Chapter 1227: Hunt Him Down With Full Strength (1/2)
Chapter 1227: Hunt Him Down With Full Strength
Translator: LawEditor: Hitesh
Fei Water City people were crying. Even the sky was shaken by their cries. Standing on top of every tall building in the city were heavy armored elite warriors that came from Pu Ban City under Ji Hao’s order. These warriors were under the direct order of Emperor Shun. Expressionlessly standing in the city, some of them were even staring at those Fei Water people with angry eyes.
Human beings were facing a destructive disaster, but as a strong human force, Fei Water people refused to tide over the difficulty with everyone else. Even worse, they tried to ruin the flood-control plan for their own benefits. These people should die. They might live, but they should pay for their crime, even though these people didn’t make the call.
Thousands of melting pots stood in the city, glowing-red. Hundreds of searing irons with long handles were placed on each pot.
Crying and screaming, Fei Water people were dragged to those melting pots by strong warriors, one by one. Torturers with black outfits and blood-red belts picked up those searing irons and heavily pressed on the face of each Fei Water people. ‘Slave’, that was the word seared deeply onto their faces.
Those searing irons were made from dark metals and the ancient toxic gas from the earth core, dipped in a secretly concocted magic drug. Once the sear was made on the skin, nothing could make it fade. Even if these enslaved people cut off their faces, the sear would still sink deeply into their bones.
In extreme conditions, some weaker ones would even have the sear on their souls. Even after they died and reincarnated, faint slave marks would still be on their faces. In human clans, newborn babies with slave marks on faces would certainly be thrown into forests and be eaten by wild beasts.
They cried loudly. Ji Hao expressionlessly stood on the mountaintop, looking down at those Fei Water people crying, wailing, and begging. Males, females, the old ones, young ones, the kind ones, and the evil ones, their leader made the wrong choice, and they had to be punished for that.
Amidst the cries, wails, and screams, Ji Hao also heard people praying.
Many Fei Water people were still praying to Priest Hua and Priest Mu, begging Priest Hua and Priest Mu to show up and to save them, and bring them to the ‘eternal paradise’ that those disciples mentioned before.
On the square Ji Hao stood on, a giant number of full-length portraits of Priest Hua and Priest Mu on leather scrolls were piled up. Tens of human warriors poured a pungent smelling oil on the pile. Some of them threw torches on the pile, and started the fire.
Fei Water territory had the population of hundreds of millions. If every family had twenty people, tens of millions of families existed in this territory. Every family had a portrait of Priest Hua and Priest Mu on their altar. Thus, tens of millions of portraits were found.
When all these portraits kindled together, the fire was so raging that no one could approach the pile.
Dense black smoke was puffing out from the fire. All of sudden, a suffocating power vibration was released from the fire. Deep spell-enchanting voices could be heard, while golden light shone from the fire. Within the golden light, Priest Mu sat under a linden tree, legs crossed, with Priest Hua smilingly stood behind him, holding a lotus.
Once this happened, countless Fei Water people began screaming. Strugglingly, they kneeled towards the mountaintop, kowtowing as fast as they could to Priest Hua and Priest Mu. With hoarse voices, they begged Priest Hua and Priest Mu to save them and their families.
Ji Hao clearly saw thigh-thick streams of faith power rising from those people’ heads, merging together into a purple-golden torrent, flowing to Priest Hua and Priest Mu in the golden light.