The original position of the leader of the Pusuote tribe in the Batko Empire was the governor of Pusuote. Originally, this position was used by the first monarch of the Batko Empire, Yep Ima Batko, to limit and centralize power. However, in the later years, it had basically become the responsibility of the leaders of the various tribes.
The original rotation system was changed to a lifelong system and inheritance system. Later, after the collapse of the Batko Empire, the entire Batko area returned to the tribal era. The governor's palace of Pusuote had been rebuilt several times, and it had become like a palace. In other words, the Pusuote clan itself was the royal family of this small kingdom.
Inside the palace, there were a large number of colorful murals on the walls, depicting scenes of gods and sacrifices. At this moment, the leader of the Pusuote tribe was holding a meeting, discussing various matters under the control of the tribe.
Immediately, someone asked about the messenger, "I don't know if you have heard of the messenger of the God of the Desert who has recently appeared?"
Several leaders of other small affiliated tribes and some nobles of the Pusuote clan disagreed. "This is under the management of the temple of the God of the Desert. The divine power and sacrifices belong to them, while the land and population belong to us. This is an agreement that we have signed long ago!"
This place was not part of the area of the Church of Light, so there were basically no miracles or female priests. It also did not have the cohesiveness and influence of the Church of Light. As such, the religions and beliefs here were complicated. Except for the civilians, the upper-class nobles' devotion to their faith was incomparable to that of the Church of Light.
However, many people also expressed their awe. "That is the existence of a real miracle! He is a person with the power of God!"
After a long debate, the leader said, "Let's leave this to the high priest. As for whether or not he is the messenger of the God of the Desert, they will naturally prove it!"
Compared to the governor's palace, the temple of the God of the Desert was much more luxurious and magnificent. The temple was located in the south, and the tall palace and stone pillars were carved with a large number of monsters with animal heads and human bodies. Even in the aisle that led to the inside of the temple, there were rows of kneeling statues up to three meters high.
The magnificent gate inside was inlaid with emeralds and gems. The statue inside the temple was a monster with a human body and snake-like hair. This was the legendary god of the desert. If Lu Zhiyu had come to take a look, he would have found it familiar. This monster looked exactly like the magical beast he had created in the early days, the snake-haired demon.
The Batko area was rich in gold, but after hundreds of years of mining, the easily mined gold was gradually exhausted. However, this tall statue was made entirely of gold. Coupled with the extravagant style of the temple, it could be seen that in order to build this desert temple, a huge amount of manpower, material resources, and money were spent.
Many priests and monks who did not produce and were extremely extravagant would extract a large amount of wealth and taxes from ordinary people every year. These poor people who did not have enough to eat were still willing to give everything they had to the temple, only to be wantonly wasted by the priests.
At that moment, in the lounge of the side hall of the temple, Hatton, the high priest of the desert temple, was furious. The rumors circulating in the city were very bad for the desert temple, but they were even worse for him.
Now that an oracle had come, he was the high priest of the desert temple. His authority and ability to control the sacrifices and explain the will of the gods would be greatly affected. If all the lower classes and nobles in Pusuote believed that the damn liar was the so-called oracle, then what was the point of having him as the high priest of the desert temple?
What made Hatton even angrier was that not only the common people, but also a large number of nobles even believed in the identity of the oracle. Even within the temple of the desert, some priests secretly went to the residence of the oracle to pray and kneel down.
As time went by, various rumors continued to spread in the city, and people became more and more convinced that this was the truth. What would happen if everyone in the city said that this was true?
"Damn liar! I am the spokesperson of the gods, the manager of the human world chosen by the god of the desert. Only I can represent the authority of the gods!"
"That guy is a blasphemer! He was sent by the evil god to divide us!"
Hatton was a fat man that was rarely seen in Batko. His face still had the color of the northern Crete Empire. At this moment, his fat body and thick face seemed to be shaking as he shouted angrily. "You're right!" Hatton shouted angrily.
"We can no longer condone the devils sent by the evil god. We have to let them know that the glory of the god of the desert is inviolable!"
Immediately, a bald priest next to him said, "Then what should we do? The Pusuote clan said that they would not interfere in our affairs. Should we just go and catch the liar? "
Hart, who was on the side, also said, "Yes, such a liar who tarnishes the light of the god of the desert must be buried alive in the sand and let him know that he will suffer the punishment of the god of the desert forever.
You will be punished by the God of the Desert for all eternity, and suffer the pain of the endless purgatory in the Sea of Death. "
Hatton couldn't wait to go there immediately and expose the true face of the damned liar. However, compared to the ordinary people and nobles in Batko, he knew more. There were a large number of supernatural beings in the distant western area of the Church of Light.
What was a transcendent? It was a power that transcended bloodlines and limitations. It was a power that belonged to gods and devils. It was an existence that mortals couldn't fathom or touch. They held power that mortals couldn't imagine. No matter how powerful an ordinary person was, they couldn't possibly hurt them.
Among them, there were saints and priests who belonged to the Church of Light. The most powerful of them was the Divine Saintess who had the blood of God. There were also wizards who had stolen power from the devil. They claimed to have mastered the truth and witchcraft. However, Hatton believed that they had made an evil deal with the devil in exchange for the power of magic, just as the Church of Light had claimed.
Hatton guessed that the liar was probably a wizard from the West, who had mastered evil magic. That was why he did not dare to take the initiative to attack him. Although he claimed to be the spokesman of the gods, Hatton knew that he was just using the name of the god of the desert to deceive people. In the face of such evil and strange magic, Hatton still felt afraid and did not dare to face it head-on.
Hatton thought for a moment, then pulled a few of his most trusted confidants and quietly made a plan. Everyone kept nodding and whispering.
"Just do this. Do you understand?"
"And you, when the time comes, announce this matter so that everyone in Pusuote knows about it."
"Then I will show up and make sure that the liar has no place in Pusuote!"
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