The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

The bear-man countered with a mysterious smile: "Do you think what you think is right, or what the four of us Great Druids say is right? Do you think your vehement denial can change the essence of the Soul-Suppressing Bun?"

Atilan, disregarding the raging thunder around the bear-man, immediately slid to his knees in front of him and hugged his leg.

"Master, save me!"

Bloodied Fang's lips twitched when he saw this.

"This disciple of yours is quite good. Earlier, in front of so many young people, he could display the excellent temperament of a leader, guiding them in their diligent practice. Now, facing a life-or-death crisis, he can also put aside the pride of a dragon and beg you, his master, for help."

Is that pride? That's shamelessness!

The bear-man was very unhappy. As his disciple, Atilan's every move represented his reputation. Atilan could be shameless, but he still needed face. This sliding kneel was too much.

Not only had Atilan lost face, but the bear-man had also lost his.

If it weren't for the bear-man's victory over his old rival Bloodied Fang in every way, he would have really wanted to hang Atilan up and beat him.

Bloodied Fang continued, saying:

"What we ate were all scraps. The main part was eaten by these vengeful souls. None of these vengeful souls that have absorbed the power of faith can be allowed to escape, and at the same time, to prevent the person plotting against me from becoming suspicious."

"The vengeful souls remaining in my body that haven't been purified must carry some information, releasing some appropriately and eliminating some. As for me, this unlucky fellow, I will be sealed in the forest by you."

"When the mastermind behind the scenes appears to rescue me, he certainly won't give up on me, this predetermined Death Knight. At that time, I'll have to trouble you all to help me capture him."

The Old Rascal sighed with nostalgia:

"Speaking of which, during that concentrated training session, the four of us were assigned to the same group to carry out a mission. At that time…"

The vine woman's face darkened, and she looked at him sharply.

"Stop talking!"

The Old Rascal weakly shrunk his neck. Three hundred years had passed since childhood, and Jaina's personality was still so fierce.

"I wanted to say that the four of us were able to take first place back then. With our current tacit cooperation, even a god's avatar, we might be able to kill!"

The vine woman crossed her arms, her fair, plump spherical fat squeezed into a deep cleavage.

"Stop bragging. Can the four of us defeat a god's avatar? If we really encounter one, will you be responsible for taking the lead?"

"Me? Forget about me. Even if Bloodied Fang is severely injured, I'm still the weakest of the four of us. No matter what, the task of taking the lead won't fall to me, will it?"

Atilan, hugging the bear-man's leg, felt very much like a wingman, no, how did you guys start discussing killing a god's avatar? Could it be that this matter is really that big?

He just made a bun with a little bit of semi-finished faith power, right? Does a god need to send an avatar to kill him? Wait, this god's avatar should be here to capture Bloodied Fang.

"Master, this Soul-Suppressing Bun… will I not be making it in the future?"

The bear-man said with a firm gaze:

"No, you must continue to make it, and you must also guide everyone to contribute more power of faith, at least enough to help Robert advance to Legendary. That way, the four of us working together will really have a chance to fight against a god's avatar."

"Robert's advancement to Legendary, and then all the Soul-Suppressing Buns will be provided to Bloodied Fang, allowing him to quickly restore his original strength. Only his Blade of Death has the possibility of killing a god's avatar."

Atilan looked at the dense white souls crowded on Amethyst Mountain.

"Then what about these souls contaminated with the power of faith? We can't just send them to the River Styx, can we?"

Bloodied Fang flatly refused.

"No, I suspect these vengeful souls were sent from the Underworld. The best way to deal with them now is to send them to a specific area of the Emerald Dream and lock them up."

"Even if they are discovered, they will only think that it is a means prepared by a god plotting against the Emerald Dream, and they won't suspect us. After all, the biggest advantage of the Emerald Dream is that anyone can enter."

"The biggest disadvantage is also that anyone can enter. The sacred place that should have been constantly cultivating talents for nature and making the world more harmonious has been turned into a place to hide filth by those with ulterior motives."

"I suspect that my contamination started in the Emerald Dream."

"Master, what do you think is the best way to maximize the effect of the Soul-Suppressing Bun?"

"Let more Druids understand the story behind the Soul-Suppressing Bun, make the production process more sacred and solemn, preferably with some ritual techniques in it, and finally, you must liven up the atmosphere as much as possible."

"Let them contribute more fanatical emotions to the Soul-Suppressing Bun, which should increase the quantity and quality of the power of faith."

Atilan inadvertently glanced at the thousands of wronged souls purified by the Soul-Suppressing Bun, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master, do you think these wronged souls purified by the Soul-Suppressing Bun count as believers of the Soul-Suppressing Bun? If they can contribute the power of faith, even if their minds are incomplete, the emotional power they can provide is very limited."

"With such a large number, the power of faith they provide may not be worse than the twenty or thirty Druids, big cats and small cats, in the forest, right?"

Using these vengeful souls to provide the power of faith is indeed a path that the four of them, the bear-man and the others, had not envisioned, but recruiting believers to collect the power of faith is a clear declaration to compete on the same stage with the gods.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Once the gods find out, you will surely die!"

Atilan, however, seemed to have figured it out and breathed a long sigh of relief, saying with radiant spirit:

"Whether it's the Druids or this group of souls, what they believe in isn't me, but the Four Divine Mountains and Seas Eight Treasures Soul-Suppressing Bun! We are just stealing the power of faith of this Bun God, so if those gods want to kill to compete for the power of faith…"

"Then let them go kill the Bun God, what does it have to do with us Druids who worship nature?"

The Old Rascal patted Atilan's shoulder with a grin.

"I knew you were full of crooked ideas. I can't wait to see the gods investigate the power of faith, only to find that the god everyone believes in is the expression of eight buns!"

Bloodied Fang also nodded repeatedly. That was indeed the case. If the gods used Greater Prophecy to investigate, the believers they found would only be those eight kinds of buns, not Atilan, the producer.

Of course, if the gods used divine power to conduct a deeper investigation, they would definitely be able to discover the truth behind the Bun God, but with the Bun God in between, it wouldn't be so easy to trace without a direct connection.

Compared to gods, mortals are not immortal and don't have the magical effects brought by divine power, but mortals are not without their merits. Most of the time, gods monitor a material world through avatars.

The bear-man looked at the vine woman and said:

"Jaina, cutting off the connection between the Bun God and us requires your fairy magic. It seems that the first batch of divine power buns will have to be given priority to you."

"Atilan, do you have any opinions?"

"I am very supportive. It is my honor to assist Aunt Jaina!"

Now, the bear-man, the vine woman, the Old Rascal, and Bloodied Fang can all be considered his shields, but of the four shields, the bear-man has the best relationship with him, followed by the vine woman.

He could even bring the bear-man and the vine woman together, and the vine woman's favor for him would exceed the master-disciple relationship between the bear-man and him. After all, he had been constantly trying to get closer to the vine woman since he met her.

With these faith power buns, the vine woman can also enter the realm of Natural Demigod faster, and even become a Level 0 or Level 1 deity in the domains of Nature, Forest, and Fairy, which is not impossible.

If the faith power bun is a strengthening item, Atilan has to choose whether to strengthen himself or one of the four shields, such as the vine woman.

Obviously, strengthening the shield is more profitable at this stage.

Moreover, who knows if there will be any negative effects from absorbing too much of this rough faith power.

Without the divine fire to filter impurities, absorbing too much of this kind of faith power is likely to really turn into the Bun God's substitute, becoming an idiot or a madman.

"I think that even if there is fairy magic to sever the connection, the disguise of the Bun God should be improved a little. How about forming a Flying Bun God Cult around the Bun God?"

"After all, the more perfect the organization, the more confused the god's avatar will be when it discovers the souls of the believers hidden in the semi-divine kingdom of the Bun God in the Emerald Dream."

"It will be more conducive to our concealment. Maybe they will find the Flying Bun God Cult and think it's absurd and not plan to continue investigating?"

After painstakingly thinking that they had found an opponent to compete for the power of faith, the result is some Flying Bun God Cult. If you are a god, you disbanded such a pseudo-god cult, would you be embarrassed to say it?

Others have disbanded a pseudo-god cult disguised as an elf or dwarf god, such as the elf's Sun Goddess or the dwarf's Hill King.

And you?

The Bun God of the Flying Bun God Cult, would you be embarrassed to say it?

Continue to investigate this kind of cult, don't you feel ashamed?

A cult that believes in buns, do you think they can become something?

Although the name is very strange, the four of them agreed after a discussion.

The name Atilan took was really great. Not to mention the gods who deal with countless pseudo-god cults a day, even they are not interested in dealing with this kind of cult.

How does this kind of cult recruit believers? Can believing in the Bun God allow them to eat white buns every day?

"Robert, the task of transforming these souls to make them believe in the Flying Bun God is entrusted to you. Jaina, you are responsible for hiding his existence, and no traces that can be traced by the gods can be left behind."

"Atilan, you go prepare the banquet and prove that you will make the faith power buns they need for their actions tomorrow."

As for the bear-man and Bloodied Fang, the purification has not been completed, and they cannot leave Amethyst Mountain at all.

"No problem, there is a banquet to entertain the Old Rascal tomorrow, which is just right for making Soul-Suppressing Buns. At that time, Old Rascal, you can cooperate with me and let everyone connect the success or failure of the Soul-Suppressing Bun with whether you agree to teach them elemental body tempering."

"No problem!"

The Old Rascal, with his playful heart rising, couldn't wait to serve as the Archbishop of the Flying Bun God Cult. Even if he died, it would be worth it to go crazy like this before death!