The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 562 - 427: Heretics are More Hateful than Pagans

Chapter 562: Chapter 427: Heretics are More Hateful than Pagans

"Makula Budu, Makula Budu."

The black-armored man suddenly took out his phone and made a call.

"Hmm..."

Looking at the man’s standard Western-style fantasy attire, Liu Zheng found it oddly funny.

But considering this was the Metropolis, it somehow felt reasonable.

"Hmm?"

The black-armored man froze for a moment and then abruptly turned to look at him.

At the same time, Liu Zheng’s phone rang as well.

"Kid, have you had enough vacation already? I haven’t even caught my breath, and now another mission pops up—my hooves are practically worn flat."

Niu Ma complained.

"Another mission? Where’s the delivery going? Who’s the customer?"

He asked.

"Delivery to Door 17 of the Old City Slave Market. Customer’s name is Faras Karl."

Niu Ma hesitated before answering.

"Almost done, big boss, hang in there for a bit longer."

Liu Zheng replied perfunctorily and then hung up.

Meeting the icy gaze of the black-armored man, Liu Zheng smirked coldly.

One call just finished, and Niu Ma had already received a mission? What were the chances?

"Let me guess, you guys were planning to order two deliveries, weren’t you?"

Liu Zheng said leisurely.

"You wanted to use a delivery order to draw me into your lair, snag the Wood Elf Royal Family corpse, kill me, and cash in on that million-dollar bounty."

"A distraction combined with killing two birds with one stone—your tactics are genuinely impressive."

"Unfortunately, you overlooked one crucial detail: I’m on extended vacation now and can’t accept missions."

His tone was dripping with mockery.

"Now you’ve not only paid for your delivery but also revealed your hideout to me—it’s what you’d call losing the bride and the army."

"Once I wrap things up here, I’ll personally pay you a little visit with my crew."

"Don’t think being in the Old City means I can’t touch you. From the New City to the Old City, from downtown to the suburbs, I’ve got connections everywhere."

Liu Zheng boasted proudly.

"Living people have networks; dead people don’t qualify to talk to me."

A woman’s voice came from behind the black-armored man.

The black-armored man turned silently, revealing an angular woman’s face with prominent features protruding from the back of his armor.

"Hand over the Wood Elf Royal Family corpse, and you shall become my honored guest. No matter what type of slave you desire, you’ll enjoy priority access and the most sincere discounts."

"Personally, I’d also love to engage in deeper cooperation with a talented young man like you."

The woman’s seductive figure emerged from the armor.

"Clap clap clap!"

"As expected of a businesswoman—so much more capable than those brutes who only know how to fight or perform surgeries."

Liu Zheng applauded.

"Tch."

Everyone except Niu Daji raised their middle fingers at him.

"So, are you agreeing?"

The woman asked.

"Can I first ask why you all are so insistent on this corpse?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"You don’t need to know."

"Then there’s no room to negotiate, right? Alright, brothers, grab your gear!"

He took a step back, positioning Niu Daji in front of him for protection.

"You hold them off; I’ll call reinforcements to wipe out their base."

He pretended to pull out his phone.

"Who are you going to call?"

Doctor Nile cooperatively asked.

"The Bathhouse Street crew. I helped them big last time—having a couple hundred technicians storm the place isn’t too much to ask, right?"

Liu Zheng replied.

"Not at all. With your personality, I thought you’d go for a complete extermination."

Doctor Nile remarked.

"Men get exterminated; women get embraced. Hehehe~"

He let out a lecherous laugh.

"Hehehe~"

Niu Daji hurriedly echoed his boss.

"Wait. I need this corpse as an offering to please our God."

The woman interjected.

"Is there nothing else that can serve this purpose?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"There is, but the Wood Elf Royal Family corpse is the best offering."

The woman responded.

"What, are the Wood Elves enemies of your God?"

"No, they believe in the great Bloodhand Kane just like us."

The woman answered.

"Huh? Using the corpse of a fellow believer to please God—are you sure Bloodhand Kane would be happy and not furious?"

Liu Zheng retorted flatly.

"No, you don’t understand, human. Those weak, stubborn Wood Elves are utterly unworthy of worshiping the great Bloodhand Kane. Their existence only brings shame to the divine."

"Only death and blood can cleanse their sins and allow their useless bodies and souls to serve even the slightest purpose."

The woman said, visibly agitated.

"Got it. Heretics are even more detestable than non-believers."

Translating her words into real-world terms, Liu Zheng immediately grasped her meaning.

"You could say that. As expected of a human—truly clever."

The woman acknowledged his point.

"Then what you’re saying is that the Wood Elf Royal Family corpse is not absolutely necessary for you."

"Human, you cannot grasp the significance of a precious offering to a devout believer. Perhaps you could ask the mummy behind you—he might understand."

The woman shook her head.

"I understand. But I think your God did not issue you a divine decree, did He?"

Doctor Nile said.

"This... indeed, He did not."

The woman hesitated before replying.

"Since there is no divine decree, then all your actions stem from your own interpretations. Gods may be infallible, but followers are prone to error. Unless..."

Doctor Nile paused deliberately, his tone turning stern.

"You think of yourself as equal to the divine."

"Of course not. Do not question my humility before the great Lord of War. I am forever His bride, priestess, and servant."

The woman shrieked.

"Yet, you are trying to start a divine war in the absence of a decree from your God. As a fellow priest, I see no humility or loyalty in you—only arrogance and betrayal!"