They tried to struggle but to no avail, and several leaders were horrified.
They were considered to be top warriors or mages in their own kingdom, but here they were suppressed to the point of being unable to move by mere coercion.
This kind of power has completely exceeded their understanding of mortals!
At this point, no matter how dull you are, you can see that this pastor Oswaldo seems to have arranged this deliberately, and he himself is definitely not simple.
"Oswaldo, why are you doing this?! Are you... are you going to betray our world?!" The leader of the Kingdom Knight group struggled to squeeze these words out of his throat, his tone full of pain and confusion.
Oswaldo seemed to have finished communicating with the unknown existence. Only then did he have the time to turn his head and take a serious look at the leader Knight who was kneeling on the ground.
Hearing his question, Oswaldo showed a weird expression with a hint of amusement.
"Don't get me wrong, I have never betrayed you."
"Then what are you doing now?! Why did you send those troops over to attract that monster?!" Leader Shaman asked sharply.
Oswaldo squatted in front of the leader Knight without any image. His nonchalant look was not at all like the solemn and serious pastor in their impression.
"Don't you understand yet? I have lifted the hint, think about it carefully with your brain." Oswaldo pointed to his temple and said sarcastically, "Do you... really know Oswaldo? In other words, is there really a pastor like Oswaldo in this world?"
All the leaders were stunned subconsciously.
They do have "Oswaldo"'s name, identity, and even some details about participating in the plan in their minds.
But after thinking about it carefully, their expressions became horrified.
Because everyone discovered that this information about Oswaldo seemed to appear in their minds out of thin air, and naturally became common sense.
Apart from these key pieces of information, there is no other information.
His past, his experiences, when and how he joined Coalition... these key points are all vague, no one knows!
It was as if an extra being suddenly appeared while the remaining defeated generals were gathering.
He is such a weird and unexpected guy, and his power is far beyond that of ordinary people. Why did they take him as one of their own and entrust their lives and the Fate of the entire world to him?!
A bone-deep chill crept up their backs.
"But... you can obviously use the power of Sky God!" A priest couldn't help but said, his voice filled with disbelief, "How can you, a priest who is not a god, use the power of a god?! We can definitely tell that that power belongs to the gods of our world!"
"The power of the gods, are you talking about this?" Oswaldo turned to look at the excited priests, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
He thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and something like a transparent glass ball appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand.
In the glass ball, all Native who knelt down saw a shrunken figure beating the wall of the glass ball desperately, making a silent roar, but it had no effect, as if trapped in an indestructible cage.
Seeing this scene, not only the priest, but other leaders and even the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but tremble all over and let out frightened whines.
Although the figure had shrunk very small, they could still recognize it at a glance.
The person they devoutly believe in is exactly the appearance of Sky God!
His statues are scattered throughout the kingdoms of the entire plane. He is one of the twelve great Main Gods in the entire plane, a god that everyone must know since childhood!
Although it has been shrunk, as the essence of a god, the aura of a high-ranking life still allows mortals to recognize his true identity at the first sight.
However, such a powerful, even great, god is now like a toy, sealed in a small glass ball by an unknown being and played with in the palm of his hand?!
"As a small plane, it is indeed worthy of praise to be able to give birth to Level 4 creatures. I heard that your god king seems to have reached Level 5? It is really a good experimental material." Oswaldo played with the glass ball in his hand, his tone was casual, as if he was evaluating an item.
"It's a pity that my hands were too slow and I only managed to catch this Avian-kin..."
Before he could finish his words, a priest had already heard such a mental shock that he couldn't help but let out a scream and hit his head on the ground to death.
Looking at these Native whose spirits and beliefs had completely collapsed, Oswaldo's face did not show any fluctuation, and he just shook his head, as if he was bored by their weakness.
With a wave of his hand, Sky God, which was originally sealed in the transparent sphere, was compressed again, and then the entire sealed sphere separated into an identical sphere.
"Here, this thing has the power of your gods. It should be possible to communicate with a few priests. In the future, we can use this to pass on information to you, and someone will contact you later."
After saying this to himself, he sank his consciousness deep into his heart, and once again said a few words to the Noren Academy and High-Rank Wizard who were on duty outside the plane.
Immediately, his figure slowly twisted in the air, rippling like water waves, and finally disappeared here completely.
In the tent, only the Natives who were kneeling on the ground with miserable faces and deep despair were left, as well as the transparent sphere that fell to the ground and reflected a strange light.
Their world, their gods, and their hopes were completely shattered at this moment.
They finally understood that what they were fighting was not an "enemy" at all, but a terrifying existence from a higher level plane that held power they could not understand.
And their proud revenge plan was just a thorough and carefully designed game from the beginning.
For a long time.
The old man, who was the leader of the former kingdom's Knight group, stood up tremblingly and was silent for a moment before leaning over and picking up the transparent sealing ball.
"You..."
A priest subconsciously wanted to question him, but retreated under the sharp gaze of the other party.
"Are we... really going to listen to them?" a Shaman couldn't help but ask in a tone of voice.
The old Knight leader closed his eyes in pain, his hands could not stop shaking, and his voice was hoarse like rusty iron:
"This is... our world's last hope."
(Updated today, there is another chapter.)