This evil power was divided into three parts by the divine officials during the guidance process.
The first part would fall from the sky upon the barbarian people of the twelve tribes, silently affecting their health until they eventually fell ill with plague.
The second part would follow the earth veins, lurking beneath the ground and triggering earthquakes after brewing for a time.
The final part would enter the mountain forests surrounding the borderlands, awakening the slumbering barbarian beasts within ahead of time and granting them greater strength and more bloodthirsty ferocity.
Plague, earthquakes, Beast Tide.
In the divine officials' expectations, after these three calamities, the destruction of the twelve borderland tribes would be a foregone conclusion.
In recent years, many tribes under the rule of the three great royal capitals had begun making little restless moves.
This was the perfect chance to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, to give them a proper warning.
Such vicious plotting and arrangements clearly left the twelve borderland tribes no path to survival.
From this alone, it was not difficult to see that these lofty divine officials simply did not care whether the lowborn barbarians lived or died.
So long as the gods had need of them, they could be laborers, tools, or even offerings and sacrifices.
Having sent out this evil power, the divine officials were brimming with delight and chatted merrily with one another.
Having completed the task assigned by the gods, they would receive more divine blessings in the future Descent Ceremony.
Aside from their smiling faces, there was not the slightest sign of guilt or burden on them.
Clearly, this was not their first time doing such a thing, nor would it be their last.
To them, today was merely another ordinary ritual of "displaying loyalty" to the