The Gaze of a God
The stray dog finally found a place to stay, and the wandering Light Elf flocked to it.
In just five days, the team led by Old Man Wujin had expanded to 2,000 people, including many women and children.
The money from selling the supply ship was far from enough; even food was a problem.
The camp was filled with hunger and filth, like a refugee camp, except for the Lu Li statues, which remained spotless.
But even with so many people, the jackals were still insatiable, and King Oke brought his men again.
The dilapidated flying machine descended from the sky, and a group of people jumped down in a chaotic frenzy, grabbing the female elf and tearing off her clothes.
The arena was filled with lewd laughter and screams. Old Man Wujin stepped forward and shouted:
"Stop! This is blasphemy under the watchful eye of the True God!"
"God's gaze?"
King Oke, holding a half-naked female elf, sneered:
"Then tell me, what is the name of the True God? What are the Hadiths?"
"Yes..."
The Old Man Wujin hesitated, not daring to address Lu Li by his name, and even less aware of what Lu Li's "sacred teachings" were.
Oak spat out a mouthful of phlegm and sneered:
"I knew it! You bunch of pointy-eared liars! How could such filthy maggots possibly gain the favor of the True God? It's laughable!"
A group of green-skinned thugs laughed along, while the Light Elf looked at Wujin in panic.
The old man, without changing his expression, said, "Pray, pray to the True God!"
After saying this, he took the lead in reciting a prayer, and the others followed suit, hoping that the Deity would show mercy.
No matter how fervently they pleaded, they received no response whatsoever, and nothing happened.
Oak became increasingly certain that this was a bunch of imposters and fraudsters.
He drew his Energy Cannon from his waist and with a whoosh, blasted an old Light Elf to pieces.
Blood and flesh splattered all over the faces and heads of those nearby, and the prayers immediately became chaotic, only resuming under Wujin's leadership.
Oak grinned maliciously and blew up two more, but they were too old to fetch a good price.
The group of Light Elf, enslaved for years and cowardly, were now so frightened they could barely speak.
Only the Old Man Wujin was still praying to Lu Li:
"Please have compassion for our insignificant suffering, and guide our path with light..."
With no response to his prayers, Oak was completely relieved.
He stepped forward, reached out and gouged out one of the Old Man Wujin's eyeballs, then popped it into his mouth and chewed it.
"It's delicious! The Light Elf slaves are indeed very cost-effective."
With a bloody hole in his face, Wujin remained motionless, praying.
"Please bless your flock trapped in darkness... grant us courage and strength..."
Unconvinced, Oak reached out and gouged out his other eyeball.
With two bloody holes in his head, Wujin's voice trembled:
"My soul belongs to you, and you may do with whatever you desire, for my faith is unwavering."
The old man had witnessed Lu Li's methods firsthand, and his resolve was firm.
He was highly respected, and by setting an example, the Light Elf were inspired and continued to pray.
Oak said with a mocking expression:
"Don't be delusional. That newly ascended Star God is already overwhelmed enough by being an enemy of the Primal Divine Kingdom, so why would he offend Bishén Star for a few slaves?"
After saying that, Oak waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately began to tie people up, and for a moment the cries and wails were deafening.
Oak aimed his Energy Cannon at Wujin and pulled the trigger, ready to kill this worthless old man.
Unaware of anything amiss, Wujin simply murmured, "You protect us with death and destruction, making us strong..."
The muzzle of the Energy Cannon flashed, and an energy bullet was fired, but when it hit Wujin's forehead, it bounced off like a water droplet!
Black light shone from Wujin's body, and countless Dark Matter was gathered together to form the phantom of a three-headed Demon Dragon!
"Blessed! Blessed by the True God!"
Everyone, including Oak, paled!
The Old Man Wujin never wavered in his faith until his death, which satisfied Lu Li, so he returned the power through "Will Power".
It was just a tiny, insignificant thought that easily manipulated Dark Matter.
The Demon Dragon manifested only three 200-meter-long heads, raised its head and roared.
Oak was terrified, and cried out in a trembling voice:
"This is fake, just mental energy! Fire!"
After saying that, he was the first to fire at the Demon Dragon, and a group of his men quickly picked up their Energy Cannon and started firing as well.
Even the dilapidated aircraft they were in turned around and fired a multi-barreled light cannon, unleashing a torrential downpour of energy.
Even battleships would be riddled with holes, but when the water poured on the Demon Dragon, it was as ineffective as water bullets, exploding into pieces.
Unharmed, Wujin Jin stared at the crowd through two bloody holes, and said maniacally:
"Annihilation! Our Lord is the God of Annihilation! The cries and souls of sinners are offered to the great Lord!"
As the words were spoken, the three dragon heads opened their mouths and spewed out streams of pitch-black light.
Oak and his men screamed in agony as they vanished into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
The aircraft melted and exploded like chocolate under high temperature.
The light stream continued its relentless flow, carving a ten-kilometer-long canyon into the ground before finally exhausting its energy and dissipating.
A group of Light Elf stood there dumbfounded for a long time, then surrounded them with expressions of ecstatic joy:
"True God has answered our prayers!"
"Great! Great! We are no longer slaves!"
Everyone was overjoyed, Wujin was also very excited:
"Don't get carried away with your success, quickly pray to the True God! Thank Him for His blessings!"
Since it concerned their future, the group of Light Elf hurriedly did as instructed.
At this moment, the canyon that had been gushed forth from the annihilation was still slowly emitting wisps of smoke.
Such a commotion naturally became known to everyone, and in no time, a large crowd gathered around, watching from a distance.
"Pointy ears... Hey... The Light Elf Elves have truly received a blessing!"
"Elder Wujin is very kind. Should we go and pledge our allegiance to him?"
People at the bottom of society were incredibly envious, while simultaneously harboring their own selfish motives.
However, some of the green-skinned natives, dressed in long robes, looked dissatisfied.
The Bishén Star has its own power base, and even its own Star God.
Showing off one's power without even saying hello will definitely displease the owner.
Lu Li didn't take these messy things to heart, and even helping the Light Elf just now was just a casual thing to do.
The harvest was alright, though.
Suffering makes people grow, and the faith of these Light Elf is extremely pure.
It takes only 2,000 people to accumulate Merit Golden Lotus, which is equivalent to 200 million people, making it perfect for "fertilizing the land".
Lu Li scattered the "Merit Golden Lotus" into the Spiritual Plant, and also poured in the 20 remaining flowers in the Kunlun Mirror.
The Spiritual Plant, as if they had consumed gold, developed at a rate more than 10 times faster.
Lu Li then poured the "ordinary willpower" stored in the Kunlun Mirror over to it, but the effect was only so-so.
Spiritual Plant are not ordinary things after all; ordinary energy only has the effect of normal fertilizer, which is better than nothing.
With the help of his wives, the Spiritual Plant in various places grew well and took only a week to begin to take shape, bringing a touch of green to the planet.
The further improvement of the ecosystem immediately benefits the entire planet, increasing the spiritual energy radiated from the Earth Core by 10%.
This was definitely a significant achievement, but for Lu Li, this kind of meditation was still inefficient... He wanted to go and kill!