Raise the Pickaxes, Rebel!

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!!"

[A miner was escorted by two knights and pushed onto a high platform.]

[Loku draws his knight's sword and presses it against his neck.]

"If you don't want to die, tell me what you know!"

[The miner's eyes darted around, but he still insisted he knew nothing.]

["Don't know? Listen to your voice now, so full of energy, and your complexion is rosy! You dare say you didn't eat the food that person gave you?!"]

The miner gritted his teeth, finally lowered his head, and remained silent.

["Puff!"]

[Loku swiftly beheaded the man without even blinking, and coldly remarked.]

["Next."]

The miners' blood stained the high platform.

[The people kneeling around had their heads bowed; the atmosphere was oppressive.]

[The next person to be brought up was Old Zhang.]

Old Zhang, completely unfazed, laughed heartily, looking up at the sky.

["Kill! As a Human Race, I've lived to this age, and that's already more than enough! Hahaha!!"]

[Loku held his still-dripping knight's sword to Old Zhang's neck, questioning him in his Yin Qi voice.]

"You'd rather die than betray that person? When did you weak and incompetent Human Race become so courageous?"

Just as Loku was about to swing his sword, one of the kneeling miners stood up.

[It's Chen Two.]

"That's enough! I provided them with the food!"

[As an avatar, Chen Two isn't afraid of death; he can summon it again tomorrow anyway.]

[Intending to observe the situation and provide intelligence to the main body, but seeing that more people were about to die, Chen Two decided to step forward.]

Loku looked Chen Two up and down.

"I should have thought it was you, the one with the colorful destiny, but you have no way of traveling in and out of the mine. Where would you get so much food for them?"

[Chen Er looked carefree, folded his arms in front of his chest, and stood in the shape of the Chinese character "".]

"I conjured it out of thin air!"

"Heh, with your cultivation level as Postnatal Martial Artist, you think you can create something out of thin air? Are you kidding me!"

"Damn! They don't even believe the truth!"

"Then show me how you transform yourself!"

"You think you can just tell me to change and I'll change? Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You... I'll kill you!"

Several knights clad in heavy, barrel-like armor walked towards Chen Two.

[Just then, another person stood up.]

"The food wasn't transformed by him! It was transformed by me!"

[The person who stood up was Liu Ying.]

Liu Ying's body was trembling slightly.

[Loku looked at Liu Ying suspiciously.]

"Then show me how you transform yourself!"

[Liu Ying looked around and stammered.]

["There are too many people, I... I can't conjure one up..."]

[Loku said fiercely.]

"If you can't conjure it up, I'll kill you!"

Before he finished speaking, more miners stood up.

"The food is what I created! It has nothing to do with them! Kill me if you want!"

"It was me who changed! I'm the one you're looking for!"

"I've become!"

"I've become!"

Human Race miners sprang up like mushrooms after rain, rising from their knees!

Old Zhang watched this scene, his heart pounding with emotion.

"The villagers are all wonderful! Without our benefactor's White Porridge, many of us would have starved to death long ago! We absolutely cannot betray him! Our Human Race has already lost too much; we must not lose our integrity too!"

["Pfft!!"]

[Old Zhang's head flew high into the air, blood spurting from the wound on his neck flying several meters high.]

[Loku's eyes were cold as he casually tossed aside the blood-soaked knight's sword.]

"Shut up!"

[After speaking, his gaze swept over the workers who should have been kneeling on the ground, but were now all standing up, glaring at him menacingly.]

"Are you planning a rebellion?!"

No one dared to speak; the fear of the Alien Race was ingrained in their subconscious.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the nearby mine shaft.

["That's right! We're going to rebel!!"]

[Loku turned his head and saw you slowly walking out of the mine.]

He was dumbfounded.

[You were just in front of him, when did you go into the mine?]

He turned his head and found that Chen Two was gone.

[Because Chen Two has already been taken back by you.]

He turned to look at you again and found that your hair had turned golden, and every strand was standing on end!

[In the blink of an eye, you're rushing towards him like a whirlwind.]

["A mere Innate Martial Artist is not worthy of..."]

Before he could finish speaking, your fist had already smashed into his face.

"Huh?!"

[You punched Loku so hard he flew off his feet, knocking out several of his teeth!]

The Sect Protection Knight Order, who followed Loku, had never witnessed such a scene before.

[Do the lowest of Human Race on Fortune Star dare to fight the noblest of the Winged God Race?]

[How dare the miners, whose lives are worse than grass, attack the White-Robed Priest??]

The key point is, he actually sent the person flying!

[You stand on the high platform where Loku just stood, facing all the miners of No. 1 Mine.]

[You picked up two pickaxes from the ground, held them high above your head, and then crossed them together.]

["Fellow villagers! Things have come to this, we're all going to die anyway! Let's fight them to the death!!"]

[In the eyes of these miners, you are no different from a god—able to conjure food out of thin air and to manifest in another form, what else could you be but a god?]

[Your words, as our pillar of support, instantly ignited a flame within everyone's hearts.]

[The miners picked up their pickaxes, and adrenaline began to take over their brains.]

"I'll give it my all!!"

["They make us work but don't even feed us properly! They even harm people who give us food! This is unbearable!!"]

["We've rebelled! We'd rather die than endure the oppression of these Alien Race again!!"]

[The miners are all ordinary people; there are practically no Cultivator. Even those who were once Cultivator have become useless after spending too much time in the mines.]

[Meanwhile, a Sect Protection Knight Order, numbering one hundred, was stationed at No. 1 Mine. They were all Innate Martial Artist or Postnatal Martial Artist, with their leader being a Qi Transformation Realm.]

[And he possesses a full suit of sharp armor, fully armed!]

[The two sides seem to be at a huge disadvantage, but don't forget, this is the Real Realm.]

[The stronger rules of the Real Realm mean that the actual difference in combat power between ordinary people and low-level Cultivator is not as significant as in the Void Realm.]

[The difference between innate and Postnatal Martial Artist, compared to ordinary people, is simply that they have more strength, faster speed, and quicker reflexes.]

[Cultivator at these two levels lack True Qi and cannot even use Divine Pattern in the Real Realm (they can use Divine Pattern in the Void Realm without True Qi, but a specific medium is required).]

[There are a thousand miners at No. 1 Mine. They swarm in, taking advantage of their numbers.]

[The knights, though able to kill those charging at the front with their sharp weapons, were quickly overwhelmed by the many miners trampling over the corpses of their fellow workers.]

The miners pinned the knight down; a group of them working together to take on one.

[First seize their weapons, then strip them of their armor.]

[A knight disarmed is even less able to handle a large number of miners.]

Countless pickaxes smashed down on the knights' heads, leaving them mangled and bloody.

[Only two people could leave the miners helpless.]

[One was Qi Transformation Realm Scale Race Cultivator leading troops, and the other was the White-Robed Priest, Loku.]

[But their opponent is... you, the Toughest Father of Foreign Races!]