121: Chapter 121 Why don't you hurry up and go into battle to kill the enemy?

Outside, the Elders and deacons in the viewing gallery all wore ugly expressions.

"If I'm not mistaken, Fang Yuan that brat's core Believers are wearing full sets of Low Grade Magical Artifacts, right? And the other nine thousand Believers are all equipped in dark iron sets?! Where did this brat get so many faith points?"

"It's more than just the equipment. Haven't you noticed the strength of his Believers? Not a single one is below the Second Rank, and the core Believers are all Third Rank! In years past, anyone with such strength would have been the result of a Family's focused cultivation. But now, all of these brats actually have this level of strength."

"You say that, but that brat surnamed Lin acts as if he doesn't treat divine power points like money. Even if it's just for show for us, he would certainly spend massive resources on these juniors. Compared to the resources he brought out from that Commission Temple, isn't it reasonable that these juniors have their current strength and equipment?"

"If these newly joined brats have such strength, what level must those two commoners who joined earlier have reached? And what about that brat surnamed Lin? I originally thought we were well-prepared, but now it seems that if we want to achieve our goal, there's no telling how much each Family will have to bleed..."

The parents of the students, who were also watching from the outside, were exclaiming and discussing among themselves at this moment.

"Heavens! How can the subordinates Lord Lin recruited be so powerful? Hundreds of thousands of wolf demons, many of which are Second or Third Rank. How are they killing them so easily? Most importantly, none of those Believers have been lost! If my child could be noticed by Lord Lin, could they also become this powerful?"

"Could those Believers all be wearing Hundred-Refined grade equipment? To equip hundreds of thousands of Believers, how many faith points would that take?"

Hearing this exclamation, an older-looking man nearby slowly shook his head.

"Those are definitely not Hundred-Refined grade equipment; they are very likely dark iron grade. As for what those core Believers are wearing, it's estimated they have already reached the Spirit Rank. Didn't you notice? Weren't you wondering just now why they kill the wolf demons so easily? Even some Second or Third Rank wolf demons were killed in one strike—that is the equipment gap."

A slightly gaunt-looking man nearby suddenly slapped himself hard across the face. His face was full of pain and regret.

"My son was in the same class as Lord Lin before! When Lord Lin was recruiting Slave Gods, he originally wanted to go. But in the end, I stopped him... What have I done!"

A student's mother nearby burst into tears.

"Wuu wuu wuu... I, I am the same. The child clearly intended to go secretly, but I insisted on guarding him for several days... It was I who harmed my child, wuu wuu wuu wuu..."

Many parents now also showed expressions of pain and regret. A chance to change their destiny had been missed by them just like that.

The image on the big screen suddenly changed, focusing on another battlefield. One could see Human Race Believers covering the mountains and plains, locked in a fierce battle with endless wolf demons.

A group of descendants from powerful families and major factions stood at the rear of the battlefield. Watching the wolf demons being rapidly slaughtered, each of them had a satisfied smile on their face.

"If you ask me, the Elders and the Family heads are just too cautious. With the current strength and equipment of our Believers, wouldn't challenging that brat surnamed Lin directly be a better way to make him lose face?"

"There's no helping it, that brat is too slippery. He used the name of that crappy temple to win over the county magistrate, the principal, and a group of high-ranking gods. That prevents us from dealing with him directly. However, in the Divine Domain, strength is ultimately king. A Divine Being, relying on a few resources given by his Family, wants to stir up trouble? In a moment, we'll let him know that Anping County is not a place where an outsider like him can run wild!"

"I'm already impatient to see the shocked, desperate, and painful expression on that brat's face. His hard-cultivated Believers being completely wiped out—he will surely be very happy, hahahaha!"

While they had happy smiles on their faces, the Believers in the distance were fighting in a bloodbath. A Second Rank Human Race Believer had just killed a wolf demon of the same rank when a Third Rank wolf demon nearby charged over, braving several heavy blows.

A fluctuation of Internal Energy, nearly material, surged on its front claws, and its claws fiercely tore through the armor defense of this Second Rank Believer. It tore his throat completely open.

A large man in the distance, who resembled the Second Rank Believer, saw this scene, his eyes filled with boundless blood-red. With a roar, his figure quickly charged over. The long sword in his hand fiercely pierced through the already heavily injured Third Rank wolf demon.

"No! Little Four! Damn beast, go to hell!"

With its body pierced, a fierce glint flashed in the Third Rank wolf demon's eyes. Ignoring its fatal wound, it lunged at the Third Rank man holding the sword, carrying the blade with it. It channeled its Internal Energy throughout its claws and sharp teeth, launching a frenzy of biting and clawing at the man.

Unfortunately, this wolf demon was at the end of its rope. The barely mustered Internal Energy could no longer pierce through the protection of the large man's armor, leaving only a few deep claw marks.

"Beast! Go to hell!"

Seeing his son's horrific wound, the large man's face was filled with grief. The long sword in his hand moved like a drifting leaf, slashing down the head of the Third Rank demon wolf with a strike that seemed slow but was actually swift.

Without looking at the wolf demon's corpse, the large man swung his sword to carve out a bloody path. He quickly stepped forward and embraced his son's body, his face filled with grief and despair.

Scenes from before their departure floated before his eyes.

"Dad, my Falling Leaves Rustling Sword Technique has improved a lot. Next time there is a war, I will be able to fight for the Divine Lord too!"

"Dad, your armor is truly majestic. I will work hard to train in the future, striving to have the Divine Lord reward me with a set too!"

"Dad, Dahong and I have agreed. After returning from this Divine War, we will get married. At that time, you must lend me this set of armor to show off."

"Little Four, hold on! Don't you dare fall asleep! Dahong is still waiting for you at home! Dad is going to beg the Divine Lord right now, you will be fine!"

He wiped his face, not letting tears and blood blur his vision. While fighting, the large man retreated toward the rear where the Divine Lord was located.

Little Four was at his dying breath; his shattered throat prevented him from speaking a complete word. He squeezed his father's shoulder hard with his right hand, but as his mouth opened and closed, he could only make ho ho sounds.

Ho ho ho ho, ho ho ho ho ho ho...

(Dad, your child is unfilial and must leave first. Please tell Dahong for me, it is I who have failed her...)

"Little Four, hold on a little longer, Dad is taking you to beg the Divine Lord. You will be fine!"

The wolf demons blocking the way were quickly killed by the large man at any cost; at this moment, he had eyes only for the Divine Lord in the rear.

Just as the large man was fighting in a bloodbath while rushing toward the direction of the Divine Lord, a dozen Supervisors in silver armor blocked his path.

"The Divine Lord has not spoken; how dare you flee the battlefield without permission!"

"Return to the front lines to kill the enemy at once! If you dare to retreat another step, you will be executed without mercy!"

Seeing this, the large man fell to his knees with a thud. He kowtowed to the Supervisors.

"I beg you, Lords Supervisors, my son is seriously injured. He needs help! I implore the Divine Lord to have mercy and save my son!"

Tears mixed with blood blurred the large man's cheeks into a bloody mess. Seeing this, the Supervisors did not show any expression of pity or reluctance. Their tone was cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Return to the front lines to kill the enemy at once! If you dare to retreat another step, you will be executed without mercy!"

"Weapons have no eyes, and life and death are common occurrences for soldiers. Do not act like a child; instead of begging here, you had better fight the enemy bravely. It's just one dead son; when you go back, just have your wife give birth to another."

Listening to the Supervisors' words devoid of any emotion, the large man raised his head. Blood blurred his eyes, making his world appear in a shade of blood-red.

"This lowly one has already had three sons sacrifice themselves for the Divine Lord; I beg you, Lords Supervisors, to look upon this last remaining seedling and consider the loyalty of my entire Family..."

Puchi...

A bright silver spear was thrust into his son's back. The Supervisor flicked and tossed the spear in his hand, and Little Four's corpse was heavily thrown into the battlefield, just like a piece of useless trash...

"Sacrificing oneself for the Divine Lord is the supreme glory! Return to the front lines to kill the enemy at once!"