Humans, Demons, Gods

Crystal mine?

Even gods needed people to mine for them? Their lofty image instantly dropped to the level of a heartless coal mine boss.

"Why do they need people to mine in the mountains?" Tang Luo asked.

The divine envoy opened his mouth in pain, but no sound came out.

Hadn't making people mine for the gods been an ongoing practice for countless centuries?

It was just that, as time passed, it became increasingly frequent, and the demanded numbers grew ever larger.

Long ago—no, it should be said only a few decades ago—the gods had merely demanded a continual supply of slaves to be sent into the mines.

The number of slaves had simply kept rising.

The last time the divine envoy came, he had brought the Heavenly God's oracle, conscripting fifty thousand able-bodied young men to mine in the mountains.

Not only had the interval this time been so short, but the number had doubled.

Even with the Kaiyang Dynasty's vast territory, it could not withstand such treatment.

They could grit their teeth and gather enough this time, but what about next time? And the time after that?

Si Zhong had once wanted nothing more than to rise to his feet and shout, "There really isn't a single one left!"

But for now, what had once been enough to make his hair turn white overnight was no longer a problem at all.

He was about to die and relinquish his position anyway. Si Zhong even felt a strange sense of relief.

"Looks like you don't know where that deity lives either?" Tang Luo continued.

The divine envoy shook his head. As a divine envoy, he had no fixed abode. Whenever the Heavenly God needed him, the god would summon him.

"You don't know this, and you don't know that.