Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 29 Chaos Inside the Temple

"Esteemed benefactors, the Buddha cherishes all life. Although you believe in other gods..."

"Old ghost, I don't believe in God." Zhuo Er interrupted without giving any face.

The abbot ignored her and continued reading, which made Huizhen, who was watching the show from the side, want to burst out laughing.

"...Your sins are too great, and you should be cast into the eighteenth level of hell. But out of compassion, Buddha is still willing to give you a chance..."

"Then why don't you let me finish the five matches of Abyss Hell? Anyway, I'm almost done for. I'm really curious to see what will happen after the five matches." Zhuo Er chuckled and continued to mock.

The repeated provocations finally angered the old dog-headed man on the high platform.

The old abbot stopped talking nonsense, and with a flick of his wrist, a dazzling golden light spell came crashing down.

"You ugly things that are neither human nor lizard, you only ever use the same few tricks over and over again, I'm tired of seeing them."

Before anyone knew it, Zhuo Er had managed to slip his hands out of the iron shackles.

She deftly drew the small knife from the guard's waist and dodged the descending golden light with a swift movement.

But as Zhuo'er dodged, the Golden Light Spell flew straight towards Xinzang behind him.

The situation changed abruptly.

Xin Zang suddenly unleashed extraordinary flames from his hands, the intense heat turning the obstructive iron handcuffs red-hot and melting them.

As for the golden light spell that came crashing in from the front.

In the past few days, he had been subjected to the Golden Light Curse countless times in the arena, and now he knew it inside and out.

The golden light looks intimidating, but it can neither cause wounds nor leave any hidden injuries.

It can only cause dizziness and bodily imbalance.

If combined with other deadly moves, this technique would indeed be powerful, but unfortunately, it has been without a deity for so many years.

These kobolds couldn't possibly come up with any other killing moves.

Too lazy to dodge, Xin Zang took the hit head-on, swayed a few times, and then stood firmly in place.

Currently, all parties have turned against each other.

Although Xin Zang suffered an undeserved calamity, he knew that after such an event, these kobolds would never sit down and listen to his explanation again.

A guard behind him swung his sword and slashed.

Xin Zang crouched down and swept his leg to knock him down, then snatched the long sword into his hand.

Seeing that the two extraordinary individuals had both escaped, the old abbot on the high platform shouted sternly:

"Huizhen! Mengke! What are you waiting for!"

The curtains on both sides of the main hall were suddenly thrown open, and several burly dragon-blooded kobolds carrying heavy weapons charged out.

The drow elves were quick and agile; using their toes to gain leverage against the wall, they flipped up the towering load-bearing pillars like nimble cats. The dragonblood kobolds, unable to reach the elves above, immediately turned their attention to surround the firewood pile on the ground.

Huizhen stood still, not intending to move or get involved.

He had already finished his errand.

The long-legged human below is most likely a member of that foreign lord's retinue; he wouldn't dare touch him even if he had ten lives.

As for that mixed-race drow mentioned above, he can't beat him.

If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. Forcing yourself to be proud will only get you more beatings.

The fat monk simply raised his head and gave Zhuo'er on the beam a forced smile, hoping she would let him go.

But Zhuo Er sneered and casually tossed out the small knife he had just snatched.

The blade grazed Huizhen's scalp and embedded itself in the stone pillar behind her.

Huizhen screamed in fright and scrambled behind the stone seat, not daring to show her face again.

Seeing that no one dared to disturb him, Zhuo Er simply sat down on the beam, rested his cheeks in his hands, and watched with great interest as Xin Zang was locked in a fierce battle below.

The hall was filled with shouts of killing.

However, in a dimly lit corner where everyone's attention was drawn to the battle and no one paid attention.

Those rare treasures, extraordinary magical artifacts, and ores that were casually piled up...

One by one, they vanished into nothingness.

The wilderness camp on the other side.

A gap suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Piles of rare treasures and minerals containing extraordinary power cascaded down like a waterfall, scattering across the sand.

Upon seeing this, the Xin tribe members in the camp immediately put down their work, prostrated themselves in worship, and cried out for divine blessings.

The kobold laborers who were carrying timber and building the city wall were completely dumbfounded.

In their entire lives, they had at most witnessed temple lords emitting golden light; they had never seen such a miracle as treasure falling from the sky. Especially the kobold race, which possessed an extremely keen sense for minerals imbued with extraordinary power.

"Just one of these, and you could exchange it for so many carriages... Just one, and my nephew and I would never have to worry about anything for the rest of our lives."

The old uncle stared intently at the shimmering gems scattered on the ground, swallowed hard, and muttered to himself, "I almost want to believe in this alien god..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

His nephew, who was standing nearby, swung a wooden stick used for tamping the soil and hit him on the back of the head.

The old uncle was startled.

His eyes were now clear, and he was so frightened that he quickly clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly towards the void, saying, "Forgive me, forgive me..."

Meanwhile, inside the temple.

Liang Jiu, the instigator, stood in mid-air, while the battle beneath his feet continued, with flashing swords and sparks flying everywhere.

The divine power swirling around his fingertips. Golden threads intertwined in mid-air, outlining in real time the scene of Xin Zang fighting against several people alone in the Avici Hell.

Inside the main hall, several dragon-blooded kobolds pressed closer and closer.

Their thin dragon blood endowed them with a physique and combat talent far surpassing their own kind.

Equipped with Nanbang's fine iron armor and heavy blade, its frontal slashes are powerful and heavy.

But in terms of pure physical strength...

Having undergone several baptisms of divine power, the extraordinary hunter Xin Zang, possessing [Strong] abilities, is not much weaker than them.

In terms of combat experience.

Xinzang's mind contained not only his own combat experience, but also the muscle memory of countless life-and-death battles that he inherited directly from his leader father through his bloodline.

Several dragonblood kobolds clashed their heavy weapons into a net, cooperating perfectly, but they were still unable to take down Xin Zang, who was surrounded in the middle.

Seeing the chaos below, the old abbot on the high platform simply enveloped himself in a protective golden light and watched coldly.

The balance of the battle was not broken until Monk, the leader of the Dragonblood Kobolds, personally entered the fray.

This dog-headed human was much larger, yet its movements were unusually agile.

Shinzo wielded the longsword he had seized, its blade imbued with "Heartfire," aiming straight for his opponent's vitals.

But the richer dragon blood gave the other party skin that resembled dragon scales.

Ignoring the scorching heat, Monk charged headlong into the burning blade.

The heavy hammer in his hand slammed down with a whooshing sound.

The longsword, forged from ordinary iron, could not withstand the onslaught of the two extraordinary individuals grappling with each other and snapped in two.

Half of the broken blade flew out and pierced straight into a stone pillar beside it.

The immense recoil surged along the hilt of the sword, causing Xin Cang's tiger's mouth to split open, and he staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.