Chapter 1521 - 455: [Burial]_2

Chapter 1521: Chapter 455: [Burial]_2

He stood at the entrance of the Temple cave, looking at the sprawling tribes down the mountainside, at those densely packed human heads.

He suddenly felt that this Tribe was actually quite powerful now, and it seemed... it no longer needed a powerful Warrior to safeguard it.

Moreover, this strongest believer had previously opposed him, contending for the Tribe’s power.

Now, he’s dead.

So in the future, it seemed like there would be no one in the Tribe who could challenge his authority.

This... seemed to be a good thing.

After the strongest believer died, the Tribe’s external conquests were no longer as smooth as before.

Most of the time, they could still win, but every time they returned, they would lose some people.

And sometimes, they also tasted defeat.

This wouldn’t have happened when the strongest believer was alive.

The people in the Tribe began to panic and then came to ask the God Stick why it was like this.

Could it be that the Divine Spirit no longer sheltered us?

The God Stick couldn’t answer because he was just a fraud.

So he had no choice but to continue lying.

He told everyone that the Divine Spirit was displeased.

The Divine Spirit was displeased because the Tribe was developing and growing larger, but the tribute to the Divine Spirit hadn’t continued to increase.

So the Divine Spirit was displeased, and the Divine Spirit was angry.

Thus, the strongest believer was no longer under the Divine Spirit’s protection, so he died.

Thus, the Tribe was no longer under the Divine Spirit’s protection, so the Tribe was no longer invincible.

Decades of accumulated prestige and brainwashing made everyone in the Tribe believe the God Stick.

Thus, more and more things were offered, and more and more wealth was given away.

The Tribe began to decline.

At the same time, the God Stick’s authority was instead strengthened, swelling to its peak!

The Tribe’s decline, the failures in external conquests, made the Tribe people more panicked. They desperately hoped to regain the Divine Spirit’s protection.

So, they could only follow the God Stick’s every command with a fearful mindset.

No matter how absurd the God Stick’s demands were.

But the Tribe’s decline continued, and something even more frightening occurred within the Tribe.

The God Stick fell ill.

He was originally just a mortal, and over the decades, he had grown old and decrepit.

Finally, one afternoon, he passed away in his illness.

Then, the entire Tribe plunged into great sorrow, panic, and despair.

Almost everyone was crying loudly.

Ironically, the parasite who deceived everyone and contributed nothing to the Tribe’s development, sapping its blood, when he died, everyone cried in mourning.

But when the one who truly fought for the Tribe for decades, single-handedly expanding the Tribe, when the strongest believer died back then, few in the Tribe shed tears.

The one who succeeded the God Stick was one of the God Stick’s sons.

He became the new God Stick.

And as a matter of course, he also inherited the power left by the God Stick.

Of course, he knew nothing either, not even as clever as the God Stick, but he had received the God Stick’s teachings, and he would learn to hide in the Temple like the God Stick, pretending to pray every day, helping the Tribe to seek the Divine Spirit’s forgiveness.

Of course, he wasn’t completely inept at talking.

The old God Stick, before he died, taught him a method: deceive everyone and tell them that the current predicament is a test from the Divine Spirit for everyone.

Everyone needs to strive harder in their tributes to the Divine Spirit; only then could they hope to pass the Divine test and regain the Divine Spirit’s favor.

The Tribe lost again in two external conquests.

In one instance, they were defeated by an outsider Tribe and lost a grassland far by the river—that was where the Tribe grazed their livestock.

In another, they tried to plunder a weak Tribe, hoping to make up for their losses from a weaker opponent, but still failed and lost more than forty Warriors.

The ones who fled back, among them, a dozen were injured, and within the next ten days, more than half of those injured died.

The Tribe people became even more frenzied, even more hysterical in worshiping the Divine Spirit.

More food was brought into the Temple, and the most beautiful maidens were tied in front of the Temple for live sacrifices.

Everyone repeatedly begged for the Divine Spirit’s mercy, even started to doubt one another.

They believed that there must be someone in the Tribe who disrespected the Divine Spirit, someone with blasphemous thoughts.

Thus began a "witch hunt."

Mutual suspicions, mutual accusations, even carrying old grudges mingled in.

More people were killed outside the Temple under the charge of "blasphemy."

Finally, one day, the madness came to an end.

The Tribe, was annihilated.

The Tribe that annihilated them came from a Tribe that migrated from afar.

The Warriors of this Tribe were ferocious and wild to the extreme.

Their leader was a young Warrior, wearing a lion’s head as if a helmet after scooping out the flesh inside.

This leader with the lion’s head led his people into the Tribe, crushed their resistance, and killed the remaining Warriors.

Finally, they stormed into the Temple.

This Tribe worshipped a Divine Spirit—this was no secret, all the Tribes in the nearby region knew of this.

Moreover, everyone believed in this.

Because in the previous decades, this Tribe’s miraculous development process was envied by all the other Tribes.

Along with this legend was another tale: everyone believed that within their beautifully adorned Temple, this once divinely protected Tribe hid an astonishing treasure!