It had been seven days since the last batch of God of Conspiracy's messengers had been captured.
Over those seven days, the human army had continued to advance. To guard against God of Conspiracy, Taifo Nation had massed troops along its borders, forming an almost complete ring around the country.
This had left God of Conspiracy trembling with fear, a chill running down his spine. At last, he couldn't resist sending out another wave of messengers.
This time, though, he didn't dare come in person.
He simply couldn't afford to lose another avatar.
If he got slapped to death again... he'd go insane.
Not far from Great Xia Nation's border.
Countless guns were pointed at this group of cult messengers.
"R-Respected General, we have come bearing my lord's Oracle. We bring a sincere wish for peace, and we are willing to live in peace and friendship with Great Xia Nation..." said Cang Chana, a human Chief Priest of God of Conspiracy. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead as he spoke in halting Chinese, deferentially. He had nearly fallen to his knees.
He didn't feel humiliated in the slightest.
A fanatical believer without reason couldn't become a priest.
As a priest of a god, faith came second. What mattered most was aligning every word and deed with the god's way.
In other words, a priest had to know how to get things done—and do them in a way that suited the god's wishes and saved the god trouble. Only then could he be a priest favored by the god, one who remained in the god's good graces.
Although this Oracle's meaning was rather vague,
he could figure out the purpose this time just by thinking about it for a moment. Wasn't it to sue for peace?
As a high-ranking member of