179: Chapter 179 A wise person knows when to yield.

"You Rakshasa, you'll die a miserable death..."

Bang!

The deafening gunshot echoed through the wilderness.

Another headless corpse fell stiffly into a pool of blood.

Lu Yuan held his gun and looked at the corpse on the ground, his entire being feeling numb.

This was already the seventh one.

Were these completely brainwashed Indians really not afraid of death?!

He clearly just wanted to ask for some simple information. Why did these fanatics insist on throwing themselves at his bullets one after another?!

Lu Yuan sighed and expressionlessly stepped over the corpse, pointing the dark muzzle of his gun at the next person.

It was Babu, the Dalit who had luckily survived the mining area earlier.

Pressed against his forehead by the muzzle that still smelled of gunpowder, Babu's legs went weak, and he fell to his knees on the ground with a thud.

A warm liquid trickled down his trouser leg.

"I... I..."

"You... you..."

Babu trembled violently, his teeth chattering.

Looking at the corpses of the other Indians around him, a flicker of fanatical impulse had crossed his mind.

He wanted to be like his fellow tribesmen before him, cursing this god-slaying tyrant before proudly embracing death and waiting for the deity's guidance.

However, when the words reached his lips, he simply couldn't utter that vicious curse.

Just like when his good friend Sanjay was beaten to death by the overseer, he didn't even dare to harbor the thought of revenge.

This time, facing the cold muzzle of the gun, the servility in his bones and his fear of death completely overcame his faith.

He chickened out again.

"Answer me."

Lu Yuan looked down at him, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

"What is Indra's Divine Mark? Where can it be found?"

Click.

The crisp mechanical sound of a bullet being chambered sounded exceptionally harsh in the dead silence of the evening.

Hearing this sound, Babu's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

With snot and tears streaming down his face, Babu kowtowed desperately on the ground.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

Lu Yuan snorted coldly, lowering the muzzle slightly.

"Very good. Finally, someone who can communicate normally."

Babu shivered and spoke stutteringly.

"In... in the myths of our Indian Religion..."

"The Divine Mark represents the [Chosen of God]!"

"Any woman marked with the Divine Mark by a god belongs entirely to that god. Mortals must never touch them!"

"Once the time is ripe, they will eventually be guided back to the Divine Realm to become high and mighty [Divine Attendants]!"

After hearing Babu's confession, Lu Yuan's gaze instantly turned icy to the extreme.

So that was it.

No wonder Xia Li suddenly experienced such a violent tearing sensation in her heart when they were about to take the final step.

This damned Divine Mark was actually repelling the touch of other men!

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, suppressing the murderous intent surging wildly in his heart.

He looked coldly at Babu.

"Very good."

"Since you Indians can summon gods, now, summon it for me immediately!"

Lu Yuan no longer had the patience to search slowly. He just wanted to drag that eyeball-covered charlatan down and blast him to smithereens.

Hearing this request, Babu waved his hands in fear and kowtowed frantically.

"Great... Great King, I can't do it..."

"Can't do it?!" Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold, and he raised the muzzle of his gun again.

"Ah! No, no, no! Great King, have mercy..."

"We... we are just the lowliest Dalits. We have no right to contact the gods, let alone summon them!"

"The Brahmin and Kshatriya lords who can summon gods... have all been killed by you!"

"Ah! Yes! The World Center!" Babu said, as if grasping at a final straw.

"The destination of our India is the World Center!"

"Immortal Modi once said that we could see our god there!"

Hearing this and seeing the fear in the coward's eyes—eyes that didn't look like they were lying at all.

Lu Yuan nodded slowly.

Indeed, those high-caste rulers had long since been ground into mincemeat by the Red Wolf Army.

As for that "World Center," even if Babu hadn't mentioned it, they would have gone to investigate it anyway.

"Very good."

Lu Yuan put away his Desert Eagle and waved his hand.

"Lin Zihao, take him down and give him a reward."

When Lin Zihao brought out crates of clear, pure drinking water, soft, sweet bread, and various high-calorie canned meats from the logistics armored vehicle.

Looking at the supplies piled up like a small mountain in front of him.

Babu was so excited he completely froze.

He had never seen so much food in his life!

Let alone after transmigrating to this cruel apocalyptic wasteland.

Lin Zihao patted Babu on the shoulder and grinned.

"One who understands the times is a hero."

"I have high hopes for you."

"Hurry up and put these supplies into your system space. Hide them well and don't let anyone else steal them."

Babu looked up, staring blankly at this group of fully armed, fierce-looking Dragon Kingdom people.

He suddenly felt.

It seemed that these Dragon Kingdom people were actually quite nice...

...

That night.

Inside the Pocket Dimension Villa of the Red Wolf Tank, it was quiet and peaceful.

Xia Li's eyes were tightly closed, and her breathing had completely returned to a steady, long rhythm.

Lu Yuan sat quietly by the bed.

Looking at the woman's tranquil and beautiful sleeping face after she had shed all her cold disguises.

He reached out and couldn't help but gently pinch her delicate, supple cheek.

Feeling the touch on her cheek, Xia Li wrinkled her small nose slightly in her sleep and let out an unconscious murmur.

A faint smile played on the corner of Lu Yuan's mouth.

Afterward.

He slowly withdrew his hand and turned to look out the window at the system-simulated night sky.

In an instant, all the tenderness faded from Lu Yuan's eyes, replaced by endless coldness and chilling brutality.

"Indra..."

Lu Yuan murmured the name softly, his fingers gently tapping the edge of the bed.

"You'd better hurry up and come find me."

"Otherwise..."

The murderous intent in Lu Yuan's eyes surged wildly like something tangible.

"I will personally charge into the World Center and gouge out every single one of your thousands of eyeballs!"