When the two Bronze Gates appeared, Zachary and the others involuntarily dropped to their knees and lowered their heads.
Although the foremen and slaves could not see the Bronze Gates, they could feel the immense pressure emanating from them. It forced them to lie prostrate on the ground, too frightened to move.
In midair, a water pump weighing several tons slowly descended from the gigantic gate and landed atop one of the large wooden carts. Then came another water pump.
Elliot looked at the two brand-new Water Pumps before the altar and said loudly, "Thank you for Your generous gift."
He said those words for Zachary and the others to hear.
A fierce wind swept across the altar, carrying the gold and the wooden box into the Bronze Gate.
The gale vanished, and the Bronze Gate disappeared with it.
Then the imposing figure amid a forest of Sharp Swords appeared in midair. To Zachary and the others, the pressure brought by this figure was even greater. They trembled uncontrollably on the ground, their hearts completely filled with terror and astonishment. A god had truly descended! Everything they had witnessed today had existed only in legends, only in fragmentary records. Did not expect the divine pressure to be so overwhelming! Did not expect a god to be omnipotent—there really were Water Pumps!
The imposing figure said solemnly, "Treat them as human beings!"
Then the immense pressure disappeared. If not for the two additional brand-new Water Pumps, Zachary, the foremen, and the slaves would all have thought that what had just happened was a dream.
Zachary and the others were solemn-eyed, no longer daring to show Elliot the slightest disrespect.
The foremen repeatedly kowtowed to Elliot, shouting honorifics in the local dialect.
The slaves looked at Elliot as though they were seeing