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They actually called the Oracle Envoy a maggot?

Hearing that term, everyone watching the screen froze where they stood.

Yet for some reason, there was no anger in their hearts—only an inexplicable fear...

If someone who was truly revered were called a maggot to their face, countless people would surely rise up in angry rebuttal, perhaps even start fighting or curse back. But the people standing before the screens now could not muster the slightest hint of anger.

They were only afraid.

Afraid that the Blasphemers' words would reach the Oracle Envoys' ears, that the Oracle Envoys would fly into a rage, slaughter them all, and drag them into the consequences as well...

In the end, it was because the Oracle Envoys governed these people mostly through fear and deception.

They called themselves messengers of the gods, using their immense power and status to intimidate others, planting the notion of "supreme and inviolable" deep in everyone's hearts in order to control their thoughts and actions.

Just like tyrants of old: although tyranny could make everyone kneel, how many of them truly revered the tyrant?

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

Tokyo.

Drops of rain fell from the pitch-black night sky.

The raindrops struck the surface of the silver disc and burst into tiny splashes. In the reflection upon the water, four figures flashed across the sky and stepped onto the Pure Land.

Four robes of different colors fluttered in the wind.

The Oracle Envoys had descended.

On the other side of the silver disc, three masked figures stood amid the rain, facing them from afar.

"Maggots?" Calamity of Prison, clad in black, calmly looked at Lin Qiye. "Only those who can be crushed to death with ease are insects... And you three little bugs dare declare war on gods?"