[Name: Bride of the Deity (False) (Elite)]
[Level: lv60]
[Skills: Wail, Bride's Gown]
[Description: Chosen as the deity's bride, these "lucky" girls don't seem happy. Is there real joy beneath their smiles?]
John's pupils contracted at the sight of the level—lv60?!
He recalled the priests' levels were merely lv40!
But these so-called brides of the deity were lv60?
This was a diamond-tier monster!
Moreover, these mysterious brides were marked in yellow on the map, indicating neutrality, which meant there was a chance to convert these deity's brides into friendly NPCs!
This was a lv60 elite monster.
If they could really be persuaded to join their side, dealing with the forces of the so-called dark god wouldn't be so difficult.
John was thrilled, but he restrained himself, waiting for the women to leave before slowly moving forward.
The brides seemed highly sensitive to the presence, their heads turning in unison towards John at the slightest sound.
However, these brides made no move, just quietly watching in his direction, as if observing something unusual.
Feeling the gaze of several pairs of eyes, John suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
He had faced elite monsters before, but now, the look in these brides' eyes seemed especially unnerving.
"Do you want to leave?"
John didn't waste words, lowering his voice to ask directly.
He felt that the brides' gazes toward him hadn't changed, still as numb as before.
"If you want to leave, I can help you. I can destroy everything here, and then you will be free."
The brides remained silent, the curvature of their smiles unchanged, maintaining their faint, detached expressions.
He was meticulous, not cutting all the way through, but leaving a thin layer intact.
On the surface, it appeared unchanged, and walking on it wouldn't pose an immediate issue.
However, once it bore more weight, the structure would undoubtedly collapse.
Although he wasn't sure how to completely sabotage the ritual, now that the platform was compromised, setting up another one in a short period of time would be impossible. Perhaps this could even disrupt the so-called ritual.
After completing all this, John quickly left the area and found a safe place, realizing that his Spirit had dropped to a dangerously low level.
He hastily replenished his Spirit, then continued to explore the village.
Isabella and Amelia had also arranged some other tasks, some of which they might handle with greater clarity.
He now needed to understand exactly what the nighttime process involved to think of more ways to disrupt it.
After wandering around the village and making some preparations, John boldly went directly to the village chief's courtyard.
The village chief was already troubled by the loss of the ritual offerings, and now suddenly saw someone running into his house.
On closer inspection, it was the very offering they had captured before!
The village chief's eyes widened in shock, about to call for help, but the next second, he felt a knife pressed against his neck!
The blade was incredibly sharp, as if a slight movement would slice through his skin.
His pupils filled with terror, he stared at the person before him, utterly unable to comprehend why the supposed offering for the ritual now had the audacity to enter his courtyard.
Logically, he should have been torn to shreds by the sinister forces in the back mountains by now; that's why they were looking for a replacement offering.
But unexpectedly, this man had not died and was very much alive, now even boldly entering his courtyard! This was utterly inconceivable—had these people gone mad?
"How dare you come here? Do you believe I can have you killed and buried without a trace right now?"
Despite his fear, the village chief managed to muster up the courage to utter these words.
John moved his knife a bit closer, and the chief immediately felt a pang of pain on his neck, followed by a warm flow—clearly, his skin had been cut.
In that moment, a look of terror spread across the village chief's face. He quickly waved his hands, pleading incessantly.
"I won't say anything, I won't scream, please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone you came here. Do whatever you want, take whatever you want, just please leave," he begged, his voice almost breaking into sobs, his demeanor one of utter fear.