The unforeseen event had come too suddenly.
Sacrificing their king to an evil god was unthinkable in the eyes of Westeros, but it was a tradition in Pentos.
Why was the Prince of Ragged Clothes, the leader of the Windblown Mercenary Group, called "Prince of Ragged Clothes"?
Was he bragging?
No.
He really was a prince, a prince of Pentos. But he didn't want to be sacrificed like an animal, so he ran to another city the day he was elected as prince.
Today's ritual was a rare event for the preaching team, but for the nobles present, it was an old show that they had watched countless times.
So, they were very calm, thinking that today's ritual would end like the previous ones.
But when Master Qizang shouted "Mighty Dragon of Heaven" and killed their city's guardian in less than 30 seconds, the nobles and trade princes didn't even react.
It wasn't until Arya was slaughtering the crowd and they felt the danger that they began to scream in panic.
"Guards, where are the guards?"
"Bloodfiend Arya has gone mad!"
"Saint Matthew, save us! Your disciple's demonic nature is on a killing spree!"
They screamed in fear.
"Don't be afraid, don't panic!" Master Qizang was surrounded by an "Azure Dragon". He jumped up and crossed 20 meters to return to the altar.
Looking at the corpses lying in pools of blood, the master shouted, "What have you done?!"
"Master Qizang, they are all priests of evil gods, and they were about to attack you!" Arya said blankly.
"How can I not know who they are? With my ability, how can they hurt me? If you kill like this, how will the lords around look at us, at the church? "
Westerners were just that straightforward.
The kind-looking Master Qizang spoke frankly, but the lords on the altar all had twisted expressions, not knowing how to answer.
"Did you save Tyrion?" Varys was more concerned about his friend.
Master Qizang was stunned, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had forgotten about his eldest disciple.
"Lords, it's not that my disciple and I went crazy, nor is it that the Church of Seven wants to interfere with the internal affairs and beliefs of Pentos.
It's just that you're sacrificing to an evil god, and it's burning in the sea below. Everyone can see what it looks like.
How can a crocodile be a good person?
Of course, this is not the reason why we attacked.
Not only did this evildoer fool all of you, he even dragged my eldest disciple into the cesspool when he went to the toilet. I don't know where he is, and I don't even know if he's dead or alive. "
After explaining the reason, Grandmaster Qizang reminded them meaningfully, "Princes and lords, surely you are aware of Tyrion's identity? If he somehow died in the latrine of the Pentos Palace … "
"Dragonstone Island is less than 500 kilometers away from Pentos! He said softly.
"This …" The faces of the Pentos dignitaries turned extremely ugly, and the anger in their eyes gradually turned into worry.
Indeed, Grandmaster Qizang had gone too far by killing their god, and Bloodfiend Arya's slaughter of the priests was even more outrageous. However, they had done so on the premise that the dwarf had died in the scheme of Psy, and had died so miserably.
Out of the hundreds of people present, more than 90% of them didn't know that the Psy they were worshipping was real. They just wanted to find someone to take the blame and anger the civilians.
Of the remaining 10%, 90% had never seen the god they believed in.
Only a few nobles knew the true meaning of blood sacrifice: to use the king's blood to raise the Crocodile God, the God of Earth and Sea.
Therefore, among the Pentos dignitaries, most of them only felt anger and fear towards Grandmaster Qizang and Arya's actions, but not much hatred.
They didn't know about the existence of gods, so naturally they had no feelings. How could they hate a stranger who had died?
They only felt that their authority had been offended and endangered.
However, compared to the anger of the Dragon Queen, being offended was not even worth mentioning.
"Grandmaster, this has nothing to do with us!" Black Jacob, representing the Prince of Trade, said pitifully.
"Hand over Tyrion first. If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse." Qizang frowned.
"This is the first time I've seen this crocodile god. We only knew this afternoon that the missionaries had come to Pentos. We had no chance to participate in this, and we don't even know where Prince Zeon is." Jacob said awkwardly.
"Grandmaster Qizang, you can use divine arts to find him," Hound reminded.
Qizang came to a realization. He slapped his forehead and blamed himself. "I forgot about the divine art Her Majesty taught me."
The so-called divine art was the Giant Lucid Locator Technique version 2.0. Qizang didn't leave soul fragments in the four land dignitaries, but divine power of faith.
Compared to soul fragments, it was easier to dispel and harder to locate. The further the distance, the less clear one's senses would be. However, it also greatly reduced the side effects.
"Ah, he's not dead yet." A moment later, Qizang opened his eyes in surprise and looked towards the dark sea to the southwest. "He's in the water, surrounded by a foul stench. It's like he's in the sea, but also like he's in a cesspool."
"The cesspool is connected to the sea." Varys immediately said.
"Wuneng, stay here and comfort the princes for me. I'll go save Tyrion." Qizang said in a low voice. Then, his expression turned serious as he shouted, "Brocade Saint Robe, Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Pomi Mami Coax!"
"Roar!" Two pieces of lapis lazuli on the Brocade Saint Robe that was decorated with jewels shattered, turning into two smaller azure dragons that circled around Qizang's legs.
Whoosh!
Then, Master Qizang was like a rocket launcher, flying into the sky with the sound of howling winds. He drew an arc in the air, flying towards the southwest.
The surrounding Pentos nobles were all stunned. When Qizang disappeared from their sight, they immediately began to discuss excitedly.
"Psyas God above, Saint Matthew can actually fly?"
"W-What sorcery is this?"
"He's an angel. He has wings, so it's not strange that he can fly."
"Did you see the wings?"
"Maybe it's a pair of invisible wings. Anyway, he can fly, and the hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing have seen his angel wings."
"Psyas God, is a mere seven gods cultivator actually this powerful?" Someone said in shock.
"Stop talking about Psyas God. He's in the sea, and he's still smoking. Smell it, he's all burnt," a royal said bitterly.
"This Crocodile God is more than twenty meters long. He's not inferior to the Megalosaurus, right? Psyas God is called the 'God of Earth and Sea', and he really lives up to his name. "
"It's a pity that the god we've worshipped for thousands of years was easily killed by a cultivator from the Church of Seven Gods. He only used one move, 'Holy Mother Palm'."
"Sigh, the difference is too great."
.....
After waiting for only fifteen minutes, Master Qizang returned to the altar with the dwarf.
The dwarf was wearing Tile Steel Armor. He only took off the leather pants under the skirt armor when he was defecating.
At this time, the smoky black armor had been washed clean by the seawater. Between the leather pants and the armor, there was a lot of yellowish-brown flocculants. There were also water droplets of the same color seeping out from the inner lining of the armor. The smell was nauseating.
The dwarf's condition was not good either. The first thing that attracted people's attention was his bulging belly.
He was full.
His expression was blurry. His cheeks were pale, and even a little swollen. Yellowish-Brown liquid and lumps kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth. The smell …
Looking at the fecal water flowing out of the dwarf's mouth, mixed with white and fat maggots and fresh, old feces, the surrounding nobles seemed to empathize with him. They began to retch with ashen faces.
His cashmere leather pants were pushed back to his knees, because the shin armor on his calf had not completely slipped off. This was nothing, only revealing two hairy, white thighs that were frozen.
What was terrifying was the dwarf's penis. It was like a rubber band that had lost its elasticity after being pulled with all its might. Yet, it still had its head half-raised. Its body was covered in bite marks, dripping with blood. It was like a sugarcane that had been chewed by an old man with bad teeth.
The two balls below were swollen like longevity peaches.
They were still dripping with blood.
"He's still alive?" Varys asked softly.
"You and Hound, help him squeeze the feces out of his stomach." Qizang placed the dwarf on the ground.
"Guji —" The fat eunuch stepped on the dwarf's bulging belly. With a bit of force, a fountain of feces gushed out, reaching two to three meters into the air, splashing everywhere. The smell grew thicker and thicker, forcing the nobles who were watching the show to take three steps back.
"What's going on?" Varys asked as he massaged the dwarf's belly.
"When I got there, there were three Evil Gods having sex at the bottom of the sea … They should have been shooting arrows at him." Qizang's expression was awkward. His tone was rather unnatural.
"Sword dance?" Everyone was in an uproar.
"Could it be three female Evil Gods?" Varys was puzzled. "I remember the claws that grabbed my butt. They were hairy and covered in black hair. Their palms were huge. They didn't look human at all."
"Indeed, they didn't look human. I can't be sure if they were male or female. I've never seen monsters like that. They just surrounded Tyrion in a frenzy …" Qizang's eyes flickered. His voice was fleeting. "It's just like how we squeeze orange juice and squeeze the orange petal with all our might, trying to squeeze all the juice out … Tyrion lost quite a bit of blood essence. I don't know what those Evil Gods are trying to do.
Is it because Tyrion's good looks that aroused their lustful desires?
Or are they purely trying to torture him to death in the most humiliating way? Or is there some other reason? "
"Where are they now? Is the palace still safe? "Jacob asked worriedly.
"They're all dead," Grandmaster Qizang said calmly.
"Ah, three Gods, all dead? How long has it been since you left?! "Everyone exclaimed.
Grandmaster Qizang's expression was calm. He wasn't arrogant or humble.
"Grandmaster, why didn't you leave one alive and ask for the reason?" Varys called out.
"I didn't expect them to be so ferocious, yet so weak. I only used one move, 'Holy Mother Divine Palm'. The three Evil Gods combined couldn't even compare to the Crocodile Demon. Their corpses were burned to ashes in a minute," Grandmaster Qizang said in frustration.
Everyone …
Grandmaster Qizang didn't know that Holy Mother Danny had made special adjustments to his' Holy Mother Divine Palm '. He would use his full strength the moment he attacked. His God Power would surge like a tidal wave. If he could kill, he would never injure.
If he couldn't kill with one move, he would unconsciously use a second palm. If he couldn't kill with two palms, his brain would heat up and he would naturally use a third palm.
Every palm also had the dual effects of Spirit Bestowment and God Power Dragon Flame. As long as he didn't die, his opponent would die sooner or later.
"Holy Mother Divine Palm seems to be too destructive. Grandmaster only used two palms to kill four Gods," a member of the Pentos royal family said weakly.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Even Varys was shocked and expressed his agreement.
"No, you're wrong!" Grandmaster Qizang shook his head and said seriously, "The Holy Mother is merciful. The Holy Mother Divine Palm has mercy as its core. Only those who understand the path of mercy can use the Holy Mother Divine Palm.
The martial artists in the world mostly use weapons like sabers, spears, swords, and crossbows. When have you heard of anyone fighting with their bare hands?
No, right?
Because the killing power of the bare hands is the least, the Holy Mother doesn't want to kill too much. That's why the merciful Holy Mother Divine Palm was born. "
When everyone heard this, they felt that it made sense. After all, since ancient times, everyone was used to using weapons. The sharper the weapon, the more destructive the weapon, the better.
The Holy Mother's priest was the first and only martial artist in the world to fight empty-handed.
This was true mercy!
Everyone couldn't help but sigh inwardly. The Holy Mother was already so merciful that she gave up on using weapons. She was just too powerful. Once she attacked, no one could stop her.
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