Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 364 - 278 Subdue the Evil God!_2

Chapter 364: Chapter 278 Subdue the Evil God!_2

Could it be... a plot made up on the spot?

AI writing?

"No, the ultimate direction of the plot is still to battle the Evil God."

"It must be the original content that was slightly modified," Old Wang came up with an explanation for himself.

But he was too lazy to think too much about it; as long as it was fun, that was all that mattered.

The text on the screen continued to appear: [The Witch fears your "Resurrection" skill, and is somewhat breaking down.]

[You and Lord Huang discuss for a long time; the difficulty in battling the Evil God is extremely high, and there are many objections. The Witch sneers and claims, "You think these worthless individuals can kill the ’Evil Core’? Utter delusion!"]

[Just then, a Yellow Turban Strongman arrives at the town entrance, shouting "Huang Youcai."]

[It turns out that your old leader, Comrade Lu Tianming, somehow persuaded the court.]

[The soldiers are willing to dispatch a Yellow Turban Strongman and a batch of Crossbow Arrows to combat the ’Evil Core.’]

[Lu Tianming stands on the city wall, waves at you, and gives a thumbs up, proclaiming that the youth should strive!]

[The court’s participation inspires the townspeople. The Witch falls silent for a long time, no longer objects, and agrees to actively participate in the battle to atone for her previous crimes.]

[You silently make preparations.]

[Because you possess the "Resurrection" skill, you take the lead in challenging the ’Evil God.’]

[You bring a basin of Black Dog Blood to the front of the temple. The people around you hold pig-killing knives, shit-pit stones, shit pots, and other filthy objects, ready for a tough fight. The wick grass is lit, bringing a faint bitter scent; cinnabar, Black Beans, and sticky rice are also borrowed from nearby farmers, ready to be thrown into the temple at any moment.]

[You feel a strong sense of ominous presence, as if there is something extremely terrifying squatting inside the temple.]

[You are now just one step away from a real war. Being a foreigner, you vaguely feel fear, but you have no choice but to move forward.]

[Do you pour out the Black Dog Blood? Yes/No]

Wang Hao swallowed hard and forcefully clicked [Yes].

...

...

Li Qingshan, holding the Black Dog Blood, his body surging with adrenaline. The thick smell of blood stimulated every nerve in his body.

As a follower of the "Resurrection Belief" called "Mother of Sores," he had to stand at the forefront, firing the first shot of the war.

"It’s not yet the precise time; let’s count down from three, then you throw the Black Dog Blood in, and break its Golden Body."

"Don’t be nervous, there’s backup outside the temple. Here’s a chicken sketch, stick it on your chest, it also wards off evil, but whether it works or not, I’m not sure... Anyway, run immediately after throwing the Black Dog Blood."

"Is everyone ready?" Pan Hao turned around.

Many people gathered around Lord Huang, obviously the local landlord, who was known for his benevolence and enjoyed a good reputation among the populace.

"Don’t worry, if anything happens to you, I’ll take care of your wives and children!" Lord Huang repeatedly made promises, arranging for the well-being of the combatants’ families.

"After this, each household can claim one mu of good land!"

"The descendants of the deceased can claim two mus!"

Lord Huang also clenched his teeth and paid a large sum of money, pressing his handprint on yellow paper.

Money can be re-earned, but lives cannot be brought back. In this situation, he couldn’t afford to be stingy.

The farmers discussed excitedly that among the unfilial acts, dying without descendants was the greatest. By fighting this Evil God, weren’t they seeking a better future for their progeny?

Now that Lord Huang had arranged for their families’ well-being, the farmers, guaranteed land for generations to come, were spirited, each holding dung forks and hoes.

Their gaze towards the temple began to turn unfriendly.

The old Witch, with a grim face, held several flying needles, talking to her daughter about something.

The Witch’s daughter, only thirteen or fourteen, in the prime of her youth and quite pretty, had skin that was smooth and fair, completely unlike her mother’s toad-like skin.

Her eyes were red, clearly affected by some unpleasant things her mother had said.

The Witch spoke with the rich man Lord Huang about something, likely concerning taking care of her daughter.

Unexpectedly, Lord Huang readily agreed: "Your daughter is gifted; if you die, I’ll acknowledge her as my goddaughter and pay for her to study Taoist Skills in the city."

His words were loud, deliberately meant for the villagers to hear.

The Witch’s face darkened, and she sighed.

"That old man has both breadth of heart and tactics," Pan Hao observed silently.

No matter the world or place, relationships are inevitable. Even the remote Qingshi Town had its way of survival.

...

When it was exactly noon, at the peak of the sunshine, the time had arrived.

"Begin!"

Li Qingshan, holding a basin full of Black Dog Blood, pushed open the door, and swung forward forcefully.

Everyone heard a "splash" sound, like boiling water bubbling.

A horrific groan, unhuman in nature, emanated from the temple.

Following that, like a man who had lost his mind, Li Qingshan, bleeding from all orifices and with a face full of pain, ran out of the room, indicating that something extremely terrifying had happened inside. Even such a hard man instantly went mad.

Pan Hao, despite knowing Li Qingshan’s dire state, had no time to deal with it further, and shouted loudly: "Fire! Pour the fuel!"

Fuel was recklessly thrown toward the temple; the wooden temple caught fire with crackling sounds. Just in a few minutes, it turned into a blazing fire reaching up to the sky, the horrific sound becoming even louder, akin to the wailing of pigs being slaughtered.