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When the sun passed noon, the neighing sounds of exhausted horses suddenly came from the escaping convoy. Then at least a dozen horses slowed down and were left behind by the large group.

These are the poorer ones among this group of people. What they ride is not the kind of special horses with Warcraft blood that can run thousands of miles, but the horses of ordinary adventurers.

Of course, the horse is also a good horse, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary bad horses. But since it started running at night and has been running until now, no matter how good the horse is, it is exhausted.

The knights on horseback were also exhausted. They looked at the car and horse team that was going away without stopping. They were silent for a while and stopped with a sigh.

"There is nothing we can do." A stronger person in the group said, "We probably have no choice but to escape here."

"What to do next?" asked another person, "Where to go?"

"Is there a big difference in where you go?" The person who spoke before said angrily, "Facing the pursuit of a true god, it's the same wherever you escape."

"Maybe it would be better to escape to the temple." Another person said, "Let's find a temple."

"Even the priests of the temple are running with us, do you think they are stupider than you?" The stronger man sneered and found a relatively flat grassland to lie down, "I figured it out, let's lie down here. He wants to kill me, no matter where I am, at least let me have a rest before I die."

Seeing this, most of the people found a place to sit or lie down.

After escaping for most of the night and half of the day, they already understood that this kind of escape was completely meaningless. When I was running away before, it was just out of a herd mentality, or a selfish thought of "I don't want to be faster than a tiger, I just want to run faster than my companions." Now that I have calmed down, I have naturally figured it out.

That kind of thinking is nothing more than an illusion. Recalling the scene where His Majesty the Mask of the Void arrested people today, there were no rules at all. It was neither who was slow to catch whom, nor who was quick to catch whom. It even had nothing to do with status, personal strength or anything like that. I don’t know what the jellyfish god was. What do you think?

Maybe...it's really just a random grab.

After figuring it out, the power that had been supporting their escape naturally completely dissipated.

Since it doesn't matter whether you run away or not, why bother running away?

"I'm so stupid, really!" A quite old man sighed and said, "Lying peacefully at home waiting for death, at least it would be a little more comfortable. If that were the case, I would still be lying on a soft bed and eating well. I'm full...well, I have that bottle of good wine stored in the cupboard that I don't want to drink. If I had known I should have drank it..."

His words resonated with everyone, and for a while everyone lamented their own stupidity, but sighing was of no use, and they could only sigh.

At this moment, one of the people in the group was suddenly entangled by tentacles that appeared out of thin air. He only had time to scream before disappearing without a trace. After a while, his body, which was still gushing blood with its head and body separated, was thrown on the spot by the reappearing tentacles.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who had spoken. Someone yelled, "Run!"

So they immediately got up, got on their horses, and started running wildly again.

This time they only ran for a short time, and those horses that had not gotten enough rest in the first place, and whose body temperature was so high that they were almost feverish, foamed at the mouth and could no longer run.

And during this period of time, the tentacle appeared again and swept away another person.

No one saw his body, but everyone knew that he was dead.

"The horse can't run anymore, what should I do?"

"The horse can't run, but we can still run!"

"But what's the point of running like this?"

There is no answer to this question, no one can tell.

In fact, there is still meaning. Even just being a little further away from the terrifying jellyfish god can make them feel a little bit more comfortable.

Even though it's just an illusion, even though this distance is completely useless, people who are about to drown should hold on to even a straw.

After running like this for a while, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "I can't die at the hands of a jellyfish!"

He roared like this, pulled out the knife, and swiped the knife across his neck. Blood spurted out immediately, and he fell down softly, looking like he would not survive.

The people who were still running with all their strength stopped, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally their eyes fell on this man who was still spraying blood and had not yet completely expired.

Wiping your neck won't kill you so quickly.

But...it seems to be a solution?

After all, if you commit suicide, at least your soul will not be sent to hell. They are all devout believers of the orc gods. They have worked hard for the gods over the years, and they have worked hard without any merit. They should be taken to the Kingdom of God no matter what.

However, in just a moment, something happened that made them desperate.

A figure wearing a black robe and holding a scythe appeared next to the man who was about to die completely. He swung the scythe across his body.

The sickle did not hurt his body, but it hooked his soul like a hook, dragging his soul out of his body, like a specimen nailed by a needle, unable to move.

The figure in black robe holding a scythe disappeared immediately with his hooked soul. During the whole process, he didn't even look at the people around him.

Even so, the chilly aura he exuded, the cold and solemn aura that made all the evildoers shudder, had clearly told everyone around him his identity.

This was the soul-catching messenger from hell, who was said to catch the souls of the evildoers and escort them to hell before the messengers of the gods.

"How... how is it possible?!" One person shouted out of control, "Is it not possible to even commit suicide?"

"Where is our... our majesty? Shouldn't He... shouldn't He send a messenger to pick us up?" Another person was trembling all over, and even his words were trembling.

This really couldn't be blamed on him. Seeing that whether they were judged and killed or committed suicide, they would eventually go to hell, they were really desperate to the extreme.

I don't know who started it, someone knelt on the ground and prayed in a low voice.

"Lord, I serve, please have mercy on me, take my soul, so that I won't fall into hell."

So everyone followed suit and prayed.

But it was useless.

A moment later, Sui Xiong's tentacles appeared again, swept a man away, took him to the guillotine, stated his crime, and announced his punishment.

Death penalty.

Then, beheading.

The messenger of hell took his soul away.

During the whole process, the orc gods had no reaction at all.

In the "Endless Wilderness", Le Feng, the main god of the orc pantheon, watched this scene happening in the world, shook his head, and sighed deeply.

He knew that this was just the beginning.

It's just the beginning...

"Your Majesty, this won't work!" A god advised, "Even if we don't stop the Void Mask from arresting and executing people, we should at least take back the souls of those who committed suicide."

"Hell's attitude is very tough this time." Lefeng shook his head and said, "Unless we really want to fight them, we can only give in this time."

"But... the souls of believers are our own property!" Another god said angrily, "How can those guys in hell reach into our bowls to grab food!"

"Hell has always announced that all souls should receive fair judgment after death and be responsible for their actions in their lifetime. They have always condemned our behavior of establishing the kingdom of God to take away the souls of believers, which is a destruction of the world order and a rebellion against the great cycle... For this, we have fought several battles..." An old god sighed, "If we don't give in this time, we will definitely have to fight another battle."

"Can I win?" Lefeng looked around and asked.

The gods pondered, and someone whispered: "The guys in Hell will lose their fighting power after leaving the underworld..."

"But I bet that as long as we fight with Hell, the human gods will definitely unite with Hell to attack us." Le Feng said calmly, "In that case, we will definitely lose."

He sighed again and said: "Just bear with it, the future is still long, and the negative impact of this time will be eliminated by time sooner or later. After a hundred years, who will remember this incident?"

The orc gods sighed and looked at each other in silence.

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