"I shall obey God's will."
Inside the magnificent temple, standing barefoot atop the God Seat and looking down at the soldiers of the temple prostrated below, ready to set out at his command, Yang Guoping felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
The feeling of being able to accomplish anything with a single command was truly wonderful.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the temple maid who had been waiting nearby. Unable to resist, he deliberately waved his short, thick right hand with an air of authority, as though a god were making a declaration.
But with his clumsy imitation, he looked more like a monkey dressed in a crown, without the slightest trace of sacred dignity.
Still, it did not matter.
Under his commands, these NPCs would regard him as a god no matter what.
Yet without the man noticing, just as several Priests who had been kneeling on the ground were preparing to raise their heads and lead the troops into battle, a flash of horror suddenly passed through their eyes.
In their eyes, a completely naked woman covered in wounds was slowly peeling away from the God Statue like a lump of rotten flesh.
With a barely audible patter, the disheveled woman, her hands and feet seemingly twisted out of shape, silently crawled toward the "god."
At the same time, the middle-aged man, still immersed in thoughts of how he would enjoy the next feast, seemed to sense something unusual.
What are they looking at!?
Why haven't these brainless NPCs left yet?
Amid his confusion, just as the man was about to shout at them and issue a command, a slick, icy sensation suddenly came from behind him.
A deathly pale right hand, its fingernails torn out, was gripping his shoulder tightly like the