all their might stopped and looked at each other. Finally, their eyes fell on the person who was still spitting blood and had not completely stopped breathing.
It would not be so quick to slash one's neck.
But … it seemed to be a solution?
After all, if he committed suicide, at least his soul would not be sent to Hell. They were all devout believers of the Orc gods. These years, they had been working hard for the gods. Even if they did not make any contributions, they still worked hard. No matter what, they should be taken to the God's Kingdom.
However, in just a moment, something that made them despair happened.
A figure wearing a black robe and holding a big sickle appeared beside the person who was about to die. He waved the sickle and slashed it across his body.
The sickle did not hurt his body, but like a hook, it hooked his soul and dragged his soul out of his body. Like a specimen pinned by a needle, he could not move.
The figure in the black robe holding the big sickle then disappeared with the hooked soul. During the whole process, he did not even look at the people around him.
Even so, the gloomy cold air that he emitted, the cold and serious aura that made all the evil people's hair stand on end, clearly told the people around him who he was.
This was the Soul Reaper from Hell. According to legend, he would capture the souls of evil people before the messengers of the gods and send them to Hell.
"How … how is that possible?!" One person shouted, "Can't I even commit suicide?"
"What about our … our Majesty? Shouldn't he … shouldn't he send messengers to … to receive us? "Another person was trembling all over. Even his voice was trembling.
This was not his fault. Seeing that whether they were killed by the judgment or committed suicide, they would eventually go to Hell. They were really desperate.
No one knew who started it, but someone knelt on the ground and prayed in a low voice.
"The Lord I serve, please have mercy on me. Take my soul so that I will not fall into Hell."
Therefore, everyone followed suit and prayed as well.
But it was useless.
After a moment, Sui Xiong's tentacles appeared again and swept a person away. He brought him to the guillotine, stated his crime, and announced his punishment.
Death penalty.
Then, beheaded.
The messengers of Hell took his soul away.
During the whole process, the Orc Gods did not react at all.
In the Endless Field, the Orc God System's Lefon watched what was happening in the human world. He shook his head and sighed deeply.
He knew that this was just the beginning.
Just the beginning …
"Your Majesty, we can't go on like this!" A god advised. "Even if we don't stop the Void Mask from capturing and executing people, we should at least take back those souls who committed suicide."
"This time, Hell's attitude is very tough." Lefon shook his head and said, "Unless we really want to fight with them, we can only give in this time."
"But … the souls of our believers are our own property!" Another god said angrily. "How can those guys in Hell put their hands in our bowl and steal our food!"
"Hell has always announced that all souls should receive a fair trial after death and be responsible for what they have done in life. They have always condemned us gods for setting up a God Kingdom to take away the souls of our believers, saying that this is a destruction of the world order and a violation of the Great Circulation … For this reason, we have fought a few wars … "an old god sighed." If we don't give in this time, we will definitely have to fight another war. "
"Can I beat him?" asked Lefon, looking around.
The gods were deep in thought. Someone said in a low voice, "Those guys in Hell, once they leave the Underworld, their combat power will decrease …"
"But I bet that if we fight with Hell, the human gods will definitely unite with Hell and launch a pincer attack on us," Lefon said calmly. "In that case, we will definitely lose."
He sighed again and said, "Just bear with it. The future is still very long. The negative impact this time will sooner or later be eliminated by time. After a hundred years, who will remember this? "
The Orc Gods sighed and looked at each other without saying anything.
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