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The Sea of ​​Bloody Insects is composed of beetles the size of hunting dogs.

They look like unicorns. Their bodies are covered with an extremely thick layer of fiery red carapace. Their heads have huge horns that reach into the sky and are engraved with complex whorl-like lines.

The front chest plate has ferocious spikes, and the thick, powerful and curved hind limbs support the body. The scarlet compound eyes are hidden deep in the exoskeleton armor, as if looking out from the cracks of an iron chariot.

This swarm of insects controls red chakra, so from a distance, it looks like a rolling sea of ​​blood.

"Block the sea of ​​insects!"

"God, this is too much!"

On the west wall, the soldiers bent their bows and prepared arrows, but were stopped by the commander.

"Put down your bows and arrows, they are of no use to the insect swarm!"

"Dance! Dance!"

Ordinary soldiers were ordered to perform a sacrificial dance, with uniform movements.

The chakra gathered together and instantly transformed a Kshatriya officer into a god, turning into a tall Vajra with a muscular figure.

Suddenly, the outside of the city was filled with muscular men more than ten feet tall, posing in various dance poses.

This is the vajra-subdued demon phase of the yogi, who will receive power from gods and humans, just like living gods.

Of course, they are said to be gods, but this level of godliness is only equivalent to the golden body and longevity monks in the East.

As powerful as Hanuman and Indra, they are only equivalent to the renewal period, so they are also called heavenly beings. And they also devoutly believe in the Three-Phase God, so strictly speaking, only the Three-Phase God in Tianzhu is the true god.

"Chakra Curtain!"

"Mandala Cliff!"

All the Vajras surrounded the city, dancing and dancing, and first used chakra to form a thick curtain to cover the whole city.

Then he summoned the giant mandala rock from the world of gods and humans. It was extremely hard and stretched across the north and south, like the Great Wall, blocking the sea of ​​insects from the west.

These rocks are not ordinary rocks, they are the rocks of an insurmountable cliff in Mandala Mountain. No living being can climb up from the cliff, let alone fly over it.

Similar to the River Styx in Rome, it is a divine terrain.

The Vajras transformed by the mighty Kshatriyas tried their best to surround the sea of ​​insects with these cliffs and rocks.

Not to mention, this insurmountable characteristic is quite effective.

The scarlet beetles crashed and wandered under the cliff, but they couldn't climb over it.

Even if you dig down, you can't get to the bottom of the giant rock. The only accessible places are the sides of the cliff.

In other words, once it is encircled and a basin valley is formed, there is no way out.

"Zha wah wah!"

The blood-red beetles were biting the giant rock crazily. Although the rock was hard, it was not absolutely hard.

Soon, big holes were being eaten everywhere.

"What! Destroyed so quickly?"

The Kshatriyas looked ugly and could only keep calling, frantically repairing and thickening the cliff walls.

The bugs kept gnawing and they kept thickening.

In this way, the sea of ​​insects is still advancing slowly, firmly and tirelessly.

Gradually, some changes occurred in the body. The front jaw chewed the mandala rock as easily as smashing tofu, and the destruction speed increased sharply.

On the other hand, their chakra consumption is huge. If this continues, they will not be able to stop them for long. It is only a matter of time before the sea of ​​insects breaks through the stone wall.

"We can't stop it!"

"The claws of these bugs are so powerful that even the spiritual creatures from heaven have been eaten up and wiped clean."

The Kshatriyas kept reporting on the battle situation, while many Brahmins behind them were still singing, dancing, and praying to the gods.

"It doesn't matter, the gods will take action."

The Tianzhu divine system has unique divine blessings.

A group of Brahmins stood on the city wall, taking advantage of the army's delay in resisting the sea of ​​insects, leading the people in the city to pray, and tried their best to communicate with Brahma, one of the three gods.

"Great Creator, founder of the law, you are an extremely benevolent god, you are a god who responds to requests..."

"Please grant us the ability to fight against these demonic insects, so that our weapons can tear through their tough armor, and our bodies can resist their fangs and claws."

The Brahmins prayed and chants were heard everywhere in the city. Everyone was very pious, even the untouchables joined in.

No matter how miserable life is, the untouchables always believe in the gods, follow the Dharma, and long for happiness in the next life.

Soon, the Brahmin's heart fell into peace, and Brahma's figure lit up.

With four sides, eight ears, eight arms, and eight hands, sitting on the lotus platform, you can vaguely feel that this great god is integrated with the world of heaven and humans.

In an instant, these priests were blessed by Brahma and possessed two great divinities.

All the weapons they hold can hurt those terrifying blood-colored Zerg and absolutely destroy their carapace.

And their bodies can ignore the damage from their fangs and claws, and are immune to the bites of the Bloody Zerg.

"Where are we?" asked a strong, hairy man.

He was the son of Gupta I and the newly succeeded king of Magadha after the death of Gupta.

After his father's death, he inherited the destiny and was named Samudhara.

"Prayers are not enough! Please order everyone to donate half of their property to show their sincerity to Lord Brahma." A Brahmin priest said seriously.

Samudra frowned slightly: "Even the Kshatriyas?"

"Yes, everyone. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that you and your warriors will be blessed." The Brahmin priest said.

Samudra was helpless and immediately ordered everyone to hand over half of all their property.

Including Kshatriyas, they must donate half of their slaves, land, houses, jewelry, food and other financial assets to the Brahmins.

Yes, dedicated to Brahman, this is what the Dharma stipulates...

Brahmins are the highest caste and the spokesperson.

The gods do not need these earthly things, so Brahmins are the collectors and enjoyers of these sacrifices. Buddhism calls them 'purifying altar messengers'.

Dedicating property to Brahman is equivalent to giving to God. It is an act of purifying oneself and increasing merit and piety.

It's like a sacrifice ceremony. The more you give, the more pious you are.

Obtaining characteristic blessings from Brahma requires huge 'piety', and the more powerful the characteristics and the more extensive the functions, the more it requires.

This is rarely something that an individual can provide, so it requires the concerted efforts of everyone to pray.

And this kind of piety can only be manifested in three ways. The first is sacrifice, the second is asceticism, and the third is sincerity.

In this current situation, in order to fight against the sea of ​​bloody insects, they made two very specific blessings.

Of course he wanted to directly wish for "the power to kill all the Zerg in an instant", but the Zerg was too strong, and the piety required for that was probably unimaginable.

And even these two simple blessings are not cheap. At this moment, ordinary sacrifices and fanatical songs and dances are only enough for a small number of Brahmins to obtain characteristics.

In order for the Kshatriya warriors to be blessed, more sacrifices must be made as a price.

"Whether it is a Kshatriya, a Vaishya, a Sudra... you must show your piety to Brahma!"

"In order to defeat the evil bugs, immediately donate 80% of all your property!"

Thirty thousand troops galloped through the city in reverse direction, holding weapons high and rushing into mansions everywhere to shout.

They are the backbone of the Capricorn Kingdom. They are all from the Kshatriya family and have a lot of chakra in their bodies. Their weakest combat power is comparable to the second-rate masters in the Central Plains, and they are as powerful as world-shaking warriors.

However, this level is not enough to fight against the sea of ​​insects. Several such armies have been wiped out before.

But their strength is also extremely strong for most people, and they are responsible for urging people to devote themselves to piety at this moment.

While Yu Yangzi was setting up a stall on the street, an army came and took away all his porcelain on the spot...

"Hey! Don't touch my fish basket, it's my own thing." Yu Yangzi gritted his teeth as he was surrounded by a group of mortals.

This group of people only took away his porcelain, and even took off his clothes. He also had a lot of jewelry on his body, which was also forcibly pulled off.

Even the seemingly ordinary and worthless 'Fairy Fish Basket' was snatched away, but he was very anxious.

"What is your own? You have to donate your property in exchange for the blessing of defeating the demonic insects! Do you want to become a sinner and go to hell?" the Kshatriya warrior shouted angrily.

Yu Yangzi really wanted to slap him into hell.

But now he is pretending to be a mortal, Yan Slave is nearby, and he doesn't dare to expose him.

He could only say in a low voice: "Didn't you donate half of it? Why take so much? I don't have a home, this is all my property, please leave some for me!"

He was holding on to the fish basket and bracelet, which were his most important fairy treasures.

"Eighty percent! You must donate 80% of your property. You can keep this broken fish basket and leave you a set of clothes. The rest must be dedicated to God."

In the end, the army took away his bracelet and other items, and he only kept the fish basket.

Yu Yangzi was so angry that his teeth were itching. The bracelet was his best fairy treasure. It had a Tiangang magical power and an Earthly Evil magical power. The 'transformation' that the perfect transformation now relies on is the ability of the bracelet.

"Damn it... you can just cultivate your magical powers on your own, but you still have to pay for this superficial piety... Fa-rectification, haha, what kind of ancestors would set up such a stupid cultural system? What a ridiculous civilization."

Yu Yangzi was furious. As an immortal, he knew very well how the extraordinary systems of various civilizations were formed.

But in this situation, he could only restrain himself and wait for Zhang Pijiang to arrive.

And the city’s ‘collective dedication’ continues and intensifies.

The Kshatriya army has increased the amount of donation from half to 80%, so that their Kshatriya class can contribute less and the quality of life in the future will not drop too much.

"What? Eighty percent!"

Many people of the Vaishya caste have bitter expressions on their faces. They have a lot of wealth, have various assets in their names, and run various shops and workshops.

The entire kingdom and most of the economic activities are driven by them.

Nowadays, 80% of the income is dedicated to Brahmins, and from now on, most of them will work for Brahmins.

"Yes..." They had to do it even if their hearts were bleeding.

After all, in the face of a great catastrophe, if the sea of ​​insects had not been wiped out, they might have lost everything. On the contrary, if you show piety now, even if you die, you will have great benefits in the next life.

However, 80% is too much. If you don’t live well in this life, won’t the virtues you cultivated in your previous life be in vain?

So when they sorted out their assets, they included all the property belonging to Shudras who were slaves and workers.

"Why? Isn't it 80%?"

Everything in the house and on the bodies of the Sudras was stripped, and they were reduced to extreme poverty.

"Eighty percent is not enough! You must show 100% piety to God Brahma."

"You rely on me to eat, drink, and clothe you. Do you want me to do meritorious deeds on your behalf?"

Be it houses, tools, food or accessories, the Vaishya merchants took away all their property. Moreover, a life-long contract must be signed and transferred to the Brahman.

"We have nothing. Sir, please be merciful and leave me some spices to pray to the gods."

"Yeah, if we can't apply paint on our foreheads and arms, what's the difference between us and the untouchables?"

The Sudras begged, even if they are servants, they still have dignity, that is, they have the qualifications of gods of ceremony.

A family, even if there is no food, must still have red paint on their forehead and body, otherwise they will not be able to communicate with the gods.

This is also the last dignity of Sudra.

"And shoes. If the soles of our feet are dirty, how can we dare to set foot in the temple?"

"Please leave one or two more pieces of clothing. It would be blasphemous to wear half-clothes."

"Yeah, without clothes, I can only kill my wife."

They kept pleading, but the Vaisyas shouted angrily: "Shut up, under the great disaster, you must give everything, how can you bargain!"

"If you need anything, go to Dalits and get it. This is the power given to you by the Dharma."

The Kshatriya army would not go to the untouchable dens at all. They would just walk through the streets to collect sacrifices and hand over the collection of untouchable property to the Vaishyas.

Vaishya now delegates this task to his servants.

Sudra, who had nothing, had no choice but to pick up branches and sticks and rush into the slums brandishing them.

There were untouchables everywhere, and they whipped them with tree branches to drive them out of their dilapidated shacks or semi-burrowed mud houses.

The untouchables were beaten out without a word and driven away like wild dogs.

There was a rag wrapped around his waist, stroking the wound, and it was stuck in the open space like a wooden pole.

They were crowded together, like minions, and they deliberately kept their distance from Shudras to avoid bumping into...

The untouchables had no place to go, so they just watched numbly as the Sudras plundered their meager belongings.

Those can't be called property, they are nothing more than reused scraps picked up, and some handmade things obtained from materials from nature.

The whole city is immersed in this chaos...

No, it's order, a hierarchical order.

Even if everyone is reluctant, they will not complain or resist, but will only pass their dissatisfaction to the lower castes. This in itself is following the dharma.

The Dalits at the bottom are the calmest. They have nothing to begin with and have become accustomed to it.

You are here to suffer in this life. Although it is painful, you must be willing to accept it, so that the next life can be good.

This kind of belief makes most of them feel at ease.

I can't live anymore, I'm going to die.

And in the end, they dedicated everything to Brahman, defeated demons and resisted catastrophes. This was the noblest destination in life and the ending they dreamed of in life.

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p.s: Sorry. I know you are in a hurry, but please don't be in a hurry. I have a lot to explain, but the writing is too slow. Tomorrow won't be so late. I still have two thousand words that I haven't posted yet. Because it's not fun enough, I might as well leave it until tomorrow.