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Chapter 1512 - 1505: Displaying Divine Might

Chapter 1512: Chapter 1505: Displaying Divine Might

A group of people traveled along the road towards the town. Due to their conspicuous appearance, everyone who passed their carriage invariably showed a look of astonishment, and some even hurriedly fled from them.

When the carriage arrived at the town, the Demon Clan town mayor, who had heard the news, was already waiting at the intersection, accompanied by the town’s own Demon Clan security forces.

As a representative of the Azure Dragon seat, Cheng Ziang was not only a guard but also a major spokesperson for the whole system. Therefore, when encountering such a situation, he could no longer maintain his usual aloofness but actively got off the carriage to meet them.

As he approached the mayor, he saw the mayor bowing and greeting him respectfully in the slightly unfamiliar language of the Ghost Race, apparently mistaking Cheng Ziang and his companions for members of the Ghost Race who had come to the Continent.

"The mayor misunderstands, we are missionaries from a distant world, not members of the Ghost Race," Cheng Ziang explained in the language of the Demon Clan.

Beneath the mask, he seemed very generous and open, without the usual approachable demeanor.

"Oh..." Upon hearing his explanation, the Demon Clan mayor scrutinized Cheng Ziang more carefully and noticed his distinct attire—a white cloak with golden trim and unique patterns embroidered on it, giving off a mysterious yet holy feeling.

He then observed the others and found that although their figures varied, their attire was similar, all featuring the holy combination of white and gold.

Only then did he notice that the masks worn by these people were also different from those of the Ghost Race. They had unique stylistic designs, and although some details still bore the characteristics of the Ghost Race masks, they were entirely different on the whole.

Ghost Race masks typically featured demons and animals, with men as demons and women as animals. Their masks were more ferocious, while animal masks were mainly realistic representations of actual animals, rarely depicting fantastic creatures.

Thus, examining their masks, although bearing traits of the Ghost Race, they indeed had a unique feel, neither demons nor real-world animal shapes but rather resembling fantastical creatures.

"Do you come from another world?" After his inspection, the anxious Demon Clan mayor asked.

"Yes, we are from the distant West Continent, here to spread the gospel in this world," Cheng Ziang said without any psychological burden due to wearing the mask.

"Ah, you are the guests from the Western Continent?" At this moment, a young member of the Demon Clan whispered in the mayor’s ear, and the mayor suddenly realized and excitedly asked.

"That’s correct, may I ask who you are..." Cheng Ziang asked puzzledly.

"Thank you for your help to Abisien. Without you, the Demon Clan would have probably been annihilated by now; you have preserved West Outer Heaven," the Demon Clan mayor exclaimed with joy.

"Um, actually, this is the work of our friends," Cheng Ziang thought for a moment and said, "We have just arrived in the East Continent and are not very familiar with these matters yet, and we haven’t had the chance to visit our friends to learn about the situation."

Cheng Ziang did not want to bind their image with that of the people from the Western Continent who helped the Demon Clan resist the invasion of the Dongsheng Empire, as this might lead to unnecessary complications.

"No, no matter what, it is a fact that the people of the Western Continent helped Abisien resist the invasion of the Dongsheng Empire, and we are grateful for that," the Demon Clan mayor said excitedly, tears almost flowing, "When the Dongsheng Empire invaded West Outer Heaven, we thought the Demon Clan was completely wiped out, only us few struggling to survive in Fengyu. We knew that once Kyushu dealt with West Outer Heaven, they would definitely come after us..."

"Don’t worry, the Dongsheng Empire has been driven away, and the Demon Clan is no longer the same as before; we will no longer fear the invasion of the Dongsheng Empire," Cheng Ziang said righteously.

In fact, Cheng Ziang’s words had already revealed their identity from the beginning, because he used the term ’Dongsheng Empire’ instead of ’Tiansheng Empire’. ’Dongsheng Empire’ is a term used by people west of the East Continent, while the Shanyue people of Fengyu up to the people of Kyushu, would directly call it the Tiansheng Empire or the Heavenly Dynasty

Upon hearing his words, not only the village chief but also all members of the Demon Clan present became inflamed with zeal. Although they were in the Fengyu Dynasty, they were also concerned about the situation in West Outer Heaven and would run back at the right opportunity.

The Fengyu Imperial Court had a subtle attitude towards these people of the Demon Clan; they wished they would leave immediately, so they turned a blind eye to the Demon Clan’s departure to join Abisien.

"I do not know what esteemed matters bring you to visit," said the excited village chief of the Demon Clan as he calmed his heart and asked seriously.

"We are here to spread the gospel," Cheng Ziang explained again.

"Gospel?" Upon hearing this new term, the Demon Clansmen looked at each other, all wearing a perplexed expression.

"I have heard that the Demon Clan cannot cultivate, hence they face discrimination and prejudice in the Eastern Continent. The Gods, saddened by the sufferings of the mortal world and unwilling to see humanity turn against each other, have decreed that we come from the West to the East, spreading the gospel along the way to benefit the masses," Cheng Ziang eloquently explained, inventing such strange terms in such a short time.

"Gods?" The village chief widened his eyes, asking in astonishment.

"Yes, the gods are watching over us all the time," Cheng Ziang said, placing a fist over his right shoulder in an odd pose.

"Can the gods help us?" asked the village chief excitedly.

"Of course, God is light; every time the sun rises and the sunlight shines upon you, that is the loving gaze of God. God represents light, that is, the Goddess of Light. Whenever the newly risen sun shines upon you, show her your most sincere reverence," Cheng Ziang’s fabrications grew increasingly preposterous.

"Then, are the gods here with us?" the village chief asked, pointing to the carriage.

"No, the gods are everywhere. As long as you pray with sincerity, the gods will bless you. As for what’s on the carriage..." Cheng Ziang paused, then explained, "Aboard the carriage is an apostle of God, a medium for communication between the gods and mortals. If you wish to convey your sincerity to God, be courteous to the saint."

"Saint, saint?" Each piece of shocking news made it hard for the village chief to digest as he stared wide-eyed in surprise.

At this moment, Cheng Ziang suddenly felt the magical power in the air fluctuating violently. The fluctuation was so obvious that it stirred up the winds, creating a whirlwind.

The uneasy horses seemed fixed in place by some mold; despite their whinnying, they couldn’t move at all. Atop the carriage, a ring-shaped magical force was gathering and rotating. The magic had become so dense that it was visible to the naked eye, even emitting a faint cold glow.

Only a Demigod like Fulajie’er could gather such dense magic in such a short time. Cheng Ziang, a bit startled himself, fixed his gaze on the magic ring, suddenly understanding Luo’er’s intention. Thus, he promptly faced the ring and knelt, shouting loudly, "I sincerely apologize for the disturbance and pray the saint forgives us, spare the mortals from disaster."

Seeing his actions, the four guardians, in perfect accord, also knelt towards the ring. Hu Daoke was even more exaggerated, kneeling with both knees, trembling on the ground, taking the feeling of fear to the extreme.

Though it is said that a man’s knee bears gold, Hu Daoke didn’t feel there was anything inappropriate about doing this. After all, Luo’er on the carriage was his brother, and Tangmo was his sister. No matter who, he regarded them as his elders. Therefore, for him, kneeling truly bore no psychological burden.

Seeing the guardian’s actions and that awe-striking magic ring, the Demon Clansmen present could not care much else. Even those who thought of running were shaken to their cores and could not lift their feet.

Thus, led by the village chief, all the Demon Clansmen present trembled and prostrated on the ground, issuing trembling pleas.

Perhaps pleased by their sincerity, the saint seemed satisfied; about ten seconds after they kneeled, the wind slowly ceased, and after another thirty seconds, the terrifying magic ring also slowly dissipated, ultimately fading into nothingness.

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