Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

Chapter 194: 196: Is this thing an animal or a plant?

Chapter 194: Chapter 196: Is this thing an animal or a plant?

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“Not talking? Or do you think there’s nothing wrong with you? Then don’t blame me for being ruthless—I’ll have each of you cut an artery to gain some perspective,” Qin Muye said immediately.

“Wait, wait, you can’t do that. If you do, you’ll anger the Orange God, and He will send down His wrathful fire to burn the whole world,” the Village Chief, although ignorant of what a major artery was, could tell by the sight of each hulking Spirit Monster approaching with a knife exactly what was about to happen, and so could only shout loudly.

“The Divine Envoy of the Orange God comes at a fixed time each year to collect offerings, which is during the Feast of Oranges, where we need to provide the sweetest oranges to the Divine Envoy,” he explained.

“Such a tenacious life force, though I wonder if your consciousness is still intact,” Qin Muye thought to himself that this could be something valuable for research, so why not take it back with him?

“The Orange God is a great Divine, who only asks for our offerings once a year and in turn, makes our oranges big and sweet,” he continued.

“Looks just like a person made out of oranges,” Qin Muye gave a signal to someone by his side, motioning them to interrogate the villagers about the Orange God.

“It’s gone, really gone,” the Village Chief said.

“Gone?” Qin Muye asked.

“You must stop immediately and calm the Divine Envoy beneath the plaza with orange juice, otherwise He will awaken, and then none of us will live!!!”

“You ruined the sacrifice to the god.” Although the Village Chief had transformed into an orangutan, he seemed not to have lost his sanity, and the other villagers seemed to take it in stride as something usual.

“Tie them all up, get rid of the oranges,” Qin Muye said leisurely.

“So, the minions of the Ancient God are orangutan oranges?” Qin Muye was momentarily doubtful about his own life choices.

“So, do you count as animal or plant?” Qin Muye wasn’t taking the Village Chief’s words seriously, instead he found the structure of his body quite interesting.

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, but it’s a secret about the Orange God, and I can’t tell anyone else. I can only tell you,” the Village Chief hurriedly said.

“Interesting, this must be your true form, and the rest are probably just derived from a standard template,” Qin Muye confidently yanked out the fleshly orange, and the next moment, the previously huge body began to shrink, turning into something resembling dried orange flesh.

“Is there something you want to say?” Qin Muye asked calmly.

“I’ll give you one more chance. If you continue to give me half-truths, I’ll bury you halfway into the ground; your lower half exposed, and your upper half buried,” Qin Muye threatened.

“It’s that important, huh? Well, I’d rather not hear it. Take him out,” Qin Muye said, and without hesitation, he drew his twin pistols and opened fire, ready to finish off the other party then and there.

“Master, all the villagers have been captured, not a single one escaped,” the pigeon reported.

For instance… the oranges tasted oddly of rot.

Don’t ask how he checked; he simply let the Spirit Monsters overturn the entire plaza. Forget the Divine Envoy, there wasn’t even an orange to be found.

However, the Village Chief seemed to be a composed person and didn’t act out because of this. He knew he was no match; not to mention, the indeterminately many Spirit Monsters could easily overwhelm him.

No slaughtering was allowed, meaning that they had to be kept alive. Everything else didn’t matter, but how should he deal with obstinate or tricky individuals if he couldn’t use force?

The Village Chief was earnest in his words, and had Qin Muye not been able to vaguely sense the man’s emotions, he might have believed him.

The Village Chief gave a brief introduction with a fleeting glance, but the lack of any substantial information made Qin Muye suspicious—more importantly, he pondered what the Village Chief might be concealing.

Yet Qin Muye didn’t call for a stop as he felt there was not enough to go on.

But in just the span of a breath, a large amount of juice, along with the pulp, reformed the other party’s head.

Of course, a violent form wasn’t out of the question, but for now, he stood no chance of going berserk.

The moment Qin Muye took hold of the fleshly orange, he could feel a massive amount of flesh-like tendrils trying to root into his hands, and he faintly detected the Ancient God’s taint attempting to corrode his body and suck away his life force.

The other party was just about to speak when he was shot in the head, and orange pulp mixed with juice burst forth, indicating that he wasn’t made of flesh and blood.

There were two templates for the other party, one humanoid, which was likely a disguise, and the other a pulp orangutan, which was probably its normal form.

Then the Spirit Monsters acted, and with admirable efficiency, within just five minutes, all the villagers were hanged and the oranges were burned into charred cinders.

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Then, very quickly, another Spirit Monster came to report, “A large number of skeletons have been dug up under the square, suspected to be human, and the soil and shapes are quite peculiar, as if these skeletons were trying to burrow out of the ground but stopped halfway without any further movement.”

After that, Qin Muye ordered the Spirit Monsters who were about to take action to stop.

Furthermore, the rancid smell grew stronger, but all the villagers seemed oblivious, as if they had lost their sense of smell.

Before Qin Muye could take action, the spread of the rancid smell made the villagers of Orange Village even more excited, perfectly described as being high on it.

First, it’s better to dissect one wave to see what the situation with this minion of the Ancient God really is.

Soon, Qin Muye found the core of the other, an orange that looked just like flesh and blood.

Seeing this scene, everyone panicked.

The Spirit Monster understood Qin Muye’s intention and immediately restrained the Village Chief, then pushed him in front of Qin Muye.

It was just that the appearance was a bit beyond his expectations.

But what about the next mission? He was supposed to slay the Ancient God’s Minions. If he left now, he might fail the mission.

The rich scent of oranges gradually dispersed, pleasing to the senses, and much better than the previous putrid smell.

The other villagers clearly knew something, and they were to be questioned separately to prevent collusion.

Qin Muye nodded, “Come on, if any of you have a problem, step forward, or else I’ll just have to bleed you one by one.”

The dreadful scene Qin Muye had imagined did not appear; instead, it was a harmonious sight of large quantities of oranges piled up in the square, large and small, with quite a few apparently broken due to compression, seeping out orange juice.

Qin Muye thought about it and immediately initiated a Lord Summon, with Spirit Monsters led by the Dove and Tie Gu instantly descending, and a dense swarm of Spirit Monsters also appeared, completely surrounding the entire square.

Qin Muye also realized that this one was indeed cunning. It seemed like a threat, but in reality, it was merely exposing the information that Qin Muye wanted.

The so-called Divine Envoy of the Orange was gone, wasn’t that a surprise?

So the missions under “Lord Era” weren’t that rigid. The point was just to keep some breath in you, to avoid killing you. That’s all.

So which one to choose, the mission reward or the Ancient God’s Minions?

He wasn’t a fool, what if he walked over and the other side suddenly transformed and lashed out at him? He had high defenses and didn’t mind taking a hit, but it didn’t mean he liked pain.

Naturally, his words had the Spirit Monsters go check, and the investigating Spirit Monster quickly confirmed, “Master, there is no Divine Envoy of the Orange under the square.”

If it hadn’t been inappropriate, Qin Muye would have just thrown this one into the prison, where there would naturally be Spirit Monster Heroes skilled in interrogation and punishment to take over.

It was only because of his strength that he could ignore these things. Otherwise, someone else might have been hijacked at this point.

Night, in Orange Village.

In an instant, the previously joyful and excited atmosphere came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had choked it.

One by one, the Spirit Monsters walked over, ready to enlighten each person a little.

The villagers looked at each other, wondering what constituted having a problem.

At first glance, everything seemed normal, but as the atmosphere grew more intense, Qin Muye also noticed something was off.

The grandeur really wasn’t cutting it. He had thought it was some kind of terrifying creature. Apart from being covered in head tumors, it was just an oversized orangutan, with the damn scent of oranges.

This situation also made the Village Chief’s breath hitch. Given the current situation, it was impossible to end things amicably.

Normally, the process would be getting one’s head blown off, but the Village Chief obviously had issues. As soon as he saw the guns for the infection, his body swelled up crazily, like a giant orangutan. But unlike the ordinary ones, his body was covered in tumors, and on closer inspection, Qin Muye realized they were all human heads.

Only these heads were soft and floppy, like boneless chunks of meat.

As for the Village Chief, there was no rush to interrogate him. Better to let Qin Muye study him first. Currently, the ritual was stopped, and the minion of the Ancient God was also captured.