120: Chapter 120 The Tragedy of the Enslaved

Wang Tao, Su Xue, Hu Rong, Fang Yuan, and the others around them looked at the standardized equipment worn by the adult's Believers, their envy undisguised.

Just from the appearance and spiritual power fluctuations of those Magical Artifacts, everyone knew that these things were at least at the Medium Grade Magical Artifact level!

Maybe even High Grade Magical Artifacts!

Top Grade Magical Artifacts are unlikely; after all, High Grade Magical Artifacts can already perfectly unleash the full strength of the Mortal Realm Believers.

Anything higher would not only provide no benefit but would even become a burden.

At this moment, everyone also released their own Believers. Under Lin Xiao's obscenely wealthy supply, their thousand core Believers were all equipped with sets of Low Grade Magical Artifacts.

As for the remaining nine thousand Believers, they were all equipped with the best of the Mortal Realm: Mysterious Iron sets!

The thousand core Believers had small cloth bags tied to their waists. Of course, they could not afford Storage Pouches yet.

Inside these ordinary cloth bags were stored large quantities of various Medicinal Pills and Talismans. Among them, there was even a small Low Grade Magical Artifact Puppet (Qi Refining Great Perfection Realm)!

Originally, they thought their own Believers' equipment was already luxurious enough, but now, even without knowing what equipment was inside the Storage Pouches at the adult's Believers' waists...

They still felt the gap. Everyone had one thought in their hearts: It has to be the adult; such a luxurious configuration, and he starts with ten thousand sets.

The Believers of Wang Tao and the other subordinates walked in the front, back, left, and right positions, protecting Lin Xiao's Believers in the center of the formation.

In the center of Lin Xiao's ten thousand Believers were the group of Divine Beings. With over a hundred thousand second and third-tier Believers marching, the speed was not slow.

Not long after, their team encountered an army of hundreds of thousands of Wolf Demons. Compared to their neatly equipped and disciplined appearance...

The hundreds of thousands of Wolf Demons on the opposite side were like a mob, the entire formation in complete disarray. Upon seeing them, they swarmed over in a rush.

Some Wolf Demons who accidentally fell after being shoved by companions behind them were trampled into a pulp of flesh by their companions before they could even stand up.

Unlike the Human Race, which likes to rely on tools, the Believers of alien gods believe more in their own bodies and claws.

Of course, this was what was taught in class.

Lin Xiao still remembered Teacher Tong Qian's disdain for this standard lesson plan. She had re-explained it in a teasing tone.

"It's not that alien races don't like to rely on equipment; they aren't brainless. Naturally, they know the difference between having equipment and not having it. As for why most of their Believers don't wear equipment?"

"On one hand, it's because they are poor, just like the other students in our class. A set of Mortal Iron-grade equipment costs a few hundred faith points at the cheapest, and more expensive ones can even exceed a thousand."

"Most Divine Beings simply can't afford it. Plus, alien races are indeed stronger than our Human Race in terms of physical training."

"This makes their Believers' claws and teeth indeed much stronger than ordinary Mortal Realm equipment. Since that's the case, they naturally aren't willing to waste these faith points."

"Besides being poor, the main reason is that their equipment is hard to fit. The Pig Clan, Wolf Clan, Bear Clan, and other such alien races have bodies that are too different from each other."

"If they want equipment, it has to be custom-made. And within these alien races, secondary professions like Artifact Refiners are completely looked down upon as the bottom rung."

"Everyone looks down on secondary professions, which makes it very difficult for secondary professions within alien races to develop well."

"Over time, if these alien races want equipment, they either buy it from Human Race forces they are on good terms with, or they just rely on robbing. But our Human Race's equipment can generally only be barely used by their Believers who have reached the Qi Refining Realm."

"Other Mortal Realm Believers, who haven't evolved hands and feet, still find it hard to use. It is precisely because of these two reasons that the Mortal Realm Believers of alien races are basically naked."

Just as Teacher Tong Qian said, the Wolf Demons encountered at this moment, except for the dozen or so Spirit Rank Wolf Demons in the rear wearing some miscellaneous gear...

The Mortal Realm Wolf Demons were all charging naked.

Facing enemies several times their number, there was not a trace of panic on Lin Xiao's face. On the contrary, he looked interested. Within a dozen breaths, the two sides collided fiercely.

Facing Believers who were at least second-tier in strength and fully armed, the Wolf Demons were like fragile eggs smashing against a hard rock.

Just one collision, and over ten thousand Believers on the Wolf Demon side died. Tens of thousands of Wolf Demons caught in the aftermath suffered significant injuries.

Just from this one blow, the Wolf Demons realized the gap in strength between the two sides. Unfortunately, by this time, it was too late to run.

The dozen or so Qi Refining Realm Wolf Demons in the rear let out a long howl. The Wolf Demons, who were initially somewhat fearful due to this collision, instantly had blood-red eyes.

Unfortunately, reality is not a comic. It's not that you can power up just by howling a couple of hot-blooded lines or because your companions did. Under the huge gap in strength and equipment...

The Believers of Fang Yuan and the others were like a hot, sharp knife, cutting back and forth through the Wolf Demons with great fluidity. Every cut resulted in tens of thousands of Wolf Demons falling.

After just a few back-and-forth cuts, the hundreds of thousands of Wolf Demons were at a numerical disadvantage. Watching from the rear, seeing their companions being so ruthlessly slaughtered...

The eyes of those dozen or so Qi Refining Realm Wolf Demons were blood-red. A slightly thinner Wolf Demon moved, about to charge into the battlefield.

A burly-looking leader beside him grabbed him and pinned him firmly to the spot.

"Calm down, Lang Wei! Now is not the time. We need to accumulate more strength. The God Lord is still waiting for us to rescue him!"

The Wolf Demon who was pinned down, named Lang Wei, had his wolf face twisted in anger. He growled in a low voice.

"Not the time, so when is the time? Every few hundred years, the sons of our clan are inexplicably slaughtered by the Human Race once."

"The accumulation of hundreds of years is destroyed in one go. It has been like this for thousands of years! How long do we have to wait? Rather than letting my strength decline as I age, I would rather have a fierce fight while I am still in my prime!"

"Even if I die in the hands of the enemy, it is better than dying of old age in an Immortal Cave!"

Looking at Lang Wei's young face, the burly Wolf Demon pinning him down had his eyes dim. However, he pressed down on the other party even harder.

"We can all understand your feelings; we also walked from your stage to where we are now. But! Understanding does not mean allowing you to act recklessly!"

"Their deaths are to preserve more of our kin. If you provoke these Human Race members because of you, the situation of our kin will be even more difficult, no matter what you think."

"Now, we should leave..."

As alien demigods enslaved by the principal, Lang Wei and these Qi Refining Realm Believers were required to only take action in the core area.

Once they dared to take action in a non-designated area, regardless of the process or result, when this assessment ended, what awaited them would be an extremely severe punishment!

Reduction of resources, purging of core Believers, and the death of more than half of their Mortal Realm Believers because of this.

This is the price of not following the rules!

Their Gray Wolf Clan had not failed to try, but every resistance was met with even harsher punishment.

One time, they seemed to have completely enraged the other party, and the entire clan was even slaughtered to the point of a generation gap. It took a full thousand years to recover.

It was precisely because of that time that they clearly saw their situation. Since then, they tried to start following the rules.

They tried their best not to provoke that terrifying existence. Also because of their "obedience," the last thousand years had been much more "peaceful," and they had barely managed to accumulate over a thousand Spirit Rank kin.

Seeing that everything was developing in a good direction, Lang Tong absolutely would not allow the current situation to be ruined by anyone.

Even if the other person was a Spirit Rank companion, it wouldn't do!

"Go back! Don't make me tell you a third time!"

That hand pinning him down was like a great mountain. No matter how hard Lang Wei struggled, he could not break free from the suppression of that mountain.

In the end, he yielded. He looked at his kin who were about to be slaughtered to the last one. A glimmer of tears appeared in his eyes, his tone low.

"I understand. Let's go back..."

The moment the dozen or so Spirit Rank Wolf Demons turned around, their originally straight backs hunched over. An emotion called sorrow was scattered by the breeze to even further places...