Crater pits covered the square, and a gigantic Divine Statue had already collapsed, blasted into a heap of rubble.
A line of five barbarians patrolled the road, speaking in the barbarian tongue. Other than them, there was not a single pedestrian in the street.
Chen Shouyi slipped like a ghost behind a pile of garbage at the corner.
"I heard Warrior Laiba died too."
"What? He was one of the tribe's powerful Beast Soul Warriors!"
"It was the 'bomb' of the human faithless army!"
"These damned lowly races, fit only to be slaves, should all be captured and offered in a blood sacrifice. Their sinful souls should be offered to the great God of Hunting." A tall, burly young barbarian spoke with an agitated expression.
"Keep your voice down. The Chief Priest currently presiding over this parish is human. Do you want to try the punishment of being skinned and having your tendons pulled out?" A barbarian who was clearly the captain admonished him. "Besides, this is the will of the Lord."
"I, Budalu, am not afraid. That sinister human, along with those human priests, must have deceived the great God of Hunting. Humans are merely our slaves—we are the masters who conquered them!" Though he said this, his voice grew quieter, until he was practically muttering.
All the barbarians wore gloomy expressions. Their great Lord seemed to favor humans especially.
In this world, the number of human priests had already far surpassed the number of priests in their tribe.
At that moment, the rumble of fighter jets came rolling through the night sky.
When the patrol captain heard the sound, his expression changed. "Find somewhere concealed and hide, quickly! Don't let them spot us. These 'airplanes' will drop 'bombs'!"
All the barbarians looked tense and hurried toward a nearby