Chapter 938 - 413: Gathering of the Power of Civilization (3)

At this point, Omond and the other person had nothing to say, and thinking this way, it seemed there was indeed a chance for success.

After thinking for a long time, Zaka was the first to speak: "I can proceed according to your plan first."

"But if we find that the Divine Envoy is too strong to contend with, I will immediately change strategies."

Omond nodded and said, "Me too."

Xi Ya breathed a sigh of relief: "Then it’s settled."

She looked down at her body, as if invisible chains were wrapping around her, then raised her head and said: "The ritual is still in the preparation stage, and we can’t move freely. Once it officially starts, we will act immediately."

The others nodded in unison.

Then, they began to discuss the specific details.

Elsewhere, under the carrot-and-stick approach of the king here, most of the prisoners were obediently driven into the jungle, while those with firm resolve were tortured to death and hung high.

This cruel scene, broadcasted by drones spread throughout the entire hunting ritual, struck fear into anyone contemplating rebellion.

"When will these ignorant people realize that participating in the ritual is not a disaster, but an honor?"

The Lizard God Envoy casually picked up a grape and put it into its mouth, saying leisurely.

"You are right, Divine Envoy," the king said with a sycophantic smile, "This is why these ignorant people need to be ruled by punishment, they are but animals following their instincts, unable to comprehend the glory of the Gods."

The Lizard God Envoy’s yellow-green vertical pupils shifted slightly, looking at the king, and said with a half-smile: "So you mean that you ’upper people’ are different from them, huh?"

"Of course," the king said forcefully puffing up his chest, "We have long been prepared, being able to prove our valor and loyalty to the Gods in the hunting ritual is itself a kind of blessing."

"If the Divine Envoy needs me to participate in the ceremony now, I have no objections!"

The Lizardman responded with a snort of disdain: "That’s unnecessary, everything is arranged, and I don’t want any trouble."

Upon hearing this, the king quietly breathed a sigh of relief, his gaze shifting toward the altar.

Now, only the last level remained.

Only four people participated in this level, but each one was King Tier!

Cang Kai was bound entirely by a curse chain, kneeling on the ground, while the other three wore splendid armor, standing arrogantly like triumphant generals.

In the Rebel Army, only Cang Kai was a King Tier. To meet the ritual requirement of killing three of the same tier to escape the prey identity, the Royal City had no choice but to also send three King Tiers to participate in the ritual.

Before the start, Royal City mobilized all resources, equipping these three with the best equipment, allowing them to ensure victory in the ritual.

Yet the king was still uneasy.

It was all because of that man, the hero foretold to lead the people to break free of chains and attain true freedom.

The entire kingdom’s cultivation resources were controlled by the nobles and the Divine Hall, and never before had a commoner kid risen to King Tier.

But Cang Kai emerged from the lowest status of a gladiator, using the most foundational cultivation technique, and soared like a meteor, becoming the most dazzling gladiator champion in the capital in just twenty years.

Next, he lay dormant in the shadows, weaving a web like a spider, with hate and anger like a viper, searching for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the ruling class.

He was a very patient hunter, waiting twenty-eight years. By the time the nobles realized, the Rebel Army was spreading like wildfire, burning everywhere.

Even by then, the nobles didn’t care. Cang Kai secretly hid his strength, and even when the nobles learned he had become King Tier, they were confident, for they had nineteen King Tiers on their side.

They thought this would be another easy suppression, another upheaval that starts with blood and ends with death.

Until eleven King Tiers were beheaded in public one after another, and the Rebel Army, with unstoppable momentum, marched to the capital, did the nobles realize what kind of opponent they were facing.

A martial arts genius unseen in millennia, a top-notch hunter with deep foresight and extraordinary endurance.

This kind of hunter would not make a move, but once he did, he was assured of a sure kill!

"If it weren’t for the God, the capital might really have fallen that day."

Whenever he thought of that day, the city engulfed in flames, the collective uprising from the commercial street to the hunting grounds, and the King Tier experts being scattered and defeated one by one, the king would break into a cold sweat, repeatedly reliving that nightmarish day in his dreams.

But fortunately, all the schemes were dismantled under the Divine Envoy’s absolute strength. Now, no matter how brilliant the genius, he was just a beast kneeling and waiting to die.

Yet, for some reason, looking at that disheveled, long-haired, and shadowy figure, the king’s unease only grew stronger.

He thought of that prophecy.

He had long had it investigated, and this so-called prophecy was just Cang Kai circulating it to consolidate people’s hearts.

Yet at this moment, he recalled a saying he heard from his great uncle, the greatest astrologer in the kingdom’s history.

He was a person who had once served alongside the Gods and reached the absolute power of the Heroic Spirit.

"Do you know of the Power of Civilization?"

"It is a kind of intangible yet real power, and it is said that every civilization will condense this power."

"But realizing this power is extremely difficult because, at its root, the Power of Civilization is the datafication of non-material things like faith, emotion, inspiration, and so on."

"Datafication, that is a power belonging exclusively to the Abyss, so usually, only worlds deeply influenced by the Abyss, which can give rise to ’Awakened’, would have the Power of Civilization manifest into a tangible object or even birth the origin’s rule."

"But this does not mean that our world’s Power of Civilization does not exist, it is just difficult to condense and manifest."

"Yet if one day, the populace of the entire kingdom pins their beliefs on a single person, coupled with a strong enough emotional upheaval, perhaps these dispersed Powers of Civilization across the world could gather, producing unbelievable effects."

"Haha, what kind of expression is that, it’s just my guess, I have never heard of a case where the Power of Civilization accumulated, you don’t have to take it seriously..."

The familiar voice echoed in his mind, and the aged king stared at Cang Kai, momentarily in a trance.

He didn’t know what the people watching this ritual broadcast would think, be it anger, resentment, sadness, or despair, or perhaps all.

But in any case, now Cang Kai did indeed gather all the kingdom’s people’s attention.

In this situation, what would he do? Would the great uncle’s speculation come true?

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The dull sound of drums interrupted the king’s thoughts.

The prey of the last level was about to be released.